#it had pretty clearly been a few days before i noticed and i definitely didn't feel a bite

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[sethsclearwater]

Congrats on 5k! I’m so proud of you! This blog is everything that one could ask for. For the celebration, just imagine an embry x reader fic where they start off as friends, and she can’t tell that he likes her back. Until he comes to her house one day tells her that he tells her that he likes her back and that it was practically fate (bc the imprinting thing). And then they passionately start to make out due to their feelings being pent up for so long and … 🤭 you can go as deep into the ending (with smut) as you like. But it’s just an idea

so cutie!! i loveeeeeee this!!

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"you promise paul or jared or whatever one of those guys you've been hanging out with didn't put you up to this?" you asked, gaze flickering between embry's eyes and your driveway as you tried to subtly peer over his shoulder to try and see if paul or whoever was secretly hiding in embry's car and just waiting for you to be the punchline in one of their latest pranks.

embry let out a soft sigh, shaking his head, "promise no one put me up to this," he reassured, holding your gaze for a moment before he looked over his shoulder to try and figure out what exactly you were looking at.

you blushed a deep crimson when you realized he'd noticed, "jus' wanted to make sure they weren't out there recording this or something," you whispered, gaze shifting to the floor as you tried to figure out a way to hide from the relentless embarrassment that seemed to be hijacking your entire system at the moment.

embry frowned, stepping through the doorway of your home so he could close the door behind him, "'s just me, promise," he reassured, sighing when you didn't lift your gaze.

realizing you were definitely beating yourself up about your hesitation over the whole imprinting bomb he just dropped on you, he decided to take matters into his own hands and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest.

before you could open your mouth to protest, he pressed his lips to your hair, "don't start," he mumbled against your hair, squeezing you as tightly as he could without concern of hurting you.

despite the stress written all over your features, you let out a heavy sigh, dropping your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his waist as well, just happy to know you finally had your best friend back.

although the two of you had hugged plenty often and even cuddled on more than one occasion, you still had a hard time believing that he saw you the same way you saw him.

"you promise you're not lying?" you mumbled against his chest after a few moments of silence and embry just rolled his eyes despite knowing you couldn't see it.

realizing you definitely weren't going to let up until he figured out a surefire way to prove it to you, he lifted his head from yours, taking one hand to gently prompt you to look up at him, "can i kiss you?" he asked, smiling when he saw the way your eyes changed as your brain short circuited for a good 3 seconds while you tried to figure out how to respond to him.

"can you-" you started, pausing as you tried to figure out the words to say next, your cheeks heating up again as you studied his gaze, "you can," the words had barely left you before embry's lips were on yours.

your fingers tightened against his t-shirt, melting into him as he backed you into the wall, clearly intent on proving to you just how much he meant that you were his imprint.

embry's hands slid down to your hips, gently squeezing them as the two of you melted into each other, "are you-" the words coming out of your mouth were muffled by the way embry's lips were still on yours but he'd managed to hear enough anyway.

"i'll swear to god i'll take you right here and now if that's what it takes to prove to you i'm not lying pretty thing," his voice was breathless as he rested his forehead against yours, his expression not even giving you the slightest indication that he was messing with you.

"right now?" you whispered back, the butterflies in your belly suddenly taking over your brain as you finally let go of the anxiety you had and instead focused on just how badly you wanted him.

"right now," embry reassured, not wasting any time picking you up to take you to your room when you nodded.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

clarisse x gn!child of nemesis!reader where the reader keeps a black book of everyone who's pissed them off and why and clarisse gets curious. love your work! :)

The Journal

|| Clarisse La Rue x genderneutral!nemesis!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, Clarisse and reader have a small argument, Clarisse invading reader's privacy, short drabble

|| Summary; when Clarisse comes looking for reader at their cabin, what she didn't expect to find was a black leather journal coated in red scribbles. Curiosity gets the better of her.

Requests open!

Started; october 9th

Finished; october 9th

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Clarisse and you have been dating for some time now. The two of you were a pretty intense combo, beyond loyal to each other but almost always fighting about something. Most of the time it's just for fun, though. None of your arguments are really serious. You just like keeping each other on your toes. With you being a child of nemesis and Clarisse a daughter of Ares, it's no wonder things were intense. Both of you had such intense Godly parents.

Despite all that, today was a rather calm afternoon. Clarisse had just come into the Nemesis Cabin to look for you when instead she found a black leather journal on your bed. Scrawled on the front in red was a bunch of crossing lines and scribbles which peaked her curiosity.

She walked over and picked it up, right away she noticed that there was just something intense about the book before she even opened it. When she did open it, she immediately realized why that was. Her eyes widening slightly as she reads through the text. The book was full of names of people who had clearly pissed you off, you even stated why. Most having a massive paragraph or two. The more she looked through, the more she noticed that some names were even repeated. An example being Drew, the daughter of Aphrodite. She was in there more than three times. Damn, you and her really didn't get along.

Clarisse sat herself down on the edge of your bed, looking through the book. At one point she even found her own name, though the reason you had was fair enough. It was after one your more intense arguments with her. She couldn't necessarily fault you for that.

The daughter of Ares took her sweet time reading through it, enjoying everything about it and making mental notes of those who'd wronged you. She knew you had probably already gotten back at most of them by now, but she was still going to do some stuff herself. She was your girlfriend, after all. Plus, she needed to start some fights anyways. She was getting bored.

She found herself wondering if you'd always kept books like this and if you had anymore laying around. This one specifically only went back a few months, so it was relatively new but there were still lots of pages filled regardless. You seemed to have a lot of enemies, which she thought was kinda cool. You definitely weren't afraid to speak your mind.

"Clarisse?"

The sound of your voice got her attention, her head snapping away from the book to look at you with wide eyes. Then glance at the book in her hands before looking to you again.

"Y/N..." She muttered and cursed, setting the book aside," hey."

You folded your arms across her chest as you stood in the cabin doorway," 'hey'? Really? Were you going through my shit?"

She immediately shook her head, trying to defend herself from what you just saw." No, I swear I was just coming in to find you then saw the book laying there so I got curious."

You rolled your eyes and walked over, picking the book up." How much did you read?"

"Enough to know that a lot of people pissed you off, including me." Clarisse admitted, you were the one person she could never bring herself to lie to," ...could I help plan your revenge?" She asked, hoping that maybe if she showed interest you would forgive her.

And you did think about it. For a long moment. You knew you couldn't stay mad at her forever, no matter how badly you wanted to some days." Fine..."

"Fuck yes." She couldn't help but grin. This would be fun.

[writingmeraki]

min ho as your bf hcs !

genre : fluff ! romance ! pairing : min ho x gn!reader, strangers to friends to oblivious idiots to lovers warnings : insecurity and jealousy, attempt at comedy, kissing, not proofread ! ( lmk if i missed anything ! ) also self indulgent at times 😔

author's note : dawg it's 5:30 am pulled this out of the two last living braincells of my brains to dip my toes into this xo kitty craze i am having, especially for min ho but anyways! idk if i like this, ( it's normal I'm so sorry I'm never sure if i like what i write at times because i end up writing at the ass crack of dawn and that too unhinged 😔) i kinda find it longer than i intended it to be but hope you like it <3 I'll be writing more if I get feedback and expect something else soon :)

word count : 3.4k (💀)

how you met !

- You'd both met when it was your first day at KISS.

- Well since it's Min ho, i feel like it would take a lot for someone to put an impression on him to make him remember them.

- At the welcome party, he was pretty bored, already used to these types of parties when you'd walk in, clueless looking like a deer in headlights, in your pretty little outfit.

- It definitely made him curious nonetheless, even though you seemed lost, you still had a smile, maintaining a confident aura.

- You'd probably be nervous on the inside though, but lucky for you, someone like you, that was Kitty, happened to also seem lost.

- You both connected immediately, her being new to Korea wanting to get to know her own roots and ofc her boyfriend more while you were there because you'd been wanting a change from your life back home and what better city than Seoul !

- Well okay, you didn't really pick it, it was more so of you just throwing a dart at the map back in your room to choose where you wanted to go as a fresh start and it landed on Seoul. You'd call it fate.

- Now back to the party, as you chattered with Kitty, you walked into someone and you felt your breath hitch, upon seeing him.

- It did feel like those cliche weird movie moments, when you think that this is probably it.

- As he was obviously annoyed at Kitty, he turned to the person beside her and his eyes widened.

- It was you. The one that caught his eye right at the beginning.

- Before anything, you flashed your soft smile at him, an apologetic look in your eyes, apologizing for bumping into him, on behalf of Kitty

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to bump into you, I can get you some paper towels?" You said gently and Min ho definitely wanted to continue hearing you, already really loving the way you sounded.

Q would definitely be shocked though, seeing him look flustered, and staring at you, blinking twice. He never thought he'd ever see his best friend being so…speechless.

He literally had to bump his shoulder to snap him out of daze which seemed to have worked, for the most part.

- You all introduced yourselves, finding out they'd been Dae, Kitty's boyfriend's best friends, and with the way she seemed a bit taken aback by the way she looked at Min ho made you feel like you'd definitely didn't know something.

- And unknowingly both Q and Kitty did notice, sharing a puzzled look, at Min ho's state. They'd met a while ago but clearly there was already something there. A new thing, blooming slowly.

how you got together !

- And fast forward a bit, Kitty who was true to her matchmaking skills, knew you both liked each other.

- You'd both hang out often over the few weeks, connecting more and despite her own love life being confused, she was determined to make you both realize you were oblivious idiots who liked each other, idiots nonetheless.

- He'd upgraded to talking freely around you more, but you found out he wasn't the shy person you thought he was the first time you met him, the very next day, when he began to compliment himself and flash his annoyingly handsome smirk at you.

- But despite his cockiness, you knew he cared about those he loved. Small gestures and actions are proof enough. He was someone who cared without showing it much, giving gifts was his love language and that only made you more convinced you'd definitely gained feelings for him.

- And alas, you came to her, spilling out your feelings, how you had already found him attractive since the first time you saw him, at first you genuinely thought he'd be a jerk, knowing better than to think a handsome face had a good personality.

- And as much as you were terrifyingly nervous of having such a revelation regarding a boy you'd met only a few months ago now, you don't think you'd ever regret liking someone like Min ho.

-Now it was up to the matchmaker to make you both realize you were meant to be.

-The perfect match, in her words and Min ho definitely scoffed at her words when she confronted him about his own feelings, definitely not because you had said to never ever mention anything about how you felt to him, she just wanted to make sure, and as always her gut was right.

- As much as he scoffed at her words recalling his own family, he couldn't stop his own heart from fluttering as he thought of being together with you, and even to him, this revelation made him a bit taken aback but he was sure, he was sure about how he felt about you.

- They all planned to get you to confess during the camping trip, unsurprisingly all of your mutual friends knowing you had both liked each other and agreed, getting tired of seeing you pining for each other in secret, as cute as it was.

-Kitty would tell you to dress up nicely, saying she had planned a dinner, making up excuses about how there was this spot, perfect for chilling, you did find her behavior a bit odd, but with her persuasive nature, you agreed.

- She made you wear this one outfit, it was one you'd bought and adored a lot, you didn't even know you had packed it, but it made you look amazing and was made for you, in Kitty's words.

- Then she did your hair and applied light make up, your suspicions being even more, asking her a million questions about whether all this was really necessary if it's going to be just us chilling, her just dismissing your questions.

- Min ho wasn't too different on the other end, but Q knew him. Min ho was one who dressed to impress, more of himself nonetheless, he knew he wouldn't hold back on his style.

- And he was right because when he just told Min ho to dress his best tonight and Min ho being Min ho dressed in a fucking suit. Yeah he was not one to mess around his fashion game.

- Q made up a similar reason, something about a dinner at this cool spot. And Min ho didn't really question much, going along.

- When you were almost near the place, Kitty suddenly placed her hands on your eyes from behind you, making you chuckle nervously, asking her if she'd suddenly had a grudge and had really just brought you out to kill you.

- Kitty rolled her eyes, you not seeing her of course, having your vision being engulfed in a sudden darkness.

Whispering softly into your ears, she told you

"Just trust me on this one and you should thank me later."

- On the other side, Min ho almost screamed when he felt his eyes being covered in a sudden darkness by a blind fold, Q choosing a blind fold knowing if he kept his hands, Min ho would go on a long rant about how to not touch his face, and would probably snap back saying how he said that but he allowed you to touch his face to poke his cheeks.

"Q, bro, as much as I love you, I am not into thi-"

"Shut up."

He led Min ho, now only a feet away from the spot,

"And thank me later genius, preferably with your fancy water, it tastes amazing."

- Kitty and Q looked at each other making sure, you both were facing each other.

- Knowing you both were probably going to say something, they both just smiled at each other and let your eyes become uncovered.

- As you adjusted your eyesight to your surroundings, you'd both spotted each other, surprised was probably what you felt.

- Yet upon seeing the way your hair was done, the way your makeup only enhances your features, your gentle eyes sparkling under the soft moonlight, your outfit only adding to your beauty, Min ho just wanted to treasure you forever if he could as his heart picked up in pace, more enchanted by your mere presence.

- You were no different, a reminder that he was definitely sculpted by Aphrodite herself as the moonlight fell upon his face, his suit only making you more trapped, fitting him perfectly, his hair styled to perfection, some strands escaping and gently resting on his forehead.

"Well! Now that you're both here, enjoy! And oh, don't mess this up, please for the sake of all of us fed up with you oblivious idiots!"

Kitty said suddenly making you look at her, furrowing your eyebrows at her words and upon hearing Q's agreement Min ho narrowed his eyes at being called an idiot and before the both of you could say another word they turned around and left.

- You took in the surroundings, now noticing the glittering fairylights and the table set up in front of you, a rose bouquet placed in the middle, filled with specifically red roses and some candles.

"Looks like they set us up."

Min ho said, already catching onto what this was all about, and it made him just a tad bit nervous

"Oh and uh if you feel uncomfortable, we can go back-"

Giggling at the way he seemed sheepish and nervous at the same time, you shake your head,

"Not at all, we can't let their efforts go to waste now can we? After all, we shouldn't mess this up."

You air quoted the final words, moving forward to take a seat.

Min ho had a small smile on his face as he heard you giggle, nodding along

"Yeah you're right. Covey will probably throw me off this cliff."

You chuckled as you both sat down

"Don't worry, I'll jump after you to save you. Can't let my date be murdered by my best friend."

His eyes widened a bit at your words, you paused a bit wondering if you spoke too much maybe, but all your doubts dissolved when he replied

"What no! You can't hurt yourself because of me!"

- You were sure your cheeks would have hurt from the amount of laughing and giggles you'd share with Min ho that night, convinced you'd never laugh this much in one night your entire life.

- And as the night came to an end, you both sat on the cliff, looking at the stars, sharing sneaky glances and adorable grins. You knew it was the right moment to just let it all out

"Min ho."

Humming at you, he looked at you from his previous stargazing, sitting beside him with his jacket over your shoulders to top off the clicheness, looking just unreal and you had done nothing but call him yet he loves it a lot more than he'd admit.

"I think I'm in love with you."

You said it, there. Out in the open. Out of the temporary home the words had found on the tip of your tongue and you braced yourself for the worst of the worst.

You looked away, gulping back up at the stars.

"Come on now, you can't just look away after that."

Min ho gently cupped your face, to make you look at him, his cooler fingers a contrast to your warm cheeks.

He smirked at you, leaning closer,

"I know you do."

Frowning a bit at his answer, you narrowed your eyes at him, but he had more to say

"But, I don't think I am in love with you though, I know I am definitely in love with you."

You gaped at his words, staring into his sincere eyes, moving yourself closer as he leaned in more and more.

"Can I ?"

He asked softly, foreheads touching each other, your breathing in sync.

"Please."

- It was slow and gentle, something unknown to the both of you, letting your feelings be conveyed through the touch of your lips. You had placed your hands around his neck pulling him closer as his own hands moved to your waist.

You pulled away shortly, needing to breathe, foreheads still touching each other.

"So does this mean we're official ?" You timidly asked and he responded,

"We'll take it however you want it to be but I won't lie, I would love to be your boyfriend."

He finished with a cheeky grin and you giggled

"Okay then, boyfriend."

Pecking him one more time as his grin grew wider, you knew this was probably your biggest happiness till date.

how being in a relationship with him is !

- It was no joke when he said giving gifts was his own love language.

- He spoiled you to the brim, despite your protests. You didn't mind them of course. It's just throughout your life you'd only get such special gifts on big occasions but he got them for you on random Tuesdays and you felt like you were getting more than you deserve.

"Baby, you know how much I love you, this is my own way of showing it." He'd pouted it to you when you had protested once and you being the best partner you tried to be, just accepted them and of course treasured them safely in your room.

- As much as Min ho didn't mind showing affection to you in public because for one he didn't really care about what others thought of his actions,it was his life, he'd been living it how he wanted and wouldn't let anyone change that.

- But he was protective of you in public, holding your hand, though you didn't mind that at all when his larger hands seemed to perfectly wrap around yours as you pulled him closer to you.

- He'd probably let you and only you use his skincare routine products, in fact going in the extra mile and teaching you how to use them and what to use them for, applying them for you, a little like your very own spa treatment, and you giggled sometimes seeing him focused and serious when talking about how you didn't really need them since you were already perfect.

"You're already beautiful though." He told you as he applied a moisturizer on your face that for the love of all good things, you didn't know the name of. "This will just keep your skin looking healthy but if you don't want to use it, we can stop of course."

"It's okay. It feels nice." You hummed as he trailed his fingers gently on your face, massaging it, and he smiled at your content look. He knew you were a little stressed due to some tests hence why he insisted you take a break with him at the moment.

"I'm glad then."

- He knew you loved his cooking, even before you got together, he'd always been making food for you when you would be at his dorm. He already knew your favorite dishes so when you felt down, he'd be ready with your comfort food.

- He loved to hear your little reviews about his cooking, you always had something to say about any dish he made, whether it was just the right amount of spice or how the tofu made the dish even more delicious, he listened to your suggestions and would use that to improve his skills.

- He'd teach you how to cook as well, starting with smaller and less complicated dishes,feeling his heart swell with happiness when you were successful at one and even if you failed, he'd reassure you that it's alright and we can try it again or another dish.

- Kisses were often shared anywhere and anytime even if your friends would complain about it, calling you gross and lovesick fools, you didn't care about what they said when you felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach as your lips touched his.

- You made him a very long playlist consisting of all and every song that reminded you of him, reminded you of moments with him, reminded you of how he made your heart flutter.

- He'd listen to it, telling you what parts he loved and he too had a similar playlist, it was probably the cheesiest thing to do, as Kitty said but then again you felt all kinds of so called cheesy emotions whenever you were with him.

- He would introduce you to his mother, and that too very proudly. You were nervous but he reassured you about how his mom would probably love you and she did, a sigh of relief coming from you when Min ho told you that.

- Your parents, on the other hand, were definitely charmed by him. He knew his way with words and what to say and nonetheless they loved him!

- Study dates in the libraries tended to end up with you giggling at his ridiculous jokes and him teasing you about how you were so cute, making you slap his arm lightly as you would feel your cheeks warm up.

- Playing footsies was always convenient when you were not paying attention to him, too focused on your novel and you just shook your head on the way and stifled your laughter at his pout.

- He was not a jealous person, not at least after you became his. Before sure, he'd glare at those who tried to ask you out, being happy when you turned them down.

- Q reminding him you weren't dating him for him to get jealous but now that you were, he didn't feel the need to get jealous.

- If he felt like someone was looking at you in that way, he'd either wrap his arm around your waist and kiss you cheek, smiling with a certain glint to the other and they got the message alright. Nothing serious but sometimes he can be jealous.

- You, though, you weren't jealous but maybe you tended to get insecure at times. Thinking Min ho could have whoever he wanted yet he chose you as you would find a pretty girl leaning onto him.

But the scoff of disgust as he leaned away, and said something to her which would make her turn around in shame and walk away with her head down, made you look at him, him coming towards your way, smiling as he finally spotted you.

"Hi baby! I was just looking for you." He grinned widely as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, his eyes shining brightly as he looked down at you, in those moments you knew, even if he wanted whoever he wanted, you had him and he had you.

- He's talkative, talking about anything and everything under the sun and moon, you'd give your attention those times, nods of confirmation to questions and gasps of shock when he said something particularly astounding.

- He was grateful to have someone who'd listen to him talk, as simple as that gesture is, he's grateful for that someone to have been you.

- He loves it when you play with his hair as he lays his head on your lap, brushing through his soft locks, easing his worries.

- You love to just cuddle with him when you can, him just holding you when you need it or pulling you onto him from your previous position of sitting beside him on the couch.

- Expect all kinds of date ideas to be pulled off, sometimes by you or by him or even by your friends. Movies, adventure parks, haunted houses, you name it but you think that no matter what, even if you could stare at paint dry on a wall, as long as you have Min ho with you, you couldn't ask for more.

- Despite his cocky moments at times, you sometimes would roll your eyes at him and just sigh softly, or better yet, you love to see his flustered expression whenever you agree on his self praises.

"We all know that my existence is probably the highlight of your day, guys, just admit it." He would say with a smug grin, Q already rolling his eyes and Kitty just scoffing and you replied

"Of course baby, you're the highlight of my life!" You grinned widely at him, chuckling when his ears got a little red and he just nodded "Y-yeah see!"

"I'll be b-back!" You laughed at him,

"Oh he's so whipped for you." Kitty said which only made you laugh more loudly.

- In the end, Min ho was convinced that even if he didn't believe in star crossed lovers, he'd definitely have to thank fate to make someone like you become his.

- And oh Kitty of course.

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Benzo-Addict ~

- Yandere!Jeffery x F!Reader -

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Part One, Part Three

summary Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. 1k warning mature, non-con, hostage situation, abusive relationship cycle

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Oh... You came back. You aren't just a spinless quitter. Perhaps you’re a fucking psychopath. But fuck on, I guess.

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Jeffery had a lot of nervous ticks. He was a time bomb of sorts. And he was imploding at the seams right before your eyes. You noticed it as lab partners when research came out dry or when the hypothesis was proven wrong. But, you kept them noted in the recesses of your mind. Never thinking that you would see today as you do.

He rambled to himself, undiscernible to you. Jeffery picked his teeth with the tip of his knife. Like you'd caught him with his cutesy anime pens not too long ago. He would shake all over doing minuscule tasks and you joked about it with him. You'd wondered, cheekily, how could organizing papers cause someone to tremble more than a leaf?

But, in this case, he was gagging your boyfriend. Seem pretty fucking reasonable now. And you couldn't stop it. You watched. Wrist cleaned of bondage while Cody whipped his head around. It being all he could do. "Fuck off me! And my girl!!" His voice was a visceral growl, hoarse from his prior screeching. "You micro dick ince~ Hmhph."

"Stay silent like a good dog for a sec." Jeffery patted Cody's shoulder. He turned to you with a soft desolate smile. He padded over to you in a mere flash. "Hey you~ I'd told you to sleep, didn't I? It'll help. When I get you home, it'll be like this nightmare never happened."

"W-wh... Why?" You stuttered through the fatigue. The drugs were in the deepest reservoir of your stomach, begging to be felt in a dream. Yet you wheezed at the idea of losing this moment. This might be the last thing you ever see. "Don't hurt him."

Jeffery sighed, "Don't be like that, darling." He nodded towards your boyfriend. "He had it coming. Look at him. He's lookin' back at you." Shakily you looked over Jeffery's frame to see Cody more clearly. He was right, his eyes were on you. "Disgusting, ain't he."

Snot and tears choked him further than the soiled sock could. You'd never seen Cody so helpless. And you'd thought yourself capable of fleeing, but he would remain for dead, and your feet stilled at its iron gates. You've wished him gone a handful of times, but never like this.

"I have a few ideas," Jeffery continued, he gripped your hair, tugging you closer to his chest. "He's a shitty jock and a lowlife dragging you down. You've seen Corpse Party? Maybe I'll cut his tongue up like... Woah oh, easy there."

Every curse came to mind, aimed and sharpened at the back of his skill. You would damn him to hell and father down the pipeline if you could. But, You opted to squirm and whine out of Jeffery's grasp.

His slight hand tremors felt jarring against your scalp. You had held them once. The thought petrified you more so than Cody's muffled mulls.

"Calm down, please. You'd promise yourself that today would be the last, right? I'm giving that to you now!" You flinched at Jeffery's tone. Your eyes are wide and watering. "Don't give me that look. I knew you wouldn't see this from my perspective, but I'm doing this for you!"

You stilled, blanched, and mortified, by Jeffery's words. How would he know? You promised yourself throughout yesterday, Wednesday, and the day before that. You wanted out of this life. Cody wasn't the best. He was a sleaze, as Nicole puts it. But he was your definition of normal.

"That means jack shit," You squealed. The past doesn't matter. That promise doesn't, not at this moment.

Mornings started with arguments. You stoic in the face of him calling you the nastiest of names imaginable. Your insecurity set ablaze with accuracy. He never laid a hand on you. You couldn't say the same for the drywall, littered with the impressions of violent spouts. And Cody would be your most vocal supporter when you're high.

He'd call you the prettiest slut around for miles, rubbing his thumb over the flush of your checks from mystery shots. Cody begged for your lips to be on him constantly. And he desired your hips rocking over his shaft, causing you to spasm. He liked you sensitive. Despite your lack of control, he'd ask you to squeeze your drugged-up pussy around his cock, urging you to squirt down his balls.

Then by morning, he'll start tearing you down again, and you'll realize Cody hardly touches you sober.

It was normal. And each day you promised yourself you'd leave, you played further into the game. You'll think to yourself: What a fucking asshole, keeping praises locked behind a firewall of Xannies and Oxy.

But, you'll stay despite each passing day. You had told Jeffery about it, briefly -during a massive hangover no less. That didn't mean you wanted your boyfriend murdered. Without Cody, you'd be abnormal.

"It doesn't matter, he..." Jeffery laughed, his nerves spilling past his braced teeth. He nuzzled his nose along your eyebrow. And you felt on the verge of pissing yourself. "He brainwashed you. It's fine to be confused. Sleep off the drugs. We'll be home when you wake."

"Why?"

"Why what? Becoming sober would do you great."

You winced, "No? Why're you doing this."

Jeffery paused. He scratched at his temple. "Is it not obvious? I want you... badly. Not just your body, even though it's immaculate. You... um, have curves where I like them the most. And it's not every day I meet a pretty girl who loves anime and who's nice to me. Hello, you watched Pretty Cure and Sailor Moon. You were my only true friend. You could keep up with me like my Discord homies. And, um."

He was rambling. Fuck. You didn't know liking childish anime would get you here. Eight-year-old you was a bitch fucking whore~

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** Choice ** Skip past Jeffery's monologue a) end up in fucking the psycho anime freak, or b) end up in a ditch dead #yourimagination * click *

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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here. Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo!

Part One, Part Three

I am not a fan of Jeffery from 09'. That being said, I was shocked by the amount of people who liked part one! I hope this is good for y'all.

@opalineishere here's part twooo~

@sakurashana I tagged your ass because you had something to say the other day 😂

[mentallyisekaid]

「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x La Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 2 ✦ 」

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Part 1 [Part 2] Part 2.5 Part 3 Part 3.5

It's highly recommended to read the parts in order, otherwise few things will make sense!

Author's note ~ From this chapter forward, Y/N will develop a strong, somewhat intimate bond with her fellow Harbingers, but it's still, essentially, platonic. After coming up with the full storyline for this series, I figured it'd best to keep romance to a minimum, so it won't distract me or the readers from what's happening plotwise. But make no mistake - all of them care quite fiercely about you... it's not labelled "Harbingers x Reader" for nothing :) And of course, you're free to interpret their relationship in any kind of way you prefer <3

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Featured in this chapter, we have (drum roll, if you please)... Scaramouche, Childe and Columbina!

Warnings: brief/indirect spoilers regarding Sumeru's Archon quest and Scaramouche's lore

Word count: 3k

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A month had passed since the funeral, and the day you'd become the 12th of the Fatui Harbingers at Pierro's request.

*Note ~ Even though Signora's dead, I still consider her to be one of the 'Eleven Harbingers', and thus Y/N's position will be the 12th!

Truth to be told, you hardly cared whether such a dubious position had been offered to you out of respect for Rosalyne's legacy, or merely because they'd wanted to keep an eye on the immortal girl who possessed two Visions.

For the past five centuries, your life had lacked any clear purpose - perhaps this new title could change things to something a bit more... colorful?

Perhaps they could be the change.

On that note, there was something quite peculiar you'd come to notice about the infamous Harbingers.

Despite joining their ranks, you had kept the reason behind your questionable situation as a secret, so on a very essential level they still knew next to nothing about you (except for the Director who definitely knew enough to make you very uncomfortable!) In this regard, shouldn't they have considered you a stranger, or at least a high security risk?

Yes, yes they should have.

Yet not only did they treat you as one of their own, but it appeared that for some reason, these people cared about you to an extent beyond just professional relationships, always looking out for you in weird ways, like making sure you didn't overwork yourself, stayed healthy and never lacked any weird luxuries like expensive bath salts - that, and the fact that they were almost constantly lingering around you...

As someone who'd grown used to getting by on their own, you didn't really know what to make of their behavior. Or how to return it.

But did you dislike it? Not really. Why? Well, you were still sort of figuring that out.

You were currently sitting in Pantalone's office, looking through some financial reports while the Regrator himself was away on a business trip. As things stood, this was pretty much all that your title as a Harbinger was good for - assisting your colleagues by handling the less direct approaches to their duties as diplomats of Snezhnaya. It was only natural that you weren't yet expected, or trusted, to do any actual fieldwork.

So, your days were mostly spent being surrounded by endless piles of documents...

*knock, knock!*

...and them, as you might have guessed.

You sighed, placing the papers down on the desk when another round of impatient knocks came in. Clearly, that someone was going to invite themselves in regardless of your answer, and it wasn't hard to narrow down the list of possible suspects since only the highest ranking members of the Fatui were allowed in this part of the headquarters - frankly, the doors here tended not to be Harbinger-proof?

But it's not as if you really minded, breaktime was due anyway. Also, their company was always vastly more entertaining than work!

"It's not locked, you know" you commented, leaning back on your chair.

A scoff was heard before the door was rudely pushed open, and an unfamiliar character marched with such arrogance you'd think they owned the place. This made you raise an eyebrow; what an admirable sense of superiority? It wasn't someone you'd met before, but judging from the way they carried themselves, you recognized them nonetheless.

The man with child-like features (and a rather beautiful face) stopped in the middle of the room, staring curiously, though somewhat condescendingly, at the girl behind the desk.

"Are you," he started, "perchance the Director's newest recruit?"

"It's already been a month, but I suppose... in any case, what can I do for you, mister?"

"Mister?" The Harbinger crossed his arms, both amused and irked by your way of addressing him. "Ha, do you not know who I am?"

"Oh, no, I'm fairly certain I do," you sighed. "A presumptuous attitude, and a strikingly non-traditional kasa hat... the Balladeer, I presume? I heard you were busy playing a god in Sumeru with one of Dottore's segments, so I thought it might be a while before I get to meet the last one of my colleagues. But here you are - Scaramouche, was it? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He was being rude too, you were just returning the discourtesy.

Scaramouche held back a chuckle, the bells from his hat jingling.

"Ah, yes, that would be me. And as to why I bothered coming all the way from Sumeru just to meet you, miss Twelfth..."

"I have a name. It's Y/N."

He clicked his tongue, taking a step closer.

"Yes, yes, whatever. Now, sit there and listen. I was in the middle of my little experiment on blasphemy when I suddenly heard that the Jester had recruited a new Harbinger, who, incidentally, has two Visions and is supposedly immortal - but she blatantly refuses to reveal anything about herself. Surely, you can imagine my slight annoyance at this, seeing as you, on the other hand, seem to know an awful lot about us."

You smiled a bit, fiddling with the quill pen in your hand.

"Yes, I don't exactly go around advertising my past to others. But aren't you same in that regard, Scaramouche?"

"I won't amuse you by answering that." He smiled eerily. "The point is, I don't like being kept in the dark - it gives people the chance to stab me in the back, and that's not something I'm particularly fond of."

"Ask the Director, then. I can assure you he knows all kinds of scandalous things about me - about all of us, no doubt."

He shrugged. "That won't be necessary."

In the blink of an eye, Scaramouche was no longer where he'd been standing before. The Sixth Harbinger had suddenly jumped on top of your desk, scattering the paperwork you'd spent hours organizing. He leaned forward with a smug look on his face, grabbing your chin between his delicate fingers.

"So, our little miss Harbinger refuses to reveal her secrets? We'll get those out of you, don't you worry~"

"My goodness?" Your previously dull eyes sparkled a bit. "What a bold move - it's certainly... something. I must say, I find your character quite fascinating, Balladeer."

"Likewise."

Behind that ruthless, indigo gaze, was a forlorn soul that had faced so much injustice...

When travelling around Teyvat for the past centuries, you'd caught bits and pieces of hearsay about Scaramouche's tragic past - most of it probably accurate. But it wouldn't have been wise to bring up such matters when you'd only just met him, especially since the Balladeer was widely known for his foul temper.

Though, judging from the way was looking at you, he probably knew what you were thinking. Even so, there was no ill intent in his eyes.

A new voice suddenly interrupted your odd encounter.

"I hope you're not harrassing our princess, dearest Scara!"

Tartaglia waltzed in to the office with an ominous smile. Scaramouche jumped down from your desk, scoffing at the sight of his ginger colleague.

"Ha, barely! I just happen to find her very intriguing."

Childe laughed a bit, stepping forward to pat your head.

"Well, I did tell you she was special, comrade. And to think you didn't believe me? Yet, here I find you. It seems Y/N Lohefalter is capable of drawing the attention of even the Balladeer himself, ahahhah~"

You followed their interaction, thoroughly entertained - compared to your previous uneventful life, this was certainly refreshing.

"Foolish boys," yet another familiar voice was heard, and Columbina strode in gracefully. "Avoiding your work to disturb Y/N with these shameful antics? Pierro would be quite displeased. Now, perish."

Damselette then turned her attention on you, smiling sweetly.

"Would you like to have an afternoon snack with me? I hope you've been eating enough, my dove."

"Now, now, don't be greedy..." Scaramouche taunted. "It's rather obvious that she and I were having a conversation."

You smiled a bit, pointing at each one of them with your pen.

"Technically, you're all are here equally uninvited. And on that note - as much as I'd rather do anything else right now - I really should continue with these documents or they're going to pile up..."

"Hey now, you know Pantalone doesn't like it when you overwork yourself, Y/N," Childe pointed out, crossing his arms.

Columbina smiled gently. "Yes, how about we go and have some tea instead?~"

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at this.

"You sure speak to this girl in an unprofessional manner, Tartaglia, Damselette - if I didn't know better, I'd say it sounds almost intimate. Trying to snatch her away from me, perhaps? But you've already known her for a month; it ought to be my turn to get acquainted with our new little Harbinger. Y/N and I have some things to discuss, after all..."

"Oh?" Childe raised an eyebrow. "Then what exactly were you and her chatting so intimately about before I came?"

"Enlighten us, Balladeer," Columbina chuckled.

You shook your head a bit.

"Let's not go down that rabbit hole-"

"No." Scaramouche cut you off with a smug expression. "These two, and the rest of them... would agree with the opinion I shared with you, don't you think? Surely it's something that we've all been wondering about."

Columbina and Childe shared a brief but knowing look - it wasn't hard to guess what the Balladeer had said to you, and though he should have gone about it a more discreet manner, they couldn't deny their curiosity either.

The angel-like Harbinger walked next to you, brushing back a loose strand of hair from your face.

"I'd rather hear this from you," she hummed.

Her touch was a little cold but gentle, not at all unpleasant. You just weren't used to this kind of physical intimacy, or rather, it had been so long since you'd experienced any kind of intimacy, that it caught you a bit off-guard whenever your co-workers offered these weird gestures. It's not like you... really minded this. But it did make it hard to refuse when they the asked you for something.

You sighed, leaning back on the chair.

"Of course, I... know you're all somewhat displeased that I'm keeping these secrets from you, about my past, that is - how I've lived for this long, and how it's possible that have two Visions. It might be difficult for you to trust me because of this, but even so, I am not obliged to reveal anything. And you know as well as I do that the Jester already knows what there is to be known; he wouldn't have let me join otherwise."

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes, not content with your answer.

"Yes, but I also know that the Director is a man of his principles - either those secrets are shared of your own accord, or not at all."

"Then maybe you don't need to know? Maybe you're better off not knowing?"

Tartaglia frowned, leaning against the wall next you.

"Being a part of the Fatui already means that we're in way over our heads when it comes to anything questionable that's going on in Teyvat. Your... situation, is included in that, even more so because you're one of us now. And in case it's not clear yet, we do care about our own, even if that often gets a bit lost behind our agendas and differences." He put a hand on your shoulder and offered a reassuring smile. "So, we'd like to know more about you, Y/N. I'm sure that's what Scaramouche has been trying to tell you too, albeit he has a weird way of choosing his words."

The Balladeer crossed his arms. "What a speech, Childe." It sounded like a snide remark, you somehow sensed that he didn't mean it as one.

"For once, I agree with these two," Columbina said. "Though both are going about this in a rather thoughtless manner. Regardless of her past and whether or not she chooses to disclose it, she is a Harbinger - and that does not necessarily mean we should know all these things about her. Her only responsibility is to serve the Tsaritsa, after all."

She smiled at you. "But it is a shame you don't seem to trust us very much, Y/N."

Reverse psychology? Smooth.

"I think you've misunderstood me, though. It's not about trust."

You stood up from Pantalone's fancy office chair, stretching a bit.

"At this point, revealing those things might or might not cost me, but I'm pretty sure I won't gain anything from it either. If that's the case - well, is survival not about keeping the trump cards you have, or at least not giving them away for free? And information is often more valuable than Mora."

"You sound like the Regrator, though I'm sure he would disagree about the Mora part." Tartaglia chuckled. "But I like the way you think! So, what is it that you'd like in return for those secrets?"

"I'd be happy to arrange whatever it is~" Columbina singsonged. "Within the bounds of good taste, of course."

Scaramouche clicked his tongue. "What an insufferable girl - what is it you want, then?"

You tilted your head, wondering why these people were so invested in you. One day, you'd surely understand... but in this moment, you could only think about their offer and how it was just slightly too tempting to refuse.

"Well, right now, I'm craving for some excitement. Something more thrilling than this paperwork I'm drowning in day after day. I don't suppose one of you has a solution for that?"

Columbina's soft laughter jingled in the air.

Scaramouche was glaring at you.

Childe's eyes were sparkling.

"Excitement, you say?!" the ginger exclaimed. "Oh, that won't be a problem. How about we make a little bet, Y/N?"

"I'm listening."

"Let's fight a bit~ I've been wanting to see what you're capable of, and a match against the Eleventh Harbinger is far from playing around, so I'm sure it would prove exciting enough for you." He nodded toward the two gemstones hanging from your belt. "Use those Visions, any weapons and all the shenanigans you can possibly come up with - if you think you can. I promise to make it worth your while. Naturally, you'd have to share some of your past in exchange..."

You raised an eyebrow at his suggestion. "...if you manage to win, that is?"

Columbina chuckled. "Careful, Y/N. You'll get Tartaglia too excited~"

Scaramouche rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sure you understand what you're agreeing to, miss Twelfth. But by all means, go play with this idiot - I'll gladly come and watch, it ought to be entertaining. The next phase of my mission in Sumeru is not due in a while anyway." (And if by some miracle you do manage to beat Childe, I'll come up with other ways of discovering those secrets.)

The Balladeer as well had grown quite captivated by you.

Childe smiled innocently. "How about it, Y/N? Are you in?"

"You bet."

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...who in their right mind had recruited this maniac?

Sure, the Harbingers had inhuman abilities, but this was pure madness. Tartaglia had yet to even demonstrate his Hydro powers, much less a Delusion, but merely by using his agility and a pair of escrima sticks he had already brought you to your knees.

It's not as if you considered yourself to be a particularly skilled fighter, but you did have five centuries' worth more experience than him, and quite a few tricks up in your sleeve. But Childe only ever gave you the time to use your polearm - no Visions, no shenanigans - and even so, you didn't manage to land a single hit on him.

You lay on the floor of the training grounds, breathlessly gazing up at Tartaglia who was pinning you down with his knee.

"Ready to yield, girlie?"

"Ha... I'm not, *huff*, giving up that easily..."

He smiled, putting a bit more pressure on your chest - not in a painful way, but it was still enough to diminish your remaining fighting spirit rather quickly.

"Alright, alright, fine... please, *huff*... stop, Tartaglia... I, *huff*... give... up..."

"You can call me Ajax, by the way."

The ginger stood up, gazing down at you with a grin on his face. Well, at least now you knew that the rumors about his martial arts prowess weren't exaggerated? Neither was the fact that whenever he did fight, there was this euphoric (honestly a bit scary) aura around him. Reminder - think twice before you accept a challenge from this guy in the future!

That said, you had quite enjoyed yourself...

Ajax offered his hand to you, and you meekly took it, allowing him to pull you up from the ground.

Columbina and Scaramouche, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, appeared slightly amused and certainly pleased by the end of your struggle. This outcome had been more or less expected, but ever so welcome. A Harbinger never backed on their word, after all~

"Now then, my angel..."

"...you better keep that promise."

The three of them led you to a small lounge, dimly lit by a fireplace and deserted from any members of Fatui. Exhausted, you slouched down on a couch and closed your eyes.

Damselette came next to you wordlessly, laying down and letting her head rest on your lap. This was a habit of hers that you didn't mind; while admittedly rather intimate, it was something like this that you had long yearned for.

Childe leaned against a nearby wall, smiling at you encouragingly. For some reason, you always felt at ease around him. He was like an "older" sibling - more than she ever was, the one you'd already lost before her death.

The Balladeer was sitting on an armchair, observing you with an unreadable expression. The slight softness in those cold eyes was perhaps only noticed by you; an abandoned soul recognizes its own kind.

"Now then, Ajax, Scaramouche and Columbina. Allow me to tell you a story - one that discloses how my first Vision came to be. While I'm at it, I suppose I might as well reveal why Rosalyne and I shared such a difficult relationship..."

(to be continued)

[rinandsketches]

Still on the train of thought about Blue Eye Samurai. I been seeing people really diss Taigen so...Let's talk about him.

I'm going into a dive into his character cause people only see a bully that might have a toxic relationship to Mizu. I'm going to dive in from start to finish and give my theories and takes on this fisher man's son to where he is know.

Beginning in episode 1-

So..I'm pretty sure everyone's first reaction was like mine. We wanted this guy to be knocked down a peg. Meeting him as that one kid bully who was going to take things to far with a rock. In the adult years he has worked hard and managed to get not only high honors but the love of a princess.

I kinda ship Mizu and Taigen (sue me) but this one episode is where people draw their conclusions to judge off Taigen as mostly irredeemable. He's proud, cocky, a brat, and he openly cheats on Akemi with some girls while celebrating his engagement, he was arrogant, proud of it and had every right to be, this is proof by the size of top not. its bigger then the rest of the students, literally showing his importance as the top samurai in the dojo. Placing my cards on the table here, if Mizu had not shown up, Taigen would have just become like Akemi's father. Its a small hint by the father stating that he also started small and worked hard like Taigen, seeing himself in Taigen.

What saved him was Mizu.

The duel happened and his chonmage was cut off by Mizu. She stripped everything from Taigen. Yet he is a prideful guy, he goes out to try and get back what his. I think the spot where his hair was cut is a way to show he is now ,not only a member of the outcast as a disgraced warrior, but he was ready to regrow again.

during his adventure with Mizu, fighting with her (alongside and against her), his wants begins to change. I don't know how many people noticed this but Taigen's hair does grow back by the last two episodes which is in the span of a few days or Possible a week. It could signal the new change in Taigen, he's softer to Mizu, less arrogant, and despite his feelings towards the fact Akemi is married he still saves her husband. Now he did get mad at Mizu and its kind of understandable, they have been at the forge for a week and she didn't say anything about Akemi and Fowler's plan until much later. Depsite that he fights with her against fowler.

This leads to the final scene with Taigen,

After everything single God damn thing he been through, he's reached this point. As Mizu said, he's not good but he can be great. She was not referring to his combat skills, she was talking about his character. Taigen also comes to figure this out, he doesn't need to be good with a blade to be great nor does he want to. If this had been episode 1 Taigen, I believe he would have thrown a fit if Akemi told him she wanted not be with him instead he must have took her back to her husband before leaving.

To sum up: yes, Taigen was a jackass, and an arrogant one to boot. I believe he was looking for a way to be happy with the options he had. Clearly it wasn't easy for him growing up, as Mizu probably thinks. Speaking of Mizu, the two need to have a conversation. Taigen definitely has regrets about not making her life easy, but Mizu also needs to begin a forgiving process. Its safe to say Mizu has a hard time letting things go..so it might take a while before the two can let their past go and continue to grow as people, and possible companions.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: idiots-to-lovers, afab character - she/her pronouns, cliffhanger ending.

although you should have paid much more attention to your office crush, your mind had all been focused on aki to your right, who looked painfully irritated, enough that you weren't startled when he excused himself for a smoke break.

you were more startled when he excused you as well with him.

"you do remember I don't smoke?" you had whispered promptly as you got up from the floor, smiling at your office crush with a forcefulness that made your jaw click awkwardly.

it had been going that well as you had been glad to have put right in front of your office crush and hence it had felt naturally to start catching up and chatting about events.

well, he did a whole lot more of chatting than you and you were sure that he had cut you through a few times, but you were talking after long months of pining away at your desk in the hopes he'd notice you.

"I know" aki had replied sombrly, holding the door open for you to exit the busy izakaya and move outside in the chilly air of the beginning of autumn; the past few days had been pretty cold and you cursed yourself for having changed in a dress at the knowledge that it'd be your - one and only - chance to catch the eye of your office crush "... I just... well, I had to talk with you".

«couldn't it wait tomorrow?» you asked as you adjusted the coat around your shoulders to further shield yourself from the cold, standing the closest to the heat of the inside «... the conversation was going so well and it was... oh gods, it was flowing!».

«are you sure?».

aki's tense comment got you immediately self-doubting as you tried to recall the exact last words you had spoken to your office crush, immediately senidng you panicking before he added, while putting the cigarette between his lips.

«... because from what I could see he was the sole one talking. that isn't a conversation in my book».

you startled, definitely taken aback and after a first moment of confusion you couldn't help but be the irritated one: had aki just pulled you aside to... chastise you?

«well, I mean... he's... it's good, still, though?».

your experience with relationship was lacking as a former unpopular student; maybe that was also why you struggled so much to make the first move and had been basically snowballed by that trainwreck of a crush.

«... I don't mind it».

«you should».

since when had aki started giving out relationship advice? you did know he hadn't a girlfriend and neither he had had one for the time in which you had known each other, so what was he going to judge you on? w

hat were his grounds and what were his credentials?

professional party-pooper?

«... I don't... he doesn't seem like a nice guy».

«don't you know that girls usually go for bad boys?» you humored him, clearly wishing for this conversation to unfold in another whole way; the tone felt so heavy that you could cut the tension with a knife and wondered what got aki to act so somberly «... either way, I do apprecciate the concern, aki, but believe me...».

«is that... is that who'd you like be with?» although from anybody else it'd have sounded judging and ominous, strangely aki - and his blue eyes - had the ability to make it sound painfully serious, and more concerned than patronizing.

still, you couldn't help but feel slightly burned by the comment, moving further into the entrance of the place while aki exhaled promptly smoke from his mouth.

with his eyes set up onto you, it was impossible not to look at him: he looked handsome, damningly so and hadn't you been painfully aware that aki didn't do relationships, your work crush would have probably been him: pretty loose hair framing a delicate face with pretty features and a body that you knew was honed by training.

a forbidden fantasy that got you blushing.

«ahem... he is funny, and he...» you struggled sudenly to find adjectives to describe your office crush: you certainly thought him handsome but he paled if compared to aki.

he was funny, indeed, but in a way that got you to feel a bit annoyed at times as he recounted stories time over time that made nobody laugh.

he was... respectful you thought, but he had given you the bare minimum and he had indeed over time talked above you.

«... well, there isn't such a huge choice in the office».

and neither in the world outside, you had to admit: dating apps didn't work nor speed dating events or such. or better, they didn't work for anybody but you; was something wrong with you? probably but you were desperate.

and you were just about ready to throw yourself at a 'decent' man, a casual find instead of a perfect match.

«... well, you don't have to settle for him».

and maybe it was the fact that aki saw right through you that you felt yourself grow angry when you knew he was right all along; he had no right to be like that, no right to call you out at all for trying to form a relationship when he had backed off from them all too well.

maybe, if he hadn't been so emotionally unavailable...

no, that was a dangerous ecanrio that you didn't want to go down on; you knew of some subtle and unspoken feelings you had for aki, but they were to be kept smashed down and ignored, because otherwise you'd have ruined a good friendship.

«and you don't have to tell me what to do» you shot back, cringing at the harsh way in which you sounded; aki might have been sticking his nose where he shouldn't have but this didn't give you the right to berate him for something that was within you only «... I like him. maybe he isn't perfect, but I like him and I want to start a relationship with him so that's enough».

you had hoped that aki would banter again - if anything to show he cared -, but instead after a moment of confusion he simply smoked the last of his cig, nodding slowlu as he dropped his head to have his hair fall onto his face.

«yeah, I... heard you loud and clear» he spoke slowly, smushing his cig underneath his sole, promptly cruushing it in a quiet fashion that had you wondering whether he had heard you "loud and clear" as he had said «... it's cold, I... it's better if we go inside, alright?».

you nodded, a bit uneasy after this conversation - definitely unsettled at how attentive to you aki had been - but moved inside slowly, somehow not comforted in the slightest when your office crush waved you over, as you took back your place in front of him, catching with your side-eye aki settling onto your opposite sides but quickly collecting his coat and wallet.

"already going, aki?" himeno muttered, with her usual slurred speech while a poor arrai barely escaped her grasp "... you truly are no fucking fun!".

"think I have had enough for the night" aki replied gently, before putting an hand onto your shoulder strangely comforting and far warmer than the whole room "... have a good evening".

and like that he was off, as your eyes stayed linked on his back till it disappeared, brought back when your crush snapped his fingers in your face to regain your attention before starting to talk again; much to your horror, you found out that without rose-tinted heart shaped glasses, aki was right: he was an idiot.

his rambles weren't cute nor interesting and although you tried to fake a smile through them, by the time that everybody moved away from the bar, you were exhausted and socially drained.

"would you like to... have a coffee at my place? to end the night?" you were startled when your office crush asked you to stay, while you wrapped a scarf tightly around himeno's neck, least she got cold while obviously passed out.

had he asked you such a thing an hour before, you'd have been throughly happy, but somehow you couldn't help but overanalyze every small detail, like the fact that he had drunk almost as much as miss himeno and insisted that you did as well, although you weren't that big of a drinker.

his cologne smelled far too intensely and his eyes lingered all too close to where your dress pushed your chest up.

was this the man you truly wanted to go out with?

were you that desperate and alone to wind up with such a dude?

your mind flashed with deep blue eyes and concern, a warm hand on your shoulder and the gentle tone of somebody who cared.

"I am wiped" you immediately saw the disappointment over office crush's features and somehow you found yourself not caring at all, whereas his rejection would have meant the worst for you "... maybe another time".

"yes of course" no 'I enjoyed talking with you, tonight' or anything else.

and somehow that was all you needed.

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monday you felt like couldn't have come sooner as you moved quickly into your cubicle, no longer catching snaps of former office crush; if anything, you ducked your head when he passed clearly searching for you, and were glad when aki came, looking as polished as ever although he hadn't the same precise glint. something was amiss.

it was already telling that he hadn't messaged you n the weekend aside for a "did you arrive home safe?" (that sounded like "did you go home, alone?"), but you had tried not to give it too much thought. you tried not to give too much thought to the night spent drinking.

not at all.

«hey!» you called him over, noticing he didn't have the air of somebody who had had his morning coffee «... coffee?».

at the canteen, you found that aki's silence extended from the weekend onto the weekdays as he stayed quiet after the usual pleasantries.

«you didn't ask me about how my weekend went» you took it upon yourself to speak up.

«mmh, thought you'd fill me in» he said, lightly brushing with his tips the hot lid of the plastic cup of coffee; the gesture shouldn't have felt as dirty-minded as you thought it «... anything interesting happened?».

«aside a good session of romcoms on my own with ice cream? not really» you shot back «... although I did receive a proposal on friday night. for some coffee... from you-know-who».

obviously even aki could tell that the proposal wasn't about coffee.

«mmh» it would have seemed disinterested but by now you knew all about aki hayakawa's slight moans «... how did it go? probably bad considering the romcoms and ice...».

«I didn't go» you flustered lightly, feeling silly at your admission, although not because again you were lonely and painfully single but somehow you hoped that aki wouldn't catch the reason why you hadn't gone with it «... you were right. he was a bit of a tool. talked too much and out of place... I don't... well, I don't know what got me into him in the first place».

you expected for aki to goad, to mutter a quiet and comforting 'I told you so' but nothing came out of his mouth for a long time making the silence awkward enough that you were about to excuse yourself and your coffee when he spoke again.

«I am glad» he spoke slowly as if he was coming up witht he words as he went, although they seemed also somehow practiced «... I... I know he wasn't the one for you. I... you deserve somebody better».

you doubted it somehow, but you doubted even more than you could find better and in an attack of sarcasm you shot back caustically.

«why the sudden concern, hayakawa?».

«because I like you» of course, he liked you as he was your best friend «... like... because I wish I could be the one. the right one for you».

you hadn't expected that in the slightest and it seemed not even your friend as he regarded you for a moment as if you had been the one admitting to him your sudden attraction to him.

«I... I....» he stalled, and as his face shot out sudden looks at you, you found yourself unable to speak what was aching in your mind; you had denied for so long your feelings for him that you had thought that they'd never come up your throat agaiin «... sorry, I... I ruined it, didn't I».

«no, aki, I...» that was all you managed to say before he was the one that got up, eyes darting everywhere but upon you as he said what broke your heart next.

«don't... you don't have to worry, I... I'll assure myself that my... my feelings won't interfere... it'll be like always... I won't make it awkward».

and somehow that felt more hurtful than straight up rejection.

part 2?

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | teen | 2.7k | tags: animal shelter workers Eddie and Chrissy, platonic stobin, background buckingham, Idiots to lovers | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him by @starryeyedjanai | AO3)

This was all Robin's fault, Steve decided as he sneezed violently, his eyes burning and his throat itching. He was just trying to be a good friend to her, supporting her in whatever crazy ideas she had after her breakup with Vicky. Because that's what friends do, right? Support you in your pain and later help you clean up the inevitable mess when you come to your senses.

So when Robin asked him to drive her to the nearest animal shelter, he didn't hesitate.

Okay, maybe for a minute or so, but he quickly caved when she explained that she was clearly doomed to die alone, so she needed to go all in. Become the crazy lesbian cat lady she was so clearly meant to be.

Hence, the animal shelter to acquire said cat.

Steve expected to drive her there, look at some cats, and drive home because some helpful shelter attendant would explain to Robin that getting a cat was a bigger deal than she thought. He expected Robin to be sad and maudlin for a while, but ultimately glad because Steve loves her, but they both know that not even her potted plants survive more than a month.

What Steve didn't expect was to meet the man of his dreams.

They arrived early in the evening because they both had to work, and the shelter was surprisingly less busy than they had expected for that time of day. The waiting area of the Visitor Center was blissfully empty, which was a relief to Steve, who had been dealing with noisy customers all day and could feel a headache coming on.

Meandering up to the registration desk, they were greeted by a perky and really pretty blonde girl. Her name tag read Chrissy and she greeted them with a dazzling smile that Steve couldn't help but notice was directed more at Robin than at him. Either she immediately recognized which one of them was here to get a new pet, or she was smart enough to notice how amazing Steve's best friend was.

Steve hoped for the latter, which meant that instead of a hairy, clawed monster, Robin might be taking home the number of a pretty girl to help her get over her breakup.

"Hi, my name is Chrissy, how can I help you?" the woman chirped, and Steve had to nudge Robin's shoulder because she kept staring at Chrissy instead of answering.

"Oh, uh, hi. I'm Robin, this is Steve. We were looking for a cat." Then, realizing how that sounded, she hastily backtracked. "Or not we as in together, because we're not. That would be gross, he's like my brother. He's just helping me find a cat because he's my best friend, totally platonic with a capital 'P'."

Wow, Steve thought, he hadn't seen Robin ramble like that since before she started dating Vicky two years ago.

Fortunately, Chrissy seemed to find Robin's rambling endearing rather than off-putting, as her smile only brightened at Robin's explanation.

"Oh, you two are so cute. I totally get it. My best friend also works here and people always think we're a couple. Which we definitely are not." Chrissy told them before picking up the phone from her desk. "Speaking of which, I'm going to call him and tell him we have some potential pet owners who want to take a look at our cats."

She dialed a number from memory and it only rang twice before someone apparently picked up. Chrissy explained the situation and asked if they could take a tour before ending the call.

"Eddie will be with you in a few minutes. One of our dogs has taken a special liking to him and is demanding some extra belly scratches. Eddie won't admit it, but this dog has him wrapped around her paw." She laughs fondly at the thought. "Anyway, you can sit over there while you wait."

As they waited, Steve couldn't help but notice that Robin kept looking over to where Chrissy was typing on her computer. He leaned over to whisper, "Maybe you won't die alone with a bunch of cats after all."

Before Robin could answer, someone cleared their throat next to them, startling them both. They whipped around in unison to find a young man standing in front of them, and Steve could feel himself staring, but was unable to stop.

Because Jesus Christ, right in front of him was the prettiest guy Steve had ever seen.

Eddie, Steve guessed, had dark, unruly curls that he wore in a messy bun at the back of his neck, with strands framing his face. He was tall, at least as tall as Steve, maybe an inch or two taller, but more on the slender side, with legs that went on for miles and a tiny waist that Steve was dying to get his hands on. Big, dark, doe eyes looked at them with a friendly expression, and full lips curled into an inviting smile.

Steve was a goner from the start.

"Hi there, you must be why Chrissy called me here. I'm Eddie, nice to meet you," he greeted them, extending his hand to shake theirs. His hand was warm and Steve could feel the calluses on his ringed fingers. It conjured up images in his mind of those fingers wrapped around things other than his hand, dangerous thoughts.

"Hi," Steve squeaked, immediately wanting to put his hand over his mouth. It seemed that smooth had gone out to buy cigarettes and Steve had a suspicion that it wouldn't be back anytime soon.

When Eddie looked at him expectantly, it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize why.

"I'm, um, I'm Steve, and this is Robin, my friend. Best friend. Platonic friend."

Yes, smooth was gone, and it had taken his dignity with it. Great.

Next to him, he could see Robin suppressing a laugh at his flailing, the traitor. This was what he got for trying to be a good friend: Mockery.

Eddie looked like he was suppressing laughter too, but on him it just looked endearing.

"Okay, Steve, Robin. Follow me, to the kittens!" Like a man leading them to war, he marched off, clearly expecting them to follow. Looking at each other in silent agreement, they did.

They passed a large fenced area, and Steve could make out kennels at the far end of it. Following Steve's gaze, Eddie explained, "This is where our dogs stay. Most of them are allowed out during the day in the fenced area you see there, but at night they sleep in their crates."

Eddie leads them to a large, plain-looking house. "This is the cat house. We keep them behind glass walls because the little minxes would definitely climb through the bars and disappear. Come on in."

Inside, they were greeted with the distinct smell of several animals in a rather small space, but Steve was pleasantly surprised that the smell wasn't that bad or intense. Next to him, Robin immediately started cooing at the cats playing on the other side of the windowed rooms, which caused Steve and Eddie to share an indulgent smile.

Eddie was great, showing them all the cats and telling them stories about where they had come from as far as he knew, what they were like, what they liked and disliked, and was clearly very fond of his charges.

Robin and Steve were both hanging on Eddie's lips, but for very different reasons. For while Robin soaked up every word Eddie said, Steve soaked up every tiny movement of that pretty, pretty mouth, imagining how it would feel pressed against his. He kept nodding along, humming his agreement here and there, sometimes saying "yeah" or "definitely," as if he could hear any of their conversation instead of dreaming of kissing Eddie senseless.

That's the only explanation he has for why, after maybe thirty minutes of looking at cute cats, Steve and Robin both ended up with cats in their arms while Eddie prepared the adoption papers. At some point, Steve must have agreed to adopt a little fur ball, and now Eddie was all excited and happy, bouncing up and down as he explained that they were hoping to find a home for this set of siblings where they could still see each other. Apparently, Steve and Robin had promised to bring them together to play whenever possible.

"You can't believe how cool this is, we had almost given up hope that they would find someone. Chrissy and I had even discussed doing it ourselves, but Cerberus, my dog, doesn't like cats, and Chrissy didn't want to take two cats at once. But she loves Buttercup, so maybe she can visit her sometime? I know she would love that," Eddie adds with a wink in Steve's direction, and Steve begins to feel lightheaded. "And to be honest, I wouldn't mind seeing Buttercup and Tornado again either."

Was Eddie saying what Steve hoped? Robin seemed to think so, because she perked up immediately. "Oh, you two could come over this weekend and see how they are settling in. Since Steve and I are neighbors, it would be easy to visit them both on the same day."

And that's how Steve ended up with a tabby cat in his house and the worst allergic reaction he's had since Joyce brought home a stray cat while Steve was over for dinner and some cat hair got into his food.

When he knocked on Robin's door the next morning, Steve felt terrible, not only because his sinuses were shot to hell and his mucous membranes were rebelling, but because he felt like he was letting Eddie down. He knew he was allergic, but when he realized what he had unwittingly agreed to, he felt so stupid and pathetic that he didn't want to back out and explain why he hadn't said anything before.

"Steve, oh my God, you look awful! What happened?" Robin greeted him as she opened the door with Buttercup curled up in her arms. The cat was purring like crazy and Steve was happy to see that at least one of them was doing well with the whole pet adoption thing.

" I might have forgotten to tell you that I'm allergic to cats?" Steve said in a thick, congested voice. To be fair, he thought it wouldn't be an issue because he was so sure Robin wouldn't go through with adopting a cat. Or that he would.

"You're what? Steve! You just adopted a cat. What did you think was going to happen?"

Fair point. It looked like coming clean was his only real option here. It's not like Robin hadn't done stupid things when she had a crush on a girl, okay?

"I didn't want to adopt a cat! Hell, I never thought you would go through with it either, but I certainly never planned on bringing one home myself. I thought we'd get there, talk to one of the attendants, then go home and sleep on it and you'd realize you didn't really want a cat and we'd never go back."

Robin looked extremely unimpressed with him now, and even Buttercup had stopped purring and was looking at him with one eye half open.

"So what happened to change your mind?"

"Eddie," Steve said in a low voice.

"I beg your pardon?" She had heard him, but she made him say it again.

Steve sighed and repeated in a louder voice, "Eddie happened. I didn't even know what he was talking about because I was distracted by his mouth. I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late and I didn't want to disappoint him."

"You're such a Dingus, Dingus." Robin thankfully didn't sound angry or mocking, just exasperated and fond. "So what do we do now?"

"Keep the cat and hope it doesn't kill me?" Steve tried, already knowing that wasn't the answer she was looking for.

"Steve."

"Robin."

Putting Buttercup down and grabbing her keys from the small table next to her, Robin stepped forward and closed the door behind her. With a reassuring hand on Steve's shoulder, she said firmly, "Listen, we have to get Tornado back. You look like you're going to keel over any minute."

"But Eddie -"

"Wouldn't want you to die either. He looked at your ass way too much to want you dead."

That made Steve perk up. "He did?"

Smiling indulgently at him, Robin nodded. "He did. So let's get you cleaned up and pick up some allergy meds on the way to the shelter."

That's exactly what they did, and by the time they got there, Steve was feeling a little better. Tornado was in his crate in the back seat, strapped down, and when Robin took him out of the car, Steve's heart broke a little at the sight of him. He really wished it wouldn't literally kill him to have Tornado living with him.

Chrissy greeted them as cheerfully as yesterday, if a little more confused.

"Hey Robin. Steve. What brings you back, is everything okay with Buttercup and Tornado?"

Explaining the situation to Chrissy would have been bad enough, but Eddie had to choose this exact moment to walk by and see them. He walked over to them, greeted Steve with a warm and dimpled smile, and Steve had half a mind to just tell Robin 'never mind' and go back home to his slow death by asphyxiation.

He would have done just that if Robin had not known him too well. When Eddie asked the same thing as Chrissy, she walked over to Eddie and gently placed Tornado's box in his hands. "Steve had a bad allergic reaction to him this morning."

It warmed Steve's heart that Eddie's first reaction was genuine concern. He took a step toward Steve before remembering that he was holding the cause of Steve's condition.

Setting the box on the floor, he closed the distance between them and placed a hand on Steve's arm.

"Oh God, are you okay, Steve?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now, we picked up some meds on the way and they've already kicked in."

Eddie's thumb traced his shoulder under his shirt and he wasn't sure if the lightheaded feeling was a lingering effect of his allergic reaction or just the way he was reacting to Eddie.

"So you didn't know you were allergic?" Eddie asked and Robin snorted beside them.

"Oh, he did," she muttered, and Steve wanted to kill her. The impulse intensified when Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Um, well, yeah. I kind of knew?" It sounded like a question, and Eddie's eyebrows had completely disappeared beneath his bangs. "I just didn't say anything," Steve added, aware that he was digging a deep, deep grave for his dignity if it ever came back from getting cigarettes with his smoothness.

"But why?" Eddie sounded genuinely confused, and Steve couldn't blame him. Saying it like that made him sound a little crazy.

"I was... distracted and only realized what I had agreed to when it was too late. You were so excited and happy that I couldn't bring myself to tell you that it was all just a small misunderstanding."

Even now Steve couldn't help but stare at Eddie's pretty and very kissable lips as he said this. Maybe he should see a doctor about this.

Or maybe not, because it almost seemed like Eddie was looking right back at Steve's now. "Distracted by what?" he asked, suddenly even closer than before, his eyes still on Steve's mouth. When did this happen?

Licking his lips impulsively, Steve felt a thrill run through his body at the way Eddie's eyes darkened as they followed the movement of his tongue.

"By...you," he admitted softly. "Your lips. They are very distracting."

A dimple winked at him as Eddie smiled at his words. "Are they?"

"Yeah.'"

They were so close now, breathing the same air as they talked, and Steve could feel Eddie's words as much as he heard them.

"Yours too, you know?" Eddie replied and why were they still talking?

Without thinking, Steve closed the last few inches between them and kissed the lips that had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He was willing to forgive Eddie, though, because by God the man could kiss, his lips as soft and supple as they looked, and his tongue warm and wet as it skillfully licked into his mouth.

They only broke apart at the sound of two people clearing their throats in unison.

Maybe Steve wouldn't take a cat home after all, but something told him he'd get something better to keep.

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Parkner 'enemies' Au ( draft ish cause i'm probably not gonna write this but i love the idea sm )

Parkner au where it's that one scene from sailor moon crystal ( episode, like 6/7 ) with harley in love with the supposed enemy, who isn't actually the enemy but everyone thinks they are because of their unknown endgoal/motives ( peter btw )

Harley is an avenger, working as Tony Stark's future successor and had been the one brought in for civil war. ( endgame didn't happen and moving it up a few years so he's like 17/18 when it happened ). Less than a year later, the rogues are back but weary. They question everyone, especially since it was so easy last time for HYDRA infiltration multiple times before.

Amended accords state all heroes and vigilanties who wish to operate legally must sign, give up their identities, and submit counter measures for their disobedience with contingencies for their ill actions. The Avengers sign it, but are allowed then to operate as they were. They're still working on making it perfect, but it's fine for now. Multiple hero groups sign it, but local New York vigilantes don't make the same call.

As busy work, the Avengers are given the job of bringing them in for breaking the current standing law -- while giving them an opportunity to sign beforehand. Harley doesn't find a problem with this, he was on Tony's original side after all, but and genuinely doesn't understand why the vigilantes won't sign.

Spider-man, Daredevil, Deadpool, Ghost-Spider, Shadow-Spider, and other vigilantes are clearly working together but they don't seem particularly bad, but it's Harley's job to at least try and convince them. Overall, he's pretty neutral.

They all, Avengers and Vigilates, find themselves in a battle similar to the chitauri invasion, with aliens and too many enemies. Spider-man seems to have his back, but he ends up making the wrong move and gets greatly injured, passing out while Spider-man bolts towards him.

When he wakes up... it's in a nice bedroom that's been obviously converted to be more medical. He's wrapped in bandages, there's a IV drip on a metal wheeler connected to him, sitting just before him is a teen with soft looking brown curls and nose pressed into a book. He in comfortable clothes, and when Harley's memory slowly comes to, he jolts upright. The teen notices him awake in turn, and tries to comfort him.

Harley asks where he is, the man replies with 'safe'. He asks what happens, the reply is 'i got you help'. They're not really answers, but with one last try Harley asks for his name. He says Peter.

After that, it doesn't take long for him to realize it's Spider-man. He makes the same stupid jokes and looks about the same height and build. And, it's pretty obvious when Wade Winston Wilson, the Deadpool, walks in and calls him 'Webs'.

Harley is warily calm about the whole thing, but he's heard of Spider-man from civilians and he has a huge following in the media. He does the right thing, he follows a moral code, he made Deadpool reform and makes it a point to help people who aren't even really in danger who are just scared or need help walking home. Subconsciously he knows that Spided-man -- Peter -- isn't going to hurt him. In his mind, it's more than confirmed when Peter says the only reason he wasn't brought back to the compound was because any of them would've gotten caught if they tried going near it, and medical would've definitely been delayed.

Within a day, two more people enter the room he's in while Peter stays the whole time. One only enters for a moment, covering his face with a single hand while keeping his back to Harley, asking Peter about something he can't decipher. While the other was a kind looking woman who brings him something to eat, and acts as his nurse.

"You know, if you're going to be this nice, why don't you just sign the accords?" Harley asks eventually, slightly annoyed. It's clear they enjoy helping people, and even Steve signed the new accords, so they must be up to 'standard'.

Peter's face grows into something sombre, and he looks away from Harley. At first, he doesn't even think Peter will reply, but he speaks up eventually. "We can't."

"Can't? Why not?" Harley pries.

"Can't." A hand comes up to rub the bridge of his nose, "Our enemies are on a different scale, and if they found out who we are, they'll gi after our families. It's our responsibility, with the life we've been given."

He speaks diplomatically, something proper as if it's been told to him time and time again. But Harley finds a problem with the answer. "And Deadpool? His identity is already public."

"Deadpool doesn't like injustice, but he says he's an Antihero at best. As long as Daredevil and I don't sign, neither will the rest of them." He says confidently. "We can't let anyone know who we are."

"But.. You have your mask off now..?" Now, Harley's a little more than confused.

"It'd be pretty hard to find me." Peter sounds amused like it's some sort of inside joke, Harley doesn't get it. "Plus, I trust you."

When evening rolls around, and Harley feels weirdly a lot better than before, and Peter tells him it's because of medication he formulated himself. Harley is too impressed to think anything bad of it, though he probably should. Peter even says so, amused all the same at his flippantness.

But he asks then after the battle, then finally noticing how Tony must be worried about him ( despite being newly an adult ) and Peter tells him Deadpool can have someone bring him back to the Avengers Tower.

He does ( though he has to get blindfolded for it ) and halfway through the drive he's swapped cars and a cabby gets him the rest of the way there. no more blindfold.

Tony, of course, is worried sick. F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerts him the second Harley steps into the building -- with his armor having been given back with the ride swap -- and it's a flurry of people trying to figure out his condition after being missing since the battle. The battle, which he learned then happened the day before, so it's been over 24h. He feels a little sheepish at that, cause he knows he probably could've been released the moment he woke up, but Peter had been really kind and good company while the dull ache in his bones started to go null.

He gets ushered into the medical wing, gets a full checkup to make sure he's okay, and while it all goes on he's to give an account of what happened.

"A whole day, where have you been? Did they hurt you?" Tony looks pained, worried, and panicked all at the same time. The only other people in the room, beside himself and Tony, is Pepper, Steve, and the nurse checking him over.

He can't look Tony in the eye, despite not having done anything wrong. It wasn't his fault. "I got hurt.. in the fight, and Spider-man helped me."

Harley doesn't particularly want to give out any more information than that. He knows they're internationally wanted, in technicality, but hearing Peter tell him he trusts Harley makes him feel guilty if he said anything.

"Helped you?" Tony sounds incredulous, and one glance up tells him Steve isn't far behind. "They're criminals."

"Yes! they helped me," Harley insists, and then a little quieter, "And they're not criminals."

He doesn't know why he says it, but mentally he can see the face of Spider-man, Peter, talking with him all day so he wasn't bored or alone. Peter talking about his own interests, biochemistry and technology.

Tony scoffs. "Actually, that's exactly what they are." He turns to the nurse, "Order a complete tox-screen, I want to make they didn't put anything in his system that'd make him like this."

Harley stiffens. What if they did put something in his system? He hadn't even thought of the original possibility, nor did he try to remove the IV. At that point, with the new bout of clarity, he does tell the nurse that Spidey did give him something, but it was like pain meds and he doesn't know what they are. He wants to trust Peter, he really does, but the way Tony and Steve look at him is as if he's spewing nonsense.

The tox-screen comes back normal, besides having pain medication. Something Oscorp just released, called Osarane.

"It's already best on the market," The nurse tells Tony, declaring Harley to have a full bill of health besides topical scrapes and bruises. Nothing too bad. Harley notes the information; Spidey probably modified it or something and it wore off already. Like he said. Or, he simply lied.

The Avengers hover, though Pepper is mostly quiet and treats him as usual. With his identity known to the public, one of them insists on going everywhere with him to make sure the Vigilantes don't try again. It's kind but unnecessary, and he doesn't get a second away until two weeks later. All the other avengers seem to be busy. So, he just wants to walk around, alone and with his thoughts for once.

He does put on a hat and sunglasses, but besides that he's just in the open. It only takes thirty minutes for him to see a familiar mop of brown curls, ordering a coffee in very casual clothes. Like the man can sense him, Peter turns around and waves.

When he passes Harley, leaving the shop, he apologizes and says he has work, otherwise he would stay and chat. It's so unusually kind that it throws Harley off a little. At least before, it seemed like there was a small semblance of Spider-man in Peter, but now he's all jovial and a tad timid.

Harley says it's fine, but Peter insists they meet the next day. To talk.

And so they do. They meet, and they talk. Peter tells him how he started being a vigilante, how he got his powers and such. Harley asks about the medication, and Peter simply laughs saying, "You're smart, you'll figure it out."

They don't meet often. Peter has work and Harley can't always leave the tower, but they end up exchanging numbers. They become real friends, they talk and text, and even Tony notices how he looks at his phone more often.

"You meet someone?" He asks knowingly, save for the fact he doesn't actually know.

But the question hits all the same because it's been a month since the coffee shop, nearly a month and a half after the battle, and he's texting Peter daily. He has a crush on Peter.

It spirals from there.

There's another fight, not as big as the Aliens but someone decided to make rudimentary robots out of adimantium, which means they're heavy and have bad reaction time. But, they're still nearly solid and pose a threat with how they're trying to annihilate half of midtown manhattan. Cap can't transport them, they're too heavy given they're the size of the Iron Man armor. Scott's on his way in a, as an 'on call' avenger, but until he arrives they're stuck trying to keep them away from civilians. There's only about twenty, but that outnumbers the avengers and it feels like a loosing battle.

And then Peter arrives.

Peter, and his group of merry men, some of the most wanted individuals as of late.

Peter, Ghost, and Shadow -- the three spider vigilantes -- make quick work of the bots. Deadpool is ushering civilians out of the way, Harley can spot him from the corner of his HUD. While the three spider vigilantes smash the bots like soda cans, enhanced strength on full display, and they're in a pile in seconds.

The danger is neutralized, everything's okay.

Harley walks up to Peter, the vigilante's bloodied hands not going unnoticed, and asks if he's alright. He asks the other two spider vigilantes then, as if an afterthought. Daredevil isn't around, he's the only one missing, but Deadpool walks up and claps Peter on the shoulder, telling him it's time to go.

They almost do, until Cap calls for them to stop. "Turn yourself in and sign the accords."

Harley doesn't move from beside Peter, but turns and tells him to go, under his breath. He doesn't stop them when they leave. It's not long before he finds himself in a debriefing room, being chewed out for it.

"It's your job to capture them!" Tony's voice is raised.

"They're not doing anything wrong!" Harley bites back. "We're doing the same work!"

Rhodey speaks up, "They didn't sign the accords, their actions are illegal."

"But they're not hurting anyone!" Harley yeager's on a plea.

"You don't know that." Steve asserts.

"I trust him!"

He yells it loud enough for the room to stop. Tony looks pained again, Rhodey looks as if he just won't see reason. Natasha is contemplative while Steve's face is impassive. Everyone else looks simply shocked at his outburst. 

Steve speaks first, but Harley wishes he didn't. "You're been speaking to Spider-man, haven't you?"

Harley locks up, doesn't say anything. Tony's head falls into his hands. "Harley, they're dangerous. You saw what they did today." Steve tries.

"Yeah. I saw. They helped us, and saved countless civilians." Harley's eyes ar panicked and determined, and he speaks more. "Theyre always trying to help people. He isn't our enemy. He's always there to save our asses, I know him, they're not trying to harm anything!"

"It almost sounds like you're in love with him." Natasha says, passive as ever. He doesn't know if it's a joke or not, but he freezes all the same. Tony goes still, too.

Rhodey sighs. "Think carefully, Harley, are you sure about him? He could just be using you."

Any trepidation is gone in mere moments, as red hit anger and frustration pools in his chest. "You're wrong he would never! He would never!"

He's backing up towards the door before he can even realize it, and once his back hits, he opens it and runs.

Harley runs out of the building and texts peter, asking to meet him if he's available. They do, at the original coffee shop, and Harley tells him what's going on. He leaves out the part where he's in love, until finally at the end of their conversation admitting "I care about you."

Peter gives him a soft yet sad smile, "I care about you too, why do you think a saved you."

[[ insert the rest of the plot that i definitely don't have the time or energy to put into this. ]]

I definitely think this prob ends with the accords being amended with a vigilante clause, able to keep identities with a hero to vouch for them. ( like if they step out of like it's up to the hero to find and bring them in, on top of the hero being somehow penalized ) but i have just been thinking about this idea for a really long time and don't have time to write another long fic ( or fic in general )

this i didn't edit and wrote on the spot so like sorry for any typos and mistakes!

it's pretty figured out, but if you would like to use this or amend this and use it, feel free! just tag me cause i genuinely want to read this and its been on my mind for months

hope you enjoyed!!

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 2)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

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This was definitely going to take some getting used to. I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the official Truham Grammar School uniform. The tie felt like it was slowly strangling me, and the color was, well, an acquired taste. But I'd managed to find a pair of shoes that matched the uniform pretty well. Even with all my efforts, it still felt a bit dull.

In an attempt to give it some character, I decided to decorate the blazer with a few sparkly pins. They matched my hair, which I'd styled into a simple wash-and-go, held in place by two vibrant pink hairpins. This way, at least, my hair wouldn't completely cover my face. A little dab of my favorite perfume oil on my wrist, and I was finally ready to roll.

I grabbed a bagel from the pantry, along with a bottle of water, opting for a light breakfast since I planned on walking to school.

"You're up early, and you still have an hour and a half before school starts," my mother said, making me jump a little.

"Yeah, I wanted to check out the school before it gets too crowded," I replied, fully aware that my breakfast choice was about to be critiqued.

My mother eyed the bagel with a hint of disapproval. It was inevitable. "What did I tell you about eating bread so early in the morning? It's loaded with carbs." She sighed, clearly not a fan of my choice. I braced myself, not in the mood for a full-blown lecture on carbs at this hour.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm walking to school, so I'll be burning those calories anyway," I pointed out, hoping it would suffice, even if she still seemed unsatisfied.

"Maybe while you're there early, you can check out the sports clubs they have. It's been a while since you did anything active since you quit ballet," my mom suggested, and I could tell she was about to go down the "you need to be more active" or "this is a fun way to get some exercise" rabbit hole.

"Mhm, I'll look into that and get back to you. Who knows, they might even have a dance club," I mumbled as I made my way to the door. Honestly, joining another dance-related activity was the last thing I wanted. It was pretty clear my mom just wanted me to stay active, but I knew I didn't need it.

My mother smiled. "Perfect! Oh, and will you be walking by yourself? I haven't really scoped out the neighborhood to see if it's safe. What about that new friend you made a couple of days ago?" She rambled on, but I decided to cut her off.

"He'll be meeting me halfway. He just needs to grab a few things from his house," I reassured her, even though it wasn't entirely accurate. Charlie was supposed to give me a tour of the whole school, but he didn't reply to my message this morning. He was probably sleeping. Me and him were talking on the phone until three am. I didn't mind; it gave me some free time to roam around, and I had even brought my camera to take some pictures along the way.

The weather was calm, with the sun not quite making an appearance, yet there was a comforting chill in the air. The walk to school wasn't as bad as I had expected. As I strolled along, the sun's gentle rays peeked through the clouds, casting a soft, inviting glow over the almost deserted streets. It created a serene and tranquil atmosphere that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

With an impulse, I retrieved my camera from my bag, eager to capture the charm of the houses along the way. Each home seemed to compete in a contest of vibrant gardens, a burst of color amidst the surrounding calmness. I snapped pictures, hoping to immortalize the essence of this new neighborhood, to make it my own in a small way.

As I continued, I noticed more students in the same uniform as mine. Their presence signaled my approach to the school.

Anticipation bubbled up inside me, adding an extra bounce to my step. Finally, my destination came into view, Truham Grammar School. It stood proudly, its exterior composed of rich, red bricks adorned with intricate details, almost like an architectural masterpiece. The expansive windows allowed sunshine to flood the interior, casting a warm and welcoming invitation.

The school gates were wide open, and a few students were making their way inside. Even though it was early, some kids lingered around. What struck me as odd was that most of them were boys, and they stared at me from the moment I stepped in. It became evident that I might be one of the very few black students here, and I could be the only American in the entire place.

I did my best to ignore the curious gazes and focused on my mission: finding the film department. I had a good forty minutes to kill before class started. And with those forty minutes, I found the library, the lunchroom, the field, and maybe half of the classrooms of this school.

But no film department. Damn, I really needed that tour. I went to message Charlie, who had already sent me loads of text messages.

Charlie: Hey Y/N, I'm so sorry, I overslept!

Charlie: I didn't mean to leave you hanging.

Charlie: On my way now, see you soon! 🏃‍♂️

Y/N: Do you know where the film department is located? I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Seeing the three bubbles pop up on my screen, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I would finally get some answers.

“Happy New Year, Truman! Uh, don't forget there'll now be students from all school years in your new form groups. I hope you enjoy getting to know some fresh faces in registration each day.”

Time had gone by so fast. I typed urgently to Charlie,

Y/N: Forget about what I said earlier, do you know where our classroom is?

Thank God Charlie and I had the same class at the beginning of the day; I really needed to make a planner.

Charlie: Wait, form has already started?!

Charlie: Tell the teacher that I am using the loo or something. I have to meet up with someone really quick. Oh, and the number is B25.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, realizing that I still had a lot to learn about British slang.

As I walked down the hallway, the school was bustling with students. It was like a beehive of activity. Students rushed around, opening and closing lockers, talking with friends, and hurrying to get to their classes on time. There was a lot of noise and movement, and it felt exciting but also a bit overwhelming.

I saw groups of students chatting and laughing, while others looked a bit shy or unsure. People had decorated their lockers with colorful stuff and photos. The air smelled like coffee from the teacher's lounge, mixed with the scent of breakfast that some students had grabbed on their way to school.

Navigating this chaotic but strangely exhilarating environment, I felt like a tiny fish swimming in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Finally arriving at the classroom, I couldn't help but notice that the teacher appeared completely fed up with this school and everything it entailed. Luckily, I wasn't late; the class hadn't started yet.

Approaching the teacher's desk, I spoke carefully, "Charlie told me to let you know he'll be a little late because he's in the restroom." Judging by his facial expression, I had worsened his mood, which was already not great.

He sighed heavily and said, "Charlie, oh Charlie, what should I do with that boy? It's the New Year, and his first act is to be late for my class." He rubbed his nose like he had a headache. Then, he turned to me and asked tiredly, "What's your name?"

I hesitated but replied, "My name is Y/N L/N."

He shuffled through a few papers, searching for something, and seemed increasingly frustrated with each passing moment. "Judging by your accent, you're a new student, and I don't see you anywhere in my assigned seating. Since Charlie had the pleasure of being late, you can go ahead and take his seat," he pointed in the direction of Charlie's seat.

My seat was right next to a boy with perfectly combed blonde hair. He sat there, looking relaxed, like he didn't have a single worry. Yet, there was something about his boyish charm that drew me in, making my fingers itch to take a picture.

What surprised me even more was that I could see the outline of his muscles even though he was just sitting. British boys, I thought, can be dangerous.

As I got closer, he looked up from his book, and our eyes met. His hazel nut eyes glistened like brown sugar under the sunlight, and even though our eye contact was brief, I couldn't help but notice their warmth and charm. He was the first to look away, leaving me wondering about our silent interaction.

With a sigh of relief, I placed my book bag on the desk, sinking into my seat as the lively chatter of the classroom enveloped me. The walls were adorned with colorful decorations, instantly transforming the space into a welcoming and joyful environment.

Not wanting to seem impolite, I turned my gaze towards the boy next to me, only to find that he was already looking my way. Uncertain of what to say, I mustered a simple, "Hi."

He responded with an amiable "Hi," accompanied by a warm smile that, I had to admit, sent a pleasant sensation coursing through my stomach. Before I could utter anything else, Charlie rushed into the room, his face flushed and slightly sweaty, clearly in a hurry as he took the seat in front of me.

"Sorry I'm late. Did you find everything okay?" Charlie asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I found everything except the film department," I explained, feeling a bit frustrated.

"You're looking for the film department?" the blonde-haired boy asked, raising an eyebrow. Even his voice sounded pleasant.

I nodded, glad to have someone to share my frustration with. "Yeah, I was wandering around like a lost puppy, trying to find it. It's like it's playing hide-and-seek."

The boy couldn't help but chuckle, and his cheeks turned slightly pink, which was cute. "My mate tried to get into the film department, but he didn't make it. He mentioned something about a secret room at the back of the school, but now that I say it out loud, it doesn't sound too helpful," he admitted.

I laughed too, appreciating his honesty. "No worries. At least I'm not the only one who's feeling clueless."

Charlie watched our conversation, unsure if he should join in.

As the classroom buzzed with increasing noise, the boy leaned in closer, his curiosity evident. "I'm sorry; I didn't quite catch your name," he confessed.

I couldn't help but lean in a bit further and playfully retorted, "Well, I didn't quite catch yours either."

We exchanged friendly smiles, and for a moment, the bustling classroom around us faded into the background.

With the sly smirk on his face, I could tell he was not going to let that one slide, but before he could say anything, the teacher's voice cut through the noise.

"Attention, everyone! We're about to kick off our first form of the day. But before we dive into it, I'd like to introduce a new student who hails all the way from the United States. Her name is Y/N," the teacher announced, his last words barely audible and frankly, quite unnecessary.

My internal feelings were a swirling mix of embarrassment and mild amusement. If only my face could reflect the shade of red I felt inside. If I were a bit lighter in complexion, I'd probably resemble a ripe strawberry. The entire class erupted into laughter upon hearing my distinct American accent. Well, it seemed like being different had earned me some brownie points, at least in the humor department.

I chose to respond with a modest smile, allowing the teacher to continue, "Would you like to share an interesting fact about yourself or perhaps something about America?"

Maintaining my pleasant smile, I replied, "One thing I truly miss from home is wearing regular clothes to school, rather than these dreaded ties." My fingers reached for my tie, and I theatrically stretched it out to emphasize my point. A few students joined in the laughter, understanding the sentiment all too well.

The teacher brushed off my comment and proceeded with the lesson, and I began to feel more at ease, grateful that the attention had shifted away from me.

The boy sitting next to me returned to our playful banter, his friendly demeanor putting me at ease. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, "Nice to officially meet you, Y/N."

I couldn't help but smile back and replied,

“Likewise”

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As we walked down the hallway on our way to the next class, Charlie playfully nudged my shoulder and asked, "So, how was your chat with Nick Nelson?"

I furrowed my brow, a bit confused. "Who?" Our first class had just ended, and I wanted to find my locker to avoid carrying these heavy books around.

Charlie grinned, thinking it should be obvious. "You know, the guy you were talking to in form class today – that's Nick Nelson." Now that I understood, I nodded and said,

"Oh, so that was his name." Finally, I located my locker and began putting away my books.

Continuing with my day's tasks, I couldn't shake the feeling that Charlie's watchful eyes were trained on me. Slightly irritated, I couldn't help but question, "Is there something on your mind?"

Charlie responded with a sly, knowing look and a teasing tone, "Oh, not much, just finding it quite amusing that you're not going to acknowledge the 'moment' you had with Nick Nelson."

This caught me off guard, and I quizzically raised an eyebrow. "What exactly are you talking about?" I inquired, genuinely clueless about his insinuations. Charlie appeared flabbergasted by my obliviousness and couldn't hide his astonishment.

He let out an exaggerated sigh of disbelief, "Are you being serious right now? I endured an entire hour of form, and I swear, I could practically see sparks flying between you two. I nearly went blind!"

Brushing off his teasing comments, I calmly explained, "There was no 'moment,' Charlie. We just had a regular conversation, like any two people would."

Closing my locker and gathering my belongings, I redirected our focus, asking, "Are you ready to head to art class? I'd prefer to get there before the hallway becomes too crowded." I looked over at him, but he seemed lost in his phone, furiously texting away.

Waving my hand in front of his face, I couldn't help but jest, "Charlie, are you on Mars? Earth to Charlie!" My sudden interruption startled him, and he offered an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he admitted, "I have to meet up with someone really quick. But don't worry, I'll meet you there."

Concerned about his punctuality, I pushed back, "No way, Charlie. You can't afford to be late again. I don't want another teacher upset with me." I exclaimed, but Charlie casually waved away my worry.

"Don't fret," he reassured me, his hand patting my arm comfortingly. "You'll be just fine. You have Mr. Ajayi, and he'll certainly like you." With a smile, he walked away, disappearing into the sea of students.

Walking to class alone again, something was definitely up with Charlie. Perhaps it had something to do with that guy Ben he couldn't stop talking about lately. Charlie had been going on and on about Ben last night, and it made me wonder if there was more to the story.

Finally arriving at the art class, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were getting a bit more complicated than I had anticipated.

Walking into the art class, I felt like I had stepped into a creative wonderland. The room was bathed in soft, natural light streaming in through large windows, casting a warm glow over everything. Canvases adorned with colorful paintings leaned against the walls, and sculptures of various sizes were carefully displayed on shelves.

The scent of freshly mixed paints and the earthy aroma of clay filled the air, creating a sensory experience that hinted at the artistic possibilities within this space. Easels were set up with canvases in various stages of completion, each one telling a unique story through brushstrokes and colors.

In one corner, a potter was working at a spinning wheel, shaping a mound of clay into a graceful vase. The rhythmic hum of the wheel added a soothing backdrop to the artistic symphony.

Mr. Ajayi, our art teacher, stood at the front of the room, engrossed in conversation with a student who was passionately explaining their work. His warm and encouraging demeanor set the tone for the class.

I found an empty seat and prepared for class. As I settled in, I noticed a student chatting with the teacher. When she finished, she strolled over to me, wearing a friendly smile. With her light brown curly hair tied up in two big ponytails, she looked effortlessly stylish.

She took the seat in front of me and said, "I love your pins, by the way. It's refreshing to see some fashion sense around here. They really go well with your hair."

I couldn't help but smile, appreciating the compliment. "Thanks, I guess we have to get creative with these uniforms, right?"

She smiled back, saying, "At least someone gets it. Oh, and the name is Elle, by the way."

She smiled warmly. "Oh, you're Elle! Charlie has told me so much about you," I quickly exclaimed. Elle's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Oh my god, you're Y/N! I should have known; that accent gave it away," she said with a friendly chuckle.

I grinned. "Guilty as charged," I replied. "And honestly, Truham's been an interesting experience so far."

Elle laughed. "I can imagine. Well, give it some time, and who knows, you might even come to love it here."

I nodded. "I'll keep an open mind."

Before we could chat further, Mr. Ajayi began the class, and Elle mouthed, 'We'll talk after class.' I nodded in agreement and turned my attention to the lesson at hand.

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/732678051495870464/as-mr-ajayi-delved-into-the-art-lesson-the-class?source=share

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The Tang Chronicles - Chapter 1

Rating: G

Word Count: ~3,404

Characters: Tang, Pigsy, MK, Pigsy's Grandmother

Relationships: Everyone & Everyone

Summary: Tang meets MK for the first time. He's a weird kid.

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Pre-Canon, Kid MK

CW: Swearing

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Tang wouldn't generally consider himself to be an unobservant person but as he stood holding his throbbing nose and belatedly read the closed sign on the door to Pigsy's Noodles, he could only be grateful no-one had been around to witness his embarrassing moment, especially not the titular Pigsy.

In his defence though, never in the three years that he'd religiously been coming to Pigsy's Noodles had the restaurant ever been closed on a Saturday and definitely not because of a family emergency. The hastily scribbled sign on the door was apologetic but light on details and he found himself frowning in concern.

While he was pretty put out about his favourite restaurant being closed, he genuinely hoped nothing terrible had happened to Pigsy or his grandmother, Xiùyīng. He'd gotten to know them both pretty well over the last few years, and he'd even go as far as to call the former a friend.

He wished he had a way to contact him and check in but they'd never really had a cause to exchange phone numbers. Well, maybe he could find a way to send a message via the restaurant's social media or find a business email address or something once he'd found somewhere else to study for the day.

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He never ended up sending that message and, due to truly unfortunate circumstances, it actually ended up being a whole week before he was able to visit the restaurant in person again. And, bar a couple of trips home to visit his mother, it was probably the longest he'd ever been forced to go without Pigsy's cooking since he'd discovered it.

He felt like he was going through withdrawal. And if he didn't get his fix today then surely he would perish.

His boyfriend, Mǐnyǒng, had all but kicked him out of the flat this morning, clearly fed up with his dramatics. But while no-one could step to his love of Pigsy's cooking, Mǐnyǒng had become rather partial to it as well and had lovingly demanded he bring back his favourite order when he eventually managed to roll his way home later.

He was ready to walk through the door to Pigsy's Noodles before it even officially opened, a privilege he'd been awarded some time ago, and, after a quick double check to make sure the door was indeed unlocked this time, he sauntered in and all but melted at the mouthwatering aromas he was met with.

Pigsy wasn't in the kitchen but chances were high he was just grabbing something from the back so he turned to say hello to Xiùyīng who was sitting in one of the booths but he tripped over his cheerful greeting as he was met with a pair of unfamiliar, unblinking eyes.

The boy was human and looked to be about five years old and he was staring him down with a rather unnerving intensity. Thankfully, Xiùyīng noticed the boy had stopped drawing and looked up to see what had caught his attention.

She smiled as she waved at him, "Oh! Mr. Tang! We were wondering where you'd disappeared to! Come and say hello to MK!"

MK? Like the oyster sauce brand? Nah, couldn't be. Must just be a coincidence. Weird name either way though.

Not wanting to cause any offense he walked closer and tried to put on a friendly smile, "Xiùyīng, I'm glad to see you're alright. I was worried when I saw that sign on the door. Uh, hi, MK?"

Xiùyīng didn't seem at all worried about the fact the boy just kept staring at him, blithely responding, "Oh, don't you worry, we're all fine. Better than fine actually! It was quite the drama though! But I'll have to fill you in when little ears aren't listening." She gently nudged the boy sitting beside her, "MK, do you want to say hello to Mr. Tang?"

MK hadn't so much as blinked since he'd got here and, to his discomfort, continued to sit and stare up at him silently. Xiùyīng didn't seem at all put off by this odd behaviour though, patting his head fondly as she explained, "You'll have to forgive him, he's a shy little thing. But take his staring as a compliment! He's normally very skittish, hiding away whenever anyone tries to get a good look at him, he must be able to tell you're a good soul."

He smiled awkwardly and tried to wave away the compliment, "Ah, you're too kind." He started to touch his face and his hair self-consciously, "I probably just have bed head or a giant spot or something."

"Yeah, and it's right in the middle of your forehead too."

He slapped both hands over his forehead as he swiveled around to see Pigsy in the kitchen. Face red, he disputed, "No, I don't!"

Pigsy just smirked tiredly, "Why you covering it up then?"

He was saved from having to retort by Xiùyīng lightly scolding, "Leave the poor boy alone. And I don't care how well you get on, don't forget he's still a customer! Mr. Tang, don't listen to him. There's nothing on your face."

Smug, he removed his hands and crossed his arms, "Yeah, Pigsy. Don't forget who's the paying customer here."

Pigsy rolled his eyes and huffed, muttering something no doubt unflattering under his breath. If it weren't for the presence of his grandmother, he wouldn't have hesitated to bicker with him but as it was he could only side eye him as he took his rightful seat at the counter.

It was as he was pulling out his laptop that Pigsy asked, "Where have you been anyway? You know you have to put in leave if you want to go on holiday. I was ready to put the job notice out and everything."

It was a long running gag that Tang unofficially worked at the restaurant and they had all sorts of inside jokes to go along with it - calling in for a delivery was him calling in sick, for example - and normally it was easy to fall into the familiar banter but he'd been waiting to complain about his week to Pigsy, well, all week!

He moaned, "Pigsy, you have no idea what kind of week I've had! Last Sunday Mǐnyǒng and I went on the date from hell!"

It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong - broken down cars, public transport with no AC, reservation mix ups... The list went on until eventually it culminated in the pair of them taking an unceremoniously dip in a lake.

"I don't know what was in that water but the pair of us were sick for rest of the week! And on top of that I still had to get my essay done! Pigsy, when I tell you that I suffered..."

He startled slightly as Xiùyīng commented behind him, "I swear you must have been born under an unlucky star - the amount of misfortune that befalls you..."

He had all but forgotten she and MK were there but at least when he turned around the kid's stare looked enraptured rather than unsettling. He wasn't sure how much he had understood but he knew he was quite the energetic story teller, all the hand waving and miming had probably been entertaining enough.

A little sheepishly he responded, "Actually, all my stars are pretty auspicious. My mother has been tearing her hair out over my bad luck since I was born - she's tried everything to find a way to combat it. Fortune tellers, talismans, good luck charms but nothing ever works."

Honestly, he didn't think his luck was that bad. Sure, he found himself in bizarre situations at times but for the most part he escaped unscathed. He may have been sick this last week but he was perfectly fine now and as miserable as it had been, he'd gotten to cuddle up to his boyfriend the entire time and he had a great story to tell.

Overall, it balanced itself back out. Not that he didn't like to complain at length when misfortune did strike him but sue him, he liked complaining.

Xiùyīng tutted, "That's because she'll have been going to human fortune tellers. MK, can I borrow some of your paper? Thank you, sweetheart. Here, I know an excellent divinator downtown..."

As she scribbled down the details, in crayon of all things, he cast a somewhat exasperated look at Pigsy, only to find him shooting his grandmother an annoyed look, as he often did when she felt the need to pass comments on humans and demons in front of him.

He didn't really take any offence to it and just thanked her as he walked over and took the offered piece of paper. She warned him, "I have an appointment with him next month so don't think I won't find out if you've not been to see him."

He laughed nervously, as he tried to talk his way out of this, "I don't think I'll be able to see him that soon. I have so many deadlines coming up and if he's as good as you say he is then no doubt he'll be fully booked!"

She wasn't at all deterred, "He'll want to see you straight away! You're at such a crucial stage of your education - you can't let bad luck rob you of all your hard work now! In fact, I'll call him right now for you! Where's my phone?"

He spared precious seconds glaring at Pigsy for sniggering before he very politely tried to dissuade her from booking him an appointment, "No, no! I couldn't ask you to do that! And I would need to check my schedule anyway! I promise I'll have a look at it tonight! Please don't trouble yourself!"

She waved him away, "Oh, nonsense. It's no trouble at all but it does look like I've left that blasted phone upstairs. But don't think I won't be checking to make sure you actually made an appointment!"

There was no getting out of it. If he gave any excuse that this guy couldn't see him then she absolutely would call him personally to argue his case. He willed himself not to hang his head in defeat as he promised again that he would sort it out tonight.

He then had to endure an hour of her telling him all about this fortune teller's credentials and how he'd helped so and so with this or a friend of a friend with that. Pigsy only added fuel to the fire, reminding her of stories she'd forgotten and ensuring that he got zero work done.

MK had largely gone back to doodling with his crayons but as customers started to come in he started to push himself closer to Xiùyīng's side, eventually going as far as to hide his face against her too. Any reassurances or encouragement to look up falling on deaf ears and before long she was guiding him through the staff door and up the stairs to the apartment.

He was intensely curious as to who this kid was and why he was here but he'd have to wait until the lunch rush was over for answers unless he wanted Pigsy to bite his head off.

He did notice that on occasion though that the staff door would crack open a sliver and a pair of anxious eyes would peer out to apparently check that Pigsy was still where he was supposed to be though.

It was also hard not to notice how tired Pigsy looked.

The last time he'd seen the bags under his eyes that dark had been back when he had been studying part time to get some of the qualifications he'd missed at school, in addition to some business related courses. He genuinely wasn't sure how he'd managed to pull it off while working full time but he had and the various congratulation gifts he'd received from regulars still had a place of pride up on the shelf behind the counter.

A heavy sigh pulled his attention away from his laptop and he looked up to see Pigsy leaning against the counter, clearly taking a breather.

"You doing alright, Pigsy?"

He stood up straight with a sigh and started tidying up as he responded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just been one hell of a week."

Concerned, he asked, "What happened? Sorry, I never even asked why you were shut last week - are you and your grandmother alright?"

Pigsy waved away his apology, "As if you had a chance with all that fortune teller BS... But yeah, we're both fine. I can't go into details but just know you'll be seeing MK around a lot for the time being. His parents are old family friends and they're really going through a tough time at the moment so we've offered to babysit short term. Speaking of which..."

He started pulling out various ingredients to make a snack for the kid and he couldn't help but envy the fact that he was going to be eating so well the entire time he was here. Obviously, that didn't make up for whatever was going on in his home life but damn, did he wish he could get some of those dumplings Pigsy was making.

He forced himself to stop looking hungrily at the food in Pigsy's hands and instead ask, "What happened?"

Pigsy shot him an annoyed look, "What part of "I can't go into detail about it" did you not get?"

Not quite having believed he wasn't actually going to divulge the details, he pouted, "Seriously? Why not? Oh, wait! Do I know them? Are they regulars? Oh! Or are they famous somehow? Is that why he's got such a weird name? To protect his identity?"

Admittedly, he was just a bit of a nosey person by nature but there must be a good reason that Pigsy couldn't share any details with him.

Bizarrely though Pigsy looked oddly embarrassed and a little defensively he bit out, "What's wrong with his name?"

A little incredulously he retorted, "You ever heard of a kid called MK before?" He then pointed at the bottle of MK brand oyster sauce behind Pigsy, "Seriously, did they just name him after the first thing they saw?"

Cheeks red, Pigsy crossed his arms and blustered, "Obviously they didn't. That's just a coincidence. His real name is just... too long and... foreign to bother with! His, er, dad, uh... studied in France! Fell in love with the place or whatever and gave his kid some fancy French name."

Doubtful, he asked, "So what's his actual name then?"

Pigsy turned away as he continued to put together a snack for "MK", "Can't pronounce it."

He crowed, "You're taking care of this kid and you can't even say his name?"

Pigsy immediately got in his face and shushed him, glancing around the restaurant at the other customers and finally at the staff door before hissing, "Keep your voice down! See, this is why I'm not telling you shit about what happened!"

He pushed Pigsy out of his face before whispering in disagreement, "Oh, come on! I wasn't that loud! And as if I would start shouting about something like that! The kid isn't going to hear us from upstairs!"

Even if he was sitting just out of sight behind the staff door, he still wouldn't hear them over the thrum of conversation that currently filled the restaurant.

Pigsy refused to see reason however, "I'm not taking that risk. Kid is traumatised enough as it is."

Well, he didn't really feel he could argue against that. The silence, the staring and the nervousness suggested, to him at least, that something really was up with the kid and he supposed he couldn't really blame Pigsy for being super wary of that. And honestly, it was almost impossible to get Pigsy to change his mind in anything - if he'd decided he wasn't going to tell him, there was no way he was going to be able to convince him.

Maybe he'd get the full story once the kid left for the day.

So, making sure his displeasure was known, he conceded, "Ugh. Fine. I guess it's none of my business anyway."

Pigsy huffed, "You should try having that attitude more often."

The conversation moved on.

He had long since secured the right to remain in the restaurant while it was closed between the lunch and dinner rushes and so he was here to witness the way MK almost immediately appeared and latched onto Pigsy as soon as the last customer disappeared out the front door.

Xiùyīng followed at a much more sedated pace but where he raised an eyebrow at the clingy behaviour, she looked incredibly fond.

Pigsy himself looked a little awkward about the whole thing but inevitably he just sighed and patted his head before grabbing the food and trying to usher him over to a booth, allowing the boy to sit close as he ate.

Pigsy asked him a range of yes and no questions about what he'd been up to and MK nodded and shook his head enthusiastically where appropriate. Xiùyīng occasionally chiming in with more detail and trying to encourage MK to speak up and do the same.

He didn't seem nearly as unsettled as he had this morning and he was quite proudly showing Pigsy the drawings he'd been working on and apparently there was an interesting addition.

Pigsy snorted and handed one of the drawings back to MK before nudging him, "You want to go show Mr. Tang what you've drawn?"

He'd really rather not be involved in this whatsoever but his desperate motions behind MK's head were ignored and he just had to accept his fate when the kid shyly made his way over and handed over the drawing for his appraisal.

It really wasn't anything impressive but he could more or less recognise what everything was supposed to be and it wasn't a stretch to believe that the man with the giant glasses and the laptop was supposed to be him.

The slightly menacing aura coming from the booth really wasn't necessary - he had nieces and nephews, he knew how to handle this situation. He made the appropriate amount of fuss and MK really seemed to brighten under the positive attention, running to grab the rest of his drawings to show him.

Xiùyīng couldn't help but marvel, "He's really taken a shine to you."

He really didn't have anything to say in response to that so he'd simply laughed awkwardly and told her about his experience with his brothers' children.

Eventually, MK and Xiùyīng went back upstairs and he couldn't help but smile as he commented, "He is a pretty cute kid."

Pigsy shrugged, "So everyone tells me."

"Can he not talk at all though?"

Pigsy hesitated for a moment, before offering, "Well, he's not spoken since he's got here but everyone seems pretty sure he will speak eventually."

Curious, he asked, "Who's everyone?"

Pigsy snorted and turned away from him, "Nice try."

He sighed and smiled ruefully, "Can't blame a guy for trying."

It wasn't unheard of for him to spend the entire day at the restaurant but after several, increasingly dramatic messages from Mǐnyǒng telling him he was close to starving to death, he decided to pack it in about dinner time.

Takeout in hand, Pigsy stopped him before he could leave pointing him towards the staff door where a nervous looking clung to Xiùyīng while sadly waving goodbye.

Jeez, this kid.

He returned the wave and then perhaps a little louder than normal thanked Pigsy for the food and told him he'd be back on Wednesday. He had no idea if MK would be here then but he seemed to look a little less distressed to hear he was coming back.

As he walked back home, it was hard not to speculate on MK's situation, it really was bizarre the more he thought about it, but he could theorise all he liked there was no way of knowing the truth. He was still holding out hope that he would find out once this whole thing blew over though.

But he wondered how long that would be - how long was "short-term"? A few days? Weeks? Surely not more than a couple of months?

He guessed he would just have to wait and see.

--Chapter End--

A/N: MK still shows up at Pigsy's door as per canon but that's on a need to know basis right now.

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 6: Read Me 🔞

With some things more clear now and other problems finally solved, you begin to realize that Jungkook seems to know you better than you thought he did- and you're not sure if that's a good thing, considering the fact that hiding from him doesn't seem to be an option any longer.

Tags/Warnings: mc STILL kind of hates kook, Angst, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication, Fluff, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes THEY'RE STRONG IN THIS, minor age gap, sexual thoughts, sexual tension, sexual acts oops, Handjob & Oral (fem. receiving), edging, some minor ass-smacking, mean dom!kook is showing, body insecurities, Jungkook is so ugh in this

Length: ~3.3k.

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You're admiring the sunset from your spot in the pool at the expensive residence Jungkook had booked solely for you both this time, having justified it by simply stating that he needs 'quality time with his girlfriend' now that you're officially a couple. It's still weird to you- how oddly smooth the transition happened, and how different it feels at the same time. Everything about him is familiar, yet the way he acts now seems oddly strange.

Not that it's a bad thing; you happily get spoiled by him any day.

You can hear the water slosh around behind you, no need to turn to know who's currently swimming over to where you're floating, arms on the edge of the pool while your legs gently move around behind you. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks from behind, successfully caging you in as both his hands hold onto the edge of the pool right next to each of your arms. You nod, letting him tilt your head back with a hand to your throat so he can place an upside-down kiss to your nose, making you giggle. "Almost thought you didn't like the pool. You've not used it before."

"Hmhm, dunno." You shrug. There's no way in hell you're gonna admit to him that you're a little ashamed of not having worked out at all for quite some time now- the chub of your belly clearly noticeable these days, pillowy thighs rounder than they've ever been before. Compared to him, who regularly spends time at the gym, you feel horribly inferior- even though you know, considering your situation, you're not competing at all.

Yet it somehow feels as if you do, considering what he could have with all his wealth and charm.

"Hm, I know you just got in yourself-" He starts, placing kisses over your bare shoulder. "-but I kind of want to see that pretty bikini you're wearing right now." He tells you, making you roll your eyes.

"Then go dive or something." You bite back with no real anger whatsoever- just playful fighting, as usual. Some things, after all, never truly change. "Also, how come you know I just got in too? Have you been stalking me, you pervert?" You scold him, leg kicking out, but he successfully evades the action, pushing himself closer instead, so that your chest squishes against the wall of the pool.

"First of all, I can't hold my breath long enough to eat you out in a pool, and the chlorine stings in my eyes." He responds close to your ear, making you shudder a little, because now it's definitely clear what he's really after. "And second of all, your hair is still mostly dry. That's how I could tell, you brat." He scolds back, his knee pushing into your butt in a teasing manner. "Now get your pretty ass out of the pool, I wanna make love to my girlfriend." He chuckles, as if it's the most natural thing to say.

As if you've ever done it before- which you haven't. Tension might've always been high these past few months, but nothing ever truly came out of it, mostly due to the fact that you didn't want to just have sex and no strings attached, and he wanted the same thing but didn't know that you were on the same page. Your miscommunication really screwed you over big time.

"Oh wow, well maybe I don't wanna though." You pout, making no move to actually follow his request.

"Which is fine too, just so you know." He makes clear, giving you a little bit of space, though he does rest his chin on your shoulder. The action would be almost cute- if he wasn't basically taking away your only form of security that you've always turned to. Hiding. "But can I ask why?" He wonders, and you've already expected it.

You knew him, after all. And now that you're a thing, he won't let you get away this easily any longer.

"Dunno." You mumble again, feeling cornered. You don't want to answer that question.

"Bullshit." He calls you out. "Talk to me baby, don't let me stumble around in the dark like that." He complains lowly, and you sigh. His comment probably wasn't meant to make you feel bad for him, but it still does- because yeah, it's mostly your fault that you've been in this whole mess prior to now. You don't want to talk right now, however. And you know you don't actually ever want to- you always simply hope that he'll let it go, or that he might just forget about it.

Though that might have been before you two got together. Deep down, you know that a relationship can't work like that.

"Just.. can't we just do it somewhere dark, or something?" You ask, trying to move around the whole thing. You do want him, there's no lie about that- but you don't want him to see you. "Like, I do want to, I just.. don't feel very good about myself right now, and I don't want you to see that." You finally confess with a deep sigh, watching the overflowing water from the pool spill continuously into the drains on the sideline in front of you. "S' all." you shrug, defeated tone in your voice.

"Well, I don't wanna swallow chlorine water either, so I wasn't suggesting to do it in the pool-" He offers kindly, trying to keep the mood light so you don't shut him out again like you usually do when things go towards a more serious topic- or anywhere near something you don't like. "-but I also really want to see my pretty girl." He complains softly, swimming away from you before he pushes himself out the pool, muscles of his arms flexing- reminding you yet again of the lack of effort you'd been placing into yourself lately, especially leading up to this trip. "Come on." He coaxes, and you sigh, heaving yourself out as well- though not as gracefully as he did.

There's no use in hiding those sides of you anyways. He'd find out about those unpretty things you do or are at some point or another no matter what you do.

When you step into the shower, you're not surprised that he's right behind you as well- for him, no shame present even when he drops his swim trunks to the floor, uncaring of his own nudity, while you have to look away almost shyly. You've never been someone to be bashful with these things- but now that it's actually happening, right there, you feel a little overwhelmed of sorts, like reality is laughing at your face, testing you. Of course Jungkook wouldn't be self-conscious. With a body like Adonis, you wouldn't be either. But you're simply not Aphrodite at the end of the day- and that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

Because he deserves an Aphrodite.

Almost defeatedly, you let his fingers untie all the knots holding each piece of your bikini together, before he kicks it all aside, starting the shower. You wait for a comment, anything; the natural talk of 'you're so pretty, I love your character most of all' all that stuff you've heard in movies and read in books numerous times.

It's just because he has to say these things. There's no way he finds you pretty like that.

And yet, he says nothing, simply grabs the body wash from the side, before he gently massages it into your skin, soapy suds soon covering you. "This smells nice." He comments like it's nothing, his palms running over each curve of yours as if it's nothing special. Because you aren't special, you scold yourself. Not to him, not to yourself, not to anybody. "You know.." He starts, helping you wash off the soap underneath the streaming water, his palms still running over your skin, but now different in nature- almost soothingly.

"..I honestly would've never guessed how much you seem to hate yourself." He says, and your eyes widen at that.

"What-" You start, turning around, but he just looks at you, blankly almost, as if there's no emotion quite right in his mind.

"I don't know." He shrugs, washing himself as well casually, pulling the hairtie out of his by now long enough hair to set it aside somewhere. "I always thought, you know, you'd be confident. Happy with your body. I know I'd be, if I was you." He explains.

"I don't.. understand." You mumble dumbly, pushing your wet hair away from your face as you make room for him to wash the soap from his skin. This is awkward. Why is he speaking like you're discussing nothing but the weather, or something you saw this morning at breakfast down in the hotel lobby?

"Yeah, I know." He just nods, letting the water run over his face for a moment before he turns towards you. "I don't know either. Everything about you always seemed so pretty and endearing to me that I just, never really thought you'd be unhappy with yourself." He offers, and you can't help but stare.

"You think I'm pretty?" You quietly ask, and he chuckles, backing you against the shower wall.

"Very." He nods. "Especially now, all barefaced and mine." He tilts his head a bit, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. And in that moment, you do actually feel a little better about yourself. Because he didn't say these things in an overly cheesy manner to get into your pants. He said them because he truly believed them- no other reason.

And that alone makes you trust in them.

And just as you begin to get lost in his kiss, he begins to softly chuckle-

Before he turns off the shower, leaving you by yourself, rhythmic drops of water the only noise left.

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"Well if that isn't a dream coming true." He chuckles from the door to the bedroom at the residence, having just come back from an actual meeting he'd had to attend last minute. He's still dressed up in his black button up and jeans, only his shoes missing as he looks at you on the large bed- in comparison to himself, wearing almost nothing.

"Why am I not surprised you've been dreaming of half-naked women in your bed, pervert?" You giggle to yourself, putting your phone down as you look at him. You've just showered, gotten ready for bed maybe, since he was taking pretty long at his meeting tonight.

"Hm, no. I wasn't dreaming of any woman in my bed, darling." He tells you, crossing his arms, his words making your ego swell as he stares you down from between his hair in front of his eyes. "Now come on, let's go out for dinner." He tells you.

"Buuut!" You whine, putting your phone back in front of your face. "You've been gone the entire day anyways, I wanna play my game now.." You mumble, not paying attention to what Jungkook is doing behind you-

And that's your first mistake.

The slap isn't even hard or anything, but it comes by such a surprise that you squeak out, instantly turning around to see his shit-eating smirk on his lips, the hand that's been smacking your butt innocently back at his side. "I can play a game too." He suggests, looking at you as he straightens up again, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. "It's called 'how fast can my baby get dressed before I'll do it myself'. It's fun." He explains, tilting your head to the side. "Wanna try?"

You stick your tongue out at that, earning another slap to your bare bottom again, making you turn around fully, legs tucked to yourself now. "Hey!" You complain, staring him down while he just looks at you.

"You can be glad I'm only using my hand, princess." He tells you, arms crossed. "It's alright if you wanna stay and not go out tonight- but how about you stop being such a brat now, hm?" he asks, and in a way, you don't want to. Not because you wanna get onto his nerves right now- even if that's usually a lot of fun- but because you want to test his patience.

"But it's fun." You say, shrugging.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're aiming for something entirely different here?" He exposes your game, making you pout to yourself as you cross your arms now too. "If you wanted me to fuck you, all you gotta do is ask." He bluntly says, making your eyes widen for a split second.

You're not a virgin, and neither have you ever been shy about the whole topic- but the way that he's just so boldly talking about it does make you a little shy almost. Mainly because yeah, your feeling had been blossoming even though you're already a couple now-

You just have such a huge crush on him, it's embarrassing.

"Hm?" He coos, crawling onto the bed where you're still laying, sitting on his heels while he pulls you close by your legs, rather roughly bringing them close enough to rest over his thighs, leaving you spread wide open for him to admire. "Is that what you need? You're soaking up those new panties baby, what's gotten you so riled up huh?" He teases, grabbing onto the front of the underwear before he pulls it up, so much so that it slips right between your lower lips.

You really never truly thought how he might be like in situations like these. Needless to say, he seems simply like a cruel, cruel man because who else would hold their girlfriend by their panties high and dry like this?

You try and trick him by moving your hips, using the fabric to rub against you for any sort of friction- but much to your dismay, that seems to be exactly what he was thinking of you doing for him. "Smart girl, aren't you?" He praises, as he watches you move. "Didn't even have to tell you anything. You're so needy." He teases, watching you simply avert your gaze as you look somewhere else-

Which is something he does not like, at all.

"Nuh-uh, look at me baby." He tells you, one hand pushing your hips down so you cant move, having let go of you as well so you can't get any friction at all now. You whine immediately, and he imitates it playfully, leading you to glare at him now. "Cute." He simply comments on that, before he moves your legs, pulling off your underwear that he lets fall somewhere onto the floor, adjusting your legs back into their earlier position.

"Please-" You huff out, unsure what you're actually asking for. Maybe you want him to finally get to the fucking point of this-

But he shakes his head. "Nah, I want our first time to be special, love." He tells you almost sickeningly sweet, palms running over the sides of your thighs. "I mean it. But until then-" He chuckles, one of his hands finding your heat, finally. "-I can make you cum in other ways." He simply tells you, rings on his fingers cold on his hands, making you jerk a little away from him as soon as they touch your heated skin.

It makes him laugh a little bit. You're just so cute sometimes without realizing it.

He doesn't apologize for it however- why would he? He's not stupid- he's seen the way you look at his hands whenever he's wearing any form of jewelry on them. He knows what you're thinking- it's pretty obvious for him. He knows you well. And he's going to use that to his own advantage.

"Maybe if I tire you out you'll listen to me hm?" He tells you, leaning back a little while his middle finger slips inside, curling a little while his thumb presses down on your clit. "Maybe playing with my baby makes her a good girl?" He chuckles, making you whine underneath him.

"Please-!" You beg again, unsure what you're asking for, still- but maybe if you're whining and complaining enough, he will still fuck you properly. Or maybe you need to rile him up again? Maybe trying to hit his ego will make him do what you want?

But in a way, you don't believe that yourself. He'd probably just leave you high and dry, and won't allow you to cum or something similar. You wouldn't put it past him- he seems mean.

"Hm?" He tilts his head, watching you as he intensifies his movements, another finger joining in pushing in and out of you- but it's not enough. You need more. "You're so whiny." He teases, laughing to himself.

"That's-" You're interrupted by a particularly intense movement he does- something he instantly picks up on, repeating that action yet again to interrupt your attempts at actually speaking. He just loves playing with you.

"Jungkook please!" You sob out, realizing the way he keeps slowing down what he's doing as soon as he notices your desperation rising at any point- edging you on, more than you think you can continue to handle.

"Please what, hm?" He wonders, faking innocence as he slows down yet again, making your hips stutter around, something he pushes down with his other hand that's not literally occupied inside you- his eyes hooded as he watches you intently. "Nuh-uh baby, be patient." He scolds, making you kick your legs out.

"No!" You complain, pushing your head back into the pillows. "Come on, we- it's not that big of a deal anyways, let's just-" but he doesn't let you finish that sentence, pulling both his hands away as he shakes his head.

"It is a big deal to me." He explains rather softly now, moving to get up and leave the bed- something you immediately cry after, desperate for any kind of release. He simply laughs. "No need for tears baby, I'm not gonna leave you hanging." He chuckles, getting onto his knees at the edge of the bed before he pulls you closer to it, core right at the height of his face. "Here's how it's gonna go;" He starts, hands running from your ankles up your legs, before they lift them over his shoulders. "I'm gonna eat you out, make you cum, get you all nice and tired-" He continues, eyeing you from between your legs. "-so you'll be a good girl when I take you out to dinner later. I've got a reservation we're probably already late to, and it was pretty hard to get a table there, so I'm not wasting it." He jokes, before leaning down.

"What if I-" You squirm a bit, aching. "-if there's nothing I like to eat there?" You mumble in complaint, trying to get him to change his mind maybe.

"Oh they got something for you, I already checked." He promises, before he dives in, lips on your cunt while his tongue doesn't start slow at all.

Your head is spinning.

It doesn't take long at all for him to get you to cum at all considering the immense amount of edging he's put you through earlier- so he isn't surprised when you actually unravel rather quickly from his efforts, hand helping you ride it out to it's fullest until you complain of being overly sensitive. "There we go."

"Hm.. imma go shower.." You say after a moment, slowly sitting up on the bed with somewhat closed eyes. It's when a hand is placed onto your head, Jungkook pressing a kiss on top of it, that they open again, the tender gesture almost shocking to you, while he simply walks past you.

"Go take your time. I'll pick out something for you to wear when you're done." He simply tells you, moving to roam through your suitcase, leaving you to shower and think about what just happened.

And somehow feeling more energized for the dinner now, finally deciding to let him take care of you from now on.

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Voltron legendary defender

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Character/s

Keith ; 21 ; He/They ; Little

Lance ; 18 ; He/Him ; Cg

Hunk ; 17 ; He/They ; Cg/Neutral

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Anxiety Attack

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Plot Summary

The boys are up pretty early. Keith woke up with an anxiety attack.

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Early morning came and Lance, surprisingly, found himself awake. He was unsure why or how, but accepted it as it was. Instead of making himself dwell on it too long, he decided to just get ready for the day anyway. The process was long but made him feel great.

When he was finished getting ready, it would've been sun rise. Or he thinks anyway. Being away from earth so long made it difficult to remember things like sun rise or keep track of time. It was habit to go off other times now instead. He could admit, he missed the sun. Well anyway, being all ready for the day Lance shuffled through the hallways of the castle. He didn't really expect to find anyone awake. The last thing he wanted was to wake Keith. He needed, and deserved, the rest after everything.

During his adventure through the castle, he spotted light spilling out through the cracks of the kitchen door. For a moment he thought that maybe the light just didn't get turned off the night before. So Lance walked through the door as it a opened up for him automatically. He looked around before reaching for the panel to turn off the lights. Before he could, he spotted Hunk cooking.

" Hunk? " he asked, soon watching the larger man jump in surprise.

" Oh, morning Lance, " he greeted awkwardly. His hands stopping whatever he was trying to make. He had food all over him, mostly food goo.

" What are you doing up so early? " he asked as he walked over to the counter tops Hunk stood. The doors shut now that he wasn't so close to them.

" Oh, I don't know. Couldn't sleep I guess, " Hunk shrugged out. He gave one of his signature warm smiles before looking at his hands. Lance definitely didn't have a clue as to what he was trying to make, but the other seemed a little frustrated. He opened his mouth to ask, only for his mind to be read.

" Trying to make an earth recipe again. It's not going that well, " Hunk sheepishly admitted as he lowered his head. Embarrassment easily took over his body language.

" That's okay, anything I can do to help? " Lance offered soon after with a smile.

" Hmm, maybe, " he mumbled back as he tried to think about it.

In the end, Lance "helped" by supervising and occasionally handing Hunk things when asked. Sometimes he helped figure out how to get it to taste right, but otherwise he didn't have a clue as to how he was managing to make the dish. He occasionally hummed to himself while leaning over the counter, resting against it. It was comfortable, took pressure off his lower back.

Neither had noticed how late it got in the morning until Keith came shuffling in. Normally, Keith was one of the first people awake. Then Shiro and so on. The pair perked up, blinking at him. Hunk just smiled and greeted him kindly. Lance on the other hand pushed himself up right. On instinct, he found himself trying to make sure Keith wasn't little. He couldn't really tell. Maybe he was borderline?

" Mornin, " Keith mumbled. " Anythin for breakfast? " he asked after, calmly and quietly. Clearly he just woke up.

" Yeah, I have something finished here. Just a second, " Hunk beamed with a smile. He looked around, quickly making the older a plate to eat.

That left Keith and Lance staring at each other. Lance didn't really realize he was doing it. Not until the shorter nervously looked away with a few blinks. The nervous expression didn't last long after Hunk turned back around. He handed him the plate with ease.

" Here you go! " he beamed.

" Thanks, " he mumbled shortly as he took the plate. He seemed to linger for a few seconds, worrying Lance very quickly. He also received a side glance from Hunk, also expressing worry.

" Can I stay? " Keith asked awkwardly. Both smiled happily.

" Of course! " Lance told him. He threw an arm around him, behaving annoying as always to the older young adult. He got a familiar expression of annoyance too. " Need a stool too? " he chuckled.

Keith huffed and shoved him off. He set his plate onto the counter then tugged over one of the stools. He sat down at the counter, poking at his food. Lance still felt worried. He looked off, even body language wasn't right.

Maybe he really did spend too much time analyzing Keith.

" You alright Keith? " Hunk finally asked as he moved to wash his hands. Lance on the other hand was leaning against the counter again.

" Peachy, " he was dismissed.

" You know you can talk to us, " he pointed out.

" Okay, thanks, " Keith sounded irritated.

Lance chewed the inside of his cheek for a few seconds. Awkward, that's the only way to describe the atmosphere of the kitchen right now. The pair decided to leave him alone, in the end.

After some time passed, both often being met with harsh words from the older in the room, things were getting frustrating. Well, until it got pretty quiet. Both him and Hunk were staring at Keith, who's hands were shaking a little bit. It wasn't difficult to notice he was having a hard time. He just wished he could go over and scoop him up and whisper how everything will be okay.

" Keith.. " Hunk began, moving to lean over the counter he had finished cleaning.

" No, " Keith huffed out, practically pouted.

Crap, he knew the look of that. His hands twitched to move, but he wasn't sure Keith wanted him to do anything.

" Keith, come on, " Hunk huffed at him. " Something's clearly wrong. I just want to help. You don't have to tell me what's going on. I just want to know how to help, " he ranted a little bit.

A long silence came. A pause, really. Lance moved to get up, but the sound of Keith dropping his fork onto the plate stopper him. It made him flinch, well, both of them really.

" Just anxious, " Keith finally admitted. " Don't know why or how, just am, " he mumbled before rubbing at his face.

" Is there anything I can do to help? " Hunk pressed.

" I don't know. "

" Okay, that's okay. "

The two stared at each other now. Lance had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling. It warmed his heart to watch Keith warm up a bit more to the others. He remained still now, well, until he spotted the glances toward him. This also resulted in them staring at each other instead. A silence conversation seemed to flow between them.

Permission. Perfect.

Lance shuffled over after pushing himself off the counter. He moved over and gently rubbed the hot headed paladin's back. Soon, he leaned into him and rested his head against his shoulder.

" This is scary, what did you do to get him to like you? " Hunk teased with a snort.

Taking a deep breath, he began to explain. " Hunk, do you remember that childish girl I was with at home? "

" Yeah, why. "

" She was an age regressor. It isn't anything gross. It's just when someone mentally reverts to a child to help themselves cope with stressors. "

" Oh, I see, " Hunk blinked as he stood up fully. No judgement was seen on his face. He doubted this man was capable of judging, let alone bullying.

" That explains a lot. I'm assuming you're bringing this up because of Keith? "

A short nod to confirm. Keith didn't say a word. He stared at the counter instead. His hands were rested on it. Well, until he was tugging at Lance's shirt. The action made the taller wrap his arm firmly around him. The pressure helped.

" Okay, I understand, " Hunk nodded. " I'd be happy to help regardless. You're my friends, " he beamed. It was so sweet it felt almost painful.

" Thank you, " Keith mumbled. " For being nice. "

" Don't thank me for the bare minimum, " Hunk snorted. " As long as you're happy, I'm happy.

The three unintentionally nod in unison.

Another moment of awkward silence. It felt difficult, more so as Keith pushed himself away and ran his hands through his hair. Hands that soon Lance took into his own. He rubbed the knuckles gently, hoping to sooth him.

" Do you want to try breathing with me? " Hunk offered.

The larger man moved around the counter, tugging off the apron as he moved. He set the cloth onto the counter as he reached the two. All he got was a small nod. It wouldn't be surprising if the little was becoming desperate to do anything to calm his nerves. With gentle touches, Hunk guided Keith to sit facing him. He held his hands now, so small in his larger ones. With a smile, he slowly guided him to breathe. In for a few seconds, out for a few seconds. Keith focused on counting it more than breathing. It helped. His hands became still as his nerves settled, for now at least.

Once calm, Lance wrapped his arms around him.

" See? Not so scary, " Lance teased, earning a pout by Keith.

" Teddy bear, " Keith mumbled, mind clearly having slipped. He didn't seem to be as small as he normally would be, however. Lance didn't stop holding him from behind. One of his hands rubbed his shoulder too.

" Me? " Hunk asked, blinking.

" Mhm. "

" Aww, " he cooed as he wrapped his arms around them both. Lance yelped, Keith squeaked, but neither pulled away. Giggles came from them both at the bear hug. Tight, but more crushing for the little one. " I'm honored to be your teddy bear then! "

" Best bear, " Keith giggled quietly, moving to hug Hunk back. " an warm, " he mumbled.

[cloythedramatic]

More Nightmare and Dream head cannons!! This came on from some readaloud of reddit, twitter, or tumblr about how theres always been a 'kids these days are so lazy on their phones!' Nightmare lives in the castle & Dream lives with the Star Sans (Dream is undetermined-aged child again, somewhere between 6-10yrs, bc I love when they're siblings that Dream is super young) (Also I give Nightmare fae/faer, Ink they/them, Dream he/him, & Killer zey/zem mostly bc I get all confused with pronouns) (Also sorry for bad Spanish, its a poor attempt with google translate)

Oneshot fic head canons below!

Ink was worried, like really fucking worried, Killer handed Dream a box during the last mission and it was filled with animal bones. Dream looked excited, and had been rolling them about the floor for hours. Ink didn't actually know what Dream was doing, but atleast he looked happy. It was still super creepy to give a kid a box of animal bones, felt like a threat.

During the next mission Dream was given a creepy doll, a different time more sheep ankle bones, a wooden dollhouse, some wooden figures of animals and some vaguely royal characters, two skeletons and a tree-person. Dream was starting to think Nightmare and his crew were very kind, which was not a good thing, the gang was tricking him with weird gifts!

During a mission one day Nightmare was reading a book while faer lackeys attacked people and recked havoc. Dream was not happy, walking right up to Nightmare, pointing vaguely at fae, or maybe faer book. "¡Con razón tienes tan pocos amigos! ¡Siempre estás leyendo! ¡Nunca hables con la gente!" (No wonder you have so few friends! You're always reading! Never talking to people!) Dream shouts, Nightmare clearly taken off guard by his accusation.

"La gente no habla con los demás desde que tenemos libros, o incluso escribimos, no es mi culpa que no pueda disociarme a voluntad." (People haven't been talking to others longer than we've had books, or even writing, it's not my fault I cant dissasociate at will,) Nightmare retorts, slightly off put and argumentative, but not outright hostile.

Dream states up at Nightmare for a moment before murmuring, "¿Disociarme?" (Disassociate?) He questions, not remembering that word or it's meaning.

"Disociar, como soñar despierto o distraerse," (Disassociate, like daydreaming, or zoning out,) fae replies easily, not bothered by answering what a word means, even if Dream was a little punk.

Dream mulled over the definition before straightening up and glaring up at Nightmare, a little kid glaring up at the multiversal terrorist Nightmare, was hilarious, and a little concerning. "No hay excusa, sé que eres malvado, pero deberías ayudar a tus amigos, ¡incluso si ellos también son malvados!" (No excuse, I know you're evil, but you should be helping your friends, even if they're also evil!)

Nightmare bursts out laughing, softly patting Dream's head with a tentacle, gently muttering, "Eres tan pequeña y linda, pero tan enojada," (You're so tiny and cute, yet so angry,) it was pretty infantilising, but Dream was a little kid.

At some point Ink noticed the conversation and they moved take Dream and retreat, not entirely understanding what happened between the two but not liking the fact Nightmare was laughing. Dream ended up managing to tell Ink that Nightmare had so few 'friends' because fae wouldn't stop reading, and that was pretty amusing to hear.

Later when Nightmare was in his office, reading the book fae's been obsessed with for the last two days, Killer walked in, eyes twinkling as zey eyed down Nightmare. "Soo~ What's your little plan with little Dreamy~? Heard him call you friendless, surely that wont stand!~" Zey ask, clearly curious as they plop down on the arm rest of Nightmare's chair.

"The little twerp has been saying that since we've known other people," Nightmare huffs, pushing zem off their chair with little regard. Killer always thought it was so funny to tease about Nightmare's relationship with Dream, enjoying the two's little sibling rivalry, especially with Nightmare being super fucking old, and Dream being so young, you couldn't find two people like that fight in any other situation!

[dckweed]

well hidey ho, been a minute. I've had a rough few weeks and I'm not 100% sure I'm totally in love with this part for Sugar Sweet but it's okay because i know it's building up to something. How are yall doing? Also, my requests are OPEN for any top gun asks.

warnings: mentions of weight and poor body image, but that's about it. this whole part is literally just Jake and sugar being oddly domestic bc for some reason the thought of Jake being a domestic kinda guy just feels right.

summary: you and jake have breakfast on a rare day off for both of you.

word count: 2,512

SUGAR SWEET, part two.

"GOD DAMMIT, BECKY!"

Irritated as you were by the man showing up at your door, and even more irritated by Pete thinking you could get along, you knew that you didn't have a choice. You couldn't afford not to have a roommate, not with the giant stack of over due bills piling up on the desk in your living room. You trusted Maverick's judgement about his character, he seemed nice enough as annoying as you had a feeling he could be just off your last few interactions with him, he also seemed like a pretty straight shooter and you felt like that would be good company to have around your brother after what your last roommate had been doing behind your back. 

The tour of your home was short, you lived in a small three bedroom cottage, just three houses over from Penny, and there wasn't much of it to see. You had shown him around the kitchen, to the shared bathroom and had let him look around the second biggest bedroom that had once been yours, but would now be his. After running over his shared portion of the bills, and letting him know that you didn't mind cooking for him as long as he chipped in on groceries, you two shook hands and called it a day. 

A couple days has passed since he'd moved in, and honestly, you'd been working so late the past couple of days that you hadn't even noticed him. Your brother said that he liked him well enough, he thought his job was the coolest thing ever (which seemed to boost Jake's ego more than it needed to) and he seemed to enjoy having him around, something you couldn't be mad at. 

You were up early on your fourth day of having Jake as a roommate, early enough that you assumed he was already on base, because he always seemed to leave in the dark, early hours of the morning, and definitely early enough that your brother was still asleep. It was Saturday, he wouldn't be up until well after ten in the morning. It also happened to be one of your rare days off, and you were planning to go use your free membership perk at the gym, but not before making breakfast. 

The kitchen was probably your favorite place in the house, it wasn't the biggest or the nicest by any means, but it had always been somewhere that felt like home to you, especially when it held so many happy memories of your father. Knowing that your brother slept like a boulder, you didn't have any qualms about turning on your bluetooth speakers and letting your favorite playlist play through them, singing along happily to the lyrics as you cracked eggs and drizzled oil on the bottom of your biggest skillet to start some hashbrowns and peppers together. 

The smell of food is what woke him up first, the aroma of the peppers roasting in the pan and some bacon frying hitting his senses like a god send. Jake hadn't had a proper home-cooked breakfast in a while, and just the thought of it drove him to swing his legs over the side of the king size mattress he had bought and shuffle over to his dresser, that had clearly been your own at point. He shoved his legs into a pair of gym shorts, he figured you would find it impolite of him to go wondering about in his underwear in your own and he was all about being a gentleman. 

As he made his way down the hallway, the music is what perked his ears up. He grunted a little, running a hand through his surely messy hair as he made his way into the living room, he was too tall to look through the breakfast bar slot without needing to crouch so he rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks as his eyes found you. He had to admit, you were quite the sight dancing in an extremely oversized t-shirt with what looked like nothing but panties on underneath, your thighs on full display. He had to tear his eyes away for a moment, afraid he was going to pop a boner as he watched you bend over to grab something from one of the lower cabinets, singing along perfectly to whichever song was coming through the speakers. You looked relaxed, he dared to say that you even looked happy, like you thoroughly belonged right there in that moment and something about that was insanely breathtakingly beautiful to him. 

He could have watched you like that for hours, but he knew that would be creepy and that you would probably catch him at any second. Jake clears his throat, leaning against the door way on his shoulder. "So, Sugar, do you do this often?" He asks, hiding a chuckle as you jump and turn, your eyes narrowed. 

Jake had scared the absolute shit out of you, but you weren't about to show him that. "Make breakfast? Yeah, every morning." You say, rolling your eyes. "Do you always walk around without a shirt on?" You turned your head back to the stove, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping along your cheeks. He looked good standing there like that, his entire toned stomach on full display, biceps too as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a beautiful kind of man, and you could stare at him for hours. 

"Do you always walk round with just your panties on?" He asks with a scoff, pushing off of the door frame to pour himself a cup of coffee as his eyes locked onto the pot that smelled like it was freshly brewed. You make a squeak of a noise and furiously make sure your shirt is covering your bottom. "How do you take your coffee, sugar?" 

You glance over at him, watching him grab two mugs from the cabinet right above the coffee maker. You wondered how he knew the color changing star wars one was your favorite. "Black." You say, giving the potatoes and peppers one last stir before putting them onto a serving platter next to the eggs and bacon you had made. "And my name isn't Sugar." 

"Woman after my own heart." Jake says, ignoring your annoyance to his pet name andbpouring himself a cup of coffee the same way before taking them both over to the kitchen table. "Also…star wars?" He opened up the curtains next to the table, he had a feeling that you liked the morning sunshine. 

"Are you really about to bash me for star wars right now, hangman?" You ask, humming appreciatively as you set down the large serving platter before going to grab plates. You had made more than enough for the both of you. "Don't you usually go to work before the sun comes up?" 

Jake makes a noise as he sips at his coffee. "Damn girl you make it strong.." He says, sitting down at the round table to your left 7side after subconsciously pulling out your chair for you before you came back with the plates. "I'm on standby most weekends, much to my annoyance. I'd rather spend my time on base or in my plane..but, i use the weekends for heavy work at the gym..don't you usually work every day?" 

You set a plate in front of him with some silverware on top before sitting down in the seat he had pulled out for you. "I have a rare day off..but I'm working the Hard Deck tonight.." You say, scooping food onto your plate before sprinkling some hot sauce over your eggs. "So you're going to the gym today then?" You ask, rethinking your plans to go. 

He nods, grabbing the bottle of hot sauce after you set it down to pour over his own plate, completely covering everything on it. You cringe at the sight. "That must be a guy thing." You mutter, shaking your head at the man. Jake only hums as he scoops up a fork full of egg and potato and shovels it in. You watch as you eat your own food, him already halfway through his plate in a matter of minutes. You take note of the way his forehead shines with sweat and his cheeks and nose tinge red. You want to laugh but it reminds you so much of your father and brother. "Spicy?"

Jake shakes his head. "Not spicy enough." You drop your jaw. With sweat dripping down his face and his skin red, how was it not spicy enough? He reaches an arm across the table and grabs the hot sauce bottle again, it was one you had made yourself, a recipe you had thought interesting. "This is good, did you get it at a farmers market? It's really fresh." He says, coating what's left of his eggs once more. 

You can't help but to wonder if all that time spent in the thinner oxygen so far up in the atmosphere has somehow altered his brain. "I made it." You say simply, picking up your half eaten plate of food and heading towards the sink. You dump it down the garbage disposal and start gathering the rest of the dirtied breakfast dishes, washing your skillets by hand. Just as you're about to start loading the dishwasher you feel Jake next to you, setting his plate down on the counter for you to clear. 

"You really made this?" He asks, clearing all the condiments and things off of the table. You felt awkward, not used to anyone helping you clean the kitchen, that had always been left up to you. 

"Yeah, saw a recipe on pinterest and thought I'd try it out..Kai loves hot sauce, always complains the store stuff sucks." You didn't mention that your father had always made his own as well, which is why your brother complained about the store bought crap you had been recently putting in the fridge. 

Jake hums while you finish washing up the mess you'd made, you don't say anything moreand neither does he until he thanks you for the food and leaves the room, you hear his feet travel down the hallway and the click of his bedroom door. You breathe out a sigh, wondering why you felt so tense and awkward around him. 

You don't dwell on it though, and head to your room to get ready for your day. You figure you shouldn't avoid going to the gym just because he was going to be there, you missed working out and it's not like you didn't need it either. You're quick to change into a pair of spandex shorts and one of your fathers baggy old t-shirts, throwing your hair up into a claw clip before before heading towards the living room. 

You're putting on your sneakers when you catch a peek9f of Jake through the breakfast nook window, he's got a giant tumbler bottle next to him, and a good five or so small tubs of something. He's humming to himself all as he mixes a bunch of it into the tumbler bottle. "Watermelon or Fruit Punch?" He questions to himself and you can't help but to giggle a little when he glances down at his white athletic shirt that clung to his upper body tightly. "Watermelon doesn't stain as bad as fruit punch." 

"Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?" You ask, catching him jump in fright as you round the corner into the kitchen. You couldn't help but to think it was your own form of payback for earlier. 

"Sugar, I am my own best friend, no one gives me better advice than myself." You felt like you lost braincells when he turned and winked at you. "Want a pre-workout shake? I have Blue Raspberry, orange, Watermelon.."

You cock your head at him. "Pre-workout?" You hated to sound dumb, especially because you worked in a gym, but you really had no clue what he was offering you.

"It gives you the extra boost to get through your workout, helps with recovery while you're working out..good for the muscles too if you buy the right ones, like me.." He said it so matter of fact that you didn't think he was punking you. "Caffeine, basically."

"...then why don't you just drink coffee?" You ask and it must have been a dumb question because he looks so bewildered. He slaps his hand down on the counter top and shakes his head, mouth open. 

"Sugar, coffee and pre-workout are not the same thing." He says, almost offended by your question. "Has your brother taught you nothing?" 

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "Okay, well, I'm headed out. I have to go to the grocery store after I'm done at the gym, text me if you want something specific..have fun with your Caffeine on steroids." You grab your purse and keys and head to your car. 

It's already god awfully hot and you damn near cry when you remember the air conditioning in your car is broken as you slide into the already boiling interior. You toss your bag into the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, turning it. It makes a choking sound. Confused, you turn it again and it makes a wet cough type of sound. Hoping that maybe it's just because it's old and needs a few minuets sometimes, you turn the key for a third time and this time, there's not a single noise or sign of life. 

"God dammit Becky you piece of crap!" You holler slamming the driver side door closed. You so could not afford this right now. You hoped it was easily fixable and were just on your way back inside to see if you could call Maverick to come help you out, or even wake up your brother and see if he could check it out, when Jake came walking down the driveway towards his truck parked on the curb. 

"Who's becky?" He asks, glancing down at the car and then back to you before making the assumption. "..need a ride?" He unlocks his beefy GMC pick up and tosses his bag into the back seat. You're about to protest, not wanting to drag him off to the grocery store on his day off from work but he beats you to it. "Come on, it's not like i have anything better to do all day, I'll even look at your car when we're done at the grocery store.." 

Honestly, you should have said no and turned right around and gone back inside, because this? This day was the start of your downfall, the beginning of your heart somehow totally belonging to Jake fucking Seresin without even so much as a warning and even more honestly? You would so do it all again if it meant you'd got to relive every moment of this day knowing full well what it was going to lead to. 

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