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Chapter 6 - Walking on Sunshine

IN THIS CHAPTER: A surprise birthday lunch, a shitty but perfect Polaroid, and Chrissy gives advice to a friend in need [2.7k]

WARNINGS: vague allusions to former shitty friends, eddie being insecure, author not knowing how GPAs work

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I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I’m sure And I just can’t wait ‘till the day when you knock on my door

Monday, April 21st - 1986

Dottie spent the entire morning feeling like she was gonna throw up. She’d seen Mike and Dustin at the school entrance and both boys had simply waved at her before going back to their hushed conversation. Gareth and her delivered their joint report during Political Science and he spent the rest of their time together talking about how his sister had gotten a part-time job at a coffee shop while she was in college in Arizona. Jeff had crossed paths with her in the hallway and barely said hi before he hurried into the boys’ bathroom, catching his shoulder on the door frame as he went in. Donny had returned the latest tape he’d borrowed without much fanfare and promptly disappeared for the rest of the day. It seemed that the only person at school who remembered her birthday was Ms. Kelly, and that wasn’t even as comforting as one might think; she had obviously read it from her file before the start of their weekly check-in.

When the bell rang signaling lunch was starting, she felt the urge to hide in a bathroom stall and cry until her next class but even that was making her stomach churn; she shared English Literature with Eddie and he was nowhere to be found. She didn’t know what would be worse: him showing up having forgotten her birthday or not seeing him at all. Swallowing her own anxieties, she grabbed her little lunchbox from the back of her locker and hid away the birthday note her dad had stuck to it in the front pocket of her jean overalls. They are just stupid boys, she thought, trying to school her disappointed expression. They probably think my birthday is on Saturday. It’s not like they don’t care anymore or hate me all of a sudden. Taking a deep breath once she saw her friends sitting at their usual table at the cafeteria, she put on a calculated smile and pretended everything was fine. She’d done this before. She could do it again. They’d never have to know.

“Hey-” she hadn’t even finished greeting them when suddenly they all jumped out of their seats with party horns between their lips.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they screamed, making a lot of noise and attracting attention from nearby tables.

“This one’s for you,” Dustin said, putting a paper party hat on her head, being careful to not snap the elastic on her chin.

She stared at them for a few eternal seconds, Dustin handing out more party hats and Donny accidentally letting go of the elastic as it was passing his nose. Even Eddie was wearing one, his wild hair flattened by the colorful paper. They didn’t forget, she realized. They planned this because they care about me. They didn’t forget. It was like the coil that had been tightening all morning had suddenly snapped inside her, and even if she was hyper aware that she was currently being watched by a lot of people, she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

“You assholes!” she yelled at them, hiding her face, crying and laughing at the same time. “You made me think you forgot!”

There was a flutter around the table as the teens looked at each other in panic with the knowledge that they’d gone a bit too far with their nonchalant act before they surrounded her, soothing palms on her back and offering a million apologetic hugs.

“I knew it, I knew this was a terrible idea,” Dustin was saying. “I told them you were gonna get upset if we ignored you all day.”

“We’re so sorry, fuck, we didn’t mean it, please don’t cry,” Gareth was stuck to her side like velcro.

“I totally thought you had figured us out when I ran into the bathroom door, shit,” Jeff said.

“I thought you were about to pee yourself, dumbass,” she retorted, her tears finally drying up, a smile on her face.

“Okay, okay, chill out, guys, let her breathe,” Eddie said, carving a little path between the boys to get to her. He pulled her into a hug and she instantly hid her face on his chest.

“You fucking idiot, I was so sure you were skipping class today,” she slapped his back softly with open fingers.

“And miss my favorite girl’s birthday? I would never,” he muttered into her hair.

Dottie nuzzled his chest, a warm feeling spreading all the way to her feet and a grin growing on her face. Eddie chuckled as he threw his head back slightly, the tenderness of the moment fully on display for everyone to see embarrassing him to the bone, but he didn’t have enough willpower to let her go yet. Thankfully for him, the boys began singing Happy Birthday loud enough for her to get curious and unentangle herself from his arms. Mike was holding a rather large chocolate muffin with bright pink frosting and a lit candle on top, waiting for her to make a wish.

“Mrs. Nelson! Mrs. Nelson!” Dustin waved to a teacher who was watching the scene unfold with a pleased smile on her face. “Can you take a picture for us?”

He pulled out a Polaroid instant camera from his backpack under the table and positioned the woman to take what he thought was the perfect shot. The gentle Geography teacher waited for them to get situated; everyone huddled up around Mike and Dottie, who was thinking very hard about the most important wish she’d ever made. She nodded at Mike to let him know she was ready, and he brought the candle up to her face. I wish for all of us to always be friends no matter what happens, she thought with as much will as she had in her heart and blew out the flame, the boys cheering around her.

“Happy birthday, princess,” Eddie said, lips dangerously close to her ear.

As she turned to look at him, the pet name making her already very sensitive stomach do somersaults inside her, she heard the familiar click of a picture being snapped. Dustin thanked the teacher and retrieved the camera, flicking the sticky paper wildly for it to develop faster. Once they finally settled down at the table for lunch, a few kind people and teachers who had seen the celebration go down approached to wish her a happy birthday and, for the first time since she moved in, Dottie felt really, truly comfortable in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Son of a bitch,” Dustin said, finally looking at the Polaroid, Dottie making grabby hands in his direction immediately. “We aren’t even looking at the camera!”

“Lemme see,” she said, grabbing the picture and bringing it to her side of the table.

Dustin was right, literally none of them were looking at the camera but all of them had been caught in various states of happiness and celebration. Mike looked very panicked about dropping the muffin as he was being shaken from behind by Donny’s hand on his shoulder, the rest of the older boy’s body barely visible behind Jeff who had a party horn dangling from his mouth, and Dustin himself had been caught either singing or talking, his eyes closed and hands coming together in a clap. Gareth was standing to Dottie’s right, one arm around her waist, laughing while looking at Jeff’s general direction, and Eddie was on her left, hands in his pockets, looking straight at her with puppy eyes and what was perhaps the most unguarded smile she’d seen on him yet. Dottie’s body was pointed towards Mike, one hand grabbing his arm to help stabilize him, but her head was turned towards Eddie, her eyes landing on him with a smitten expression and a shy smile on her lips.

“It’s perfect,” she declared, committing the memory to the Forever drawer in the part of her brain that kept her most precious moments safe.

She was sure that she’d have time to analyze why she felt giddy every time her eyes landed on the way Eddie was looking at her in the picture, but not today. Today was her birthday, and she was the happiest she’d been in a very long time.

Wednesday, April 23rd - 1986

“I thought what you guys did for Dorothy’s birthday the other day was really sweet,” Chrissy said, putting away the small bag of weed she’d just bought from Eddie.

“You only turn 18 once, right?” he smiled, remembering their lengthy argument about how to cut the muffin in enough pieces for everyone at the table. She’d given the biggest piece to Mike. “She deserves it for putting up with us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason why you went full out.”

Eddie looked at Chrissy intrigued by what she was saying. By now, he’d already realized that what he felt for Dottie was more than just a simple friendship or even a short-lived crush. He could be rather oblivious at times but he wasn’t that dumb, even he could tell something was different here when he actually started looking forward to going to school every morning. But truth be told, Eddie Munson simply wasn’t very experienced in matters of the heart. He’d gone out on a couple of dates with people he’d met at gigs and fooled around here and there but still, he was no Steve Harrington. In his most honest moments, he had to admit that Mike Wheeler probably had more moves than he did. At least he actually had a girlfriend, which is something Eddie had never really had. Hell, even Dustin had a girlfriend if all his talk about Certified Genius Suzie was real.

No, he had to admit, if not to anyone else but to himself, that him being inexperienced had been his own fault. There had been no shortage of out-of-town drunks throwing themselves at him after shows, but deep down, Eddie was insecure and that had been a running gag with former Hellfire Club members and Corroded Coffin bandmates that still weighed heavily on his mind. He’s just bad at picking up chicks, one of his old friends had said back when he was on his very first run at being a senior. He’ll learn. And yes, he had learned the theory but therein lay his second problem: he was too aware of his own reputation to put those things in practice seriously. It had been easy to make out in the back of his van with people who saw him as their shot at feeling like real groupies, and he certainly had indulged in those moments from time to time; he was, after all, a hormonal teenager.

But just as he was all too conscious that he had the necessary charm to be a playboy if he really wanted to and the knowledge that his infamy as “the freak of Hawkins High” attracted a very particular kind of crowd to him, he was also painfully cognizant that he had never really felt, well, love. Or at least not even the kind of infatuation that could have led to love if nurtured right. All his high school crushes had been on people that had been so far away from what he considered his own league, and it certainly didn’t help that the only time he had actually had the courage to ask someone out (two weeks before his Junior prom, he remembered the day like it had been yesterday), the girl in question had laughed at him for a solid minute. And told her friends. Who had also laughed at him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Chrissy asked, interrupting his journey down sad and jilted memory lane.

“Would you date me?”

“What?” she laughed, but there was no malice. That was the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she would always laugh with you, never at you. “You know I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, and he’s a douche but that’s beside the point,” he paced in front of her, his sneakers crunching leaves on the grass. “I’m asking if you as a girl, not as Chrissy, think that I could be… dateable,” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Wow. You really got it bad for her.”

“Chrissy, come on,” he said, dragging the Os for effect. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, okay, cut me some slack.”

“Okay, alright,” she sighed. “Do you want the hard truth or do I… soften it for you first?”

“Just give it to me,” he draped himself dramatically on the picnic table where he usually did all his drug deals.

“I think you’re a great guy, Eddie. You’re funny, you know who you are and what you want,” he made a face but she continued anyway. “You are really genuine and you care a lot about your friends. It’s just that… well, I don’t really know Dorothy but-”

“You’d love her,” he muttered, hiding his eyes with his arm. He felt entirely too vulnerable in this conversation.

“You’re not exactly the kind of guy the good girls get to take home to their parents, you know? Even if we want to.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not saying she wouldn’t do it, like I said, I don’t really know her but it’s complicated for girls like us. There’s… expectations and rules.”

“God, could you imagine,” he chuckled darkly. “The 3.74 GPA girl with the guy who got held back two years in a row. Now that’s a fantasy story.”

“You know her GPA by heart?” she said, incredulous.

“It’s projected. She said it should be 3.92 if it was weighted, whatever that means.”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie.”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he rolled over and let himself drop to the grass.

“Yeah, well, welcome to the club.”

Chrissy watched him throw a mini tantrum on the floor and felt truly bad for him. He had been so kind to her all this time, and he was actually so far removed from the terrifying image some people liked to pretend was the real him. It was in these moments that she was aware that they were both equally lost kids, just tryharding their way through high school, making mistakes they’d probably regret for the rest of their lives. She tilted her head to the side as he sat down again and began picking greenery out of his hair.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you are completely hopeless,” she rested her head on her hand. “You just gotta clean up a little bit.”

“I showered this morning,” he said, and smelled his shirt just in case.

“I meant, you gotta clean up your act! Get your grades straight, graduate, be more… I don’t know… this Eddie,” she made a circular gesture at his general direction with her hand. “Not the standing-on-tables-angry-at-the-world Eddie you put on to scare everyone away. The real you.”

“I’ll have you know that my table monologues are 100% the real me, thank you very much.”

“Eddie.”

“Alright,” he sighed. “I get it. I gotta be more like Jason.”

“Fuck no.”

“Chrissy Cunningham, saying a bad word,” he put his hand to his chest, always a drama queen.

“Look. Jason is my boyfriend, and I love him,” she stopped him before he could interject with a wave of her hand. “But I don’t think he’s what Dorothy is looking for. She already likes you enough to be your friend, you just gotta… help her out a little bit! Be a version of you she can bring home to her grandparents’ for Christmas.”

Eddie stared at his metallic lunchbox, running scenarios in the back of his mind. He was going to her house on Saturday for her birthday party, and he was going to meet her Dad there. It was incredibly important to make a good impression; he feared that he wouldn’t let her hang out with him anymore even if she insisted that he was “a cool Dad”. In his experience, there was a limit to how understanding parents could be when he was around. A light bulb turned on in his brain, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. Chrissy tilted her head at him, curiously.

“If you had to guess, what would be Dot’s clothing size?”

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iamthekarmapolice · 2 years ago

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ok so there’s a weird friend situation im in that i wouldn’t mind getting some advice on

i have a friend from school that i used to be very close to. we stayed in touch through college even though we had drifted apart by then. ive always enjoyed spending time with her, but she has a lot more friends than i do, and since we’re not that close anymore, im not really a priority

she’s been working abroad for the past few years so i only see her when she’s in town. we tried to meet up in January this year, but it just never seemed to work out, and it felt like was always cancelling if we ever managed to make plans. i got pretty annoyed and felt like i was making all the effort to keep our friendship going, so i basically stopped trying to make it happened

she’s in town again and this time she reached out to me first. but again when it comes to finding a time to meet up, i feel like im making all the compromises again. im free most weekends, but she’s always had plans. she’s leaving this weekend, so i said i could do lunch early this week, since i can get away from work at the time. she said she would let me know what day works for her, and then just hasn’t texted. I really can only do lunch on Monday, Tuesday and, at a stretch Thursday, but it’s already Monday, so lunch is out

If she flakes out on tomorrow, should I tell her that I can do Thursday? I could make the time, but it feels again like I’m the one doing all the adjusting, and I hate that feeling, and this would be the third time this trip that she flaked. But on the other hand, if i don’t am I just letting my pride and ego get in the way of a friendship? Really don’t know what to do

#im leaning towards not doing anything #if it’s just me doing all the work it’s not a real friendship right

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orphancookie69 · 2 months ago

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8/2024: Lake Havasu City, AZ

Labor day weekend has come and gone, and I finally got my over working butt finally got out of town! It was one of the quieter weekends I have had out there. No complaints here though!

Thursday:

We left cali in the early hours, just before sun rise. Minimal traffic and cops? We made great timing getting out there. We have a cousin in town so we connected with them and made plans for a late lunch at College Street. Good beer and good macaroni and cheese. The first day in is a lot of cleaning and settling in, we watched "The Man From Uncle" and "The Lottery". A remake of a 60's show and a modern "future" movie. Very different feels as movies.

Friday:

I did some work in the morning, these days I take some healthy meals up even though there is a great diner nearby. I had an afternoon appointment with my hair dresser, Secrets of Beauty, and I look amazing! I maintain my cut locally in orange county but I won't let anyone local in OC color my hair. After we had dinner plans with some family friends at Cha Bones. I have been told about this place, it seemed ok? I don't know if I would go back. Back at the condo, we changed things up and played Yahtzee for money-and I almost won. Someone pulled out two yahtzee's. We almost forgot how to play farkle after! We wound down with "Logan Lucky" on Netflix.

Saturday:

After clearing emails, before it got to be too hot, we walked and did some local shopping. The harley davidson store is amazing, I love their shirts. The shop nearby is owned by the sweetest old lady and has amazing stuff handmade all over the world. We tried for the first time to get amazon packages at the mailbox. We watched "The Illusionist" on Amazon Prime. Sound was a little bit off, and she had a sound system from like 10 years ago so we decided to try it. We needed some supplies and got Dutch Bros while out. I am glad we tried it, some modern things are made better. We had dinner at Angelinas with family friends. We did more Farkle, no I did not make any gambling money this time. We finished the night with "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels".

Sunday:

The day before leaving I tend to get into prepacking mode. Our family friends had been building a home for about a year, and it was finally finished! So we went to see it. Funny thing how track homes everywhere look different. We tried Blondzee's on the way back, it was a nice litter diner. We spent some time napping and a couple of hours in the channel. The vibe is as intense as the boat fumes but it was a way to stay cool. We had dinner plans with the cousins and they too recently bought their house there. Lovely homes all around. They made a wonderful dinner. Good food and good company.

Monday:

Labor Day. We headed back around sunrise and made great timing again. Not a whole lot of cops or trucks.

I am happy I got out of town a bit. We have plans to go back in the latter half of September. I am hoping its a little cooler next time we get there. Holiday season is around the corner y'all!

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monkeymeghan · 7 months ago

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Sunday was awesome. My sister and I explored a town near where I grew up and used to spend a ton of time in, we met up with friends of the family for lunch, I won $50 on a lottery ticket (one of those Fast Play games), and went to my college best friend’s wedding.

My friend looked amazing, she was the happiest I’ve ever seen her, and her dress was stunning. The ceremony was lovely, and the reception was a lot of fun. After the ceremony when I went up to her she was so excited to see me (it’s been almost 20 years!) and gave me a big hug and kiss. I admit that I cried during the ceremony and during that hug. It was just so amazing to see her again and give her a hug and tell her how happy I was for her. I got to meet her now-husband(!), and he seems like a great guy. My sister and I stayed to the end and my friend was like “you stayed until the very end!” Um, of course I did! :)

On Monday morning we packed up the hotel room, checked out, and hit the road. Last minute we decided to stop at a casino we passed. We played some slots, lost some money, but had fun. Then we got back on the road and got home a few hours later. The kitties were so happy to see me, and same for me. I was worried that Luna would think I abandoned her, so I was eager to get home to her so she wouldn’t feel that. They are still getting along great, and I’m so relieved by that! I fell asleep in the recliner yesterday afternoon for a few hours because the weekend took a lot out of me. And I slept for a looooong time last night. The exhaustion is a small price to pay for the amazing weekend i had. And, not that he will ever see this, but huge shout out to my brother. He looked after dad and the cats all weekend. I couldn’t have taken the trip without his help.

#road trip #sister #best friend #friends #home town #lottery #fast play #wedding #casino #baltimore #cats #lovebugluna #sweetboyoscar #brother #personal

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pooma-education · 1 year ago

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"Unearthing Hidden Brilliance: A Transformative Student Interaction in Rural Education"

• Dr. Sekar Srinivasan, The UN Educationist

31 May 2023, Monday

Dear friends, today I wish to share a remarkable and rare experience I had with a group of students. One of my students is a government school headmaster in a rural village near Tiruchirappalli, TN. He had arranged an interactive session by the students and for the students, with 102 girls and 112 boys participating. He had invited myself, another college professor, and my PhD student to navigate the session.

The program started around 10 AM, and the students were so involved that we had to arrange lunch for them through a village headman. About 50 parents, both men and women, along with some teachers, participated as well.

Initially, the program began in a very formal way, with some students talking about academic challenges and coaching difficulties they experience due to a shortage of staff, resources, and the geographical isolation of the rural area from the town. After an hour, I noticed the momentum gaining within the students, and they started to interact more freely and with decorum.

With the permission of the headmaster and other parents, I encouraged the children to be frank and share their inhibitions. They took the opportunity to discuss challenges and chart possible solutions. To my astonishment, nearly 40 girl children from 10th to 12th standard volunteered to point out many issues clearly and in simple expressions.

The parents were moved to tears, unable to believe the rich potential and clear-cut observations these children had. Their communication ability and team spirit were remarkable. When we offered lunch at 12.30 noon, they unanimously said they wanted to continue discussing solutions, considering this golden opportunity of interaction as a life-changing eye-opener for them.

We continued eagerly. I was deeply touched by the remarkable suggestions. One girl named Manimozhi aptly lived up to the meaning of her name and pointed out how our curriculum in high school and higher secondary school should be modified for real-time situations. Her maturity was awe-inspiring.

She suggested that education at this level should be oriented towards real-life situations with moral values, especially considering that many rural girls only complete their education with schools. She elaborated on how families should be run with natural and harmonious ways, fostering love and affection between children, relatives, and each family's responsibility towards society. She emphasized life skills development, entrepreneurship details based on demographics, basic banking, investment formalities, small trade sequences, and legalities.

Other students then talked about health hygiene, habit formation, and the values of good friendship. At one stage, all the elders assembled were spellbound and spontaneously stood, continuously clapping for more than two minutes. Many were in tears and started hugging the children in appreciation.

It was a wonderful experience in my life of teaching since 1975. The interaction unearthed the treasure of our students, who are capable in many ways with innovative ideas and methods. I couldn't sleep for two days as the observations and suggestions were so significant in making school education much more worthy.

Regards,

Dr. S. Sekar

#poomaunv #uno #UnitedNations #unitednationsglobalcompact #UNVolunteers #uneducation

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umichenginabroad · 1 year ago

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Week 5: Gaelic Games, Geneva, Glasnevin!

Hi everyone! It was another amazing week abroad!

Monday night, I was dragged out of bed and into town to go to another Dicey’s student night. Again, it was a super fun night which had me even more exhausted on Tuesday.

Tuesday, we had both physics and history lecture in the morning, followed by a field trip to Croke Park. Croke Park is a Gaelic games stadium in Dublin and it was super cool to see the stadium(although it made me miss the Big House). After, Sammy and I headed back into town to try a sushi place which was so yummy.

Wednesday morning, I woke up early to go to Howth for a couple of hours before class. We took the dart and got breakfast, walked around the port, and headed back to UCD. Although it was rainy and we couldn’t stay for long it was good to see the town and truly is a cute area. We even saw some seals! That afternoon, we had our final physics lab and all of us were very thankful to be done! I finished the day with dinner and relaxing before watching the NHL draft that night.

Thursday, we had physics lecture and tutorial but finished around noon. My friends and I booked a Guinness Storehouse Tour a while ago which we had at 3:30 pm. We booked a tour which included a pint with our photo on it, and I have to admit it tasted really good. After, we headed up to the gravity bar to claim our second included Guinness and then hit the gift shop(probably not the best idea after two pints). We then grabbed dinner in town and headed back to UCD.

Friday was our last physics lecture. Although I am happy to no longer spend two hours of my morning in a lecture hall learning physics, I am not ready for this experience to be over(and for finals). We then had history lecture and our last history tutorial. I then packed and headed to the airport with my friends to catch a flight to Geneva, Switzerland. The flight was not too long and Swiss air even gave us yummy Swiss chocolate. When we arrived in Geneva, we took a taxi to our hostel, checked in, and went to sleep.

Saturday morning, we woke up early and headed to breakfast. The food was amazing although our attempt to speak French was comical. We then explored town, ate, and shopped around for the rest of the day. That night, we booked a boat cruise on Lake Geneva which was so peaceful and then headed to dinner. We had amazing pizza and finished the night with gelato. It was a very nice day and a good change of pace from the crazy weekends I have had.

Sunday morning, I woke up early again and ran along the water to the botanical gardens, the Red Cross, and the United Nations. Although I couldn’t go inside, it was super cool to see the UN and its surrounding area. After, we checked out of the hostel and took the public boat to the beach on the other side of the lake. As expected, the water was freezing so I only lasted for about a minute in the water. We spent the rest of the day there before grabbing lunch, heading back to the hostel to grab our bags, and heading to the airport. I slept the entire flight back to Dublin and ate dinner and laid in bed upon arrival to UCD.

This morning, I woke up and headed to the bus stop for our field trip to Glasnevin Cemetery. Glasnevin Cemetery is massive with around 1.5 million people buried there. Most of the influential Irish figures we have learned about in history class are buried there, so it was cool to hear their stories again and those of others. We returned to UCD around 12:30 and headed straight to lunch at Pi Restaurant. I then did laundry and now am attempting to study for finals before our last Monday at Dicey’s Garden Club. Our classes end Wednesday of this week with finals Tuesday and Wednesday of next week so I have a fun and full rest of the week planned.

Elsa Pater

Industrial and Operations Engineering

BIG 10 STEM and Irish Studies: University College Dublin in Dublin, Ireland

#umichenginabroad #ipesummer23 #ipeireland #ireland #elsapater

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queers-gambit · 2 years ago

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Dating Robin Buckley HC's

pairing: ( requested ) Robin Buckley x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: pretty lady is into pretty ladies so i had fun with this. but cursing, borderline NSFW.

• ow my heart, she's a cutie. and you're a cutie. and together, you make two adorable idiots in love! what a great combination.

• we know she gets real nervous and rambles, but it doesn't really start that way with you two. you meet when you're a bit younger and had a decent friendship.

• you're a bit of a study-bug, so, your main focus in on school. maybe you have a sport you keep up with for a gleaming college application, possibly even a club or two.

• maybe you meet in band, bonding over how lame you feel but deciding that high school extra curricular's don't matter when you're applying for colleges that will get you outta this town.

• none the less, let's say you're well-known in school but you're stupid nice. okay? you're a total sweetheart and Robin watched you come into your own, while maintaining an avid friendship.

• it all changes sophomore year.

• maybe Robin realized she had a budding crush on you when you're both changing for gym. maybe not.

• maybe it's when you're both at lunch and you wordlessly hand her an extra baggie of sliced apples, because yesterday she had complained about craving them. maybe not.

• shit, maybe it's in study hall and she's visibly stressed about an upcoming test, right? and you? you're just closing your books and sliding them aside to reach for her textbook and notes. so, maybe she realizes her crush when you start calmly walking her through a few concepts, but maybe not.

• it could've been when you guys meet for that Friday for a new movie. in the dark theater, maybe you felt a little bold and slid your hand into hers, despite there being no reason to on the movie screen. maybe not!

• no matter when it was, Robin's hit like a train when she realizes it and come Monday, oh, man! that girl's a stumbling, stuttering mess. but she gets it together because friendship is important.

• come junior year, she feels her stomach in knots because you're easily her best friend by now. she's unsure of your sexuality and she didn't feel the need to tell you hers, so, she panics, holds it all in, until Russians drug her and she's confessing to Steve Harrington her massive crush on you.

• leading into senior year, Steve's telling her around almost every corner that she needs to tell you! and he's not subtle, either!

• you come around Scoops Ahoy like clock work when it still stands. maybe you just want to see Robin, chat it up with her a bit, try a scoop of some new flavor they have.

• Steve's nice enough, but he's far too smug when they start working at Family Video after the mall fire.

• so, you get a little suspicious.

• but don't worry, Robin does come clean to you. and you assure her that the feeling is mutual!

• oh, my idiots in love!

• you're wicked smart, right? and sure, maybe you play a sport! but Robin always found it adorable when you'd seemingly trip over nothing.

• and she's no better, so, you know what you should do? hold hands. to stabilize yourselves! at least, that's what you tell Robin and she agrees.

• little lady loves holding your hand; fingers lazily intertwined.

• but in the '80s, while your friends totally respect your sexuality, it was still hard to live in a small town full of judgmental jackasses. so, you definitely stave off the PDA and don't really talk to anyone about relationship status.

• who're we kidding - most of the people you talk to know about you and Robin already, so, whatever. this means, when in private or around them, there's a lot of hand holding. it's an easy and effective way to tell your partner a multitude of things.

• mostly, the pair of you need mutual reassurance. and you were happy to provide for Robin because that girl would give you the moon if you asked her for it.

• so much laughter. seriously, are you two ever serious? why're you always laughing or smiling?

• ah, man, and the dates. mostly everyone thinks you're just two friends, hanging out, and why shouldn't they? you're dating your bestie, there's not much more to ask for.

• but the dates are cute because you both have mutual, genuine interests. and after being friends for so long, you fall into a different rhythm of communicating.

• hence the hand squeezes. ow, my heart!

• look, the girl burns water, okay? but she loves baking or cooking with you. not just because you let her lick the spoon, but you have this way about you that teaches her without feeling like it was real education.

• but Robin definitely licks the spoon.

( • and the batter off your fingers )

• Robin's love language are words of affirmation and quality time. heavy on the quality time.

• she's so at home and at peace with herself when she's with you.

• and even if you're not doing much, like if you're just reading and she's studying or practicing her instrument, she's so fucking happy. 'cause any time with you is better than nothing.

• there's some myth, and it says something along the lines of Zeus creating Man with basically two halves. but some God or Goddess got crazy mad jealous, and severed Man from his half, and now our purpose on earth is to find our other half.

• you like telling her she's your other half.

• and Robin will take your cheek in her hand, smile, and assure you the same. then she dives in for a kiss. and another, and another.

• cuties!

• but she likes to hear the reassurance that you're still in this with her. she can't express herself physically, and it's hard to articulate a cohesive emotional thought, but reassurance goes a long way.

• she might not be into painting her nails, but she's into letting you paint them. you get hyper focused on a good paint job, and you'll pin your hair back to keep it from falling into your eyes.

• that might be one of Robin's favorite angles of you.

• neither of you are big on shopping but when you go together, consider it straight outta some romcom. just a pair of idiots forgetting what they were looking for, trying on odd clothing combinations.

• she's not into big bouquets of flowers, but she melts when you give her a single stem.

• concerts! you're concert buddies and it's a staple of your relationship.

• maybe music is a sort of communication between you two.

• you'll pick up new records and cassettes to listen to with her; laying around your room with your fingers lazily raking over each others.

• Robin loves to dance. so, please get ready to be yanked off your bed to dance around the room with her.

• parents love her, how can they not? she's adorable.

• uh, siblings are pretty neutral. they don't hate her, but they don't love her - mostly because she gets nervous around them and doesn't have much of a rapport.

• trying new make-up trends on each other. Robin's still a girl and has been known to drop on your bed with a pout and the newest Cosmo when on her period. you'll discuss new trends together before she's trying not a new eyeliner trick.

• but she's not as forthcoming in letting you do her make-up.

• it's a work in progress, okay?

• hanging out with Steve becomes second nature because of how close they are. and he loves you, so, no worries on that.

• you drive - Robin doesn't. so, you take her where she needs to be because she's a cutie and driving her means seeing her sooner. you do the math.

• and let's be honest, you're her first real relationship. she's yours. sex is funny because neither of you know what you're doing.

• so, you know what? having an orgasm doesn't happen the first few times but you figure it out.

• and once you do, you're definitely insatiable. and she's more than happy to go along with things.

• Robin's even the one dragging you off into some remote corner of the school; or a darkened closet; or even the basement of Steve's house because he's on the phone to some Linda, or Delilah, or Mary.

• Steve walks in on you two several times. hand down Robin's pants? doesn't matter, you're just offering a quick glare at him and telling him to fuck off.

• he's learned to knock very loudly before entering any rooms.

• Robin's a sucker for having her hair played with. she likes to lay on your chest with your hand in her hair - just idly tugging on the strands.

• homework dates - that's a given.

• you're the only one Robin goes to when she's upset or emotional. you're really good at listening, so, she runs straight for you anytime something mildly upsets her. OR! something that monumentally upsets her.

• you'll wipe her tears, kiss her nose, and assure her that things are going to be okay.

• it mostly leads to you both laying in bed; your hand raking through her hair, music playing lightly. you'll kiss her brow, then her forehead; just holding her tightly to protect her from the world.

• she actually asks you keep your nails just a little longer than she does because Robin loves the feel of your nails raking over her skin and scalp.

• you oblige but being mindful of your pointer and middle finger. you get why, right? great.

• she's wicked smart and speaks different languages. she's fluent in English, sure, but she's also fluent in you. she can read you better than anyone and isn't afraid to step in, making sure you're okay.

• awwwwh, she'll try to teach you other languages but you just like listening to the sound of her voice. the way she pronounces foreign words. it's a turn on and you don't get a lot of learning done.

• she'll notice when you're anxious and saddle up beside you. take your hand in hers. offer a sweet smile, mutter that things are okay, and then if needed, she'll get you out of wherever you guys are.

• Robin says she loves you first but it's an accident. she's on one of her tangents and it slips out. when she realizes, her eyes will go really wide and she'll start stuttering over an excuse.

• you'll kiss her and hold her cheeks in your hands, assuring her you love her too. because she's your person.

• speaking of that myth again, she'll get you matching rings. hers will have a sun on it and yours will have a moon.

• because she's the light you look for everyday, and you're the calm she needs. you're both so at peace with each other, it's scary. but again, you're best friends first so it's totally natural.

• and ohhhh, my God - you guys are cute. you're sarcastic and witty, too. you match her energy perfectly, like two golden retrievers at a park together.

• the excitement over seeing her never dampens. and Robin's right there with a grin - assuring you, she's just as excited. because that girl's obsessed with you and will never get tired of seeing your face.

• the kind of excitement where the grin is effortless and almost spilts your face. where you bounce on your toes. where you giggle because she's not (always) funny but for fuck's sake, she makes you laugh.

• the party loves you - you're the balance they need. you can match Robin, sure, sure - but you also keep her grounded.

• she's been known to get overwhelmed and fly off the handle a little; but there you are, holding her hand, or speaking lowly to bring her right back into reality.

• nicknames! nicknames! nicknames! Robin has a plethora of nicknames in her arsenal. however, they're not always super cute... she's been known to call you "dummy" sometimes. but it's out of love, so, it's okay.

• she loves that you can dish it back to her like you can take it. when i say you're sarcastic shits together - i mean it. and everyone knows it. they'll tread carefully when you're both fired up.

• nobody insults Robin 'cause you'll go for the throat. your fierce protectiveness is refreshing - she's used to people hurting her and leaving. but not you. never you. she knows you'd rather be hurt 100 times over before hurting her - or letting something hurt her.

• and trust me, nobody dares to say anything bad about you because Robin's worse than a week-long-starved Rottweiler.

• i would very much like to date Robin, please. universe? God? anyone listening? send me a Robin.

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Chapter One

Monday

September 23, 1996

"Okay, I'll be gone until Sunday night. There's money on the counter if you want to order in. No boys while I'm gone." I chuckled at my dad as he gathered his keys and wallet from the table by the door. "The number to the hotel is on the first if you can't get me on my cell." I nodded and followed him outside to his car. "I'll be fine, dad. Have a good trip," I said. He kissed my forehead and got into his car.

He backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. I walked back inside and closed the door. The sun was starting to set in the distance. I locked the door and walked into the kitchen seeing the money my dad had left on the counter. I picked up the phone and called the pizza place in town before heading upstairs to my room. I changed into comfortable clothes and went back downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed a drink before setting it on the counter. When the doorbell rang I grabbed the money and paid for it.

I was sitting on the couch when I heard a banging coming from upstairs. It was around ten-thirty. I turned the TV off and listened again. I quietly got up and made my way to the kitchen to grab a knife from the knife block. The house was dark besides the lamp beside the couch. The dim light did nothing to keep the shadows away. I could hear footsteps above me walking around. The knife shook in my hand, my heart was pounding against my rib cage. I took slow steps towards the stairs and ascended them one step at a time.

I shook my head, the corners of my lips curving upwards. "You know my dad said no boys are allowed here while he's gone," I said. Stu smiled at me, "good thing I'm a man then." A loud laugh bubbled up my throat and past my lips. "What? What's so funny?" His smile got bigger as he stalked towards me. "I wouldn't go that far." He raised an eyebrow, slowing his steps. He put a hand over his heart like I just stabbed him. "Ouch! That really hit deep, yn. I might just need to get you back for that one. Show you just how much of a man I really am." I hummed and slowly stepped away from him. "Right. Because your girlfriend would just love that."

Stu Macher was my best friend. We've been friends since we were kids. Our parents were friends. Well his dad and my dad have known each other since college. It didn't help that I had a huge crush on him. But he's dating my other friend Tatum. There were six of us all together. Sidney and Billy are dating and have been for two years. Then there was Randy the horror nerd of the group. Stu and Tatum haven't been dating long. To be honest when he told me they were dating it kind of hurt.

Tuesday

September 24, 1996

“Wanna come over tomorrow night? Steve canceled on me.” I looked beside me at Casey as we stood beside our lockers. “Can I get back to you?” I asked. She nodded and we headed to our first class. Casey Becker was another friend of mine. She wasn't in the group but she and Stu did date for a short period of time. That was before she broke up with him to date the football captain, Steve Orth.

At lunch I walked out to the courtyard and straight to the fountain. That's where we always sat for lunch. I was early so nobody was here yet. I was only alone for maybe five minutes before Stu came up behind me, picking me up and spinning me around. "Stu! Put me down," I laughed. He set me on my feet and I felt him kiss the top of my head. "What're you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked, sitting down. I rolled my eyes and sat beside him. "I've only been here for like five minutes. Where's everyone else?" I asked. "Tatum is doing some cheer thing or some shit I don't know. Randy was busy with film club. And Billy and Sidney left to go out for lunch. Just me and you, gorgeous."

"Well damn. If I would have known that I would have gone down to the pizza shop," I said. "We can still go. And maybe even skip the rest of the day. Go to my place and hang out, watch a movie," Stu said. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, "sure. But let's get it to go." I stood up and started walking towards the parking lot. "Deal!" I squealed when Stu came running up behind me, picking me up and running off to his car.

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gleekto · 3 years ago

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Fic: Crush Into Me (11/?)

Summary: Third year NYADA student, Kurt, returns to Lima for an internship coaching the Glee club. The leather jacket and eyebrow ring-clad senior, Blaine, thinks he’s cute.

slightly older teacher-ish!Kurt/ badboy!Blaine

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

Day Eleven (Blaine) (word: Demonstrate):

“I think I’m going to join the Glee club,” Blaine tells Santana on Monday at lunch time. He admits to himself that he’s been tempted ever since his unintentional audition the other week - something about the dramatic performance and the reverent attention, better than any polite applause he’s received at a piano recital. And it doesn’t hurt that Kurt is the co-coach.

Blaine’s coffee not-date with Kurt had honestly gone better than expected. He took Santana’s warnings to heart - the bad boy guise may get him an untouchable reputation but it won’t get him a real friend. And this was his one chance to have a real gay guy friend while he’s still here in Lima. And admitting that it was lonely being the only out gay guy in school was rewarded with, not exactly Kurt’s vulnerability, but definitely his honesty. He learned that Kurt had been bullied at McKinley by a few members of the football team, one who later turned out to be in the closet. He learned that New York is, in fact, a different world from Lima, Ohio. He learned that Kurt’s own experience was that it was easy to find gay kids your own age to, as Kurt put it, have fun with, but that relationships are as hard to come by as they are for anyone. He told Blaine that he had just broken up with someone, Kevin, who he had been with for six months. Even though Kevin wasn’t the one, it was not fun to break up. He was glad to have this semester away, with Mercedes, to help out the Glee club that helped him survive.

At the end of two hours of talking, they exchanged numbers. “Any time you want to talk, Blaine,” Kurt said. And meant it.

“You too,” Blaine said and Kurt nodded. He thinks they’re friends. And the texts hadn’t stopped since.

It started with the repeat invitation.

Kurt: Just putting out there that Mercedes wasn’t lying when she said that we could use another tenor at the Glee club. Reminder that rehearsal is after school on Monday.

B: Will I get a solo?

K: From too cool for the Glee club to asking for solos?

B: Maybe I just like attention. 😊

K: I appreciate self awareness.

And it continued with banter.

K: I need your objective opinion. Mercedes thinks this should be Michael Jackson week. Do the kids even know who Michael Jackson is these days?

B: I don’t know anything about the kids these days but a friend barely two years younger than you agrees with Mercedes. I’ve already got the look for a kick ass rendition of ‘Bad’. I can demonstrate:

Blaine texts a picture Brittany took of him and Santana from the parking lot the other day. He would kill for Michael Jackson week.

K: So you are joining the Glee club? For attention, of course.

B: Maybe for your attention.

K: 😮

Then later on, Kurt started up again with the utterly mundane.

K: I’m contemplating going to this Dalton alumni fundraising dinner. I’m actually in town and they were good to me.

B: Is that the school you mentioned you went to for one semester?

K: Oh sorry. That text was meant for Mercedes. Yeah. I went to Dalton Academy for a semester when the bullying was bad at McKinley. It was way too expensive to stay longer once the main bully had been de-fanged. But they were good to me while I was there.

B: I think my parents looked into that place. But I wanted them to keep their savings for sending me to college next year.

K: Nothing to jeopardize the great Lima escape.

B: Nothing.

“Date went that well, huh?” Santana smirks at him. “Well rehearsal is after school.”

“It wasn’t a date, Santana. But yeah,” Blaine nods. “I’ll be there.”

#klaine advent 2021 #klaine advent: demonstrate #gleekto writes #crush into me

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voiceswithoutlips · 4 years ago

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Calico - Chapter Three

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 1.8K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse.

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— chapter summary:

Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?

— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3.5 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

I woke up to WAP blazing through the house at eight in the morning. That was the moment I knew I was going to kill Jason. Well, not literally, but there will be payback.

It was Monday, my favorite day of the week. Mondays have such a bad reputation for absolutely no reason. Personally, I liked a good Monday, it was the day when I organized the rest of my week. In case you are wondering, yes, I’m a nerd and the sight of stationary makes me drool. I got ready quickly, I had planned lunch with Song Hwa today, and after that DOBBY WAS FREE!

“JASON,” I screamed as I stumbled into the kitchen, “you are so dead.”

“Nah, you love me too much!” He laughed. How dare he!

“Who told you that? Just you wait, one of these days I’m going to disown you, you brat!”

Jungkook was sitting at the table eating cereal Jason must’ve gotten him. At least one of us was functional. I could barely take care of myself. Jungkook had gotten a bit more comfortable with us over the past week. The first two days he had stuck to his room but then I introduced him to our PS4 and he was hooked. The kid was a natural. He was wearing Jason’s clothes that were a size too small on him. His eyes widened at my murderous declaration. He was so cute.

“Don’t worry bunny, I won’t kill him ...yet,” I narrowed my eyes at Jason. I still couldn’t understand how we ended up becoming friends. Jason and I were always at each other’s throat when we were in college. Not a day went by without us going head to head, don’t even get me started on the mountain of assignments that we had to do as a punishment for disturbing the peace.

“I’m going out today, do you want to come to the town with me? We could get you some new clothes, and maybe some ice cream, we are running dangerously low,” I asked while sipping on some overly sweet coffee. I mean, I could buy clothes for him but first, I had no idea what his size was, and second I had no idea what his style was. I myself was a walking fashion disaster, if it was socially acceptable I’d wear pajamas every day, to every event but alas! This world is cruel to those who can’t match their clothes.

Jungkook nodded his approval and after our not-so-filling breakfast we left. It was a 2 hour ride to Seoul and on the way I pointed out landmarks in case Jungkook ever wanted to go out on his own. I made a mental note to teach him how to drive. The aircon was on full blast, it was summer, the grumpiest of all seasons.

I was wearing black sneakers, black jeans and a black hoodie like a goth pauper. Jungkook was wearing Jason’s oversized hoodie and jeans, a size smaller, that hugged his lower body like a second skin, I had to constantly remind myself to keep my eyes on the road. Hey, I hadn’t gotten laid in months, not that I’d ever look at Jungkook that way, he was just a kid, even if he had the body of a Greek god.

“Here we are, bunny, you gotta follow some safety guidelines okay?” I said as I parked in front of the mall.

He nodded. I wondered when he was going to start talking comfortably. Was he just shy or scared? Or both?

“First, don’t go anywhere alone, stay in my sight. I don’t want to lose you. And second, let’s hide your adorable ears,” I leaned over and pulled the hood over his head. He blushed, I almost cooed at him, why was he so cute. Be still my heart!

“If it gets too scary, just hold my hand, okay?” I said as we walked in through the doors. It was a good day to go shopping, there weren’t as many people on a weekday. “Go on, you can buy whatever you want, I’ll follow you around,” I grinned, his eyes were darting around from shop to shop.

“Can I?” he asked nervously.

“Of course honey,” I encouraged patting his head.

We spent the next two hours going from store to store. Jungkook was hesitant at first but after he realized that I had meant what I said he got excited. He’d take something off the shelf and run over to show me, he did that with every single thing that we bought. I was having the time of my life looking at him having fun, he was like a kid in a candy store. I wondered how excited he’d be if I actually took him to a candy store, I mentally added it to my to-do list.

He was still non-verbal, which was making me worry. Was he uncomfortable with talking? Was he nervous, scared? I kept wondering. The only times that he had spoken, his voice was small and unsure, as if the words he was saying held the weight of the world.

We ended up being late for the meeting with Song Hwa. The shopping bags barely fit in the trunk but somehow we achieved the unachievable. She had called me in to talk about Jungkook’s case, she had done some research and she insisted on talking in person. It worked for me though, that meant I could take the day off and relax.

Song Hwa’s office was in one of those big commercial complexes. We had her on retainer but she worked for one of the biggest law firms in the country. Jungkook grabbed my hand as soon as I opened the office door. He was sniffing the air furiously, fear on his face. I peeked through the little crack that I had opened. There was a man sitting across from my favorite lawyer. I had seen him around Song Hwa’s firm, he was one of her colleagues. I had no idea why Jungkook was afraid of him, he seemed perfectly normal to me, but then again I didn’t have superhuman abilities unlike my bunny.

His voice got closer and the door opened. As usual, my brain stopped working. I grabbed Jungkook’s neck and pulled his head on my shoulder to hide his face. Song Hwa and the man stepped out of the office and looked at us as if we had sprouted a fifth head. It must’ve been a sight, us holding hands and Jungkook’s face buried in my neck. I just looked at Song Hwa who made some excuse to the man in the beige suit to get him to leave. I was too embarrassed to register what she had said.

“Is he gone?” I whispered, before Song Hwa could answer, Jungkook nodded in my neck. I stepped away from him, still holding his hand. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” another nod. He was redder than a tomato, I guess he was twice as embarrassed.

“What the fuck?” Song Hwa’s expression matched her question. I sighed. I told her what happened as we sat down in her office.

“His name is Brian, he is a sleazebag and a coward. I wouldn’t worry about him,” Song Hwa reassured Jungkook. I didn’t like it, I could see how scared and uncomfortable Jungkook was. He hadn’t let go of my hand and he was clutching it as if his life depended on it. We ended up leaving her office and going to a nearby restaurant for lunch. It was well past noon and I was starving, I’d bet my Bleach collection that Jungkook was starving to. I was used to skipping meals and starving until I got a hunger headache but I couldn’t do that to him. I sucked at taking care of people.

“Here,” Song Hwa handed me a newspaper while I was stuffing some fries in my mouth. She had highlighted a small article, just a paragraph not worthy of front page news. It was about a stolen lab equipment from an Apexi lab. There was no mention of a hybrid.

“Please tell me this is good news,” I said through clenched teeth. Even though I knew it was terrible news, I could always hope. A multinational pharmaceutical company doesn’t just hide the fact that their lab animals were stolen along with a hybrid and their research destroyed. Unless it was something big.

“It's not and you know that,” Song Hwa had terrible bedside manners.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, today we feast!” I tried to sound enthusiastic but I failed terribly. Worrying about it would only ruin the rest of the day, not like I could do anything about it at the moment so I decided to ignore the screaming voice in my head and focus on the delicious meal that had suddenly turned bland.

Jungkook had fallen asleep on our way back. His head was resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed, soft lips slightly parted. Every time he scrunched his nose my heart made cooing noises. How was he even more adorable when he slept, I could watch him for hours. His hair was covering his forehead, I had forgotten about his haircut. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair, yep, his hair was super soft. I felt like a stalker so I mentally shook myself and focused on the road.

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jeon-kookie-dough · 3 years ago

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Caught in the Game - Chapter 03

After growing up in the midst of Toman and a rather wild time in college, you are now working for a popular fashion magazine. You were aware of your boss's gang past - Kokonoi Hajime's name having been well-known during your school time - but after you bumped into an old friend at work the other day, one coincidence follows the next and you find your past catching up to you...

pairings: Koko x reader, Chifuyu x reader genre: angst, gang!au rating: m for violence & slowburn smut word count: 2,003 <previous next>

Upon entering the office a little too late on the following Monday, I felt everyone’s eyes on me. It seemed like Natsuki had uttered her concern to all present people. Which was everyone, for a fact of the matter. Even Inui, Sendo and Peh were there.

I walked with my head down, not yet ready to face my friend. Even over the weekend I didn’t exactly explain myself. She tried to lure everything out of me, even trying to bribe me with the best sushi in town, but I never budged. She, on the other hand, shed some light on her whereabouts. Natsuki had met a certain someone that night, whose name she wouldn’t disclose just yet, and when they had returned from having a smoke outside, apparently, I had disappeared.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)!” she exclaimed, even peaking Kokonoi’s interest in his office. “I’m here, ain’t I?” I mumbled in response. I was, but at what freaking cost?

Flashes from Friday still plagued me, making me nauseous. I had tried to forget everything by drowning myself in booze, but it didn’t help. I even considered asking Mitsuya for help, but I didn’t want to stir any pots that didn’t need…stirring. Back in the day Kazutora and I had caused enough trouble for the other guys.

At lunch I genuinely tried to follow the conversation, but it was no use. I felt like I was floating under water, my co-workers’ voices subdued and inaudible to me. I smiled every now and then but gave it up when I realized that I wasn’t deceiving anybody.

It was close to finishing time, when Kokonoi called me into his office. Natsuki and I exchanged a quick glance and I just shrugged. I told her to leave without me, that I would fill her in later.

Standing in Koko’s office, knowing we were the last people in our office, made me uncomfortable, our last conversation slowly creeping its way back to the front of my head. I dried my sweaty palms on my jeans.

“What’s up, Koko?” My voice was steadier than expected, but I noticed myself how exhausted I sounded. His lean figure lounged in his seat like always, feet crossed on the table. Unlike himself, he pointed at the chair opposite of him with his chin; a silent offer to take a seat. I gulped but slid into the chair, anyway.

Kokonoi stayed silent for a while, inspecting his immaculately manicured nails. He had abandoned his jacket and the two top buttons of his burgundy dress shirt were undone.

“I heard Natsuki mention to the others that you were kind of MIA on the weekend and today you seem really out of it.” His demeanor seemed lazy and uninterested. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times like an idiot, searching for the right words to say. Would I open up to him? Could I open up to him? “Hey, goldfish!” He ripped my out of my internal conflict and I saw the faintest of smiles appear on his lips. That asshole almost seemed compassionate. “I’m talking to you.” I took a deep breath and massaged my palms to calm myself down.

I put on a fake smile, but never faced him directly. “You know me” I chuckled. “Got a little too fucked up and hooked up with someone I shouldn’t have.”

“Hanemiya Kazutora” Koko mumbled, and my head shot up in horror. Is this scumbag tailing me?! Only then did I notice that his eyes were fixed onto his lit-up phone. Cold sweat ran down my back. Everything seemed like too much of a coincidence.

“You know what, buttercup?” he said, completely disregarding what I had just said. “I have someplace to be. It’s late and dark, and I don’t want anything happening to my favorite drunk skunk, so let me drive you home.” He left no space for arguing, so I followed him into the parking garage to his white Mercedes AMG GT. That fucking car had caused me more than just one wet dream so far.

I had never been this up close and alone with the chief editor. Even in his car, somebody else usually was shotgunning when I was riding with him. Loud, bassy music filled the car and I felt the vibrations in my body. The small space was filled with his scent; expensive cologne and leather with a faint hint of mint. I caught myself inhaling deeply. It was soothing in a way that alcohol was. Quick, but dangerous.

The volume of the music was turned down and I peeked a glance to my right, surprised when he was already looking at me. “I’m invited to a business dinner on Friday, and I want you to join me.”

”Me?” My bewildered exclaim seemed to amuse him, as he pulled the corner of his mouth into a sly grin. A grin that, surprisingly, made my ladybits rev up. “A present for your first published article, if you will.”

Throughout the week I went out to dinner with Natsuki and Mitsuya occasionally but strictly keeping the past and present separated. I had a hunch that it wouldn’t be a good idea to mix my two lives up with all the coincidences that had been happening. Upon repeated inquisitions I told Natsuki a diluted version of what had happened; I met an ex and things ended up in a fight. I never mentioned Kazutora to Mitsuya, though, afraid of his reaction.

I tried keeping myself busy, the thought of the business dinner with Koko robbing me of my last nerve. Kazutora’s name on his lips was freaking me out. I was sure that they had known of each other before since Kazutora had been the reason Toman had destroyed a former version of the Black Dragons – the gang Kokonoi had been associated with. But what exactly is their relationship?, that was the thought that kept me on my toes.

The bar Mitsuya and I had met in for a couple of after hour drinks was unusually packed and loud. I took a sip of my mojito as I listened to him talking away about his week and how he’d been working on some new designs.

“I actually brought you something,” he grinned and pointed at a garment bag hanging over the back of his chair. I pulled up one eyebrow and eyed the bag closely. “I hope this is the most comfortable sweat set,” I deadpanned. “Otherwise, I don’t think anything you make would suit me.” Mitsuya chuckled and shook his head at me. “Koko told me that you were also attending the dinner tomorrow. I think you’d make a great real-life mannequin.”

By the mention of the dinner, I choked on my drink. “You’ll be there?” He nodded. “Thank fucking god! I have no fucking clue what I should talk to Koko about for a whole ass night!” Mitsuya leaned back in his chair. For a split second, worry was written across his face, but I didn’t get to question him about it before it had already disappeared. “You’ll be surprised if you see who’ll be there.”

When I left the bar with the garment bag slung over my shoulder, I glanced back at Mitsuya. He said he was going to meet someone else here and, quite frankly, I got a little curious. Just before a huge hunk had blocked my vision, I had seen him shake hands with a black-haired man in a suit, most probably around our age. His aura kind of seemed familiar, but, admittedly, I was a little too buzzed. I must be imagining things…

Kokonoi had given my half of Friday off to quote unquote doll myself up for him, so he needn’t be embarrassed for me later that night. I had scoffed at him, but gladly took the afternoon off. I spent lunch with Natsuki, who peppered me with question.

“So, he drove you home?” “Hmh,” I hummed, having had answered this question a multitude of times already. “And then he asked you to join him for this dinner?” “Hmh.” “You’re sure he didn’t ask for anything in return? Like, a blow-job or your soul?”

I sighed, stirring my mimosa with the little cocktail decoration. “He said it was a present for having my first article printed,” I recited what I had told her before. “I don’t have a goddamn clue what he’s thinking, either.” Natsuki was quiet for a moment, then she shrugged. “Whatever, it’ll be a great opportunity to network. And you said your friend would be there as well? If all goes to shit, go to a club with him and have fun. Call me if you do, though.” I laughed and emptied my glass, already waving for the next. She was right. At least Mitsuya would be there. And Kokonoi Hajime, who I was unsure how to feel about.

Later at home I sat on my bed, elbows on my naked thighs, chin propped on my hands, and stared at the garment bag. Up until now, I had been too scared to peek inside. I was afraid that whatever Mitsuya had given me, would give him a bad reputation because of how it looked on me. Afraid that, indeed, Koko had to be embarrassed for taking me with him. I tapped my freshly manicured finger against my cheek. What’s the worst that could happen? You embarrass yourself and our whole publishing house, but you could always leave the city. Mexico sounds like a nice place….

I hesitantly grabbed the satin bag with two fingers rather like it was a dead rodent instead of my dinner garment. Even the bag was of great quality. Remind myself to smash that shithead’s skull for trusting me, a walking talking disaster, with something so expensive.

A gasp escaped my mouth as soon as I laid eyes on the dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It consisted of a black, glittery bodysuit with the legs barely covering the hips. It was sleeveless with a heart neckline, which was covered up by the beautiful black mesh dress. The mesh gown was long-sleeved and bottom length, the cut of the dress tight until the skirt flared out slightly at my waist. Two slits ran down from my hips, exposing my legs through the delicately laced mesh. Everything was glittering in the light as I spun around, observing how the dress flowed around my body with the movement. What the fuck, Mitsuya Takashi!?

Kokonoi picked me up at 8 sharp. I stepped one peep toe heeled foot into his Mercedes and slid back into the leather seat, the feeling of it still familiar on my skin. “You don’t look half as bad,” he grinned, and I rolled my eyes at him, even though I had to admit he looked flawless in his burgundy suit. He had opted for a black dress shirt with a chain connecting the collar instead of a wearing a tie. I had never experienced him anywhere beside the office but seeing him like this made me hungry for more.

The drive was conversationless; I was too nervous to speak, Koko seemed lost in thought. I watched Tokyo, with all its traffic and billboards, fly by the window and reminisced about nights on a bike with the cold wind whipping my hair around my face. A smile had crept on my lips. A smile that I noticed Kokonoi had seen through the reflection in the window.

The journey ended in front of a fancy hotel. A valet helped me out of my car. I thanked him with a nod and adjusted my dress while Koko handed over his car keys. The engine revved up as it was being parked. “Ready?” Koko stood close to me, offering his arm. I took a deep breath and took it for support – physical and mental. “Not one fucking bit.” He chuckled next to me and led me through the huge revolving door.

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reference for the dress

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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A Good Man - Part 1

A/N: So...this turned out to be much more than I intended. It’s not a one off, oh no, could I ever really do that? It’s going to be three parts (and yes, I am committing to three and three only before this gets away from me), and yes I guarantee you there will be smut. You can’t have professor Javi without some smut, after all. Shout out to the amazing and lovely @rosetophighlander for listening to my ideas and inspiring me! As always, comments and feedback is welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! xx

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

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Javier Peña was a good man. At least that’s what he was trying to convince himself. He was a good man with a bad past. A past he had pointedly left behind in Colombia. But even now, years later, memories haunted him at night - it wasn’t a regular occurrence, but it was often enough. Enough to have him startle awake, drenched in sweat as his chest heaved up and down. Enough to make him feel like a bad man again.

But that wasn’t him anymore - no. He was a bad man then and he was trying to rectify that now by being a good man. He was a good man, and what was in the past was in the past. It didn’t matter it anymore; he had to bury it and let it die. But every time he thought he had, he still found himself plagued by the memories. Shit.

He’d returned to Texas when everything was said and done, and taken up a post as a university teacher. It was boring; drool, but most importantly, it was a safe bet. A college professor, who would have thought? If you would have told him this a few years ago while he was in the midst of the drug war trying to bring down both Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, he would have laughed in your face and told you to fuck off. But that was then, and this was now, a very different reality with a very different version of him. Well...no. Javi was still Javi underneath it all, the same man he had always been, he was just trying to be the best man he could be. Trying to make right what in his head claimed made him so bad.

He was regimented now, almost to a fault, keeping up a routine that claimed most of his mind that wouldn’t let his mind wander too far off track. Gods, he needed a therapist. He knew he did; it was forever on his to do list. Forever the one thing he would get to eventually because it wasn’t pressing enough. Forever the thing he would do when he had more time. Instead he found solace, a small sense of reprieve in his small four-legged friend.

He was a small, wiry thing with ears that always seemed perked up, colored like sweet milk and honey, affectionately named Stevie, much to Steve Murphy’s chagrin. He served as a good distraction and pseudo-therapist for all that seemed to bother the ex-DEA agent. Sometimes Javi felt bad about how he confided in his little friend but Stevie loved him back all the same, showering him in affection whenever he could.

His routine was the same almost every day, allowing for some variance on weekends. It was strict, almost authoritarian but he had come to have a certain reverence for it. Up at six, out for a jog or walk with Stevie, breakfast for the two of them followed by a shower, at work by 9, a morning class full of mainly bright eyed freshman, followed by office hours where he would check on the dog and then return to eat his lunch by himself, almost always a sandwich, coffee, and some sort of berry, two afternoon classes of disinterested juniors, seniors, and those who seemed to never leave college, followed by a few hours of paperwork and grading before arriving home between six and seven, followed by a simple dinner for himself Stevie. To pass the time he’d read or watch a movie or show, but it was almost always lights out by ten. Sometimes he’d fall asleep quickly, other times it would take him hours. Hours of his brain buzzing with repressed thoughts and emotions that he put off until he fell asleep and repeated his routine the next day.

Weekends allowed for some flexibility instead of the monotonous rigidity. He let himself sleep in longer, go for a long walk with Stevie and have a leisurely lunch, and laze about the house. Sometimes he’d meet up with a friend, usually a coworker from another department and have a drink or two, nothing too excess, before turning in well before midnight. On the rare occasion where he felt restless enough and couldn’t be alone with his own thoughts, he’d go and take himself to a movie, a play, a museum, something that would keep his mind occupied. But by Monday morning he was back to routine. Back to that rigid pattern that kept him on track.

And it had been enough. It had to be enough...right?

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Teaching at his alma mater of Texas A&M in the sleepy town of Kingsville had proven to be both a curse and a blessing. When he’d left the DEA, unsure of what to do, what do he really wanted to do with his life now, he had turned his attention back home. One thing had let to another and, surely with some help from his former cohorts at the DEA, he’d lined himself up a fairly easy teaching gig. It wasn’t anything he had ever really given much thought to, but just like his routine, it had become familiar, mind numbing, and easy. It didn’t take much before it had become part of his regimented life.

He enjoyed the almost anonymity of it all; no one really knew who he was, the things, both horrible and great, that he had done, no one knew his previous reputation, no one judged him before they had the chance to meet him. He was, first and foremost, Professor Peña. The students came and went; no one questioned who he was truly was and he never offered. As far as his students were concerned, he offered them the tiniest shred, if any at all, of his personal life. It had it easy - simple - to keep things strictly business.

There had been a few times, a few moments when his heart had almost stopped, that a student would stop by his desk after he’d dismissed everyone and ask him his past. It hadn’t been more than maybe four or five in total, but it had still brought a grimace to his face each time. But instead of completely dismissing anyone, he’d politely decline to answer anything beside easy questions, the kind that were of public knowledge.

Otherwise he insisted that if they ever have any questions related to the course, exams, or homework, they were welcome to come to see him during his office hours. He had a presence about him, not intimidating per se, but firm and strong that usually deterred people from questioning him any further. They almost never came to his office hours; pretty much no one did. Which was completely fine by him because it always gave him a chance to stay on top of the mountains of paperwork the university imposed on everyone.

Much to his chagrin, however, this year the school’s newspaper had decided to start a professor spotlight column in their monthly magazine. Something about connecting students and professors and creating more of a sense of community. A load of bullshit, was what he thought, but he didn’t push the envelope. He wasn’t trying to ruffle any feathers, to step on anyone’s toes; no, he aimed to blend in. But something about having been the man to help bring down Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel made him a subject of interest; naturally it was only a matter of time before eager, hungry eyes were turned to him.

But Javi knew he couldn’t really decline, it would have been against decorum and he wanted no eyebrows raised in his direction. So, he answered the curious student reporter’s questions with basic answers, just enough to give a taste and satiate them, but not enough to have to dig deep. He let them take his picture, let them publish it in their magazine, hoping that not many students would actually read the column, and just gloss over it. He wasn’t sure if he could handle tons of students only signing up for his class for him. He had not plans on indulging them any further into personal life.

But his routine, regimented schedule was all fine and dandy, and surely he thought they would be enough. They had to be enough, right? That’s what he thought. Surely the monotony of teaching countless students would be enough; that’s what he had come to believe anyway. It had worked out for the two prior years, surely it should have been the same going into his third year there.

Until the day you stepped into his classroom on that first day of that brand new semester and school year. You weren’t like the others...you looked excited, alert, like you actually wanted to be there. Like you wanted to listen to him teach. Like you cared. The swarm of students surrounding you barely looked alive, but you did. There was a certain magnetic charm that you possessed that happened to draw in everyone around you, including the man at the front of the room. The man that was determined to adhere to the strict routine that he had concocted for himself; the man that vowed he not stray from his class structure. The man that so desperately just wanted to be a good man.

He hadn’t noticed you at first, keeping his gaze focused on the papers and stacks on his desk, picking up the roll call sheets and running through them with a sense of disinterest. Name after name of students that probably just took the class because they needed some sort of credit. They responded in voices that were barely audible, tones that strongly suggested that they did not care whether he made a note of them being in attendance.

But when he got to your name, calling it out softly, and he heard you confidently and happily respond with a loud here, his deep brown eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. He paused and looked up, taking a moment to push his thick, dark rimmed glasses up his noise, before searching for you in a sea of students. But he knew he had found you when he spied the beautiful face beaming back at him. You offered him the biggest smile he had ever seen within the confines of the small lecture hall.

He was momentarily phased, but the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly as he returned your brilliant smile with the best he could muster up. But before he could get too caught up in anything, even a singular thought that roamed freely, someone loudly coughed and snapped him out of his trance. Quickly switching back to his professor mode, he looked back at the roster and called out the rest of the names, tic marks and blanks boxes galore down the long sheet.

Like his life, his class structure was regimented, and while he thoroughly enjoyed history, he found it difficult, tedious even, to drone on about pre-revolutionary war America for hours. Sometimes it was enough to make his eyes almost glaze over; while it annoyed him that it got to his students as well, he couldn’t always blame them. But there was something about today, the way that you had smiled at him, that sent a spark off deep within him, and something just snapped. He found himself moving more about the lectern, his hands waving more animatedly as he gave his introductory lecture, and most importantly of all, he found himself stealing glances at you. And you met his glances, almost in a challenging way, never looking away when his gaze lingered a few seconds longer than necessary.

But, like everyone else, you were eager to pack up your bag and leave when he was finished and excused everyone. You glanced at him a few times as you slid your notebooks and textbook back into your satchel, wondering if you should introduce yourself, or hell, if he really even cared. But instead of acting on any impulses and potentially making a fool out of yourself, you hitched the bag further up your shoulder and left along with the rest of the crowd, letting them swallow you up and allowing you to blend in. It was the end of the day, everyone was eager to get home, especially after the first day of the new semester. Javier was too; first days were always tiring just alone with administrative tasks and getting to know hundreds of new names and faces. But none of them mattered, not really, they were just more students in an endless sea that he would teach and then forget about as soon as finals were graded and returned.

But somehow...you stuck in his mind. Your face, your curious eyes and soft little smile were already burned into his mind. He found himself musing on it, on how intently you had scribbled down notes, even if he didn’t feel like there was anything to memorize, how your leg bounced up and down the few times your mind seemed to wander as you had glanced around the room, taking in the other students. A low sigh escaped his lips as he slid his paperwork, texts, and other items into his book bag before throwing it over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let his mind get hung up on you, or anyone or anything else for that matter.

Sure, you were pretty, very pretty, but so were plenty of other students. He wasn’t going to lie to him; he could admit, at least to himself, when he found a student attractive. Sure, you had a smile that had spoken to something within him, but -no. You were one student in a sea of hundreds the had for the semester. You would forget him as soon as you turned in your final and went on winter break. He was sure of it. Javier Peña was trying to be a good man, and letting his thoughts go wild about a student was definitely not part of that plan.

When he got home that evening, he walked in the door and left his bag on the small dresser he kept in the hallway, followed by his keys and shoes before eagerly greeting Stevie. He’d stopped by between classes to take check on him, always making sure he had plenty of food, water, and pets before he had to go back. He glanced around the small kitchen, already pondering what he would make for dinner, knowing he was stocked up on everything he would need for the week. In his retirement from the DEA he had become a meticulous planner, something that easily kept his mind busy, and Sundays had become his grocery shopping days were he loaded up on necessities for the week. It was robotic and allowed for little free thought; routine, routine, routine.

But before he could flick on the soft kitchen light, his hand lingered on the switch, fingers drumming lightly against the plastic plate while he contemplated his next move. Instead of flipping it on, he dropped his hand and grabbed Stevie’s leash off of the counter-top, dropping to his knees as the small dog wagged his tail in sheer excitement at the prospect of a walk. He gave him a few pets as he clipped the lease on, making sure his large ears received a good scratch.

“What do you say you and I go and pick up some pizza, huh? We’ll even get some beer. Call it a guys’ night,” Stevie made a small sound of excitement, clearly acquiescing to Javier’s plan. He stood back up to his full height, his joints crackling lightly as he grabbed his thin windbreaker, wallet, and keys, slipped his shoes back on and walked out the door, his mind already on the pizza place a few blocks away. It wasn’t even anything he really gave too much thought to, it was most certainly not part of his plan. No, this was all new - a break.

It was the first Javier Pena had strayed from his evening routine in almost three years.

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As soon as you stepped through the door of your apartment you let out a long sigh as you tossed your book bag onto the floor and stumbled into the living room, flopping face down on the well worn couch. Sarah, your closest confidant and roommate throughout your college experience, looked up from her book and with a small smirk on her face. She’s gotten out of her classes and finished for the day hours ago.

“First day was that good, huh?” she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, as you turned your head to glare at her. She was in her last year of school too but had been smart, so you’d come to realize, and taken more classes than she needed in earlier years so her last year would be a breeze. You envied her and wished you’d done the same; now you were stuck with classes that were long, tedious, and required more thinking than you would have liked.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive this semester,” you admitted with a heavy sigh; you had no one to blame but yourself. It still didn’t make your little pity party any better, “today’s classes were...boring at best, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teacher that cared less than my last one. The topic’s already not my favorite, clearly not his, and I have no clue how I’m going to survive the semester, and this stupid class was the only one open that satisfied one of my last requirements. I’m trying to be excited, you know, to trick myself into liking it, but I dunno if that’s gonna work out.”

“If it all goes to hell, there’s always next semester,” she offered with a shrug before closing her book and tossing it on the coffee table, “what class it is?”

“Pre-revolutionary war American history,” you groaned as she gave you a pained look. Nothing about any of the words that spilled forth from your mouth sounded even remotely exciting, “aka hell. Whoever decided that there should be a whole dedicated college course to this subject clearly wasn’t in their right mind.”

“Hey,” she said suddenly, slipping out of the arm chair and trekking into the small kitchen, before rustling through a static of old mail. She was silent for a few moments before letting out a small aha and grabbing something out before tossing it at you, “I thought that class sounded familiar. Isn’t the guy teaching it the one that in the teacher highlight thing for this month or whatever?”

“You actually think I read this?” you scoffed and took the small magazine, shifting through the pages as you tried to find what she was referring to you. You made it almost to the end before finding the small article hidden and tucked away at the back. Quickly skimming it, you found your professor’s small, grainy, black and white picture staring back at you, “Javier Peña. Yup, that’s him.”

“He’s hot,” Sarah quipped over your shoulder as you silently rolled your eyes at her. That was most definitely not why you had signed up for the class. While you weren’t about to admit you mirrored her thought, you couldn’t help but think she was right. There was something about the small photo looking back up at you that suggested he was...very attractive. Hell, you’d seen him in person, and could confirm. The few times you’d gotten a good look at his face, when he wasn’t bent over his notes or facing the board, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Tan, golden skin, thick dark hair and eyes, a handsome face. Yeah, he was hot, but you weren’t about to dwell on that, “do you think he’s single?”

“Sarah,” you groaned at her as you read over the article, surprised to find that was ex-DEA, having apprehended some of the most notorious criminals in recent history. He had seemed anything like the man they had discussed in the article when he had stood in front of the class earlier that afternoon, “that is not...no, that has nothing to do with anything. I just need to satisfy a few more credits in history and I’m done. That’s it; nothing more.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged before giving your shoulder a playful nudge, “a little eye candy doesn’t hurt. Especially when you’re taking a class like that. Good lord it sounds awful, I wonder how he got stuck teaching that. Was he as good looking in person?”

“Sar-ah,” you said with her namely slowly as you shook your head at her and sat up. She picked her book back up, a small playing across her features, “none of that matters. But, if you have to know, yes. He was very good looking, in that older guy kind of way.”

“Go on...” she feigned innocence but you could already see the gears turning in her head.

“There’s not much less to say,” you insisted, internally groaning, “wore glasses when he was teaching, white button up, I dunno, the average professor look.”

A damned white button up that had fit him perfectly, highlighting his broad chest, trousers that were slightly tighter than they needed to be, and a silver watch had sat on his wrist. Simple, effective, but yeah, a very good look.

“The average hot professor look, “ she sighed wistfully. The two of you, while best friends at heart, were polar opposites in many ways. While you namely cared about classes and just getting it done, she was more prone to getting lost in her daydream fantasies and pursuing matters of the heart, “I’m just saying! There’s nothing wrong with finding your professor good looking, as long as you’re respectful. Besides, he doesn’t need to know if you think about him at night or when you’re with a boy that you wish was a man like him. Besides, Javier Peña. Professor Peña. That even sounds hot.”

“Why are we friends?” you sighed as you rolled off the couch, a tone of amusement coloring your voice, “why are you the way that you are!?”

“You love me!” she called out after you as you made your way to your bedroom, deciding to get a head start on some work so you wouldn’t already fall behind.

“I’m questioning that,” you stuck your tongue out at her as you grabbed the magazine off the floor and took it along with you. You hoped she wouldn’t notice, but you were sure that her eagle eyed gaze wouldn’t miss a thing, “goodbye and good riddance!’

“Have fun staring at Professor Peña!” your cheeks felt warm and you were sure a deep crimson was already creeping into them. You remained silent as you grabbed your book bag and walked into the room, letting the door slam behind you.

Setting the bag onto your desk, you flopped on your bed as you reopened the magazine and looked back at the small picture again, re-reading the article. It didn’t say much about much him, or speak to who he really was. it was strictly related to business, just like he had seemed to be as he stood in front of the class and gave an almost two hour long lecture with no breaks. He didn’t seem much like a man that was running around and taking down criminals in the heat of Colombia. He had just seemed like a tired, worn out, disinterested man. A far cry from what was presented in the short little article.

And yet...you couldn’t help but think of the few times he met your eyes when he’d occasionally looked up from the board or his lecture notes. You swore there had been a smile on his face then, even if it was a small one, but then again, maybe you had been lost in your own delusions as you had watched him.

You’d even done your best to actively pay attention and take notes, both wanting him to know that you cared about class and because you knew it would be your downfall if you allowed yourself to miss anything. Even if it wasn’t your cup of tea, you wanted to give him your attention; it wasn’t his fault that it was a tiresome subject - someone had to each it after all. You’d felt bad as you looked at everyone around, all so zombie like and disinterested, looking like they would rather have been anywhere else in the world. You were sure he had noticed it too.

But you’d already decided to make an effort to actively participate in his class and do your best. You’d quickly scribbled down his office hours and told yourself that if you needed help or had questions you’d ask before you’d let yourself fall behind and struggle. Maybe he didn’t care, he didn’t really seem to, but you did. You somehow felt a need to prove to yourself that you could handle this class, and to prove to him that someone cared, that his efforts were worth it.

As you dogeared the page with his article on it, you closed the magazine and chucked it into your desk. You didn’t know what his deal was, or wasn’t, but you figured you’d be able to something out of him. Maybe learn more about the man from Colombia, and not just the professor that seemed so lost and wrapped up in his own head.

He had seemed so tired, so...run down that for someone reason it seemed to oddly affect you. Maybe it was because you had seen a glimmer of a smile on his face, watching as his dark eyes had crinkled up the few times he caught your gaze, how it almost reached them fully. Maybe there was more to him, maybe there was more to him than he had wanted to give out. But you were determined to find out what it was.

You were set that you would try and pull something out of Javier Peña, even if it was just a full smile. Something about him spoke to you, something had drawn you to something, causing an itch that you desperately needed to to scratch. And you sure as hell would.

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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The Interlude: A Marcus Pike Love Story, Chapter 3

Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: none, fluff, pining, angst

Masterlist in bio, story also tagged

(gif credit @damerondjarin)

Over the next few weeks, not a day went by that you and Marcus didn’t speak to each other. You were always texting all throughout the day while you both were at work. He always told you what he could about the current case he was on and you told him about the next big event you had planned. There were even nights when you would sneak out of bed after your boyfriend Tom fell asleep to text Marcus from the bathroom.

I need my good luck charm again. Marcus texted you one day when he was stuck on a case with no leads.

You should have seen this Karen today. You said one day after your client was not satisfied with what you gave her, and refused to work with you no matter how hard you tried to help her.

Sometimes, the two of you would meet for lunch or coffee, since during the day was the only time you could get away from Tom without suspicion. Marcus always insisted on paying for you despite your protests, so one day you made him an offer that he accepted: you would take the bill every other time. You argued that it was the fair way to do this, and Marcus didn’t counter.

“So you’re telling me you were in a band when you were younger?” you laughed as you and Marcus talked about your college days over a late morning coffee.

He joined in your laughter, “What? I don’t look like the type?”

You looked down shyly, “It’s not that,” you met his eyes, “I used to do musical theater in college. Guess we’re just both musically inclined.”

“Now that I would have loved to see,” Marcus beamed at you.

You could feel heat rise in your cheeks as you thought back to the various parts you played, “I miss it some days. I had a few bigger parts, but the one I really wanted was the lead in My Fair Lady my senior year,” you sighed, “I didn’t get it though, lost it to my friend Caitlin.”

Marcus noticed the way your face dropped, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you picked yourself back up, “She was awesome actually. Better than I could have been,” you chuckled, “She was a theater major anyway, I just did it for fun.”

“I bet you would have been wonderful,” he replied with a dreamy look on his face.

You were at a loss for words as you just stared at him. Marcus was always so genuine with his compliments and he always seemed to lift you up with his words without even trying. And as handsome as he was, it was his kindness that really drew you to him.

When you realized you hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, you cleared your throat and changed the subject, “I actually have something I wanted to ask you, Marcus,” you were nervous to ask, but it was something you really wanted.

He seemed to sense your anxiety and rested his hand over yours on the table, “Anything,” he said your name in a way that made your heart race.

“Well,” you took a deep breath, “There’s this gala for the local big historians group on Friday night. It’s my biggest event of the year,” you had mentioned it to Marcus a few times since it consumed so much of your time this this year you took the lead on it for the first time, “And usually Johnny comes with me as my date, but he’s busy that night…” You paused. When you had mentioned it to Johnny last week, he seemed to make a lazy excuse and suggested there was someone else you should take as your date instead, “It’s black tie, and I know it’s kind of last minute, but would you like to come with me?”

Marcus couldn’t believe what you were asking; it was like a dream to him, “I think I can find a tux in time,” he replied with a bright smile once he calmed his racing thoughts. He wanted to ask why your boyfriend didn’t accompany you, but relationships was one topic that the two of you never touched on.

It took you a beat to realize that he said yes to you and your face lit up, “Really?” then, it was as if you could sense his unasked question, “Tom never likes to come to these things. He’s actually out of town until this weekend anyway.”

“His loss,” Marcus said before he could stop himself and he froze when he realized what he said. But when he looked at you, you had a huge grin on your face.

“It’s my turn to take the tab,” you said with a pep in your voice, “Why don’t you meet at my place at 7 on Friday and the car can pick us up from there?”

The week flew by and come Friday evening, you were in the mirror to put the finishing touches on your outfit. You wore a brand new formal gown that you got just for the gala and you had your hair and makeup done to perfection. Just as you gave yourself one last look, there was a knock at your door.

“Right on time, Agent Pike,” you greeted him before you even opened your door completely. You stopped dead in your tracks when you looked up to see him standing there in a perfectly fitted black tuxedo and he had never looked more beautiful to you.

Marcus was about to give you a witty reply when he too was too awestruck to move or say anything. You looked absolutely stunning in your gown, and Marcus could feel his heart pound in his chest at the sight of you, “Wow,” he breathed, “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled softly as you took a step back to let him in, “So do you,” you voice was just above a whisper. As Marcus walked past you, you noticed for the first time that he held a small box in his hands, “You didn’t have to bring anything,” you commented as you gestured to the box.

It was Marcus’ turn to be nervous this time, “I...I’ve actually been hanging on to this for a while now,” he faced you and slowly opened the box to reveal the necklace that you had bid on at the auction weeks ago. It was just as lovely as you remembered.

“Marcus…” you gasped as he moved behind you to clasp it around your neck, “You didn’t…” you watched him in the mirror and you felt your skin tingle when his fingers brushed against your neck. You fought back tears at all the emotions that rushed through you.

He didn’t say anything as he fasted it around your neck and then he met your eyes in the mirror, “Perfect,” was all he said.

So are you, you thought. It took you a moment to realize he let his hands rest on your shoulders, and you found that you never wanted him to let you go. But, you had to get going or else you would be late so you cleared your throat, took his hand and led him out the door where the car was waiting to pick you up.

The gala itself was glamorous, Marcus had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Other than you that was. People in their finest attire filled the large reception hall and there was a bar on either wall staffed with waiters to serve food and drinks. You glanced around with a critical eye to make sure all of your hard work showed and nothing was wrong.

Marcus made sure to compliment you on your hard work, and the way your smile lit up the entire room made his face flush. He held out an arm for you so that you could survey the event before you could let yourself enjoy the time. As the two of you walked around, Marcus noticed the way people eyed the two of you, and he definitely overheard more than one person comment what a lovely couple you were. He swallowed hard, and he was sure you didn’t hear the comment since you were too focused on everything else around you.

It wasn’t long before one of your staff rushed up to you with a crisis, and you let out a frustrated sigh, “I’m sorry Marcus,” you turned to him with an apologetic look on your face, “I gotta go deal with this before the director speaks. It’s all you can drink so enjoy yourself,” you gestured over to the bar where there was a line of people waiting for a drink, “Can you get me something too please? You pick.”

“Don’t worry about it. Go, make sure everything’s ok,” Marcus replied in a genuine voice. He understood the need to make everything perfect and he definitely understood being dedicated to your job.

Before you even thought about it, you placed a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll find you when I’m done, I promise,” with that you rushed off with your assistant.

Marcus stood for a moment, dumbfounded, as he brushed his fingers against his cheek. He only moved when people started to knock into him as they walked past and he decided to get in line for drinks.

He stood with his hands in his pockets as he looked around the room. You truly outdid yourself with the event; everything was perfect and the guests seemed to really enjoy themselves. Marcus was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear something call his name at first.

“Agent Pike?” the man came up from behind him, “I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Director,” Marcus shook his hand. He recognized the head of the Smithsonian right away since he had worked with him several times in the past, “It’s good to see you, sir.”

“I’d say the same, but seeing you here is making me worried,” the director joked, “Is there something I need to be concerned with?”

Marcus laughed, “No, no. I’m here as a date actually. I know the event planner,” he referred to you by your title and then your name.

“The event planner?” he raised his eyebrows before he reached into his pocket and produced his business card, “Well give her this then and tell her to call me first thing Monday morning. This is the best this gala has been in years, and I’d love to have her plan the Smithsonian’s next big event.”

Marcus beamed with pride, “Yes sir,” he couldn’t wait to tell you and he found himself giddy as he thought about the look on your face.

“Make sure to tell your girlfriend she did an amazing job,” the director gave Marcus a pat on his shoulder before he walked away.

He stood frozen in shock at the word the director referred to you as. Marcus was so deep in his head that he didn’t even hear you walk up next to him until you called his name a few times, “Oh, hey,” he finally said.

“You still with me, Marcus?” your smile really was something else, especially with that necklace around your neck.

“I am,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “Oh, before I forget,” Marcus handed you the business card, “This is for you, and he wants you to call him first thing Monday morning. He’s impressed with your work.” So am I.

Just like he thought it would, your face lit up as you looked at the director of the Smithsonian’s card, “This is… wow…” you were struck speechless.

Marcus couldn’t help the way his hand reached out for you and he gently brushed your cheek before he laid his hand against your jaw to make you look at him. Just as he was about to say something, an announcement rang through for everyone to gather in the other room to listen to the evening’s speaker. Disappointment was clear in both of your eyes as Marcus took your hand and led you away to listen to the speaker.

Once the speech was over, the space turned into a dance floor. It was always the most fun part of the evening whenever you came with Johnny because you could just let loose with your best friend. But, with Marcus, it felt different. It was still a lot of fun, but you felt a connection with Marcus that you never felt with anyone else. He held you while you danced together in a way that made your heart pound in your chest.

After some fast dance songs, the music then turned into a slow ballad. People all around you paired up and started to sway together, but you just looked at Marcus with wide eyes. You wanted to dance with him more than anything, but you also didn’t want to push your boundaries with him. But before you could lead him away from the dance floor, Marcus rested his hand on your hip and took your other hand in his to lead you in a slow dance.

He gave you a questioning look, as if to ask if this was ok. You responded wordlessly and leaned into his touch and let him lead you in your dance. You breath caught in your throat when you felt his grip tighten on you.

Marcus smiled brightly at you, and he found he didn’t want this moment to end. You were always beautiful in his eyes, but tonight you shined like the brightest star in the sky. In that moment, Marcus wanted nothing more than to kiss you, and he judged by the look on your face that the feeling was mutual.

Slowly, tentatively, he leaned in close to you until his lips hovered over yours. He paused just before he touched his lips to yours to give you the chance to turn away to tell him no. When you didn’t and your eyes fluttered shut, Marcus took the silent invitation. He was about to close the gap between your faces when the slow song ended and an upbeat song started to play.

The sudden noise made you jump in surprise as you back away from Marcus just a bit. You giggled nervously and played with your hands and you found that you couldn’t meet his eyes after your almost kiss.

“You want to get out of here?” Marcus asked over the music.

You finally met his eye and nodded. It was silent between the two of you as you went outside and waited for the car to pick you up and take you back to your place. Marcus thanked the driver before he got out first to open the car door for you and led you up to your front door. He thought you would pull your key out and open the door, but you stood still and just stared at the knob, lost in thought.

Marcus took a breath and said your name to get your attention. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, he had to say something, “I can’t watch you live like this anymore,” he started, his palms sweaty with nerves. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this nervous around a woman, “I like you,” you let out a gasp as you whipped your head around to meet his gaze, “I really like you. And I can’t watch you be with Tom anymore.” I don’t want to see him hurt you anymore.

“Marcus…”

“Leave him,” Marcus pleaded, “Leave him and be with me. I promise I’ll take care of you and I’ll protect you. I’ll never hurt you the way Tom has,” emotion lined his voice at his confession.

You blinked in surprise as your hands trembled, “What?”

“Listen,” he took your hands in his, “I’ve had my share of bad relationships. And between my ex wife divorcing me and my ex fiancé leaving me for someone else, I’ve been afraid of rejection. But for you, I’m willing to take that risk. Because you’re worth it, and you deserve better than him.” Marcus laid his heart out on the line for you as he spoke.

“Marcus… I…” you looked down at your connected hands before you met his eyes again. Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t tears of sorrow, “I do like you. A lot. But I… We…. It’s complicated,” your heart pounded in your chest.

He whispered your name as he brushed a tear away from your cheek. You leaned into his touch; it was always so electric for you whenever he touched you.

‘I’m not telling you ‘no.’ Just... give me some time, ok? I need to figure some things out.”

Marcus couldn't hide the disappointment in his face, but he nodded. He understood it was a lot he just put on you, and he also knew it wouldn’t be easy for you to change your entire life like this overnight. Although part of him hoped you would say yes to him right away, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to. You’re worth the wait,” his thumb brushed your cheek as he held your face.

“Marcus…” you choked back a sob as you fought the urge to just kiss him, “I’m sorry. I…” you broke away and unlocked your door before you stepped inside, “Thank you for coming, Marcus. That was the best time I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, me too,” his voice was laced with melancholy as he watched you close the door. Marcus waited until he heard the lock click before he turned and got into his car. He sat there for a few moments and just watched your shadow move about your house before he drove away.

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