#she was always taking my sis and I home on Saturdays anyway since she lived close to us and we always appreciated it and she’s so sweet too

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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Hi! Can I request a Jean x Reader fic where reader is Marco's beloved little sister and basically follows the "Im in love with my brother's best friend" trope? And Reader doesn't do anything about it because she thinks Jean only sees her as a little sister (bc that's what he always says) but Jean is madly in love with her too? And hw never says anything until she does something really reckless. (Any Au is okay :) )

omg yes yes!! of course! i hope you like it! 💖 sorry for the waiting, anon!

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❁ jean x reader!

❁ modern au!

❁ all are college students (age +18), mention of alcohol, food.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!" Marco was at the door, putting on his shoes. You nod while you look at your big brother, a smile on his mouth when he sees your eyes from behind the kitchen's door, eating some doritos. "Oh, Jean is coming for dinner." You almost choke. You cough and Marco looks at you. "Y/n?"

"The dorito was spicy, sorry." Jean Kirstein is coming to have dinner at your home. Jean is Marco's best friend since the two of them wore diapers. Marco laughs.

“I told you they were spicy. Well, I'll go now, I’m late! Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll cook once we arrive home!”

You don’t like cooking, but you like even less to be alone with Jean while Marco is occupied. Marco never wants you or him to help, which means you’ll be alone with Jean when he cooks. You remembered your room was a mess and your makeup is in the main bathroom. You run to go and order things a bit, just in case Jean needs to use the bathroom and sees all your makeup around. You also entered your room and got changed, using a pretty outfit based in pastel pink clothes.

Jean is just a couple years older than you, but he thinks about you as his little sister, or so does he say. After all, he and Marco are like brothers, so that makes you her "fake lil-sis." You're tired of that sentence. Of that "How's my sis today?". You want him to look at you like a girl, someone to fall in love with. Not someone to apply a fake blood rule. Marco trains football until 8 p.m, so you have exactly an hour to get all clean. Even when you and Marco are really tidy people, it’s impossible to keep all the things in their places. You’re sitting on your bed, moving your legs with nervousness, when you hear the boys entering home.

“We’re back!” Marco yells. You prepare yourself for acting as nothing happens while you go down stairs. Your brother is taking out his shoes and giving his friend house slippers. 

“Hi, welcome.” Your voice comes out more shy than you’ve expected. Jean looks up, his hazel eyes looking directly at yours. You feel your legs weak when he smiles.

“Hi, y/n!” he says. For your luck, you hear another voice. 

“Is y/n here?” Connie’s voice is listened behind Marco.

“She lives here, idiot.” Jean comes in and you look how his tall body is now positioned near yours. Connie smiles and runs toward you, his arm around your shoulders. 

“Jean, sometimes people go and spend nights out with friends, specially if you’re coming.” The boy clicks his tongue. “Long time no see, bestie.” You laugh. It’s true that Connie is one of your best friends, he’s in your math group, and his outgoing personality made him became one of your best friends really quick, and also Marco’s. 

"You're having dinner here?" Connie shakes his head.

"Nah. Today I cook on the shared flat, I don't want to leave Sasha without dinner or she'll eat my chocolate reserves. I just came to steal a couple beers to Marco." Marco points the fridge with his index. Connie laughs. "Bro, I know where your fridge is, but thanks anyway."

They have a trust in each other that you envy, is so natural for them to visit the others' houses, and they're comfortable with it. As you're comfortable with them hanging around your house, seeing Marco so happy. Jean crosses his arms, his arm touching yours for a second. Your braincells disconnect from your body and you enter in a kinda of Jean repetitive thoughts. Connie sits on your sofa, opening a beer.

"Well, I'll go and make some pasta. You guys can play there." Connie takes the remotes, giving one to Jean and another to you.

"Marco, you should play with them." you say. "I'll cook."

"Don't worry! I beat their asses every day, now it's your turn to do the same." he says, entering the kitchen. You sigh, taking the remote. They put a shooter. You sit in the middle of your sofa, giving space to Jean to sit near Connie.

"Fuck, I'm so bad at this..." You say. Even knowing is a cooperative game against zombies, you're always the first one to die. Jean laughs quietly, before sitting next to you. His leg collides with yours in a jokingly way.

"I'll protect you." he says. You know he's talking about the game, but you can't help and start daydreaming about him and you, how his long fingers will take your hand and pull you to his chest, whispering those words on...

"Oi, Jean, you're not that good to protect her! Zombies will kill you two unless I protect you both!"

"Connie you suck at this game." Jean defends himself.

"I'm sure Y/N prefers me to protect her. Or do you prefer Jean?"

He's dead man. He knows perfectly what do you feel. He knows you like Jean a lot, and he has been trying to make you confess. Jean looks at you, his sweet gaze fixed on your eyes. Yo look down.

"I think I can handle it by myself." Connie laughs and Jean roasts him. The game starts. You watch how Jean's fingers change quickly between all the buttons: pressing, touching, moving. You look again to the TV, blushed. You shouldn't be thinking this things. Concentrate in the game, Y/N. Concentrate. The game goes strangly well, the three of you comunicate your plans easily to the others, and it all goes well. Jean rests his back against the sofa, making his t-shirt go out a bit and his sport shorts tighten around his worked body. You can't take your eyes out. You blush again and you feel how your remote vibrates, indicating you're being eat by a zombie. Connie sighs and Jean looks at the screen.

"Fuck, Y/N, sorry." he says. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"I was distracted, sorry." Connie smiles.

"What distracted you, bestie?" he asks. You're going to kill him. You don't answer, getting up and asking what do they want to drink. Jean asks for a glass of water and Connie asks if you could bring something to eat, even when he has to leave in ten minutes. You give Jean his glass and Connie some chips.

"Thank you, bestie." he says. You look at him, faking a smile.

"Eat and be silent for a while, bestie." he nods and eats. Even knowing you're joking, he doesn't say anything for a bit. He's concentrated in the game, as Jean is. You go to the kitchen and ask Marco if he needs soemthing. He shakes his head, preparing the sauce for the spaghetti.

"Weren't you playing?" he asks. You nod.

"Yep. I died." he smiles. Marco's smile is the most bright and beautiful smile you ever seen. You wanted to have a smile like his, but you only have his same eyes and freckles. He looks at you.

"Go, go. Don't leave my guests alone!" you nod and went back again to the living room. The game is finished, with Connie and Jean's stadistics in the screen.

"Look, bunny!" he says "I was the better one to protect you!". It's true that Jean's stadistics are better than Connie's.

"Oi, Kirstein, you're just a bit better... It was luck." he says. He looks the hour on his glass and gets up. "Well, I'll go home now. It was a pleasure." he says. You accompany him to the door. "I wish you luck, bestie. I'm sure you need it." You punch playfully Connie's shoulder before hugging him. "And, mark my words: He's just waiting." Then, he leaves, without giving you the opportunity to ask what the heck he meant by that. You head back to the living room, where Jean is sitting on the sofa. His sweater is on a near chair. It's so big and looks so comfortable...

"Do you want to play more?" you ask. Jean looks at you while you sit, giving him space. He smiles.

"Why not! Do you want me to teach you how to play this one?" he takes a open world game. You know he's really good at them. Marco, Jean and Eren usually play online every saturday, and they want you to join their team, but you haven't played that much. You nod. "Okay, let me..." He moves near to you. He takes the controller and gives one to you, keeping him the other. He enters the game. "Well, choose a character, bunny."

He has been calling you bunny since he discovered how much you like bunnies. They're so fluffy and beautiful, you like them. You have one, called "Wink", because he has a genetic problem that makes him wink one of his beautiful eyes. He was about to be sacrificed because of that, but you saved him in the last moment. He's now a happy bunny with a curious talent. You doesn't dislike the pet name Jean gave you years ago, but it makes him sound like he's calling you a really affectionate nickname.

You go back to reality and choose a cute little girl using a big hat. He chooses a near character and clicks play. "Okay. This is the main city, so now you have to climb here to unlock the map..." he explains you for a while, and you follow his character. Sometimes, when he moves his leg, his knee collides with yours. Now, you're totally stuck in a level.

"Jean, how do I...?" he looks at your character, stuck between two walls.

"Can I?" he puts his hands near your controller and, when you're about to give it to him, he puts his big hands on top of yours, covering them. His fingers pressed lightly against yours. You look at him, but he has his eyes fixed on the screen, as he moves your fingers with his. “You have to move like this, silly...” he says. But you can’t concentrate in anything more than his scent near you, the warmth his body irradiates and his fingers pressing yours sweetly. You feel how your heart speeds up it's beat.

"Y/N!" Marco yells. "Can you take the garbage to the container, please?" he asks. You yell yes in response, getting away from Jean's body. You get up fast. He does the same, suddenly kinda uncomfortable.

"I'll accompany you, bunny." he says. You nod, taking the garbage bag. Jean follows you silently. The container is not far from your house, just a couple crosswalks. You take the bag and start walking. It's dark now, and the street is really quiet. Just your steps and Jean's can be heard. He follows you keeping a distance, his long legs making short steps. "The night is beautiful today." he says. You nod in response. You look at both sides before crossing the street.

"Maybe a little bit cold." you say. He quickens the pace to be near to you. The sweater he took from the chair is around his waist, so he takes it and puts it on your shoulders.

"Use it. I'll take the bag." he says. You murmur a little "thanks" while putting his sweater on. It smells like him. You try to take the bag from his hands back, but he moves. "Jean, give me back the trash." He smiles playfully.

"Take it from me, bunny." he jokes. His long arms move the bag, avoiding you to take it. He's playing near the road, so if you go around him and surprise him from the road, you can take it. That's why you go down to the road, without looking and without noticing a car that is coming fast towards you. The car lights were really low, and that didn't make you realize it was coming. But now, now that Jean yelled your name and the car beeped, you realize you're about to be hitted by it.

You can't move, your body is totally paralyzed. You knew the car was trying to stop, but the high velocity it got is impossible to stop. You thought you'll feel a hard hit, but you felt a soft thing around you.

Jean's body is around yours when you find you two on the street. It takes you a couple seconds to realize what happened.

"Jean, Jean, Jean." you move him. Got he hit by the car? Did he put his body between yours and the car? He looks at you, his eyes searching your gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asks. You nod while he gets up, helping you to fo the same.

"And you? Did it hit you?" He shakes his head.

"I just pulled you against me, that's why we were on the floor." He explains. "None of us got hit. But you have to be more careful, what could have happened to you if I wasn't here? You coul... Y/N?" he asks. Tears are running down your tears. He takes you in a hug, his big and warm body protecting yours.

"Sorry." You say. You feel how he caresses you hair.

"You scared me. I thought the car was going to hit you. Be more careful." You nod. You try to make a joke, to make things more comfortable.

"You're really a good fake brother."

"That's what you think of me?" he asks. Isn't that what he wants you to think? Isn't he the one calling you sis? His hands explore a bit your body, with long caresses from your neck to your low back. His long fingers running slow on your skin.

"That's what you think of me" you answer. He clicks his tongue.

"You never showed any interest in me. I gave up and treated you like a sister. That's what you wanted, no?" You wanted to look at him, but he doesn't let you, pressing your head soflty against his chest.

"I was in love with you, Jean. But you came home and tell my brother how good Mikasa looked and «How are you, little sister?». What I was supossed to do? Compete with an older girl? Make you realize I'm not your little sister?"

He doesn't say nothing for a while. He breathes deeply, before talking.

"Sorry, I was nervous. I thought the car was going to hit you. I thought I was about to see you getting hit." he says. His breath is a little bit irregular now. Taking some valor, you leave a kiss on his chest, where is heart is ubicated. He sighs. "I also liked you. But it didn't feel good, you were my bestie's little sister. I didn't want to ruin my friendship or worse, your relation with your brother. I thought it was better for me to stay away. That's why I treated you like that. I was trying to convince myself. It didn't work." he lets out a little laugh.

"I felt like you were serious about it. That's why I never said anything. But I do like you, Kirstein."

"You're a lucky girl." he says. He keeps your head buried on his chest. "Because I also like you, Bott." he says. He leaves a soft kiss on your hair and, shyly, accompanies you to throw the garbage. There's silence. Once you're walking back, in the same silence, he breaks it. "Should we date, then?" he asks. "We're both adults and we like each other, doesn't it work like that?" he asks. You nod.

"But, Marco?" he says then. Oh, you forgot about him. Marco, your brother, his best friend.

"Oh, true..."

"Well, Marco is home and we aren't." he says. "He isn't going to miss us a couple minutes, right?" his voice getting low as his lips got closer to yours. "You don't know how many times I wanted to kiss those lips or caress this body." he murmurs. You tangle your hands around his neck.

"Why you didn't, then?" you ask. He lets out a little laugh.

"Now I have all the time of the world to kiss you." you feel his soft lips against yours. His hands around your waist and yours tangled on his hair. It feels so good.

"I hope so."

m e a n w h i le

"do you think he confessed?" Connie asks. Marco keeps taking out plates while talking to Connie on the phone.

"They have been out for twenty minutes. I'm a 99% sure he did, and he's corrupting my little sister behind a house." he says.

"He doesn't want to break your sister's relation with you." Connie says. Marco sighs.

"My sister is in love with him. If both like each other, it's none lf my business."

[truglori]

Homebody (Ch.12)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, Smoking

1 1/2 months later

The music from Amiyah’s speaker played at a low level. She was currently in the process of setting up an organizer for her perfume collection. Going back in forth between the instructions on the manual and screwing in the tiny nails she was growing frustrated. It’s been almost and hour now and she was only able to put together two shelves. Throwing down the paper she stood up and slipped on her house shoes. Amiyah needed a break to keep herself from becoming irritated so she walked to the kitchen for a snack.

Keys unlocking the front door caught her attention. It was Durk walking in with another Louis Vuitton bag for the fourth time this week. Amiyah knitted her eyebrows together wondering what was up with all of the shopping he’s been doing. She watched him walk to his to put away his items before he walked back into the livingroom.

“What’s up sis? You didn’t have to work today?” Durk asked pulling out his weed tray and breaking down the bud.

Amiyah walked over to him and sat down. “Nope I was just getting ready to make me some food but I’m too tired to cook.” Taking a pillow she cradled it in her lap.

He snickered rolling up his blunt. “I’ll order something for you if you want?”

Nodding her head Amiyah grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it on. She flipped through the channels hoping to find something to ease her mind for the moment. Durk leaned back next to her sparking up the blunt. Amiyah watched him inhale and exhale the smoke through his nose. Reaching her hand out she made a gesture asking for a hit.

“You know damn well you don’t smoke.” He removed the blunt from his mouth but handed it to her anyway. Durk figured it would be funny to see her try to get high for the first time.

Amiyah grabbed it using her nail tips she took a pull and inhaled the smoke smoothly and blew it out. She did it a few times and then she passed it back.

Durk furrowed his brows looking surprise before sending her a blank stare. “Miyah who the hell taught you how to do that?” He asked gently snatching the blunt away from her.

She laughed and was about to say his name before she caught herself. Shrugging her shoulders her eyes fell to the floor. The grip on her pillow tightened against her chest. Her memory went back to the night she watched how Erik did his technique in the car and she copied him. The thought of him made her sad all over again. Amiyah would always do good until she did something that reminded her of him then she would get a strong feeling of emotions that washed over her.

It’s been over a month since she last seen him. Since the night she ended it with him to be exact. After that it was like he never existed. No more phone calls or text messages. He hasn’t even been by the apartment since then either. Before, if she saw her brother coming in she knew that Erik would be right there behind him with his beautiful smirk on his face that displayed his dimples. But there’s been nothing and it made her miserable inside.

Amiyah didn’t want to be the reason for him to not come over anymore. She was used to seeing his face almost every other day and to see that it changed because of her made her upset with herself. Not only that, because of his absence, Amiyah didn’t know if Erik and her brother were still good friends. Durk had mentioned his in a conversation a week after their last exchange and that was the last time. Amiyah was worried about him. She wanted to know how he was doing but mostly she wanted to have a second chance with him.

“Yo what you got a taste for?” Durk snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Uh it doesn’t matter. Whatever you order.” She sighed sitting the pillow next to her.

He nodded his head as he finished his blunt putting it in his ashtray. A text notification came to his phone. Amiyah heard him curse before messaging whoever it was back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just going back and forth with this promoter about letting me throw a bash at the club for the night. You know with Valentines Day coming up on Saturday.” Durk answered staying on his phone.

Amiyah knitted her brows. “Why you tryna throw a bash? Why not just get VIP and call it a night?” She asked confused leaning her head on her hand.

Durk smacked his lips. “Because I’m doing this for the whole hood. Plus it’s a celebration for something else that I’m not telling yo nosy ass about. But I’m have my niggas to the right and nothing but bad bitches to the left. It’s bout to be a movie.” He playfully plucked her nose before getting up going into the kitchen.

Amiyah followed after she heard who he planned to have there. Erik popped into her head. She wanted to know if he was going to be one of the members in the group. She had to know so she figured she could ask for an invite.

“Well can I go?” She sat on the counter next to him.

Durk chuckled. “Since when you go to parties?”

“Since now. So can I come?” Folding her arms she pressed for the second time.

“No. Amiyah I’m not allowing you around these people. You know I don’t like you being around that type of shit anyway.” He stated while eating grapes from out of the package.

Amiyah scoffed. “ ‘Allow’? Durk I thought we just made up about this. You promised you would stop treating me like a baby and let me live and learn responsibility. That was what you told me, remember?”

After her and Erik’s first argument she had him take her home. Later that night Durk came back to find her there. He was happy that she decided to come back and they talked out their problems. Amiyah told him how she felt about him treating her like a child and how he had to stop. Durk was hesitant but agreed in letting her make her own choices from now on to help her become responsible.

Placing the bag of fruit on the table Durk eyed his sister folding his arms as well. He shook his head as he gave in.

“Damn alright you can go but yo ass is standing beside me the whole night. I’m not playing with you Amiyah.”

Interrupting him Amiyah hopped off the counter jumping up and down clapping her hands. She skipped up to him and wrapped her arms around his body giving him a bear hug.

“Thank you big brother!” She grabbed his face bringing it down to kiss his cheek.

“Miyah stop acting like I keep yo ass chained up in this house all day ‘fore I change my mind. Extra ass.” He pushed her away.

“Okay I have to get an outfit, my nails done. Can I bring Kelly? Who’s all going to be there?” She rushed him with questions.

“I guess you can bring the one and only lil friend you got.” He laughed.

Amiyah pushed his shoulder. “Okay but who’s gonna be there?” She asked hoping to get the answer she was anticipating for.

He shrugged. “I don’t know shit Moe, Erik, Cane, and a few other people I rock with.”

Her heart stopped when she heard Erik’s name. But when she heard Cane’s she felt her stomach flutter with nerves. How the hell did her brother know Cane? It was too much for her to catch up with the fact that two of the guys in his circle had her caught up. If they were both planning on being at the bash then Amiyah would try her best to avoid being around them at the same time.

“Cool!” She gave a half smile.

Durk snapped his fingers. “Oh I’ve been meaning to ask you. Your birthday coming up in a few weeks. Got any plans?”

“No not really. Why?” She stepped closer trying to figure out what he had planned.

“If you down I was thinking outta the country and a place that has dazzling white sand and water so clear that you can see your toes in it. What you think about that?” He asked speaking in a narrator tone.

Amiyah covered her mouth. “Please tell me you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

Durk laughed at her reaction. “You tryna go to Turks and Caicos or what?”

Amiyah jumped on him as he caught her. Turks and Caicos was one of her top places she had on her traveling bucket list. She couldn’t believe that he was able to make this happen for her. She was truly greaful but curious.

“Wait I want to go but why you trying to bring me now? You coming up on here with shopping bags every other day and now you taking me on vacation. I mean I know you got money and everything but did you win the lottery or something?” She asked playfully unable to contain her smile.

He laughed. “You asking too many questions. Next week I’ll give you some money so you can start shopping for the trip. But right now I got to go check out the venue I’ll be back. Love you kid.” He tapped her head before leaving.

Amiyah smiled watching her brother disappear out the door.

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“So you tryna tell me you never saw the movie Soul Food?” Harmony stopped in the middle of crocheting her blanket.

Erik chuckled shaking his head. “Nah I told you I wasn’t a big movie watcher growing up.”

“But Soul Food is a classic though. Like how you do as a black person go your whole life without watching it? Make it make sense Erik?” She giggled going back to her knitting.

“Damn you ain’t gotta come for my childhood like that though.” He sat up on her furniture.

“Oh that’s right I keep forgetting your younger than me so I understand.”

Erik rolled his eyes shaking his head. He was 25 and she was 26. Harmony only had him by one year and always had to bring it up almost every time they got together. But Erik knew it was nothing but jokes with her. They were at her duplex hanging out for the afternoon. Over the past couple of weeks Erik got acquainted with Harmony really well. Her and her brother took over the bar where she worked that her parents passed down to them. She lived right around the block from him. But also they had a lot in common. Both were private people, had similar taste in music, like the same foods, and the lastly great at being single.

Harmony surprised him the first time they had a real deep conversation. She let him know that she wasn’t too bothered with trying to get into a relationship. She said she always had problems in the past so she never did much to try to strive for a new one, but she did remain open minded in the same instance. To Erik she was cool about it and didn’t really bring it up unless he spoke on the subject. They were only friends but they did mess around two or three times, if you want to count a quickie in the bathroom of the bar that she worked at as once.

Their escapades started two weeks ago. Erik thought for sure that he was going to have to deal with her sudden clingy-ness but it didn’t turn out like that. He had to reach out to her afterwards and Harmony told him that she was okay with being friends and fucking at the same time. After that they became somewhat close friends.

Erik got a text from Durk asking to meet up with him about the Valentines Day bash he was throwing. Sending a text back that he was on the way he slipped his phone in his pocket and stood up from the couch.

“I would love to stay but I gotta meet up with someone.” He looked down at her.

Harmony stood up nodding her head. “I’ll walk you out.”

Walking to the door Erik turned around. “Listen my mans is throwing this party on Saturday. If you want to come you can if you free.” He sucked in his top lip.

Harmony smirked biting her bottom one. She stepped closer towards him with a hand on her hip. “You tryna introduce me to your boys already?”

He glanced back in her house before back at her. “I’m just inviting you out to have a good time but if you happened to meet them while doing so then shit yeah.”

Grabbing his shirt she pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Erik wrapped one of his free arms around her tiny waist and traveled down her back to her ass cheeks gripping her left one. He felt her moan into his mouth before she broke the kiss.

Wiping the gloss from his lips she pushed him away and smirked. “I’ll be there.” She stated eyeing him up and down and then closed her door on him.

It took Erik twenty minutes to make it to the auto garage. Getting out and locking his car he headed inside to see Durk, Moe, and Cane gathered around one of the vehicles parked inside. The moment Erik made eye contact with Cane he felt the anger within him ignite. Just being in his presence always made Erik put the blame on him for how things between him and Amiyah ended. When he found out that he took her on a date behind his back Erik was heated and wanted to fuck him up but had to hold off because he didn’t want Durk to know the reason behind it but when Amiyah told him that he kissed her Erik was livid. He couldn’t believe that the same kid who he thought he would like was the same one who turned out to be a snake.

Erik kept his distance from Cane since he put the two and two together and kept it that way. They never said a word to each other unless they had to work with Durk. Strictly for business and that’s all. But Erik was still on edge with Cane knowing about him and Amiyah even though they weren’t together anymore, he just didn’t like the fact that the little nigga had something on him.

Walking up to the trio Erik dapped Mor and Durk, purposefully leaving Cane out. Durk gave a look wondering what was the animosity that the two had against each other all of a sudden before shaking it off.

“What’s up E! Fuck you been at nigga?” Durk asked leaning on the hood of the truck.

“Chillin. So what’s going on with this party you throwing? What’s up with that?” Erik stood next to him between him and Moe.

Durk smirked and paused looking at them. “I just figured I could celebrate the fact that I’m fifteen million dollars richer than a bitch and now in business with Shawns old connect.”

“Damn nigga you finally made that shit happen. Now you could put me in charge of some of these corners, take some of the load of your hands.” Cane spoke with excitement as he dapped him up.

Durk laughed. “Nigga you gonna have to earn that shit. Ain’t nothing given over here.” He nudged him back.

Cane smacked his lips shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Aye congrats man.” Moe spoke up.

Durk saluted him before turning to Erik.

“Erik what you think about that? You know when we get our first few keys I’ma need some help. I want you to be my partner.”

“Nah. I’m not tryna get into this type of business man. I told you after this last job we just did three weeks ago was it for me. I’m done.” Erik spoke truthfully.

Durk shook his head. “Well you didn’t look done to me when we was getting that money.”

*Three Weeks Ago*

Moe sat behind the wheel of the all blacked out SUV. Erik rested in the passenger seat while Durk and Cane hid in the back. Parked at least 200 ft away from the small luxurious house with a fence surrounding the perimeter. Erik used his binoculars to find where his target and accomplice were. It was eight at night and Alexis sent Durk a text letting them know that the two of them would be leaving soon. She informed them about the weekend trip he was bringing her on and told them that it would be better for them to come and get the money after they were gone.

Erik heard an irritated sigh leave out of Canes mouth.

“When these muthafuckas gon leave? I’m tryna get these M’s and be out. We already looking suspicious being in this big ass car.” He sucked his teeth putting on his black gloves.

“Nigga would you shut the fuck up. Yo ass been talking for the past ten minutes.” Durk blew out smoke from his blunt.

“Look she said they was gonna be out any minute now so chill the fuck out!” Erik’s voice heightened without looking back.

Within the next fifteen minutes Alexis was walking out with Shawn. They put their luggage in the trunk before hopping inside the car. After a few minutes of observing them Erik watched as they pulled out the gated driveway and down the road. Durk waited until he got a text from Alexis letting him know that they were on the highway heading to the airport. Moe turned on the truck and pulled up right in front of the house to make it easier to getaway. Getting out Erik, Durk, and Cane put on their gloves and ski mask on their heads so that by the time they would walk inside the home they could pull them down to avoid any security cameras.

“Y’all niggas know the fucking drill. We get the money and we out this bitch. Cane grab the duffles.” Durk instructed as he put his glock on his waist.

Erik watched as Cane did was he was told. His expression was irritated by the fact that he had to take orders which Erik figured he wasn’t to doing. Cane had the attitude of trying to be a leader but he just didn’t know how to operate as one yet. Erik picked up his own duffle and walked to the driver side where Moe was seated.

“You remember the signal right? Hit the lock alarm on the truck in a pattern of three times if you feel like something’s wrong.”

“But Durk said not to interrupt unless I actually see someone coming.” Moe stated unsure.

Looking over towards Durk and Cane who were waiting Erik shook his head turning back to Moe. “Trust me man. If you feel like something is wrong give us a heads up. Better safe and out of jail than sorry. Got it?” Erik knitted his eyebrows letting him know that he was serious.

Moe nodded and rolled up his window. Erik then started to hike towards the gate. Entering the code that was given to him he put it in watching the wide gates open slowly. They headed towards the house. Checking around the perimeter of the area, they planned to avoid using the front door. So they asked Alexis to leave one of her side doors unlocked. Cane walked towards it first and wiggled the handle. When the door popped up with ease he looked back and smiled before sliding his mask over his face. Durk and Erik did the same following him inside.

The three pair of eyes wandered around in amaze as the toured throughout the luxurious mini mansion. Erik shook his head as he thought about how Alexis didn’t have a problem risking living like this just to satisfy her selfish needs. She had everything that she ever wanted. Money, cars, the latest fashion, and her hair and nails were always in tip top shape.

Not only that but this house that she could live in full time if she chose to. From the way she would tell them how Shawn was stuck on stupid over her let Erik know that the nigga loved her enough to put up with her and her how shit. There was no way that he was going around town not knowing what his own fiancée was doing. He had to know but just to stupid in love to do anything about it. Erik scoffed to himself never wanting to be that deep in love with someone.

“Aye y’all niggas come up here! I think I got something.” Cane shouted from the top of the banister on the second floor.

Jogging up the stairs, Erik behind Durk, went into the master bedroom. They looked around trying to see why he called them in there.

“Nigga what are we supposed to be looking at?” Durk asked through his mask.

“That’s what I thought when I came in here at first. Nothing looks out of the ordinary but check this out. This some rich shit here.” Going over to the walk in closet Cane pushed aside some of Shawns suits that was hanging up revealing a small red button. When he clicked it the wall slid to the side disappearing.

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me.” Erik whispered to himself.

It was a panic room. Inside the blue neon lit medium sized room was guns holstered against the wall. The ammo inside their cases sat to the side. Erik looked to the right to find that there was some of Shawn’s famous ice pieces laid out on a shelf. All of his most prized possessions was in this room and they had access to all of it. But Erik wasn’t here for that. They had a mission and that was to try and walk out with as much of that money as they can.

“Fuck y’all niggas doing standing around. Get to bagging this shit up.” Durk laughed unzipping his duffel bags.

The money was in a clear casing directly in the middle of the room. It was too much cash to try and fit it all in one duffel bag so they all got three each but it still didn’t look like it would work. Working as fast as they could they were starting to run out of room.

“Durk we don’t have enough bags for this shit.” Cane told him standing up.

Durk looked up at him while placing the stacks in his bags. “So then go run ya ass down to the truck dump it out and come back in here for the rest.” Erik could see that Cane looked confused through his mask. “Now!” Durk yelled.

After the repeated cycle of going back and forth it took them fifteen minutes to gather all of the money. Durk grabbed what he had left and went to the car while Erik and Cane got the rest. To Erik’s surprise everything was going smooth until he seen Cane reach for Shawns jewelry. He knew that it was a bad idea but decided not to say anything. That would be the consequences that Cane would have to deal with and not him.

The sound of the car alarm went off and they immediately ran out of the room and out the house. Throwing the bags in the back Erik hopped back into the car. Moe pulled off once they were safely in. Pulling off his mask he felt Durk slap his shoulder and laughing in celebration as if he just won the lottery.

“With all this money right here. Mufuckas gon be calling me the black Pablo Escobar because I’m bout to take over all of this shit.” Durk laughed smelling the cash.

Erik shook his head. He was glad that it was finally over but deep down inside him he had a terrible feeling that it was the worst decision he ever made.

*Flashback Over*

Erik folded his arms as he jogged his memory of the prior event.“I’ll have to think about it. This some serious shit you asking me Durk. Next level shit.”

Durk smacked his lips. “You always gotta think about some shit instead of doing it. But anyways, I’m doing a lil bash and I want y’all niggas to be there.”

Everyone shook their head agreeing.

“It’s gonna be some bad bitches in there right? I might have to throw on my best walking up in that bitch.” Cane joked around showing off his new Patek Philippe watch.

“I don’t know why you asking. They ain’t gon be worried about ya young broke ass with that pond shop watch you got on.” Durk clowned him rolling his eyes.

Erik smirked watching Cane dismiss him with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be there and I’ma bring a plus one. That’s cool?” Erik asked dapping him up. He seen Cane looking confused at him out the corner of his eye.

“So you done found someone else to get ya dick wet? I thought you was gonna be stuck on that bitch Alexis for a minute.” Durk teased him smiling.

“Fuck you worried about my dick for? Gay ass!” Erik laughed pushing him. “Nah she just a friend. I met her at this bar she work at down from my place. She real cool.” He smiled thinking about Harmony.

“Well I’ll be the judge of that when I meet her. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

The two dapped each other up with a side hug and departed from one another.

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“You sure your brother ain’t gonna have a problem with you putting on that outfit for tonight.” Kelley question Amiyah as she pulled down the front of her dress.

It was finally Saturday night. The night of the Valentine’s Day bash and it was fifteen minutes after nine. They were running late. Durk had told her make it before that time so that she would be let inside without any complications but of course she didn’t listen. Amiyah was stuck choosing between dresses as the time went by. After finding out that Erik was going to be there she wanted to look her best. She hadn’t seen him in a month and she was going to try and impress him some how.

“Why? Do I look okay? Does it fit my body right?” She rambled the questions as she tried to take off the fifth dress for the night.

Kelley rolled her eyes getting. She was already dressed and ready to pick her up by eight thirty but when she walked in Amiyah’s room she was still in her bra and panties.

“You look fine. I think that this is the one you should actually wear. You look beautiful.” She rested her chin on her opened shoulder giving her a soft smile.

Amiyah glanced at her appearance in her body length mirror. She tugged at the pink tie-dye fashion nova Rustic Root Ruched Mini Dress. Her shoulders were out in the open and her cleavage on full display. She knew that there was no way she would be around her brother tonight. Knowing him he would try to send her back home to change and embarrass her in front of everyone. Amiyah blew out air of frustration while throwing her head back.

“Your not just saying that because I’m taking too long are you?” She squinted her eyes at Kelley.

Kelley giggled. “Yes I am but it do look good now let’s hurry up and go before we don’t get in at all.”

Finishing up her final touches Amiyah did a last sweep over her body before grabbing her coat and heading out with Kelley to her car. The club was a good twenty minutes away but with there barely being any cars out tonight they made it in fifteen. Pulling up to the location Kelley and Amiyah both whispered a “damn” at the scene in front of them.

“Your brother wasn’t lying when he said that he was gon have the whole hood pop out.” Kelley exclaimed as she fortunately found parking.

“I guess he wasn’t.” Amiyah whispered to herself. She was starting to feel self conscious about her choice of clothing all over again. The expression was written on her face.

“Listen let me tell you this. We are about to go up in here and have the best night of our lives. We gon dance, diss any niggas that try to step to us, drink, and get fucked up. Don’t worry about what other people think. They already have an idea of you in their head so why stress yourself trying to change it. Fuck what they think.” Kelley lectured while applying her lip gloss.

Amiyah giggled nodding her head. Her confidence level going up just a bit from the pep talk. She answered her back with a “thank you” as they got out the car. Walking hand and hand, they walked to the front of the line. The music blasting on the inside was clearly audible on the out. Sounds of people complaining could be heard when they reached the bouncer.

“I hate to be the one to tell you beautiful ladies but the end of the line is down there.” The tall and buff light skinned bouncer pointed in the direction.

“Oh see we’re with her brother, the one who’s supposed to be hosting the bash, Durk.” Kelley spoke for them.

He raised an eyebrow looking back and forth between them. “Y’all with Durk?”

They nodded in unison while smiling.

“Yeah well you and everyone else. Now get to the back of my line.” His face stern and unfazed.

“Wait Durk is my brother and he told me to be here early but I was running late. Can you just let us in and I’ll bring him back out here to confirm it.” Amiyah pleaded with her hands folded.

“Girl you not the first one that claimed to be some type of family member of his to get in free. Besides I ain’t never heard about Durk having no sister.” The bouncer eyed her up and down with disbelief.

Amiyah sighed. She didn’t even bother to try and call him because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hear it over the loud music. She gave Kelley an apologetic look as they started to walked to the end but the sound of someone calling her name stopped her.

“Amiyah?”

Turning around she saw Cane walking up to the front. He was wearing a white Christian Dior newspaper denim jean jacket. Underneath was a plain black Dior shirt and black washed jeans to match. Inhaling a sharp breath, Amiyah forgot about him being one of those included.

“Hey Cane. What are you doing here?” She replied softly. She was embarrassed being seen walking to the back of the line.

“I’m here for the party. Why you not inside?” He asked with a smile.

“The bouncer won’t let us in. He thinks we’re just tryna cut the line.” She shrugged rolling her eyes at the security guy.

Cane laughed catching her action. “Do you not know who the host is to this shit? Your brother, that nigga should be escorting you in.”

Amiyah laughed shaking her head.

“Come on. I got y’all.”

Kelley smirked at her as they folded their arms together walking back to the front. They stood next to Cane watching him speak to the guy.

“Yo Diamond, they with me and this is Durk lil sis. Remember her face and think twice next time before you try and keep her from getting in. Got it?” Cane tapped his shoulder creating space for them to walk pass.

“I got it.” The bouncer mumbled letting them by.

When they made it in it was packed to the max in the venue. There was beautiful women and fine men all through the place. Pop Smokes- Hello bombed through the speakers. Bottle girls danced while holding up Don Julio 1942’s and sparklers in the air. Amiyah was impressed with the turn out. She reached for Kelley as they both of their lips curled up with excitement.

“We bout to be lit as fuck.” Kelley yelled over the music.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder she turned to face Cane. His eyes traveling over her body made her stomach fill up with nerves. “Yeah?”

“VIP is up there. I think your brother would want you to be there.” Cane licked his lips. His eyes couldn’t stop going below her face.

Amiyah nodded. “Okay.” She grabbed Kelley’s hand as he led the way up the stairs.

Spotting her brother, Durk had different girls surrounding him. One was twerking on him while the other two recorded and took shots from the tequila bottles. Amiyah rolled her eyes at the sight. Walking over to him she patted his shoulder trying to get his attention.

“Can I help you?” He snapped his head at her.

Amiyah chuckled noticing he was tipsy but also that he didn’t even recognize her. “Really Derrick you don’t even know your own sister?” She folded her arms.

Pushing the girl who was dancing on him out the way he faced her looking over her. Durks face contorted up confused at her outfit.

“Who are you? Because I know Amiyah ass ain’t come out the house like that-“

“Don’t start Durk you promise.” She cut him off reminding him.

He took off his jacket and pushed it towards her. “Here at least put this on.”

Amiyah laughed pushing it away. “I left mine in the car for a reason. Leave me alone.” She started to walk away but felt him grab her wrist.

“Unh uh I didn’t forget. I told you you was going to stay beside me all night, so have fun.” He went back to letting the girls dance on him.

Kelley looked at him with disgust before turning to her friend. “I’m about to get us a drink from the bar. I’ll be back...maybe.” She stated the last part lowly but Amiyah heard it. She watched her leave the VIP section.

Opening up one of the 1942’s that was on the table Amiyah figured she could get her drink on right here. Tilting her head back she allowed the liquor to go down her throat. She made a sour face shaking her head from the taste. She repeated it giving herself four shots. Amiyah wasn’t much of a drinker so it didn’t take much to get her tipsy. Standing on the couch next to her brother she rocked side to side rapping the lyrics along to the song.

“Amiyah sit ya light weight ass down.” Durk yelled drunkenly towards her.

She waved him off and continued to do her thing. From the way she was standing she had a view of whoever was going to come in the section. She thought it was the liquor playing tricks with her until she saw him take more steps coming up. He was dressed in a two tone knitted Givenchy sweater with black jeans. The blinging from his watch and gold chains around his neck caught her eyes. When he smiled he revealed the gold canines in his mouth. His beard looking freshly moisturized and his waves on swim. His eyes were low which told her that he probably smoke a couple of blunts before coming inside. He looked so good.

Amiyah watched as he greeted everyone in the section with salutes and daps before walking up to her brother who was seated next to her.

“Nigga why the fuck you got to come up here and show me out for my shit?” Durk yelled playfully standing up and boxing him.

Amiyah watched as they interacted with each other. At least her question from earlier was answered. They look like they were still best friends.

“Come on man, this light work.” His voice coming out as smooth as butter.

“Yeah whatever nigga.” Durk turned towards her making her status known. “Miyah you not gon say what’s up to Erik?”

When she heard his name she got butterflies in her stomach. It was like it was her first time meeting him all over again. After a month of not seeing him nothing had changed. Her feelings for him never fading but only enhancing the minute she saw him.

“Hey Erik.” She smiled softly putting the bottle that was in her hand down and stepped off the seat.

Erik nodded his head towards her. “What’s good!” He stated nonchalantly. Amiyah couldn’t deny that she was hurt from the tone in his voice. He didn’t even smile at her, only just a nod. But yet they kept eye contact with each other.

“So where she at? I’m trying to meet this “friend”.” Durk asked doing the quotation marks with his fingers.

Amiyah stood to the side confused hearing her brother over the loud music. She didn’t realize that there was a small petite woman standing somewhat behind Erik until her brother mentioned the word ‘she’. She watched as Erik held her hand pulling her in front of him. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into him as he rocked them side to side lightly.

“This is my friend Harmony. Harmony this is my best friend and brother Durk.” Erik smiled introducing them. Amiyah felt a sting when he didn’t even bother to introduce her.

She laughed holding her hand out to shake his. “Hi it’s nice to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you Durk.”

Amiyah observed Harmony. She was beautiful. Nice brown skin complexion, pretty hair that looked natural like it was hers, her outfit hugged her coke bottle shape. She had the perfect breast to hips and ass ratio. Her waist barely existing. Amiyah took note of everything. Everything that she dreamed to be but wasn’t. Sadness clouded over her face as she watched them embrace each other.

“Well I hope he told you only good things. But fuck all that you are beautiful ma. I don’t know how you ended up with this ugly ass nigga.” Durk joked around.

Erik gave him a straight face before laughing. “Fuck outta here. So what’s up where the drinks at? You know I need my shit.”

Durk nodded his head going to the table and grabbed his personal bottle of Hennessy and handing it to him. “Drink up!”

Amiyah watched him crack open his bottle and drunk it down like it was water. The little action reminding her of the time when she was at his condo and how he sipped on the bitter drink before showing her the crazy things he could do with his tongue. Amiyah bit her inner cheek grabbing her own bottle and throwing it back two more times.

“Damn girl you can drink.” She heard a light voice laugh. Turning her head while wiping her mouth she saw that it was Harmony.

Amiyah smiled shyly. “I’m just tryna turn up while I can.” Her words a little slurred.

“I’m Harmony. I came with Erik.” Harmony held her hand out again.

Amiyah glanced at it quickly before shaking it. “Amiyah.”

“That’s a pretty name. Are you Durks girl?” She asked genuinely.

Amiyah scrunched her face up doing a fake puke. “Uh no that’s my brother. I came here with him and my friend who’s somewhere around here.”

Harmony laughed holding her fist up to her mouth. She shook her head. “I’m sorry I just saw you standing up here next to him that’s all. Erik didn’t tell me he had a sister.”

“It’s okay.” Amiyah turned her direction towards Erik who was sipping on his bottle while listening to whatever Durk was telling him in his ear. Once again she was hurt when Harmony told her that she didn’t know about her.

For the rest of the night she remained in same spot. Babysitting the area. Kelley came back a few times trying to get her to sneak away but she didn’t want to. Her mood was ruined every time she would look in their direction to find Harmony grinding on Erik and him standing there catching what she was throwing. So she drunk her bottle and danced next to her brother who would wrap his arm over her shoulder as they rapped to whatever song was playing.

In the mist of the party Amiyah saw Erik whisper something to Harmony before getting up to leave the section. She figured she could use this chance to find him and talk to him. To see how he was doing. To get him to look at her the way he used to. Anything to be near him.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Amiyah shouted to her brother who only nodded his head drinking out of her bottle.

Walking out the section she bumped and squeeze passed the bodies. She didn’t have a clue where he went. She thought she could catch up with him but with a crowd like the one that was in there tonight it was hopeless. Amiyah gave up trying to search for his frame over the party goers. She strolled to the back hall that held the bathrooms. Going inside the music level dimmed down making it easy to hear if someone was to have a conversation back here.

Dragging her fingers across the wall, her head stayed down not paying attention to what was in front of her causing her to bump into someone.

“Damn my bad.” His deep voice spoke lowly.

Looking up, it was Erik. His eyes were low and going over her body as he stroked his beard.

“It’s o-okay.” Her words becoming a stutter.

Erik nodded his head. She looked tipsy to him or maybe even drunk. He never seen her in this state so it was hard for him to decipher. But Erik knew that he couldn’t leave her alone like this. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.

“You good? You look a lil fucked up.” He spoke bluntly.

“I’m fine. I didn’t have that much.” Amiyah replied. She was tipsy but still was aware of what she was doing.

“I could wait until your finished in the bathroom. We could walk back together.” Erik shoved his hands in his pockets.

Amiyah leaned on the wall with her hands behind her back. “I don’t think your girlfriend would like the sight of us coming back at the same time.”

He smirked as his jaw clenched. “You worried about her when all I’m trying to do is make sure you make it back safe. I don’t want none of these weird ass niggas trying shit. But you thinking about Harmony.” He shook his head as he leaned against the other wall directly in front of her.

“I’m just saying she might get the wrong idea-“

“She’s not my girl.” Erik spoke up cutting her sentence.

Amiyah rolled her eyes and scoffed. “You told me that the last time.” She mumbled knowing he could hear.

Erik’s faces scrunched up. “What’s it to you? Why does it matter if she’s my girl or not?” His arms now folded.

“Because I just find it funny how quick you moved on that fast.” Amiyah snapped looking him up and down.

Erik chuckled. “But wasn’t it you that broke up with me? So I don’t get how you could be hurt by the fact that I’m moving on and you stuck.”

“No Erik I’m hurt at the fact that you act like nothing happened between us.” She was gaining her liquid courage when she stepped in his face. “And how you can just bring her here to meet my brother but not have the decency to even look my way.”

Erik sucked in his bottom lip watching her express herself. “Still don’t know what that got to do with you.” He shrugged.

He was just as hurt as she was. His feelings for her were still raw and there but he wanted to make her feel the same way he felt when she ended it with him. When Erik introduce Harmony to Durk and not Amiyah he did it on purpose. The way he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to his was on purpose. The way he let her dance on him in front of her was on purpose. He could feel her stares on them. Erik was hurt and he wanted her to know what he was feeling.

Amiyah scoffed shaking her head. “What is it about her that’s so special? What? The fact that you can fuck her without having to worry about her crazy ass brother finding out about it. That’s why you’re fucking her?”

Erik chuckled. “How would you know if I’m fucking her or not?”

“For you to be some drug dealer you sure are a fucking coward Erik!” Amiyah pushed his chest but he caught her by the wrist.

“I told you I’m not a fucking drug dealer and for someone to not ride dick...you sure are riding mine. Why you worried about who I’m fucking if you ain’t the fucking me?” Erik’s words were hard.

Amiyah stared at him. “I hate you.” She mumbled looking at his lips trying to free herself.

Erik backed her into the wall. He put her hands above her head and interlocking their fingers as he looked down at her and towered over her body. “Fuck you say to me?”

“I said I hate you-“

Her words were cut off with his lips connecting to hers. His hold left her hands and his arms wrapped around her waist. Traveling down to her ass he cupped both cheeks firmly. Erik felt his dick jump when she moaned into his mouth . Her tongue gliding with his as he felt the warmth of it overtaking his body. It’s been over a month since he felt her lips. Erik’s heart was beating fast knowing that it was risky to be making out with Durks sister and how anyone could walk in and see them. But he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to.

Amiyah moaned as she held his face bringing him impossibly closer than what he already was. She could taste the Hennessy off of his tongue mixed with her tequila. She was putting everything that she was feeling into this kiss. She wanted him to know that she missed him and wanted to start over. She didn’t mean it when she said that she hated him. With the alcohol and emotions getting in the way she wanted to say anything to keep him by her.

Erik pulled away with a tug of her lower lip and placed a soft peck on it. He cursed at himself for falling weak for her once again. No matter how much space they had away from each other she was always able to pull him in.

“What is it about her that I’m not?” Amiyah interrupted his thoughts. She tried to stop herself from asking the question but she wanted to know.

Erik sighed putting his forehead against hers. “You gotta learn how to stop questioning yourself when it comes to these other females. Your beautiful ma. Stop that shit.” He gave her one last kiss on the top of her head as he left her standing there alone going back to the party.

“Okay.” Amiyah whispered to herself.

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[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Secret || Sarah Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Request: can u do a sarah one were the reader is a jj’s sister and kiaras best friend but she’s secretly dating sarah and then kiara and the pogues all find out and jj’s ok with it after understanding and u can do whatever with kie 😊

“God I could stay here forever,” You moan, digging your face into Sarah’s hair as the two of you cuddle on her large bed.

“I wish you never had to leave,” She agrees. You two had been dating for four months now and while neither of you were ashamed of the other you’d mutually agreed to keep it quiet for awhile.

“JJ gets home in an hour and he’s expecting me to be home. I can’t have Kiara cover for me again, she’s starting to get suspicious.” You loved your brother dearly but he was protective, especially since he’d practically been serving as your father figure for years. Your best friend Kiara had been covering for you a lot since you and Sarah had gotten together but she was starting to ask questions and you were afraid of how she would react if she knew the truth. Her and Sarah didn’t have the best relationship.

“Yeah Rafe will be home from golfing soon and if he spots you it’ll be hell on earth. No offense.” She apologizes at the end and you shrug. You didn’t blame her for her brother’s hatred for the pogues, especially your own brother.

“None taken. If any of my friends knew where I was right now they’d probably call me a kook sympathizer. Or a helpless victim,” You smirk while she slaps your shoulder playfully.

“They wouldn’t call you a victim if they heard how you were moaning my name twenty minutes ago.”

“No they’d just think I’d been brainwashed. The big bad Sarah Cameron got into my head and made me fall in love with her, oh no, the world is going to end.”

“Hey I’ll admit to that one. Now I get you all to myself,” She leans in and plants a sweet watermelon flavored kiss on your lips.

“I could do that all day,” You smile when you pull away but then frown, “But unfortunately I have to leave.”

“So soon?” She pouts as you stand up and start gathering your things.

“Babe believe me. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t be. I’ll be back at 9AM on Saturday, JJ’s working another double.” You lean down and give her another kiss and when you pull away she reaches over on her dresser to grab the expensive diamond bracelet that she always wore. It was practically pocket change to her but you’d have to save up for at least a year to be able to afford it.

“Will you wear it?” She asks, pleading up at you with her big brown eyes that you could never resist.

“I wouldn’t want to loose it,” You reply but sigh when she pouts, “If I loose this it’s on you.” You warn, slipping the expensive jewelry over your wrist.

She shrugs, “My dad gave it to me to make up for marrying Rose back before I was able to tolerate her. Do you have any idea how many ‘makeup’ gifts he’s gotten me?”

“I have an idea. I have nothing to give you of mine though.”

“Oh don’t worry. I already took my little souvenir,” She winks as she lifts up her shirt to reveal your lacy red bra covering her chest.

“Sarah Cameron you sneaky little shit,” You smirk as she laughs and pulls her shirt back down.

“I guess you’ll have to leave the girls out.”

“Yeah well me and the girls need to leave. I guess I’ll just have to take this.” You grab one of her sweatshirts off the chair next to her dresser and pull it over your head.

“Oh so my plan failed. Well if you insist. Text me later?” You nod and the two of you kiss one last time before you climb out her window and make the way towards your house.

Sometime along the way you get a text from Kie telling you everyone is meeting up at John B’s so you change your direction, walking towards the chateau. Eventually you start to get hot and, deciding that nobody is around to see your braless chest, pull off the hoodie and tie it around your waist.

When you receive another message stating that JJ is pissed and demanding to know where you are you start to speed up until you’re walking up the front steps of the house, completely forgetting to put the hoodie back on. Not that it matters, all the guys have seen you shirtless at some point anyway (it’s a long story).

You step inside the porch, immediately seeing your brother’s angry face staring back at you, “Where the hell have you been all day?”

“I- um-“ You look back at Kie to silently ask what excuse she told him. She mouths ‘sorry’ as JJ waves his hand in front or your face.

“Don’t look at her. Did you forget that I got off early today? I’ve been off work for hours Y/N. So again, where the hell have you- are you not wearing a bra? What the hell Y/N, were you out screwing someone?!” You push past him into the house.

“It’s none of your damn business where I was JJ. I’m here now aren’t I?” You pull the hoodie off your waist and toss it on the couch before sitting down and leaning back, closing your eyes.

“It is my business because I’m trying to keep you safe! It’s my responsibility as your older brother to- Y/N what the fuck is this?” You open your eyes and they quickly widen as you see what JJ is holding in front of you.

Sarahs hoodie. You didn’t realize before that it was one of her old ones from when she played volleyball and mentally curse yourself as you read ‘Cameron’ on the back in big bold lettering.

“Are you macking Rafe Cameron?! You better not be!” He yells angrily as you stand up and yank the piece of clothing out of his hands.

“Hell no! Are you crazy?!” You yell back.

“Then why the hell do you have a sweatshirt that says Cameron on the back?! Where the hell did that bracelet come from?”

“Oh my god,” Kiara breathes, stepping forward to inspect the diamonds around your wrist, immediately recognizing them, “It’s not Rafe. It’s Sarah.”

“What?” JJ steps back. Kiara was the only person who knew you were bisexual.

“Are you macking Sarah?” Kiara asks.

“Kie-“

“Just tell me Y/N. Are you macking Sarah Cameron?”

“No- yes- it’s not like that. Me and Sarah are together. Like dating.” You finally admit, staring down at the ground.

A look of betrayal comes over her face and she steps back in shock. JJ’s eyes widen as he steps forward in her place. Even John B and Pope who’d been standing off to the side watching had looks of shock on their faces.

“You’re-? Why didn’t you tell me? How long?” Your brother asks.

“Bisexual...I wasn’t ready to tell anybody. Sarah and I have been together for four months.”

“Four months?! You’ve been dating a kook for four months and didn’t tell any of us?!” John B asks.

“Yeah what happened to no secrets between pogues?” Pope continues.

“Sarah Cameron? God Y/N, what were you thinking?! You’re not dating a kook you, you’re dating the god damn kook princess! The Camerons are the worst ones!” JJ yells.

“Well maybe if you all weren’t so judgemental I would’ve told you sooner!” You yell at them angrily. You weren’t about to let them hate on your girl because they had problems with kooks.

“Sarah is nothing like Rafe or any of the other kooks. She’s kind and caring and she doesn’t hate on people simply because of what side of the island they come from. God I’m ashamed of all of you. I thought you guys were better then this.” They all look down at the ground for a moment until JJ speaks up.

“Is she good to you? Are you happy?”

You nod, “Very. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

He sighs, “Then I guess I have to accept it. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re old enough to make your own choices and if you want to be with Sarah Cameron then that’s your decision. As long as you’re happy I’m happy.” John B and Pope both nod in agreement. You smile and step forward to give your brother a hug before pulling back.

You turn towards Kie who’d been standing back, arms crossed over her chest, silent for the past few minutes. The look of betrayal hadn’t left her face and you could tell that she was not going to be easy to get on board.

“Kiara,” You say softly, stepping towards your best friend.

“I didn’t mean to. Trust me, do you think I’d really purposely go for her knowing that you two don’t get along? Of course not! Kie your my best friend, I’ll always take your feelings into consideration. I didn’t mean to fall in love with her. It just happened and now I don’t think I could live without her. Please don’t be angry, I can’t stand you being angry with me,” You plead.

“I’m not angry. It’s not your fault that you fell for her. I won’t pretend to like her but I’ll tolerate her for your sake. Just please be careful okay?” You smile and the two of you hug it out.

“Sarah Cameron, huh sis?” JJ smirks, “Wait, does that mean that we could’ve been checking out chicks together this whole time?”

“We have been, you just didn’t notice. Didn’t you ever question why most of the girls you hooked up with were always tired already?” You and the others laugh as his jaw drops, “Don’t worry bro, they’re all yours. I have a girl now and she’s pretty great.”

I’m currently on an 8 hour drive and this kept me busy for about 2 hours so thanks for requesting lol. I hope you like it! Reminder, requests are currently closed!

[netflixmomma516]

Study Partner 2 | Lip Gallagher Imagine

Part 1

The highly requested second part to Study Partner

*1 week later*

I'm home alone again, I quickly text Debbie, Me; hey what are you guys doing tonight? Deb; Everyone's home why?   Me; Bored out of my mind, mom and little sis left me home alone again. Deb; Come over I don’t think anyone will care. I smile but it instantly fades knowing Lip will be there and I haven’t seen him since he left last Saturday. We haven't even texted.

Me; Okay I'll be over in a little bit.

Hesitant on everything. Deb; Okay text me when you're on your way. Me; Will do boo.

I quickly change into some jeans and a tank top that doesn’t show to much. I want to drive Lip crazy again. I can't stop thinking about him and how good he felt, I wonder if he is the same way.

1 more month until this can be legal.

I walk the 3 blocks to the famous Gallagher house. I've taken this walk a half of a million times, so why does this time feel different.

I walk up the steps and see Lip opening the door. It looks like he's leaving.

"Hey YN," his smirk drives me crazy. "Hey Lip," I pass him going up the steps. "Deb's in her room," I shake my head indicating I heard him.

"Hey YN, don’t tell her okay?" His gorgeous eyes peer into me. I nod too afraid to speak.

I guess it was just a one-time thing.

He leaves me breathless there on the steps.

Why does he do this to me? Why do I let him?

I get in the safety of Deb's room. She smiles and gives me a big hug. "YN, what’s wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

I shake my head and force a smile even though my heart is breaking.

She takes it at face value and leaves it alone.

"Let's go roam the fridge, there's gotta be something we can eat."

"Okay." The first thing I can muster out.

I feel my phone ding in my back pocket, I quickly reach for it.

Lip; You drive me crazy you know that? Me; How? Lip; Do you see what you are wearing? Me; I didn’t realize. I'm sorry.

I suddenly get self-conscious.

Lip; Don’t be. I like it. I'll be home in a little bit. I hope you can carve some time out for me. Me; Maybe we can all do a movie night later. Lip; I like the sound of that.

What the hell Lip!? What are we doing here?

I trail behind Deb to the kitchen.

"How about a movie night?" I look up from my phone and look at Deb smiling. "Love the idea. I'll text everyone." She smiles.

I get a group text from the Gallagher Gang group chat.

Deb; YN suggested a family movie night be home by 7:30. Oh, Carl grab pizza on the way home.

Lip; Can't wait.

My heart explodes with excitement.

Ian; Me and Mickey will be there Carl; Do I have a choice? Deb; Nope. Carl; Fine. V; We’ll be there. Mom is watching the twins tonight anyway.

7:30 rolls around pretty fast. The whole family crammed into the Gallagher living room.

Why am I so nervous? I've done this over 100 times since Deb and I became friends when we were 12.

Lip and Debbie plop down beside me on the couch.

"Lip do you care if I rest my legs on yours?" I ask him.

That's what I always do during movie nights, but tonight it's gonna feel different.

"You know I don’t care." He looks at me with a hint of seduction.

I hide my blush as I put a blanket over me and Lip's legs and get lost in the comedy.

They might be a dysfunctional family, but they're my family.

I feel Lips fingers brush my bare legs, my breath hitches. They are trailing dangerously close. "Don’t make a sound." Lip whispers in my ear. I nod as he continues to rub circles on my leg and he finally grabs my heat. I try to get lost in the movie, but instead,I’m getting lost in his touch.

I come undone as I pretend I'm sleeping, but Lip knows he made me come.

He smiles, "I guess YN was more tired than she thought, I'm gonna take her upstairs." Deb shakes her head as I feel myself get hoisted up in big strong arms.

I instantly get wet again.

I finally feel myself getting laid down on a soft bed, "we have to be quiet." He hovers over me. I smile as I nod. He undresses me and I undress him.

He enters me and I nearly bite my lip off from screaming.

He feels so good. "YN, god you feel so fucking good."

Afterward, we are both breathless messes and cuddling.

"What are we doing Lip?" Lip looks at me knowing I'm falling for him.

Is he falling for me?

"Waiting a month." He smiles and I kiss his lips.

[jamielea81]

A Walk in the Park

Chapter 4

Read Chapter 3 Here

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: A couple of curse words, fluff, mention of character death.

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Even after your late night out, you still had trouble sleeping in. It was seven in the morning on a Saturday and you couldn’t sleep another wink. Pulling the corner of the quilt off your body, being careful not to jilt your ankle, you gingerly eased out of bed. I can always take a nap later. Your stomach grumbled alerting you that it also did not sleep in on the weekends. After fixing yourself a bowl of cereal and plopping down on your couch, you turned on your television. Saturday mornings were meant for local news and breakfast. One of your little pleasures was watching the news even if they did repeat the stories every fifteen minutes.

After breakfast, you decided to get back in bed to rest and elevate your ankle. You had a couple of texts from Victoria that you responded to. She was mostly just asking how last night was. You kept it vague but promised to call her later. Seeing that it was after ten back in Minnesota, you decided to give your sister in law Vanessa a call. Even if Caleb was no longer with you, his sister would always be your sister. Besides, Vanessa had given you your eight-year-old niece Abby who you adored and probably missed the most. Vanessa is the older sister you never had. You were an only child, so you longed to have that friend that you could share all your secrets with and know that they would always be there. When you learned that Caleb had a sister, you begged to meet her right away. Vanessa, being five years older than you and Caleb, often took on the motherly role. Not that she meant to, but she was married, had a house, had an established career, she couldn’t help herself but give out advice. You were each other’s rock when Caleb passed. She and her husband Brent made up their spare bedroom for you and you stayed with them for weeks. It was too hard to sleep in yours and Caleb’s bed. You’re still not sure how you managed to after moving back home.

After the line rang a few times, your niece Abby picked up the phone. ��Aunt Y/N!” She all but screamed into the phone.

Yanking the phone slightly away from your ear in case an additional scream was coming. “Yes, Abby, it’s me. I’ve missed you oh so much. Do you miss me?”

“Everyday. When are you coming home?” She asked.

Oh, she breaks my heart.

“Not for a while yet Bug. I promise you’ll be the first to know when I do.“

A small huff is given. “Ohhhh kay.”

“Could I talk to your mom please?”

“Mommmm! Aunt Y/N is on the phone!” She yells as you once again pull the phone away from your ear.

There’s several moments of silence. It’s evident that she’s abandoned the phone on the counter.

“Hey you.” Vanessa said.

“I can’t believe you guys still have a land line and you actually answer it.” You tease.

“Why don’t you just call my cell phone like a normal person?” She answers back. It’s a game you both play every time you call.

“And miss the chance to talk to my niece, no way! She never answers your cell.”

“If she didn’t manage to drop or lose the last two iPhones I’ve had, she would be allowed to answer it.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh boy. I do miss the adventures of the O’Brien family.” You sighed to yourself mostly. “How’s Brent?”

“He’s doing really well. Busy at work mostly these days. I don’t think I told you, but he got that promotion.” You can tell she’s beaming and you honestly couldn’t happier for them. “He’s taken on more clients so unfortunately he’s gone earlier in the morning. That just means more bus stop duty for me.”

“Vanessa that is great! Not the bus stop duty, but great for Brent. He works his ass off and deserves the success. How are you though? I miss you so much.”

“I’m good. Really good. Of course, I miss you as well. Tell me about California living. I bet you’re sad you moved during the winter and missed most of the snow.”

“Ha Ha. Nah, that’s one thing I don’t miss. I surely don’t miss the salt ring around my jeans from walking in the snow. California is nice. I did underestimate the difficulty of making friends as an adult.” You said with a laugh. “My boss is great and we’ll hangout eventually, when we both aren’t so busy. I told you about that guy at that park, right?” You of course left off his last name. You don’t want the people back home thinking you meet celebrities every day just by walking around LA.

“Yeah. Did something happen there?” A suggestive tone to her voice.

“No. No, nothing like that.”

“Boo.” She said with a little laugh.

“As I was saying. Chris, the guy from the park, he had me over last night with some of his friends and we played some games. It was a lot of fun. I have plans for a girl’s night in a couple of weeks with his friends Emma and Erika.”

“That’s great babe. You deserve this new life. You deserve fun.” Wiping a tear that slowly rolled down your cheek, you smiled.

“Thanks, Vanessa. I did actually call for a reason.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that.”

“What do you say about a girl’s trip of our own? Why don’t you and Abby come out next month. My place is small, but you and Abby can take my bed and I’ll take the couch for a few days. And then I think we should get a nice hotel room for a couple of nights and get spa treatments. I’m sure Abby would love the pampering.” You asked.

“You know your niece too well. Yeah, let me check schedules. Abby’s got a Friday off for a teacher workshop, so I could pull her out for an extra day or two.”

“Yay!” You squealed. OK, just let me know. I’ll have to work out the time off with Victoria, but I know it will pan out. I’m just so excited!”

She laughed. “Love you Y/N. We’ll talk soon.”

“Bye sis. Love you too.”

 Shortly after your call, you fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. Not having anything to do for the day and since you were already laying in your big comfy bed, it wasn’t hard to do.

Nonstop ringing interrupted your slumber. Groaning, you reached for your cell with your eyes still closed. “Hello?”

“Y/N, where exactly do you live?” Asked a male’s voice.

“Huh?” Taking the phone away from your ear to see who it was. Chris? Chris is calling you? “Chris?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Where do you live?”

You gave him the street address and told him your entrance was in the back upstairs. “Why though?”

“I’ll see you soon.” He said and then hung up.

What the fuck?

You’re still in your pajamas and you haven’t showered. You know what your hair looks like without even looking. Did you even brush your teeth?! Deciding that was top priority, you stood up, grabbed your crutches and went into your bathroom to brush your teeth. You then attempted to smooth down your hair. Where’s my bra? Making your way back to the living room/bedroom, you scrambled to find a bra. Remembering you tossed it on your couch when you got home last night, you dropped the crutches and grabbed the bra quickly slipping it on. Moments later there was a knock on your door. Hopping on one foot while grabbing onto anything you could in the apartment to steady yourself, you made it to the door successfully. On the other side was a smiling Chris holding several takeout bags.

“Chris.” You said breathlessly. Get a hold of yourself Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Lunch. Obviously.” He said while walking past you as you shuffled to the side. He was wearing a pair of loose light blue jeans, a gray tee with a blue jacket over it. His hair was a little disheveled, but almost like it was purposely done so. And of course, still sporting that gorgeous beard. You sighed, you actually sighed out loud.

“O-okay. Um, but why?” You asked.

“Well, you’re injured and I didn’t want you to be on your feet anymore than you have to.” He smiled while setting the bags on your glass coffee table.

“Are others coming?” Peeking out the door to see if anyone was behind him. “That looks like quite a lot of food.”

He sat down on your couch and started pull out paper plates and plastic silverware. “Well, you see, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I stopped at a few places. I figured whatever we don’t eat, you could have for dinner and maybe lunch tomorrow.”

You gingerly made your way to the couch and sat next to him. “I don’t know what to say. This is really sweet. But just so you know, I have a ton of food in the fridge and can totally make something to eat. Or there’s always Uber Eats.” You said with a smirk. “But thank you, this is really nice.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. I’m sure you’re exhausted from being on your feet last night. It’s no big deal. I was hungry anyway.” Chris said with a shrug.

“Well, what do we have here?” You said while looking down and gesturing with your hand.

“Only the finest cuisine. Lemon chicken with white rice and a couple of eggrolls. A couple of slices of pepperoni pizza, New York style of course.”

“Of course.”

“Chicken burrito bowl. Chili cheese fries and a cheeseburger. And a grilled chicken Caesar salad. You know, just in case.”

“That is quite the menu. How many stops did you have to make?”

He waved his hand dismissing your question. “So, what will it be my lady?”

You gave a shy smile. “An eggroll and a slice of pizza.”

He let out a good chuckle and passed you the food. You both dug in sneaking glances his way while you ate in silence. You noticed he did the same. When you were done, he took your trash and walked to the kitchen to throw it in the bin. He then put the remaining food in your refrigerator. “Are you sure you don’t want to bring anything home with you?”

“Nah, I got it for you. Now you don’t have to cook.” Again, throwing you that winning smile.

He sat back down on your couch angling his body toward you so that his knee was partially laying on the couch. You had your ankle on the coffee table on top of a throw pillow.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Not just your ankle, but with what you shared last night.”

Oh, that’s right. I said it. Out loud.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been two years. I guess it’s not something that you’re ever good with, but life moves on and you just try your best every day. I’m trying every day.”

“Do you want to talk about it all? Could you tell me about him? If you want to. You don’t at all. You can just tell me to leave and I will totally understand.” Said Chris.

“No, I don’t mind. Caleb, my husband, he was my best friend. We met at work when we were both just a year out of college. We ended up in the same training class. I thought he was really cute, so I kept sitting at his table hoping he would notice me.” You said smiling at the memory. “But Caleb was so serious. I don’t think he even noticed me the first two days.” Chris chuckled.

“I remember he had a yellow highlighter and a stack of pens. He would practically write down word for word what the trainer said in his notebook and when we were on a break, he would highlight most of what was written. On the third day, I stood up, walked right up to him, tapped his shoulder and told him to come with me to get coffee. I didn’t ask, I told him.” Chuckling lightly, you looked up to see Chris have a warm smile on his face.

“What did he say?” Chris asked.

“He said OK, stood up, and followed me to the coffee machine. He asked for my number at the end of the day and we were inseparable going forward. He was the kind of guy who was meant to be a husband. He proposed after a year and we were married a year later. We bought a house right away where he made friends with all the guys in the neighborhood. He’d have them over for beers and football, and cookouts. He was the social one in our relationship. There was always an event he was dragging me too. Caleb really got me out of my bubble. And he was an awesome uncle to our niece Abby. She’s so spoiled and that’s mostly thanks to him. He was a really great guy.”

Chris had his hand on your knee and was rubbing it in a soothing way. “He sounds like he was a great man. Thanks for sharing that with me. But, honestly Y/N, I think you are so brave to be starting over in this crazy place. I consider you a friend and I want you to talk to me if you ever need to vent or cry or whatever. I’m here.”

You were touched. Here’s this man who you barely know and he was already becoming a great friend.

“Thanks, Chris. I really appreciate that.”

Chris left a little later and you dragged yourself back to bed. He sent you a goodnight text that night and a good morning text the next morning. That afternoon you sent him a text that you missed Dodger. Yeah, it had only been a day and a half, but you really wished you had a dog to cuddle with. Especially since you were stuck at home.

Chris: I see how it is. You only like me for my dog.

Y/N: Without Dodger, we wouldn’t have met. He brought us together.

Y/N: I’m just jealous you have an automatic cuddle buddy. Do you rent him out?

Chris: I’m pretty sure Dodger would rather be cuddling with you.

Your ankle was feeling better but you still stuck to staying in and using the crutches. You had showered that morning and actually put on real clothes. Well, a knee length flowy dress. You didn’t want to deal with pulling your ankle through pant legs if you could help it. You had just put in your favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail in the DVD player and sat on your couch. Yes, you still owned a DVD player. As the saying goes, if it isn’t broke…As Meg Ryan was getting charmed by Tom Hanks in her book store, you heard a knock on your door. You paused the movie, got up being sure to grab your crutches first and walked to the door. You heard a bark and a smile instantly hit your face. You opened the door to see Chris and Dodger standing there.

“Dodger! You’re here! Come here boy.” You placed one of the crutches against the wall and patted your thigh. Dodger walked up to you and licked your hand a few times before accepting you petting him.

“You know, I come all the way here.”

“Two miles.” You interrupted.

“I drive a full two miles and Dodger gets all the love. No, ‘Hi Chris! I can’t believe you are here!’ Where’s the warm welcome?”

“Hi Chris! I’m so glad you are here! Come here boy.” You said while patting your leg.

Chris let out a loud laugh. He closed your door and walked up to you. You gave him a one-armed hug.

“What are you watching?” He asked.

“Only my favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail. Want to watch?”

“Well, I did bring Dodger here for cuddles, I suppose we can watch while you two cuddle.”

You started on the couch, but frankly your couch wasn’t the largest for two adults with a dog who liked to spread out. You and Dodger moved to your bed while Chris stayed on the couch watching the movie.

“You know, you can still see the screen from the bed. You’re more than welcome to come lay with us and watch.” You were honestly offering in a friendly way. Dodger would be between you both and it was easier to chat when your next to a person and they aren’t having to turn their head to see you from the couch. Yep, a strictly friend like way.

Chris hesitated for a moment. Scratching the back of his head and looking back at you and Dodger. “Alright.” He said while getting up and walking toward your bed. You scooted over and pulled Dodger toward you making room for Chris. He plopped down on the bed and adjusted your pillows making himself comfortable. You both laid in silence watching the movie except for when Chris would let out loud chuckles and an abrupt “oh no” here and there.

When the movie was over, you shut off the TV with the remote and just talked. You talked about your families, vacations you took when growing up, your first cars, and pets. During a few minutes of comfortable silence, you had fallen asleep. Before you knew it, your cellphone alarm was going off indicating it was time to get ready for work. Opening your eyes, you almost tumbled out of bed. Dodger and Chris were asleep next to you. Had your life been a rom-com, his arm would have been thrown over your stomach and your legs would be tangled together. There most certainly wouldn’t have been a dog between you. You were never the snuggle in bed while you slept type anyway. Sure, a little cuddling before sleep was nice, but then you wanted your space. Hence why you had a queen-sized mattress just for you.

He really is beautiful. Why can’t I be that pretty while I sleep? I mean, I could take or leave the snores he’s putting out.

You got up as quietly as you could. Dodger’s head peaked up but then he laid it right back down. You grabbed your clothes for the day and went into the bathroom quietly closing the door. After showering, towel drying your hair and pinning it back, you got dressed. You decided to grab a muffin at the coffee shop rather than making breakfast here.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to Chris, you gently stroked his arm. “Hey hun, I’m leaving for work.”

He slowly started to stir, blinking his eyes open and closed. He finally turned his head toward you and gave you an easy smile. “Good morning.” He said. The sleep still evident in his voice.

“I’m heading off to work.” He sat up and pulled his legs to the ground. “Take your time. Will you just turn the lock on the doorknob on your way out?”

“Of course.” He grabbed your hand. “Thanks for the fun night, sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered. You squeezed his hand and stood up letting go.

“I’ll talk to you later. Bye Dodger.” You said grabbing your bag, crutches, and headed out the door.

Chris texted you later that day just to say hi. Unfortunately, you were too busy to reply or even notice you had a text. Since you weren’t much help running around doing errands for Colleen or Victoria, you were on paper duty. Entering receipts, submitting invoices, making calls. A lot of these tasks were mostly spread out, but since you were out Friday and didn’t come in on Saturday, it was all getting done today. For once, you and Victoria were on the same schedule. She invited you out for drinks at a restaurant down the street from the office. You talked about the get together at Chris’ place and mentioned the possible date with his friend. She was excited for you and frankly you were too. You told her about Chris spending the night, quick to point out that it wasn’t planned and you both had just fallen asleep. “Y/N, wow. Is something happening there?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think he’s just being a good friend. We’re getting to know each other.” You shrugged your shoulders. You both ordered a couple of appetizers and ended up chatting for a while, not getting home until almost 9 PM. 

Reaching your staircase you were startled to see Chris sitting on the stairs with Dodger. “Chris? Did you end up staying all day?” You asked with a giggle.

“Hey Y/N.” Chris getting to his feet he stood out of your way.You started to climb the stairs. 

“Do you want to come up?” You asked glancing behind you as you started to reach the top.Chris was quick to follow. 

“You’re home late.” He said. Unlocking your door and setting your bag and crutches down before taking a seat on your couch. 

“Yeah, my boss and I, Victoria, went out for a couple of drinks. We don’t see much of each other, but since I am on office duty, we had time to catch up.” He nodded, taking a seat next to you. You started up Netflix and passed him the remote. “I picked last night, you pick tonight.”He grabbed the remote from you and started scanning. He decided on the second season of Stranger Things as he said he hadn’t watched the season yet. You were all caught up, but didn’t mind the re-watch. You both sat enjoying the show, chatting between episodes. Chris got up after three episodes to grab a couple of beers from your fridge. It was nice and you were enjoying whatever this friendship was becoming. Chris spent the night again, this time not by accident. It was late and you both decided it was for the best for him to just crash. The next few days were spent texting back and forth. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention.

Your ankle was mostly better by Friday and you had plans to meet Chris and Dodger at the park. You had gotten their first so you took a seat at one of the benches facing the fountain. Your phone started to ring with a number you hadn’t recognized. Not one to normally answer unknown numbers, since it was a local number you took a chance thinking it could be someone from work. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Erika’s friend, Tim. How are you?”

“Oh, hi, Tim.” You replied, not realizing Chris had walked up and was right beside you.

Chapter 5

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Tony’s birthday fic

For Tony’s birthday today, I decided to write a fluffy fic where Peter searches for the perfect gift for Tony and Pepper gifts him some amazing news. It’s just a lot of family fluff

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Tony’s birthday gifts

Tony’s birthday was coming up and Peter had a problem. He didn’t have any idea what to give to the man. He had asked Pepper for help, but she had just shrugged and told him that she’s sure he’ll figure something out. That wasn’t helpful to him at all. So here he was, three days until dad’s birthday, with nothing to give to the man who gave him so much.

He knew that Pepper had already planned something, but she said that he’ll find out at the same time as Tony and that it wasn’t something he could just say he helped with.

Currently, Peter was walking around the mall with Ned, going from one store to the other, searching for something the man might like. But, every thing they found they immediately dismissed, because it wasn’t personal enough or it wasn’t special enough. Eventually they ended up at an arts supply store.

“I think you should just make him a card, Peter. We went through literally the whole mall, and we found nothing to buy for him.”

“Ned, I can’t just give him a card and that’s it. He deserves more than a card!!!”

“Okay okay, don’t scream at me in the middle of the store. Then we can get him one of those silly shirts with those “best dad” prints on them, or like a science pun shirt, so that you can match-“

“He wouldn’t like them. He always laughs at my shirts! I don’t think he’d wear a science pun t-shirt, Ned”

“But consider this, he would wear it because he loves you and that shirt would be a present from you?”

“Maybe so...”

After this, Peter and Ned went to Target to buy a shirt that had a diagram with one axis saying bird and the other rabbit.

Of course, as one would, they got very distracted at Target and eventually stumbled into the aisle with all of the photo frames.

“Look, that one is Iron man themed! Peter, get it for him!”

“I can’t just give him an empty photo frame” screeched Peter

“Just put one of the pictures you’ve taken of him in it? You have millions of them on your phone and some of them are actually really good. Heck, most of your photography is very good. Or you could get a picture from FRIDAY with the both of you in it and put that in there. I bet Mr. Stark would love it.”

“Why are you coming up with all of the good ideas?”

“It’s because I’m your guy in the chair. That’s just how it is. Now will you listen to me or...”

“I am listening” with that Peter took the Iron man photo frame and went to the cash register.

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It was a day until Mr. Stark’s birthday and although Peter had the shirt wrapped and ready, he had no idea what kind of picture to put into the frame. At first, he wanted to put in a photo of just Tony, but then he started thinking it would be weird to gift the man a photo of himself, so he had scratched that particular idea. Then he had thought that he could give him a photo of the whole family, but none of the photos that he had of himself, Pepper and Tony were up to his standard and he didn’t have enough time to take a photo of them and get it printed and framed. Plus, Pepper was in LA and would only be getting home early on dad’s birthday. That left him with only one option – to frame a picture of him and dad. He had already selected a few contenders, but then he saw a picture on Tumblr, and it was everything he never knew he needed.

The picture was of Iron man and Spider-man. Traveling together, if you could call it that. In reality, you could clearly see, that Iron man was holding spider-man wrapped in his arms, and they were flying toward the tower that could be seen in the distance. Peter’s legs were dangling in the air and he looked like a petulant child, but the picture was cute and made Peter feel warm and fuzzy, also, Peter was sure that Tony will love it.

“Ned, hey, Ned. Look at this” Peter nudged Ned who was sleeping on the desk next to him.

“Whoa, what?” asked a disoriented Ned, before his eyes settled on Peter’s computer screen” You know were supposed to be learning about American history right now, not searching the internet for pictures of Iron man and Spider-man? Right?”

“Then why were you sleeping? Anyways, that’s not it. What do you think of the photo? I think this is it, I’m going to get this framed and give it to him as a present”

“Ugh, that was soo rude, Peter. I think this photo is great, the Iron man armor looks hella good in this” whispered Ned.

“That photo is good, I think Iron man would like any relatively embarrassing photo of Spider-man, to be fair.” piped in MJ.

“You know it’s creepy when you just randomly pop in to conversations, MJ?” said Peter while turning back to look at MJ who was sitting to his left one desk behind him.

“Whatever, losers” and with that MJ went back to drawing in her notebook.

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“See you Monday, Ned” Peter said after doing their handshake and went to get into Happy’s car before the man started grumbling about teenagers.

“Hey Happy!”

“Hey kid. How was school today?” asked Happy

“It was boring, like always, but me and Ned finally decided on what I’m giving Mr. Stark for his birthday tomorrow, so that’s good. I really think he’ll like it” Peter started to ramble.

“I think he would like anything you gave him, kid.” said Happy before sliding the divider up.

Once Happy released him in the garage below the Tower, Peter got into the elevator and went up to his floor.

“Friday, do you know if we have a photo printer in the Tower?”

“I believe a printer that suits your requirements is located on the 34th floor”

“Thank you, Friday. Also, is Tony home?”

“Boss is in the kitchen attempting to make lunch”

“That sounds dreadful” said Peter to no one in particular and then he was stepping out of the elevator and after discarding his backpack near the elevator went to the kitchen “Hey dad! Whatcha making?”

“Pete! How was school? Good? I’m making pasta, want some?” asked Tony while stirring the pot.

“Ugh, school was boring. And what kind of question is this? I’m always hungry, of course I want it. Unless you overcooked it, then I don’t want it at all”

“You know, my cooking has improved significantly since you started living with us. Plus, I’m following my mom’s recipe and she was an amazing cook, so I don’t think I could mess it up.”

“We’ll see” murmured Peter

Tony half sighed half laughed and went on stirring the pot. After a few minutes the pasta was drained and ready to be eaten. Peter and Tony sat at the barstools by the kitchen island and were discussing the newest upgrade to the spider-man suit, when Tony got a call from Pepper, saying that they needed to have a conference call with the people managing the SI tower in Tokyo.

“Well, bye kiddo. Don’t stay up too late if I’m still in the conference call by your bedtime, okay? And before you ask, no, you cannot stay up waiting for me. And if you go out to patrol please be careful”

“Okay, love you, dad”

“Love you too, Petey”

After Peter ate the rest of his lunch, he went to do his homework and then, instead of patrolling like he usually does, he asked Friday if the printer was being used and went down to the 34th floor to print, frame and wrap the photo he had found earlier that day. He spent a few minutes trying to figure out where to put the photo paper and which buttons to press, but not ten minutes later, he was sitting on the floor by the printer, putting the newly printed photo into the frame and fighting the wrapping paper that just wouldn’t stay in place when he tried to tape it.

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On Mr. Stark’s birthday, Peter was woken up unusually early by Pepper, who told him that she thought that they could make Tony breakfast and then they could give him their presents. Peter agreed, and after quickly taking a shower and getting dressed into the shirt that he was also gifting to Tony, he went into the kitchen.

There, he found Pepper in the middle of making a cake.

“Here you are, I was beginning to worry that you fell back asleep” laughed Pepper.

“And let you take all of the credit for the breakfast? On a Saturday?”

“I’ll give you twelve percent” smirked Pepper and started pouring the batter into the pans before putting them in the oven.

“Can I help with the frosting? Pretty please, I promise I won’t eat it all”

“Well, since you promise, I’ll allow it. Come, were making vanilla frosting”

“Yay!”

The rest of the time up to 8am, when Tony strolled into the kitchen was spent frosting the cake and trying to write “Happy birthday Tony” in readable letters on the cake. When Tony walked in, he found Pepper finishing cooking the chocolate chip pancakes and Peter setting up the dinning table.

“Hey, why are you both up so early?” questioned Tony

Peter and Pepper shared a look, and then “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” both of them shouted at the same time, making the man jump a little.

“Is that why you’re both up so early? You didn’t have to do anything for my birthday, it would have been fine...”

“Daad, it’s your birthday, we wanted to do something special for you. Now come, we’ll eat breakfast and then you can open your presents from me and mom and later on uncle Rhodey is going to come over and it’s gonna be fun. Come”

Tony went and sat down to eat, but not before receiving a peck on the cheek from Pepper.

“Wait, you said there are presents?”

“Yes, but first, I think you should eat some breakfast” smiled Pepper.

With that, they all loaded their plates and began to eat. After all the pancakes were destroyed, Pepper and Peter went to the kitchen and came out holding a cake with almost illegible letters spelling the “happy birthday Tony”.

“Did you make that? It looks delicious. I love you two, you both know it, right?”

“Stop crying and blow the candles, Tony” laughed Pepper.

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“Ok, you ready?”

“It’s presents, Pep, how could someone not be ready for presents?” asked Tony, but it was obvious that he was nervous.

“Well then, Peter, I think you should go first”

“Oh, okay... Um... So, this isn’t much, but, I hope you like this... If you don’t that’s okay too...”

“Kiddo, you could give me a jar of dirt and I’d love it. Now give it.”

With that, Peter quickly gave his present to Tony and retreated to hide behind a pillow on the sofa, peeking through to look at Tony’s reaction.

Tony looked at the carefully wrapped gift, then he opened and read the card that was attached to it and his eyes seemed to get watery.

“Thank you so much, Petey. I love you too”

With that, Tony started to carefully unwrap the present. The first thing he uncovered was the t-shirt, the same that Peter was currently wearing and after staring at it for a few seconds he laughed.

“Now we’ll be matching, we need to get one for Pepper too” he got out.

” I’m glad you like it, dad. Now open the other one.” said Peter while getting out of his hiding place, meanwhile Pepper just smiled and clutched a small box that looked like it was the present for Tony.

“Ok, here we go.” said Tony and ripped the packaging off to reveal the back of the photo frame. He carefully turned it around to reveal a photo of him as Iron man flying an angry looking Spider-man home to the Tower.” I love this. Where did you find this? I’m going to put it in the entrance so that anyone who comes here sees it.”

“Do it if you want, it’s yours after all.” smiled Peter. Then “Now you have to open mom’s present. She didn’t even tell me what it is”

Pepper just smiled and quietly passed the small box to Tony, who untied the ribbon with shaking fingers.

“Is this what I think it is?” asked Tony, staring at the box.

“What, do you know what it is? Show me, I want to know too. Moom, daaad...” whined Peter.

Pepper just smiled, not answering any of their questions but silently urging Tony to finally open the box. He did, after a few more moments of searching her face for any clues. And then he dropped the box and was up on his feet pulling Pepper into a hug and crying.

“Is this real?” he asked. “Yes” smiled Pepper and then pulled a clueless Peter into the hug.

“Is someone going to explain to me what’s happening? Why are we crying?”

“Oh, Petey-pie. You’re going to be a brother” Tony got out.

“Wh-AT? Peppers pregnant?!”

“Yes, Pete” said Pepper before kissing the top of his head.

[im-fairly-whitty]

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

[Arc 1]

Arc 2: [Together] [A Talk] [The Visit] [Time] [Shot] [Dropping In]

Chapter 7: Penultimate

When Hector had said he was going to breakfast with his mother, Imelda had been perfectly happy to postpone her Saturday’s plans to keep an eye on Miguel for the morning. But as morning turned into afternoon Imelda began to be annoyed, and as afternoon turned to evening without even an explanatory text from Hector, Imelda was beginning to panic.

Which was ridiculous, Hector was a grown man with his adult mother catching up after years of not seeing each other. Honestly, she should have expected his visit to go longer than they’d anticipated.

But she still couldn’t shake her growing anxiety as the sun set, leaving her alone in her apartment with only Miguel and her unanswered texts on her phone.      

“Is Tio Hector ever coming back?” Miguel huffed, pulling his blanket tighter and looking up at Imelda from where he was leaned against her side, both of them on her couch watching yet another episode of El Tigre, having moved to her apartment around lunchtime, “Did Tia Mari kidnap him or something? We were supposed to go see a movie today, Tio Hector promised.”

“Si, I know, but Hector hasn’t seen his mamá in a very long time, I’m sure they’ve just lost track of things.” Imelda said, ruffling Miguel’s hair but only getting a grumpy sigh in reply, “In fact,” Imelda said, checking the time on her phone yet again and keeping her voice light despite the grim feeling she got from seeing the time, “it’s way past your bedtime, even for a Saturday.”

“I don’t waaaant to sleeeep.” Miguel complained, slumping across her lap with a moan, his voice muffled in the thick blanket wrapped around him, “We don’t even have school tomorrow, can’t I stay up until Tio Hector’s home?”

“If I had any idea when that would be I might say yes,” Imelda said, her own annoyance with Hector starting to show, “but as it stands that might mean letting you stay up forever, and I can’t risk it.”

Miguel struggled and twisted in his blanket to look up at her, his eyes wide, “He is coming back right?” he asked, his voice that wavering tone that kids always got when they weren’t sure if an adult was really joking or not.

“Of course he is.” Imelda chided, hefting him up off her lap so she could stand, “Don’t be silly, he’ll probably walk in as soon as you’re in bed.”

“Sorry...I just, I know Tia Mari leaves for years sometimes...” Miguel said, sounding embarrassed as he struggled to untangle himself from the blanket. “Can I at least sleep here tonight?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Imelda said, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had just come over her, picking up the remote to shut off the TV instead, “Do you want any more blankets?”

“No gracias.” Miguel said, pulling one of the throw pillows toward him and tugging the blanket up, only pausing to let Pepita hop up and curl up by his side.

Imelda hesitated, she really should get him to brush his teeth, but both of them were still in their pajamas from the morning anyway and she’d really rather find out where Hector had gotten to.

“Goodnight, Miguel.” Imelda said, flipping off the living room lights, leaving the kitchen lights on for him.

“Goodnight!”

Imelda pulled out her phone as she walked down the hallway, passing her bedroom door and opting for her front step instead, closing the apartment door behind her and sitting at the top of the outside stairs, the night air brushing past her.

It had been twelve hours without a single response from Hector, the sun had set and they’d had plans that day that had gone un-rescheduled, worrying about him was completely justified at this point, right?

Imelda unconsciously fiddled with her necklace’s pendant as she scrolled through her phone. Sending Hector yet another text or trying to call him again wouldn’t do much at this point, but...maybe...

She sighed, pulling up Ernesto’s number in her phone before she could change her mind.

This is Imelda, have you heard from Hector at all today? I haven’t been able to contact him since he left this morning.

She hit send, chewing on her lip as she rested her chin in her hand. She hadn’t talked to Ernesto in weeks, and from what she could tell he and Hector had been on thin ice for months now. She’d been unable to get Hector to talk about it at all beyond a quick unconvincing shrug and a “he’s just like that sometimes”.

She looked down as her phone vibrated.

Welcome to Mari. Where do you think Hector gets his unreliable idiocy from?

Imelda bristled, nearly shutting her phone off as another text pinged in.

Good luck having that thing as a mother-in-law btw, she’s been making him miserable our entire lives and he STILL rolls over for her whenever she appears.

The sick feeling in Imelda’s stomach intensified. Aside from apparently knowing about the engagement, as snarky as Ernesto was being he was also putting her fears into words and she knew it. What little she’d heard about Mari had been anything but confidence inspiring, making her sound more like an obstacle Hector had been trying to overcome his entire life, not like someone that could make things any better by her return.

And as much as she and Ernesto hated the sight of each other, he was the one who had grown up with Hector, he probably knew Mari as well as Hector did.

Imelda started typing a reply, discarding half a dozen much sharper options before settling on Please let me know if you hear from him.

She sighed, pressing her thumb against her eyebrow. Hector has come in late without telling her before, he’d gone a whole day without texting her before. But it had been so long since he’d done that, she’d thought he’d gotten better than that, that he’d-

“Getting some fresh air, diosa?”        

Imelda jumped, looking up to see Hector climbing up the stairway to her.

“Where have you been?” she asked, shoving her phone in her pocket and getting to her feet as he reached her.

“Everywhere, it feels like,” Hector said, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. As he pulled back Imelda could see how exhausted he looked under his smile, “I’m so sorry I was out so long Imelda, I-”

“Why didn’t you text me back?” Imelda asked, consciously reigning in her anger and keeping her voice down. As much as part of her wanted to give in to his obvious desire to relax together, she couldn’t help the hurt and anxious feeling still roiling inside her. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconnect with your mother, but we had plans today, I had things I needed to get done.”

“I left my phone at home, I didn’t even realize it was gone until after lunch.” Hector said, grimacing as he took her hands, “And then before I knew it, it was already dark. I’m really sorry for worrying you, it’s just, I haven’t seen my mother in so long, and she was so excited for me to take her all over the city.”

Imelda sighed, sitting down on the step again, leaving room for Hector to sit beside her. “So what was it that you two did all day then?” She asked, trying to let her annoyance drop. This was an extenuating circumstance, it would be unfair to stay upset about it. And besides, he was safe, which was what really mattered.

“Well, we did go to breakfast,” Hector said, sounding relieved as he sat down beside her, “then we talked for a long time...after that she wanted to see the school so we went there. Then she wanted me to take her around the city, then we dropped in on some of her friends, then we went to a performance at a bar she’d heard about.” Hector rubbed his face tiredly, “I think that was everything, she’s got an incredible amount of energy, I’ll give her that.”

“Did...you have a good time?” Imelda asked, looking over at him.

“Of course!” Hector said, quickly pulling his smile back on, “She’s my mother, it was amazing to spend a whole day with her, there’s so much I’ve missed out knowing about her.”

It took every bit of Imelda’s self-control to keep from correcting him, that Mari was the one who had missed out on him.

“Well, it sounds like you could use some rest.” Imelda said, moving to get up again, but Hector caught her hand.

“I, uh, actually I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hector said quickly, the anxious tone in his voice putting Imelda on edge as she slowly sat back down. Hector kept ahold of her hand, idly stroking it as he continued, “So, this morning, when we were at breakfast, my mother was talking about an opportunity she has for me and Ernesto.”

“Oh?” Imelda said, only years of professional experience keeping her voice level.

“Sí,” Hector said, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, “she has a lot of connections in the music world, and she has a friend who’s an agent with a recording label that Ernesto’s been trying to get in with for ages. We’ll still have to go through some hoops to get it, but this could be the big break that we’ve been looking for.”

What?

Imelda blinked, completely blindsided. She hadn’t even heard him talk about Ernesto’s channel in months.

“You’re still doing music with Ernesto?” she asked slowly, “I didn’t know that, you haven’t mentioned it in ages.”

“Of course I am! I mean, we’ve both put so much work into it for years, I’ve just been really busy the last few months with other things,” Hector glanced up at her for a moment with a smile before looking down again, “I can’t just throw all that work away...and if this panned out, then it could end up being a lot more lucrative than teaching.”

Imelda stiffened, “You’re...quitting your job?” She said, feeling a bit like she’d slipped off the top step.

“No! I mean, not yet, I’m just thinking ahead!” Hector said hurriedly, no doubt seeing the look on her face, “I mean, Imelda, when we’re married I want to be able to provide for our family, and if I got back to working with Ernesto on music full-time and traveling then I could make plenty of money for us. We could push back the wedding a few more months, maybe until next year so that when we do officially get married we-”

“Hector, what are you talking about?” Imelda asked, staring at him, pulling her hand away from his, “This is a huge change in plans, you’ve never even mentioned a possibility like this. You’re talking about being on the road performing with Ernesto for a living?”

“Look, I know it’s a little out of the blue,” Hector said, swallowing, “but I’d probably only have to travel for the first couple of years, and then when we settle down you and Miguel and, well, any other kids that might come along will have everything they could ever want.”

“Years?” Imelda said, staring at him in shock, “Hector, if you’re out traveling for years then what’s even the point of getting married?”

Hector sat back, looking like he’d just been slapped. The fragile stunned look on his face made Imelda’s stomach twist.

“Hector, no,” Imelda said, reaching for his hand again, “I don’t mean it like that, I’m just, I don’t know why your mother coming into town is suddenly changing everything.”

“It’s not, I just, I just want to make sure that you don’t regret this.” Hector said, the unsteady tone in his voice making Imelda panic, “This could be my chance to make sure everyone’s happy, I’ll get to spend more time with my mother, Ernesto and I will get to accomplish everything we’ve worked so hard for, and I’ll be able to give you the kind of life you deserve.”

Imelda felt disoriented at the extreme emotional charge in Hector’s voice as he leaned in intently, holding her hand tight, as if she’d boarded a bus going the opposite direction of what she’d wanted. She had no idea why he was so suddenly intent on being able to provide, or why he sounded like he was being backed into a corner, or why it looked like he was going to cry under the strain of some unseen weight. Maybe it was the strain of being engaged? Maybe it had something to do with something his mother had said?

All she knew for sure was that she had the distinct feeling that another wrong move on her part could do all kinds of damage, and she had no idea what that wrong move might even be.

“That’s...great, Hector.” Imelda said, pulling on a smile that she hoped would hide her confusion and worry, “Let’s both get some rest, alright? We can keep talking in the morning.”

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, I know I havn’t-” Hector started, looking like he was starting to panic as they got to their feet.

“Hector.” Imelda said gently but firmly as she took both his hands, “You’ve had a long day. We’ll keep talking about it in the morning, alright?”

Maybe by then she’d be able to figure out what to say without scaring him again.

“Alright.” Hector said with a smile, but his shoulders slumped a little.

“Miguel is asleep on my couch,” Imelda said, hugging him, “you’re more than welcome to stay over too if you’d like.”

“That...sounds really good.” Hector said, finally relaxing a little into the hug as he kissed the top of her head.

“You go on, I’ll come in a minute.” Imelda said, giving him a quick kiss before releasing him from the hug.

“Alright.” Hector said, tiredly kissing her cheek before turning to walk to her apartment, quietly letting himself in and closing the door behind him.

Imelda’s smile dropped away as soon as he was gone. She sat back on on the step with a tired whine, holding her head as she stared at the steps below.

Traveling with Ernesto? Quitting his job at the school to pick up a full-time career in music? Rerouting his entire life on the whim of a mother who had dropped into his life unannounced after years of silence?

The worst part was that she couldn’t even put her finger on why exactly the whole mess made her feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it was the suddenness. Maybe it was the fact that it revolved so heavily around two people she didn’t trust. Maybe it was the fact that Hector would be gone so much if his career really were to take off like he seemed to think it might.

But...could she really say no?

She’d spent months learning to let herself trust Hector, to really trust him with everything from their work lives to their home lives and everything in between. She’d had to consciously keep herself from controlling everything again and now it felt natural to let him steer their lives too.

And if this is what he really wanted, if he really wanted to pursue his childhood dream, one that could provide well for their family, could she really put her foot down over some abstract discomfort she couldn’t quite pin down? Being from a military family would make a spouse’s absence for work much easier for her to cope with than most other women...but she’d so hoped that particular challenge wouldn’t be part of her married life...

Imelda grit her teeth, rubbing her forehead hard. It felt like she was trying to do a puzzle with half the pieces and she hated it.

She stared up at the night sky. All she could do was hope beyond hope that the morning would bring some kind of badly needed clarity to her thoughts.  

 ***

 Ernesto, I’m REALLY sorry about this morning...I’ve been thinking about what you said and I think you’re right. On SOME things. My mother has a connection with Alex Hernandez at Discos Phenix she wants to set us up with, and I think this could really be our chance to get everything you’ve wanted, we can start over. My mamá says we’ve really got something special, that we can’t break up now. Give me a call when you’ve got a minute. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight.

Ernesto didn’t need to read the text again, it had already seared itself into his mind word for word. He’d thought it was a third text from Imelda, but the prickly relief he’d felt at seeing Hector’s name on his screen had died as soon as he’d read his text.

That monster, that she-demon of a mother had turned his head right around. Promising Hector fame and success that she clearly wanted to hitch a ride on, taking advantage of his talent because she didn’t have a bit of her own in her own tastelessly dressed body. And the fact that Hector would jump so eagerly for her too, so starved for her approval, even when he should have kicked her to the curb years ago for the way she treated him.

Ernesto knew Hector didn’t want that, the kind of life Mari was corraling him into would take him away from his precious teaching job, away from his fiancee and even the kid he’d fought so hard for.

Ernesto rubbed his eyes, an unopened bottle of freshly purchased tequila gripped in his other hand as he sat on the hood of his car, parked near the liquor store he’d promised himself he’d never go to again. At least not when he was upset.

Meaning he was very much breaking his promise now.

He dragged his hand down his face as he looked at the pavement, feeling like his grip on the bottle would shatter the glass at any moment.

Because this should be everything he’d wanted. Hector agreeing to come back, being willing to give up time to work together again for their music career, getting away from Imelda for weeks at a time. They’d finally be going back to the good days when it had only been the two of them and music on the road together.

But Ernesto could see that was a lie. He had to believe that he’d been smart enough to know that before Mari had gotten involved, and that only made it worse. Because it meant he’d been lying to himself too.

He knew how badly Hector tried to please people, and if his mother appearing had cranked up the pressure enough to break him then Ernesto knew perfectly well that his own performance that morning had done nothing but help her, a thought that twisted his stomach. Hector would only be giving in to a plan like this if he felt like he had no other choice.

If Ernesto went along with it he already knew what would happen, how could he not after knowing Hector so long? Hector would be dedicated at first, they’d make fantastic progress.

They’d start traveling, the marriage would keep getting postponed, when it finally happened Imelda would be resentful of how long it had taken. The longer they were gone the more lackluster Hector would become, the more Mari got involved the more Ernesto would hate it.

And the kid, Miguel, he’d probably end up growing up with an adopted father who was as absent as Hector’s mother had been. And Imelda was probably completely blindsided by all this too.

Ernesto grit his teeth.

None of that mattered to him.

He could make it work, he’d pulled Hector out of slumps before and he’d do it again, once the money started rolling in Hector would see it was worth it anyway to keep his family afloat. Miguel would be fine with an absent father, heavens knew it was miles better than Ernesto’s father had been anyway. No one ever got what they wanted just by waiting, you had to reach out and take it, sacrifices had to be made. And if this was what Hector wanted to do then who was Ernesto to stop him?

Ernesto stared at the bottle in his hand.

When he’d bought it he hadn’t noticed that it was his father’s favorite brand.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he got off the hood of his car, nearly biting through his own lip as he turned and growled, hurled the bottle as hard as he could against the asphalt. The shattering noise was enough to make a group of teens across the parking lot jump and turn to stare at him, but Ernesto didn’t care. Let them stare at the shards of glass and alcohol all over his shoes and the cuffs of his pants. Let them see what a pathetic man looked like.

Ernesto’s hand shook slightly as he pulled his phone out, but his face was perfectly emotionless as he pulled up Carlos’ number.

Coming to crash at your place again. Might be there for a while if that’s alright.

Carlos’ reply was immediate.

What did you do this time?

I’m moving out. For good.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he dialed Imelda’s number before Carlos’ inevitable flurry of texts came. Getting away from Hector would be the first step to making things right, but if things were going to go the way they should then Hector’s fiancée was going to have to know exactly what damage she was dealing with. Both from Mari, and from him.

He still grimaced anyway as Imelda picked up.

“Hector’s already come home, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” said Imelda’s crisp voice from the other end of the line.

“I’m about to tell you everything you need to know to fix this,” said Ernesto, not bothering to shake the glass off his shoes before getting into his car, which he already knew he’d regret later, “and you’re not going to like most of it and you’re probably going to hate me even more, but please know that the feeling is mutual and that you’re our only shot at keeping Hector from being miserable for the rest of his life. ¿Comprende?”

There was a long moment of silence.

“He told you about the music deal Mari’s offering?” Imelda finally asked, her voice as icy and professional as his, “It’s exactly what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Ernesto said, starting the car. It was a good thing so much of his stuff was already at Carlos’ from when he was camped out there after the concert-gone-wrong, he wouldn’t have to stop by the apartment, “And I’m going to tell you, in detail, exactly why Hector should turn the offer down.”

 ***

 Of all the things Imelda had been prepared to hear Ernesto say, that had not been one of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, reflexively checking her phone, as if it had somehow been the source of confusion.

“First of all, Hector’s mother is a talentless, self-serving leech,” Ernesto said, ignoring her, “the deal itself may be good, but if she’s the one trying to rope Hector into it it’s not going to be because she loves him and wants to spend more time with him, it’s going to be because she thinks she can hang on his coattails to get some success herself. She’s never once shown real interest in him as a person our entire lives, and she has no reason to start now. He’ll think he’s reconnecting with her but she’s just using him.”

“Ernesto, I don’t think-” Imelda started.

“Second, Hector loves you.” Ernesto said, surprising her into silence, “If I take this deal I have nothing to lose, but if Hector takes it he’ll be stuck traveling with me for years. He’ll pretend he’s alright with it for as long as he can, because that’s what he does when he’s miserable, you’ve seen it, but the longer he’s away from you the worse he’ll be. His music will get worse, and his relationship with you will get worse, and he’ll start hating me for it and I’ll hate him back. I’d give it two years tops before everything is in shambles, unless one of the three of us dies along the way.”

Ernesto paused, as if waiting for her to push back, but Imelda stayed silent.

“Third,” Ernesto said, his voice getting harder, as if pushing through something distasteful, “I’ve...been pressuring him into something like this for a long time, so he’ll think he has no choice with his mother ganging up on him too, but he does. This morning we had a long talk where...I made him question if he was ready to be married with a kid at all, so...if he’s acting shaky about that it’s not your fault...it’s mine.”

“What?” Imelda said, gripping her phone.

“For the record, I still hate you for the way you treated him the first time around.” Ernesto said, his voice sounding sharp but tired, “But this time...I’m part of the problem, and hanging around is only going to make things worse. I’m leaving town to stay with a friend from now on. Whatever choice you and Hector make is up to you, I’m not going to contact Hector for a long time. We...both need some space.”

Imelda had wanted Ernesto to just leave for so long, but she had never pictured it going like this. The whole conversation was making her feel disoriented.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, the only fully formed question she could manage.

“Because Hector deserves to get what he wants.” there was a tired sigh, “And...that doesn’t involve me anymore.” Ernesto said, “But that means you’re the one who has to look after him, got it? You’d better keep Mari off of him or she’ll eat him alive. And...congratulations on your engagement. You’d better take good care of him. He’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

“Yes. I do. Thank you.” Imelda said, oddly grasping at what might possibly be the correct response to a congratulations-threat like that. She was having strange flashbacks to a certain conversation with Elena back in Santa Cecilia.

“Well. Good luck.” Ernesto said, sounding a little unsure now that they’d arrived at what seemed to be all he’d wanted to say.

“You too.” said Imelda said, just as unsure as he was.

There was a long moment of silence, then a flat buzzing sound indicated that the call had been ended.

Imelda sat staring at her phone for a long minute, quietly processing what had just happened. That was perhaps the longest conversation she’d ever had with Ernesto, and she had no idea how she felt about it. It certainly hadn’t been friendly, but it hadn’t exactly been hostile either. Maybe just...pained?

Imelda stood, pocketing her phone as she turned to her apartment door. Exactly what she thought about Ernesto’s call would have to be decided later, for now it would have to filed away under Confusing Emotions to Unravel Later. The only thing she knew for certain at that moment was that Ernesto had given her invaluable information when he didn’t have to, and she wasn’t going to turn down that kind of help, no matter the source.

Imelda was quiet as she entered her apartment and made her way down the hall, only stopping to briefly check on Miguel, who was fast asleep on the couch. When she let herself into her bedroom she was sure Hector would already be asleep, but saw that he was laying in bed staring at the wall instead.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, looking over as she came in, “I was starting to worry.”

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, slipping off her flats and pulling her hair out of her ponytail as she sat on the edge of the bed, “Ernesto called, we had a chat.”

“What?” Hector sat up, something like panic in his voice, “Why did he call you? I told him to leave you alone.”

“It’s all right, Hector.” Imelda said, kissing his cheek as he joined her at the side of the bed, “He told me about your talk this morning.”

“But- why-?” Hector started, but Imelda took his hand, giving him a look that made him quiet.

“Ernesto told me that he’s decided to leave town.” Imelda said, keeping careful eye contact, “He’s decided to move out, he said he doesn’t want to be around to force your decisions anymore.”

“But...the music deal.” Hector said, looking entirely perplexed, “It’s what he wanted.”

“I think it’s still what he wants, but the question is whether you want it.” Imelda said.

Hector swallowed, looking down at their hands, “I want to make everyone happy, and I want to be able to provide for our family. If this music deal is what will be the best for everyone then I’ll happily do it, I don’t mind.” he looked up at her, “But...you don’t want me to take it?”

It would be so easy to just take control now and make the decision for both of them, like when she’d mandated every bit of their first relationship, or how she took control at work as his boss. She could easily repeat the long, detailed list of reasons Ernesto had given her to convince Hector not to do this. But that wasn’t how she wanted to start the rest of their lives together.

“Hector,” she said, putting a hand to the side of his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek, “you spend so much of your time thinking about others. It’s one of the reasons I love you. I also love you because you always make the best of whatever situation you’re placed in, no matter how tough it is. You always find the brighter side of things, and you always work so hard to reach your goals.”

She looked into his eyes, “That’s why I’m not at all worried about marrying you. I know that no matter what happens, we’ll do just fine if we work together. If you want to pursue this or whether you want to keep teaching I’ll support you, but I want you to choose what will make you happy, I don’t want you to choose based on what you think will make others happy. Not me, not your mother, not Ernesto. If you can see yourself genuinely being happy with your choice down the road then that’s what we’ll do.”

Hector watched her for a long moment in the dark room, lit only by the streetlamp light filtering through the curtains.

“But...what do you want?” he asked, sounding a little sheepish.

“I want you to be happy and fulfilled.” Imelda said gently, kissing his jaw as she put a hand on his chest, “That’s what I want. I trust you.”

“This would be a lot easier if you just told me what to do.” Hector said, resting his forehead against hers, a weak smile in his voice.

In response Imelda just kissed him, not the quick kiss she had given him outside, but a real kind of kiss that got him to pull her closer.

“I think we should both get some sleep.” Imelda said softly, running her fingers through his hair, “You’re exhausted.”

“Alright.” Hector said, his eyes still closed as he gently kissed her neck, “I’m sorry for today.”

Imelda shushed him, pulling him to lay down beside her and pulling the blanket up over them both as she curled up against him.

Tomorrow would doubtlessly bring it own concerns and issues, Hector would still need to decide what it was that he really wanted, but for now Imelda had to trust that he would make the right choice.

And make sure that Hector knew that whatever it was, that she would be with him every step of the way.

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Hey guys, as the chapter name suggests, this is indeed the second to last chapter of teacher!au. This is the last chapter I’ll be writing for the main storyline and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. <3

@slusheeduck will be posting their last chapter soon which will be the end of the main timeline. After that we will each have an epilogue piece we will be posting, but this is pretty much it you guys, after a year and a half of writing this thing I can hardly beleive it. 

Thanks so much for being such a wonderful audience, I hope you enjoy the upcoming grand finale end of Coco Teacher!au. We’ve had such an amazing time writing it for you all.

- Wit

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused on this here day? Start from the WAAAY beginning!

Chapter 1: It is Wednesday My Dudes.

Howdy! I guess I should introduce myself? Oof UMMMMMM, the names Lili Perla Iida! I’m 15 years old, about to turn 16, and I’m the oldest of 4 kids. Being big sis feels as natural as the wind in my hair as I pirouette. Speaking of dancing, it’s a Saturday morning, that means I have to get my ass in 5th gear for my private dance lessons. My favorite days are the ones where I get to dance and cause havoc with my siblings! I guess I should head downstairs for breakfast before that robo doggy yips at me for still being in my room.

“Buenos dias mija!” thats my mom, she’s the one bitch I respect the most.

“Good mornin” I greet everyone at the breakfast nook “what’s for breakfast?”

“Spam and eggs with toast” that’s my dad at the stove, I love him but he’s putting too much pressure on me to follow his footsteps. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Oh FUCK yea!” I holler as I jump into my spot at the nook. There’s nothing more I love than some egg and toast with my iced coffee.

“I’m hungies! Please just gimme one toast!” thats my younger brother Iwata, but I call him Iwee or Iwa, don’t tell the other two but he’s my favorite sibling. He’s the one that schemes and I say if that’s doable or not.

“DADDY! Tensei is teleporting my forkfuls into his mouth!”

“MOMMY! Hanaka set my toast on fire!” those two brats are my twin siblings, Hanaka and Tensei but I call them by their middle names, Rosa and Oro. Rosa is half-way decent to be around, so I share a room with her. Oro is a punk ass bitch in the making but I can’t hate him too much, he’s an intellectual.

“Can’t we go one breakfast without something catching on fire?” I rolled my eyes as I got served “thanks dad.”

“Nope, fuck you” Rosa stuck her tongue out “TENSEI STOP!”

“Hanaka! What did we say about tongues?” scolded dad “your family isn’t fire proof!” he turned to Oro “and what did we say about pestering your sister?”

“I shouldn’t play with fire unless I wish to get burned” the boy pouted and crossed his arms “but Iwa and I are hungies!”

“Here’s your plates” dad slid the food in front of the two boys “no more yelling or I’m taking away toast privileges!”

“NOOO THAT’S NOT FAIR!” we whined, you can take away our freedom but us Iida kids will be DAMNED if the sanctity of toast in the morning gets taken away.

“Oh shit, listen to your father” mom jeered as dad sat next to her “oh Lili, don’t forget about applications for entrance exams.”

“I still don’t know where to consider” I sigh as I butter my toast “like, I get that theres privates that have scouted me to go to their’s but I just wanna go to a dance school.”

“Sweet heart, you know we can’t just send you off overseas so young!” mom spoke with a hint of worry “besides, you still have private lessons at the institute until you turn 18! I won’t let you go off without the things you love to do.”

“You can always apply to UA” dad spoke up as he cut his spam “with the recommendations we can give, you don’t have to take the entrance exam.”

“Ugh, I can’t dance if I’m going to a hero school” I huffed “I don’t wanna go to your pompous alma mater dad. No offense mom.”

“None taken, not even I wanted to be there” mom responded so casually.

Dad gave her a side glance “May I remind you on who you met in said pompous school that helped build this family?”

“May I remind you on who was too much of a little bitch to tell me they liked me at said pompous school even though we saw each other basically everyday” she sipped her coffee loudly, marking her win.

“Oof I felt that roast in my DNA” Iwa hit the whoa “that shit hurted, F in the chat for Dad’s pride.

“F” chanted everyone but dad.

After breakfast, I grab my duffle bag and make my way to town.

“Good morning Lili!” thats my aunty Mimi, her and my mom are besties “say good morning Nikita.”

“Guden Morgen Lili!” that’s Nikita, Mimi’s daughter. She’s just a year younger than my twin siblings and today they have a little playdate as my mom and Mimi go to work.

“Mornin’! See y’all later!” I wave them off.

“Oh Lili! Good Morning!” that’s my uncle Jin, he lives next door to us and is besties with my mom and Mimi. For someone that doesn’t have kids, he sure does know how to care for them.

“Mornin’! Are you driving today?”

“Yep, can’t let the media know your mom’s car needs detailing!” he joked as he waved me off.

The dance institute I attend is in the same town we live in and just a 20 min walk from the gated community we live in. Well, 20 minutes for me because I walk kinda fast because of the engines on my feet. Dumb location for the quirk but it does help me when I dance.

“Ah Lili! There you are!” cried out my dance teacher as I walked in “can you lend me a hand in costuming? We need re-adjustments for a few costumes for the level 3s.”

“Of course I’ll help, be right there in a jiffy!” I rush into the costuming room, my second home at times! The lord has blessed me with a second quirk, Master Thread, and I like it more than my other one. It’s not dumb and super useful! I heard that there was once a pro-hero that had the same quirk and my parents knew him before his retirement. My mom says that she interned under his agency and he favored her for her Copy quirk. How cool is it that?! But hero stuff ain’t for me, I just wanna look pretty and dance for the masses. Maybe one day make elaborate ballet costumes, I already make my own at home to practice my quirk. How lucky am I to have such supportive parents?! After I finish the adjustments, I quickly put on my pointe shoes to do a practice run of our summer showcase. As much as I work well with the others in my class, I’m not friends with any of them and I don’t blame them. The instructors show me too much favoritism and even I’d hate me for hogging the attention.

“Lili! Marvelous work!” one of the instructors praised “how about we make you a solo act for this season finale?!”

“Me?! On such short notice?!”

“Yea! I thought I was going to do a solo act?!” huffed one of the girls on stage.

“Yes, you and Lili are going to be solos” they responded “we need to fill out time for our show and I know Lili can give quite a show.”

I looked around to my dance-mates and they all rolled their eyes “I mean, sure but I don’t know how good I can make a solo act in a month and a half!”

“Great!” they clapped “okay, from the top! We need to work on those jumps!”

As usual, nobody bids me good bye at the end of class. I’ve known most of them since I started there at age 5 and they don’t give me the decency to say hello or good bye! It sucks but I didn’t join to make friends. I walk through the streets to get to the fabric store I frequent, you’ll often catch me here after school or practice.

“Lili! Hey!” that’s Maru, he’s son of the number 1 hero, Deku. Our parents are friends and his dad owes his life to my mom because of her quick thinking that saved him back during the UA days. So I guess Maru is my friend?

“Oh sup Maru” I stopped walking as he ran toward me “what brings you around these here parts?”

“I was just looking at some of those shops” he points down the street “theres always cool stuff around here.”

“Yea there is, anyways, wanna join me?” I get giddy “I heading into the fabric store and I need some opinions.”

“I’m your guy!” he joins me as I fully geek out over the new satins.

“Okay so which one? The candy blue” I hover the bolt over my chest “the pearlescent one OR this blush pink?”

“I’m torn between the pearl and pink one” he mutters to himself “what are you trying to make?”

“Another costume, I got a solo act but I have yet to come up with something.”

“Oh that’s not fair! Isn’t the showcase in a few weeks?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” I groaned “I need so much help Maru! Plus I have to get started on applications and it’s all just a mess.”

“Well, if you ask me” he gets up and walks up to Lili “I think you should get both these satins and I know you’ll come up with something amazing! You’re really good at being graceful” he does a shakey spin “see? And why don’t you apply to UA? So that way we could go to school together!”

“Thank you for your kind words but I’m not going to hero school” I turned to put the blue satin back in the rack “I wanna wear pretty dresses and dance, not kick villain ass!”

“But think about it!” He picked up the two bolts of satin “how cool we’d be as a duo! I’d kick villain ass and you wrap them up to detain them!” he walked up to her “I’d be much braver with you by my side.”

“Be serious!” I laughed as I playfully pushed him “it’s not playtime, it’s hero work! Plus you gotta make your parents proud.”

“But I am serious” he retorted “I want to fight along side you, I want to do lots of things along side you. We’ve been friends since you were born!”

“And? That doesn’t mean you can’t live without me!” I look through the decals section “But you’re already doing great over there.”

I make my purchase and Maru walks me to the front gate before parting ways. What to do? The days just whoosh on by and I don’t have much to go off on. I submit applications to some private high schools that have dance programs but dad keeps insisting that I apply to UA. He had the audacity to give me a physical copy of the application! Apparently hero school apps are due much later than the other schools, for UA it’s October and it’s end of June right now. More time passes and I got a piece together for the showcase along with costume. At this point, I’m just counting the days until I get a response from those other schools I applied to.

-Night of the Summer Showcase-

What a night to be alive and pretty! My costume got the eyes of many that they didn’t notice my tiny fumbles. Another success in my books! My family came out to see me and so did Maru. After, I met up with my parents and Maru also came up to us.

“Amazing show Lili” he hands me a large bouquet of flowers “these are for you!”

“Oh you didn’t have to get me flowers” I was astounded by the mass of pink roses and lilies “but I’m glad you enjoyed the show!”

“I loved your floating spins and the thing at the end when you revealed the satin costume!” he imitated some of my moves “oh um, is it cool if we go for a little walk?”

“Oh sure let me just give these to my mom” I turn to my mom “I’m going for a walk, catch up with yall later.”

“Don’t wander too far! It’s dark out” dad chopped as I turned.

We walk to the garden area to the side of the performance hall “it’s a nice summer night.” commented Maru “the sky is clear too.”

“It is” I smile as I look up “I hardly get the time to look at the sky anymore, I loved star-gazing as a child.”

“Lets star-gaze over there!” Maru pointed to an open patch of grass. We lay on our backs and point at our made up constellations. “You know, I really enjoy your company Lili. You make things so much fun.”

“Thanks I guess?” I really didn’t know how to take that compliment.

“It’s a good thing” he laughed and turned his body on his side, toward me “I’ve been thinking about what you said about just wanting to look pretty and dance. Well, what if I figured out something?”

“What did you figure out?” I was genuinely confused because I don’t remember there being a problem with me wanting that.

“I figured out how you can dance and be pretty with always being by my side” he smiled “we just, get married.”

A record scratched in my head, did this foo just say get married? “Um, what?”

“I know that was a bold thing to say but I was giving it some thought” he explained himself “I like you a lot Lili, I want to be someone you can depend on and I can be someone that supports you in everything you want to do. I’ll be the breadwinner and you can do your thing and not have to work as hard.”

“But I don’t JUST want to be pretty and dance” I butted in “I want to work too! Professional Dancer is a legit career plus I want to go to college” I was starting to think I’m missing the point here “why are you suddenly talking about this?”

“I’m saying that I like you, more than a friend” he meekly spoke “and I want to be a man you can be proud of. You make me feel like I could do anything! Won’t you be my girlfriend?”

My mind was racing but going dumber, how do I tell him that he’s making a mistake without saying it word for word? “Maru, I didn’t know you felt that way!” I scrunched my face “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, take your time!” he leaned in closer to my face, softening his voice “maybe I should show you how serious I am.” This bitch fully kissed me on the lips, my first kiss and I didn’t feel the sparks or flutters in my tummy. I felt...nothing.

“Huh” I said after he broke the kiss “well uhhhhhh oof um” I stood up “I’ll be talking to ya later” I do finger guns and bolt to the parking lot.

“Wait Lili!” he tried to catch up to me.

“TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME!” I yell before locating my parents “MOM! por favor start the car!” I get in and everyone picked up that I was not okay and something happened but needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Once we got home, I took a shower and slumped in my fuzzy chair in the dark.

There was a knock at my door “Hey, you wanna eat some hot chips with me?” it was Iwa.

“Sure” I open the door to let him in.

“What’s the deal with you? Everything was cool until you started running” he popped open a party size bag of hot cheetos con limon.

“Ugh it’s Maru” I grab a few cheetos “he out of nowhere just confessed and kissed me.”

“Oh shit!”

“Right?! And I feel a little fucked up” I crunched on a cheeto “because I feel like he could do better and when he kissed me, I felt nothing. And that was my first kiss, from my childhood friend!” I put my handful of cheetos in my mouth “I wanted to feel those good feelings but I didn’t. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Dang Lili, from how I see it” he licked the cheeto dust from his thumb “it’s a sign that he’s wrong and you aren’t the one for him” he gestured to the ceiling “the universe isn’t telling you to kiss every boy but just that it’s okay not to reciprocate feelings to somebody else. Your feelings are valid and you’re the baddest bitch here.”

I started to feel a lot better after talking to Iwa. I eventually told my mom and she said basically the same thing. I am confident to say that I am not in love with my friend and I don’t need their validation. Of course I didn’t get a chance to tell Maru since it’s summer and he’s busy with school. In some weird twist of fate, I got rejected by all these schools I applied to. I wasn’t upset, just questioning if this is the universe trying to tell me something.

“You okay sis?” carefully asked Rosa “you don’t look too hot.”

“I don’t know what to do” I spoke up from my desk “nothing but rejection letters and I’m not worried about school or where I go, but what’s wrong with having me as a student?”

“Hmmm, well I know daddy wants you to go to that school” she points at the blank UA application on my desk “and you want to go to a dance academy...por que no los dos? You can go to dance academy for college and go to hero school BUT only to spite dad.”

“Rosa, you’re a genius!” I praised her “who says you have bad ideas?!”

“I know I’m right” Rosa gives a power stance “I’m the powerhouse of the cell!”

And I did just that, I applied and got an invite almost immediately to take the entrance exam in early November. That gave me almost 2 months to train, plenty of time! I tried to hide this from my dad but the word slipped and he was too happy to take me to the exam and help me train. Don’t even get me started on that whole side of the family, uncle Tensei started crying, grandma and grandpa wouldn’t shut up on how the family is going to be full of heroes. All the while, I was trying to break the news that I wasn’t going to be returning for the advanced level courses of dance. All the instructors were sad to the point of begging, everyone else was happy that I was leaving. 

-Day of exam-

“You have everything you need?” Dad asked me for the 5th time since we got in the car “we still have time to-”

“YES DAD! FUCK!” he was stressing me out “I’m ready to take this test, stop worrying.”

He sighed “You remind me so much of your mother when we were at UA” he smiled at the thought “she’d snap at me too when I was being overbearing, but I did it because I loved her and wanted her to succeed.”

“Well, what’s one thing she couldn’t leave without?”

“She didn’t feel right unless she hugged me goodbye” he chuckled “even something so simple made my heart race.” He pulls up to the front of the massive front gate of UA “we’re here, do your best! I believe in you.”

“Thanks dad” I take a deep breath “I’ll call you later.”

I walk in the place and I don’t see anyone familiar, just a bunch of students from public schools and other privates. I took a written exam, then came the infamous physical portion. My dad and his hero friends were telling me that it’s one of the toughest entrance exams in the nation, but I wasn’t afraid, just oddly excited! I do my stretches, just minding my business, when I get some crude comments.

“Excuse me but the dance auditions are that way” said some boy condescendingly “why don’t you take your little pink shoes and get out of here before the big scary robots crush you?”

I squinted at them as the group of boys behind them laughed “Excuse me but aren’t the weak little bitches auditions that way?” I stood up to show that I tower him in height “I’m in the right place little man.”

“Lets get to the gates dude, she’s scary”

Everyone was summoned to the start gate and I had a feeling that somebody was watching me. Not like a camera watching me but like somebody near me was looking at me. I looked around but didn’t see anybody familiar or staring at me, it didn’t matter once the siren wailed to start the exam. I was kicking mecha ass with some fancy moves thrown in and when I thought I was going to end the exam on a good note, I hear somebody cry out for help. I rushed over and saw someone had their arm and leg trapped under a mecha, with the added panic of the 0 point big boy mecha dangerously close. I wasn’t going to leave them there, so I gave my all to lift the mecha off them. I couldn’t even lift the thing an inch off them! I had to get creative and used my 2nd quirk to lift the mecha off. I did it and pulled them out to make a run for the safety line.

“It’s no use, just leave me here” said the trapped person “I can’t walk.”

“I’m not giving up on you! I don’t care if I fail this exam” I unraveled my sports jacket, shirt and the ribbons in my hair to fasten them to me “hold on tight! We’re going airborne!”

“Wha-!”

I use the last of my energy to blast us into the air in a wide arch to barely avoid the mecha crushing us. Of course I didn’t have a back up plan and we crash landed in the safety zone, on top of other students.

“Owchies” I groaned “is everyone okay? Sorry about that! I didn’t have a landing plan.”

The nurse runs over “WAH! Miss Iida?! You caused this mess?!”

“Heh ummm yea” I shamefully admitted “sorry Miss Eri, I couldn’t let this student get crushed by the big boy mecha.”

“Lets get you two in the stretcher, come on” she sighed in disbelief “and I’ll be telling your parents young lady!”

“Aww wack!” I pouted as robot helpers put me in the stretcher. I looked over to see the other person in the stretcher next to me “are you alright?”

“I’ll be okay know” they smiled at me “thank you so much for not giving up on me.”

“No problem! I’m Lili by the way.”

Before they could tell me their name, they were hauled away for intensive care. It was fair, they did get injured far worse than me, I walked away with just some gnarly bruises and a scraped shoulder. I didn’t see them after and I really wanted to know their name because they looked oddly familiar. My parents were worried about my injuries as I tend to heal slower. It was winter vacation, usually I’d be excited to be in the holiday mood but I was just waiting in anxiety for my letter. Come the last day of December, I got my acceptance letter! The amount of relief I got from it all was amazing, according to the letter, I scored the most rescue points. Making me at the top of the scoreboard along with some others, so I’m in Hero class A, just like dad and mom. My dad fussed over me the most in the weeks leading to the first day of school.

-Morning of the first day-

“Wake up Wake up Wake up!” yipped the robo dog as they bust into my room “it’s the first day of classes Lili and Hanaka! Please get dressed and hurry down for breakfast.”

“Hnnn it’s 7 in the god foresaken morning!” I groaned as I rubbed my eyes “welp, come on Rosa or the boys are going to beat us to the sinks.”

“Hn! 5 more minutes” she tossed in her bed “Tensei is gonna teleport us to school, you have to ride with daddy.”

“Don’t remind me you brat!” I threw my pillow at her “whatever, just don’t melt the shampoo bottles.”

“Fuck you!”

I quickly take my shower and got dressed in my new uniform to greet my parents. They fawn over how much I look like them when they went to UA, mom told me the story of how she got confused for a boy on the 1st day because her ass was too big for the skirts that they had to be tailor made! I got a good laugh out of that and it made me feel better about starting my school day. I kiss them goodbye and got in the car with dad.

“Excited Lili?”

“Yea, I mostly want to see if that person I rescued made it in” I could hardly sit still in the passenger side “the rush I got from them thanking me had me feeling alive.”

“I hope they did! Sounds like you made a friend if they did.”

“I also wonder who’s the homeroom teacher!” I said as we slowed at the last stoplight before school “since it’s not Eraserhead anymore, I hope it’s one of your friends or some other notable alumni.”

“That’s a good question” Dad pondered “you have to let me and your mother know when you get home” he stops at the same place as last time “here’s your stop, have fun and make friends!”

“Okay dad” I took in a calming breath “I’ll see you later!”

To think my parents walked through the same doors, not knowing that they were going to end up like this? Now their daughter... I hope I’ll find my soulmate here too. I have a soft spot for the love my parents have for each other, you can just tell that they’ve been working on their love since before they actually started dating. I often catch them making out, give loving embraces after a hard day and care for each other in different ways. I want to be loved as hard as my dad loves my mom.

“Lili? Is that you?!” Maru’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh? Oh, Maru! Hi!”

“Hey! You made it in!” he gave me a tight hug and twirled “welcome to UA! If you want, I have time to walk you to class.”

“Oh sure” he puts me down “do you know where room 1-A is?”

“Sure do! It’s down over here” he leads me to the hero wing “wow A class huh? I thought the hero stuff wasn’t for you?”

“I thought so too” I shrugged “guess I just had to try and see for myself.”

“If you’re not busy at lunch, we can eat together too.”

“Don’t you have friends here Maru?” I snickered at him.

“You have to call me Midoriya-senpai around the others” he said trying to silence me “and I have to call you Iida-chan.”

“Eww fuck no” I gagged “sounds like you’re calling my dad chan! I’m going to call you Maru, and you have to call me Lili MAYBE Perla if I’m acting up.”

“Fine but I’m saying that I’m respected around here for being one the top students” he bragged as he put his hand on my head “and you’re just a little bitty baby still!”

“Ah! Get yo hand off my hair” I tickle his side to retract his hand “looks like this is my class, see ya later!”

“You don’t play fair Lili” he waved me off “have fun.”

 I walk in and see a few people already there, I looked around for my seat and mine is number 4. I set my bag down and get approached by someone.

“Um hi, you probably don’t recognize me but I’m the person you rescued at the exam” shakily spoke the person “I didn’t get a chance to say, but my name is Hoshi Togata.”

I looked at them and something was oddly familiar about them, like I knew them before the exam “Oh you made it in! I was worried if you placed and if you recovered well.”

“You were worried about me?” they blushed “well, I recovered just fine. My arm was broken but Nurse Eri healed me before I was supposed to go home.”

The bell rang and we all sat in our seats, Hoshi sat behind me.

“Good Morning class! And welcome to UA, my name is-”

“BAHAHA NO WAY!” I bursted into laughter “Yo we got Diaper Boy as homeroom teacher?!” 

“My name isn’t Diaper Boy!”

“Oh I’m sorry, Diaper Man!”

Our teacher rubbed his temples “Anyways, my name is Grape Juice but you can call me Mineta sensei.” He gave me a stern look “Miss Iida, I trust you’ll behave like your father.”

“Don’t compare me to that Turbo Rectangle!”

“It’s like listening to your mother in your father’s body” he muttered.

Once we went through a whole day of classes, Hoshi and I walk around.

“You know Togata, you look oddly familiar and it’s bothering me a bit.”

“How?” they sweat a bit “I’m just one of the boys!”

“Hmmm, I feel like we met before the exam” I rubbed my chin “but I can’t quite remember, we were probably children when it happened.”

“Well, actually” he put some thought into it “I was thinking the same thing sort of, would it help if I told you my dad is Lemillion?”

“Oh shit! It’s coming back to me!” I was wide eyed as we head to the parking lot “yea! They have 2 boys and a girl my age. OH THAT’S WHO! I was thinking about your sister, how is she by the way?”

“Oh ummm I don’t have a sister” the smile on his face disappeared as he said that.

“Huh? Maybe I was-” I hear a car honk, it was mom “oop, gotta go! See you tomorrow!”

I hop in the car and waved bye. I told my family of my school day and my mom couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that their school-mate Mineta was the homeroom teacher. But as I was getting ready for bed, one thing was bothering me... where did I see Hoshi before?

-Chapter 1, End-

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[cherrytsukkis]

cousin!yoongi

THIS IS NOT INCEST I SWEAR LMAO

genre: fluff :D

love: me

sorry this is sort of bad, idk what happened especially at the end djshfkjd

word count: 1071

probably your favorite cousin

he was years older than you

(sorry to 99 and down liners, im basing this more around my age, 2001)

you would always get excited to see him on holidays

ever since you were a smol baby he carried you around and you clung to him

when he started training you saw less and less of him

until you decided you wanted to become an idol too

and what better company than the one he was at?

you were pretty sure he was the one who got you in

but he always denied it and said it was because of how talented you were

you were a dancer

and only started a year or two before you began training

so you didn’t believe him

as you trained and he had his debut

he taught you how to produce and write stuff

after bts started to get more attention you saw less of him again

it didn’t bother you tho because you began preparing to debut and a sis was tired

when your group’s debut music video was released

he called you right away even tho he was abroad at the time

“i feel like a proud father. you even got a little dance solo and everything.”

he praised you and your group for a while until you forced him to go to sleep as it was late where bts was

about a year later your group was pretty much recognized for your talents

even though most people just knew you as “the other group under big hit”

you had only one comeback so far and were preparing for your next when suddenly there was a knock on the practice room door

yoongi and namjoon opened the door and greeted you with smiles and food

after you and you members greeted them properly y'all started to vacuum that stuff down

at one point one of your members was on lookout for you

because the staff had told you to watch your weight

but the chicken looked hella good so what were you gonna do? say no?

yoongi made sure you got to stuff your face and even secretly handed you your favorite candy for later

with their almighty power

joon and yoongi got the choreographer to cut practice short and your members got to go home and rest

meanwhile yoongi dragged you to go watch movie with him

even tho yoongi had the $$$

you still stopped by the convenience store and bought a bunch of snacks

and you had to store a lot under your hoodies and it was hella obvious what you were doing

but somehow y'all made it in without people noticing

in the mist of the movie you suddenly heard quiet snoring from yoongi

you laughed and let him be and snapped a few photos before you got caught lmao

yoongi was still sleeping when the movie ended but you let him sleep a bit more since he must’ve been really tired

once you guys left the theater, you headed to the nearby mall for fun

and you somehow managed to convince him to buy you a quesadilla maker/cooker thingy

you both even took photos in a photobooth as you cringed

yoongi liked them so much he spilt his strip in half and put his favorite half in his phone case

so you felt obligated to remove your t.o.p photocard and do the same

when he dropped you off home

the members screamed because you got a quesadilla maker

you later saw yoongi post photos from your family bonding time

and saw a lot of people get mad bc they didn’t see y'all in public bc y'all were just that smart

not really

but anyways after that you didn’t really see him for a long time (and I mean a looooooong time) again but your group soon became busy again

one of your members landed a role in a drama as others got some CFs

you were in charge of being in variety shows for a while

and you weren’t gonna lie, it was starting to get tiring and you didn’t understand how bts did so much schedules so often

one night you were home alone watched shows on your couch

and you got a call

from whomst?

our yoongi oppar of course 🤩

“I come bearing gifts”

“what gifts?”

“my presence and choco pies”

he instantly let himself at home and took out the stack of uno cards you had behind the tv

“y/n, if I win, you buy ramen”

“what if I win?”

“that won’t happen”

your game ended up being over an hour long because you were both cheating

you were both on your living room floor with soda

and were yelling at each other for every single thing

“STOP CHANGING THE COLOR”

“TAKE BACK THE CARDS YOU HAD, YOU CHEATER”

“STOP USING THE PLUS TWO CARDS”

after yelling for a long time you both gave up bc yall was hungry and yoongi was going to end up paying anyways so-

after bringing the ramen back home, bc yall couldnt eat outside for obvious reasons 

you started to cook them and took out some more food to feed his ass

and he suddenly got a phone call

and you could tell he was gonna have to leave again when he made a sour face as he hung up

“where are you going this time?”

“we have an ad we have to film in thailand, it was supposed to be next week but apparently it was moved closer so i have to go home and pack quickly”

“bring me souvenirs”

“i wont see you again for a while, okay?”

“bring me souvenirs”

“also call your mom, she called me earlier and asked if you were okay bc you never call her”

“souvenirs...”

“yOU ALREADY HAVE SOUVENIRS FROM THAILAND”

“no most of them were food that i already ate”

after almost throwing hands at you

yoongi left you alone with all the cooked food

as you were putting some of the food in the fridge you felt your phone vibrate

yoongz!!!: don’t go to sleep too late! also we have a family thing next saturday dont forget!!

you smiled as you replied and sat down at the kitchen counter

as you ate the ramen you took a selfie and posted it on twitter

“theres nothing better than ramen after uno”

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Holy Ground (Episode 9)

I didn't speak to either Don or my mother when we arrived home on Thursday evening, I just put Don's credit card on the kitchen bench and headed down to my room to do my homework, I was not going to let them think I was distracted in any way. I fell asleep that night still extremely angry and I carried that angry with me into Friday morning. Tess and I were eating breakfast when Don walked into the dinning room.

"Thank you for returning my card Zoey, I hope you found a beautiful dress to wear tonight" He said, trying to sound as upbeat as he can, as if the day before's conversation had never taken place.

"I did, thank you" I replied, curtly, I may be angry but I am still polite to my parents, it's a fight and I know we will eventually move past it and be good again.

"Zoey, Your mother and I are very sorry about yesterday, we never wanted to upset you or make you think that Angus isn't good enough, like Tess pointed out, we need to trust you more" He explains, "This is all new ground for us too and we're kinda learning as we are going along" He continues.

I can't stay mad at them, they were concerned and worried and I've just got to show them they have nothing to worry about.

"Im sorry too Don, I love you and Mum too and I'm sorry I yelled. I just want you both to know though that I won't let anything distract me, not even Angus, I know what my goals are for this year and I'm going to achieve them, trust me" I can feel that I'm getting worked up again, pleading with Don to see that I can do this, distraction free

"I know you can sweetie, we know you can and we trust you. We talked it over after you left yesterday and agree that it's ok if you stay at Angus' apartment but it comes with conditions and this now goes for you both" He informs us, Don is often sent in alone to set the rules for us, Mum is way too soft for that and knows that we would bulldoze her power...well Tess would anyway

"What new laws has sheriff Lothario come up with this time" Tess groans

"Nothing too big, we know you girls are growing up, soon you'll be young adults, out in the world and we don't want to be the big bad parents coming down on you and making life hard but we also don't want you to fail your final year of school and either need to repeat it or be working at Chez Llama forever so we've come up with a social plan, not just for boyfriends but for friends too, until the end of the school year social activities can only be done on Friday and Saturday nights, this includes staying at Angus or Declan's house" He explains to us

"What about the gym?" I ask nervously, please don't stop us from going to the gym.

"You can still attend the gym because it's a great stress reliever and you can still go to Cassie's house to study but no week day parties or dates, do you think we can work with that girls" He asks with trepidation, as if he's about to run on top of a landmine

Tess and I exchange looks and nod

"Yes Don" Tess says, then adds "And Mum who is no doubt hiding in the kitchen"

Mum comes running into the dining room and kisses us both on the head.

"Thank you Donnie and girls, you know I hate confrontation" she exclaims

My mother and I have that in common.

"Now come along girls,  I'll drop you to school on my way to work" Don offers

"What about my dress? It will get crushed if I take it in my bag and even if I leave it at Chez Llama all day it will then get crushed on the train to the gym" I only just realised Im going to have to bring my dress with me, as well as an overnight bag and my gym clothes. It's way too much to carry around school and on the train.

"Ok, quick detour, we drop your dress and overnight bag with Angus and then onto school" Don exclaims

I call Angus to warn him we are doing a drop off, in case he was still in bed.

"I just got back from my run" He tells me when he answers

"it's 7am and freezing outside, how can you run in this weather? At this hour?" I ask

"Ah I'm a personal trainer, it's the only time I do get to run and the sun rise was beautiful this morning" he claims

"I saw it from our dinning room table as I ate my eggs" I exclaim proudly

We drop the dress and bag off and head to school.

The day is moving so slowly, Mr Landraab gives his "this is your most important year" 3 more times today and he even threw in this his other line "every moment counts". If every moment counts then why was he wasting our time with these endless speeches of how we need to study hard, how every day counts. Just let us get through the next five months without the pressure of telling us how "this is the year that will decide your futures" I swear that man never gets tired of hearing himself speak.

Cassie has her town car drive us to the gym that afternoon and even our session drags on, full of squats and weights and now he throws in the step work. It just seems endless. Finally it's down to our last 5 minutes and we have cool down time and then we are done. Cassie, Tess and I run off to the showers where we wash the sweat off and they go about making me pretty for my date. Make up is Cassie's department, she has a way of making it look like you were born with chiseled cheek bones and smokey eyes and Tess comes in with the hair styling and making the dress sit "just right" as she calls it. My dress is a red, satin strapless masterpiece. Tess and Cassie tell me it fit perfectly "in all the right place" whatever that means. We exit the shower block and Angus is waiting for me, his eyes gowned when he takes in what I'm wearing, "you look amazing" he say, absolutely flawed

I say goodbye to Cassie, Declan and hug Tess, who whispers in my ear "you look beautiful sis, just remember if you don't want to do anything then that's ok"

On our way out the door I hear Annabelle call me back to her "Zoey you look gorgeous, are you going out tonight" she asks

"I am, my boyfriend is taking me out tonight" I tell her

"Well he's a lucky guy, is he picking you up?" She asks suspiciously as she is watching Angus hover by the door, smiling to himself

"He lives near here so I'm just going to walk to his apartment" I explain, it's not a lie either.

"Oh no, you can't walk alone" She exclaims "Angus, be a good man and walk Zoey to her boyfriend's apartment, I believe you're going in that direction anyway" She winks at me and Angus comes up behind me and whispers in my ear "Zoey, she knows, she has known from the day you first arrived here"

"But I thought we couldn't tell anyone here?" Im so confused, he laid out the rule but he broke it himself

"Annabelle is one of my best friends, we've known each other since the 2nd grade, I tell her everything" He explains

"We just don't share that information with the others who work her" Annabelle assures me "but I am happy for you Zoey and you too Gus" She smiles at us and we leave.

Angus and I walk to his apartment where he showers and washes away the day. He comes out looking mighty fine and there's a small part of me that doesn't want to go out, I want just stay in, with him and enjoy the privacy but I know we can't do that, we have to venture out into the world together.  

Angus takes me to one of the finest dining place I've ever experienced, I have a lamb rack that just melts in my mouth and Angus have a grilled chicken great with veggies. Over dinner he tells me how his sister is plans to return in the next few weeks and how excited he is to introduce us but how he fears she will "steal me away from him" because of our love for Grey's Anatomy and how re-watch season is upon us, I promise him that no one could steal me away from him and he beams.

"Why do some people call you Gus? I know it's short for Angus but do you prefer it? Do you want me to call you Gus too?" I ask him after our table has been cleared

"I'd rather you didn't actually" he says with a smile and then further explains himself "My Father's name was also Angus and as I was named after him I got called Gus growing up and I secretly hate it, Immie calls me Gus because thats who I am to her, her much younger brother Gus and Annabelle is the only friend I'd ever be comfortable with calling me Gus because she's my oldest friend and that was how she knew me when we were 7 year olds"

"Have you and Annabelle ever...um..." I know what I want to ask but the words won't come out.

"Have we ever dated? Is that your question" He pushes me, I nod my head, "No, Annabelle has always been like a sister to me, my parents died when I was 12, their car was hit by a drunk driver and they both died on impact. Imogen raised me from that point on and Annabelle just became like a rock to me, she's seen me through some pretty dark times, she was always there but there has never been a moment when either of our had feelings for the other" He assures me.

"Im sorry" I apologise

"For what" he ask, a confused look on his face.

"I feel silly for even asking it and now I've made you bring up the painful memories of your parents dying and I feel awful" I explain. He reaches his hand across the table and takes mine.

"Zoey don't feel bad, these are just normal 'getting to know you' questions that people on dates ask, you have every right to know if I ever had a relationship with Annabelle and as for my parents, it's ok, I'm ok talking about it now, I will admit that it did screw me up a bit in my teenage years but I want to share everything with you, the good and the bad and I want you to feel you can do the same with me" He squeezes my hand "You can ask me anything"

"Your ex girlfriend...?" I ask nervously

"Steph?" He offers up her name

"You and Steph? How long were you together? Was it serious?" I know he said I could 'ask anything' but this might be pushing it.

"I met Steph in high School, she and Annabelle were really good friends, still are actually. We started dating when we were 16, we were together for 4 years, After we graduated high school she went to university and I went to a trade school, I wanted to be a carpenter. We moved in together, to a small apartment in San Myshuno and we adopted a dog together, Nortica, Steph still has her too but she'd be getting old now, we found her as an adult, she was a stray". He stops talking and smiles to himself but then continues "I was different back then, I was chubby and would drink a lot, I wasn't a good boyfriend to Steph, I didn't cheat but I was really insecure and I pretty much pushed Steph and Brian together" There's sadness in his voice.

"How did you go from being insecure to becoming so confident?" I ask because I can't imagine Angus ever being insecure.

"I joined the Skye Gym two years ago, not long after the break up and I started working out with my trainer, Justin and he did not go easy on me at all but he taught me how to build my confidence. I stopped drinking for a while and now only have the occasional lite beer, like when I'm trying to hit on that girl at the Stargazer last Friday night" He explains

"How did work out for you with that girl?" I ask coyly

"She came back to my apartment...and then passed out on my couch so I carried her to my sister's bed, put the blanket around her and kissed her on the forehead. She looks beautiful when she sleeps but she also talks in her sleep when she's drunk" He laughs

"Oh no, what did I say?" I ask, embarrassed

"It was mostly just mumbled nonsense but you did say my name and mention that I was hot" He tells me and I go bright red, "Don't worry baby, I tell myself in my sleep how hot I am every night" He jokes

"Yeah, you're not insecure at all" I laugh

The restaurant starts to become empty by 8pm but I know I'm not ready for this night to end yet and I'm hoping he doesn't either.

"Do you wanna go to the karaoke bar near my place? We can dance there" He asks as if he's reading my mind.

"I'm not that good at dancing" I inform him

"It's all good baby, I'll lead, you'll be all good with me" He promises

"I know I will be" I reply and we both know Im not just talking about dancing.

We drive back to his apartment, park the car in the under ground garage and walk to the karaoke bar. It's packed with people who want to get drunk on a Friday night and belt out their favourite song....some better than others but still everyone is just there to have fun and the room feels electric.

"Drink?" Angus shouts over the singer butchering "Summer of '69", I nod my head and go to offer him money but he won't have it, "You're my girl, I got this", he orders me a vodka soda and a coke for himself.

"You're not having the lite beer tonight" I ask

"Nah, I'm good" he replies and we take our seats at the bar. I'm surprised to see so many people dancing and it makes me a little bit nervous too that he's going to drag me out there, in front of all these skilled dancers and I'm just so clumsy.

"They won't even notice you, I promise baby" He assures me, reading my mind again.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking?" I ask him, curiously.

"I read the expression on your face, it tells me what you're thinking most of the time. Remember I'm a former insecure kid myself, I can relate" He informs me.

"What if I'm bad? What if I fall?" My mind is ticking over with all the things that could go wrong

"Then no-one will care. You think all these people started out so good?" He laughs as he takes my hand and leads me on to the dance floor, just as a new singer takes the mike and starts singing "Rolling in the Deep". He pulls me in close to him, takes me by the waist and we start dancing slowly.

"Dancing is a lot like sex" He informs me and I feel myself start to blush

"Well I have little experience with one of those activities and none at the other so maybe you'll need to explain that too me" I tell him

"Well both sex and dancing can be performed in different styles. Like us now, slow, steady, taking our time, savouring every moment" He moves his hand further down my waist, "It can be passionate, fiery,  it can go for hours" He arches me into a dip and pulls me back up to meet his eyes and continues "It can also be fast, hot and sweaty, over before it began. It can get complicated, adding in too many moves and it can be angry, fierce"

He spins me out, never letting go of my hand and I come back to him with ease. My heart is beating so fast, surely he can feel it through the thin material of my satin dress.

"You can do it alone, in the comfort of your own home" I add to his analogy and he smiles widely and adds "Or with multiple partners". I wrap my arms around his neck and he spins me slowly, lifting me from the ground and as he lowers back down we kiss passionately.

Later that night, on our walk back to his apartment I feel like I want him more about his past dancing experience but I don't want to come off as jealous or insecure.

"Just ask it." He prompts me after a few minutes of silence

"How many women have you danced with?" I blurt out

"Dance with? Or...because I've danced with so many, started young too, remember they used to make you do those stupid barn dances in school? I had my fair share of dancing in PE and lets not forget actual school dances, the formal, I danced with so many...well I guess you wouldn't really call them women, more like girls" He laughs and I feel a little silly because he knows thats not what I was asking but he's going to make me say it.

"I'll reword it then mister literal, how many women have you..." I'm too shy to say the word and I can feel my cheeks are burning up.

"Zoey if you can't say the word then I can't answer your question" He is in hysterics, great, I'm glad he finds my innocence so amusing.

"How many women have you had sex with?" I shout at him with far more force than I intended, now I'm the crazy girl who shouts at her boyfriend in the streets of San Myshuno and he stops walking, turns around to face me and replies with complete seriousness "3 Zoey, there's been 3"

I wasn't expecting there to be 3, I knew Steph would be one of the 3 but in what order on that list does she even appear, like was she the last of the 3 or the first or was there a girl before Steph that he dated.

"I've only ever dated Steph and ofcouse now You Zo" He offers up

"The other two were...?" I ask

"After Steph, with in the weeks after out break up, I was in a bad place and Caleb thought it would help if tried to hook up with girls, the first one was just casual sex for the both of us but the second one got too attached and I had to going to The Stargazer...for a while" He explains

"Oh" I shouldn't ask questions when I'm not ready for the answers.

"I loved Steph and that love doesn't just go away once it's over, I felt, at the time, that I needed an outlet to pour that love into, even if I didn't love the person receiving it, I was messed up Zoey and it was a long time ago and it's the reason I don't do the casual sex thing, it gets too messed up and you're looking at me like I've any chance with you now" I cancer the desperation in his voice.

"You haven't lost me, I ask a question and you gave me a completely honest answer and I respect that Angus. Your past is just that, your past, I didn't know you then so I'm in no position to judge" I assure him

"Thank you Zoey" He sounds relieved

"I liked dancing with you" I tell him, "You're very skilled"

"Wait until I show you my other moves baby" He teases.

Once back inside the apartment I realise how late it actually is.

"Angus it's 3am, we've been out all night and I'm guessing you're getting up in a few hours to go for a run?" I ask him

"I'm skipping my run, just this once" He tells me, as I begin to unpin my hair, "Do you need to shower before bed?" he asks

"Umm yeah, is that ok?"

"Yes Zoey, it's all good, you can use my shower, I put a shower gel in there for you, the girl at the store said it's the best and it smells like strawberries too" he tells me

"Thanks that's so sweet. You're not showering?" I ask.

"I will after you're done baby" he replies

silence falls between us for a moment, I'm engulfed by nerves.

"Zoey, you don't have to do anything you're not ready for" He assures me but I think I am ready to take a smell step

"I'm not ready to have sex with you, not yet, don't get me wrong, I want to Angus but I also want to the moment to be special when we do take that step and I know that sounds sappy but I know I want to share that with you but we are not there yet, please don't get angry, I know you've put in all this effort tonight and I know nights like tonight would usually end in sex but I'm just not ready to take that step yet" I can feel myself getting worked up but I had to say it.

"Oh Zo no, please don't think that I just did all that tonight to get you into bed, I know you're not ready yet and I promise that when you are we will plan it together, I'll make it special for you baby" He assures me

"I'm not ready to have sex tonight but..." Just take the leap Zoey, ask him

"But?" he repeats, curious.

"But will you join me in the shower?" I ask, my heart is in my throat

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured at all" He asks sweetly and I know I'm sure, I can trust him completely

"Yes please"

He stands behind me, slowly unzips my dress and lets it slink to the ground, sweeps my hair to one side and kisses my neck softly, moves his mouth to my ear and whispers "You looked gorgeous baby"

"Thank you" I whisper back, I swear my heart is going to escape my chest and he lets his fingers sweep down my arm until they meet my hands, his hands sit on top of mine and guiding our arms to wrap around me and for a moment it creates a warm, comforting blanket around me.

"Zoey I'm going to remove your underwear, is that ok" He whispers and I nod, unable to speak. His arms leave my own and the feathery touch of his fingers run down my waist, sliding into the sides of my underwear and pushing it down to the floor.

"Step forward" He orders and I obey.

He pushes my clothing aside with his foot, grans my hand and spins me around, I've never been naked in front of a man before and every insecurity starts to play out in my mind. My initial reaction is to cover up but he stops me.

"Zoey you're beautiful, don't be ashamed" He reassures me and I kiss his lips tenderly

"Are you showering in clothes tonight" I ask, giggling

"I wasn't going to but you may need to help me out" he suggests, smirking, taking off his vest. I unbutton his shirt with trembling hands, reaching the last one and I push the shirt down his arms and it floats to the floor. I run my palm down his torso, smiling to myself.

"You're not done yet miss green" He reminds me

"I savouring the moment" I inform him and he laughs

"Fuck you're cute" He says as he leans down to kiss me, "Bu you've gotta keep going"

Pants Zoey, he is hinting for you to remove his pants.

I unbuckle his belt, pull is swiftly through the loops and throw it on the floor all the while maintaining eye contact with his sea blue eyes.

Unbutton his pants and pull the zip down, one push and they hit the floor. The thin red silk of his boxers is all that remains between us now.

"It's ok if you want to stop Zoey" He assures me but I've come this far.

"Im going to touch your arse as I remove your boxers" I warn him, "So if you feel the need to flex to impress me then that would be the time"

He laughs but I feel his but tighten as roll my hands around his cheeks and shimmy him out of his boxers.

There we stand in front of each other, naked, nothing left to hide. I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom, we step inside the shower and he turns the water on, the heat tingles on my bare skin.

"Is the temp ok" He asks concerned, I nod

"It's perfect, you're perfect" I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Zoey, I'm far from perfect, I just didn't want to tell you that you smelt" he laughs and I look at him with a mock surprised look

"So, you only asked me out because I have poor hygiene that you aim to improve?" I ask

"Yeah, it's really bad, it's why I kept staring at you that first day you walked into my gym, I was thinking "Where is that smell coming from" and it was you" He jokes

"You were staring at me that first day?" This time genuinely surprised

"Umm yeah, you were just this beautiful, shy enigma that caught my attention and then that second day, when you said Tess wasn't coming, I'll admit, I thought you just wouldn't talk to me at all"

"I wasn't going to talk to you" I tell him

"Why did you then" he asks curiously

"Because you wouldn't shut up, you just kept asking me questions and I kept watching the time and trying to stay silent, my plan was if I didn't talk then you wouldn't talk to me" I inform him

"I love a challenge baby and your plan was never going to work, I was always going to make you mine" He smiles and spanks me on my behind. We both stand there for a moment, taking in what just happened, the smile is removed from his face and replaced with a look of shock.

"I didn't mean to do that, I got carried away, I'm so sorry" he apologises and I can feel his heart beating faster, he's nervous, I've made Angus nervous!

"I enjoyed it" I reassure him smiling and I'm not lying, it was exciting. I kiss him and he relaxes again

"Let's get you washed Zoey" he says, squeezing strawberry body wash onto a loofa and begins making circles with the loofa, massaging my skin all over until he reaches me breasts, he stops.

"It's ok" I tell him, giving him permission to them. He cups my left one as he cleans it with great attention to detail, soaping up my nipple and giving it a little squeeze, I feel the electric bolt go through me and he follows up the routine on the right side, finishing with the same nipple squeeze, same electric bolt racing through me

"You're gorgeous Zoey" He tells me

"Gorgeous and smelly right" I joke

"No, just gorgeous" He corrects me and I smile.

After our shower we towel off and get dressed in pyjamas, well in my case PJs, he just throws on a fresh pair of boxers.

"I put fresh sheets on Immie's bed" He tells me and I look at him confused

"I thought I'd be sleeping in your bed?" I say

"I had hoped you would too but I didn't want you to feel pressured to"

"I want to, I mean if you're ok with it?" I ask

"Get into the bed Zoey" He smiles

He turns the lights off and climbs in next to me, wrapping me up in his arms, our bodies curving into each other and I feel myself drift off to sleep

"Zoey?" He whispers

"Hmm?" I murmur back

"You're feet are freezing"

"No, I put them between your legs to warm them up, they're warm now"

"No, they're freezing" He laughs

"Shh sleep"

Silence fills the air and again I begin to drift off

"Zoey?" He Whispers

"Hmm?" I murmur back

"I love you"

[awkwardedgygirl]

Stay For A While Chapter 10

Hi I made another chapter. I am on a roll and I am hoping to be able to finish soon. You can read the earlier chapters on Ao3. I changed my name on there to AwkwardWriting. Also find me on Patreon which is named AwkwardWriting as well. If anybody has any questions about my story I would love to hear from you! Anyways I hope you enjoy.

If Keith had one complaint about his new living situation it would have to be getting up early to go to school the same time as Allura and Shiro, especially for six a.m. football practice on Monday. But nonetheless he gets up when asked and heads to the field. He joins a sleeping Pidge on the bleachers who is currently using their backpack as a pillow.

“Mornin’ Pidge.” Keith mumbles in his sleepy state sitting roughly down next to them.

Pidge only grumbles and swats their hand like Keith is a buzzing fly in their ear.

Keith shakes his head brushing them off and chooses watches the players run laps around the field. Of course Lance is in the front even a little more ahead of Shiro. Keith’s eyes get stuck on Lance watching how he moves when he runs. After a few more laps the whistle is blown and some players fall to the ground in exhaustion, Lance leans against Hunk who in turn is leaning against a tackling dummy.

Shiro claps his hands so everyone looks at him, “Hey guys I know it is early but championship games are approaching so I want to keep you guys a peak condition.”

Matt is the one to respond, lifting his head off the ground long enough to say,  “We get that Shiro but does it have to be at six in the morning?”

Shiro pretends to contemplate this before responding, “Well I mean I guess I can change early Monday morning practices to Saturday night practices if that would work better-”

“NO!” The team all shouts in unison before everyone is standing up straight ready for the next drill.

Shiro smiles, “That is what I thought. Now,” He claps his hands again, “give me ten burpees..”

The players groan but do as they are told.

Practice goes on for another hour but finally when it ends the guys rush off to the locker room to take much needed showers.

Lance is usually the last one done because he likes to on his moisturizer, Lotor ignored Lance all of practice which he is super grateful for. Hunk still waits on Lance, “So where did you go after the party Friday?” Hunk asks

Lance smiles, “Oh Keith took me home, or I guess I took him home since we took my car?”

Hunk raises a questioning eyebrow, “Keith huh?”

Lance shoots him a death glare, “Yes Keith he was.. Nearby when I was ready to leave so we left together. Is that a problem?”

Hunk holds up his hands in surrender, “No no problem just wondering because Keith lives with Shiro and Allura who are on the opposite side of town where you live.”

“Which is a piece of information we will not be telling him.” Lance adds in.

Hunk gives a soft smile, “You really like him huh?”

Lance puts down the brush he was holding and grabs on to the sink, “Yeah I think so I mean. He is like super hot right? And smart and he makes me feel like, I don’t Hunk like everything is okay… Is that weird?”

Hunk pulls his friend into a hug, “Of course not Lance. Keith seems like a great guy.”

Lance blushes, “Yeah I think he is.”

The boys leave the locker room and do not here a locker being slammed harshly or do they see Lotor walk out after them.

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At lunch Lance is the last to arrive and is speaking rapid Spanish on the phone. Hunk and Pidge are used to this, they have even learned a bit of Spanish to have a rough understanding and be able to talk to his Mami, but they can’t when he is talking this fast. Keith on the other hand doesn’t speak any Spanish and is watching him mesmerized. This is the second time he has heard Lance talk in Spanish on the phone and he think it will never not be the most amazing thing he has ever heard.

Eventually Lance sighs and says, “Si Mami, te amo.” Before hanging up and promptly laying his head face down on the table and groaning.

It’s Pidge who rolls up a napkin and throws it at his head. Lance picks it up and throws it back not even bothering to look up.

Keith, who is sitting next to him speaks, “Uh everything ok?”

Still not lifting from the table Lance turns his head to look at Keith, “She wants to meet you.”

Keith swears his heart stopped, “What?”

Lance finally sits up, “After what happened Friday she said that she ‘talked with Papi’ and now she wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

Keith says nothing at this, he is sitting there frozen in.. fear? Keith likes Lance but he has never been invited to somebody’s house for dinner before.

Pidge pokes him in the cheek with a pencil, “I think you broke him.”

Lance groans and lays his face back on the table.

Hunk on the other hand has a look on his face like he is trying to solve something, “Wait what happened Friday? I thought you just drove him home?”

Lance groans again and grabs his varsity jacket to cover his head with it, but not before mumbling a quick, “Lotor.”

Pidge and Hunk look at each other piecing together what most likely happened.

Keith is still frozen, Pidge decides this calls for drastic measures, “Keith I am going to look at your sketchbook.” They unzip his bag, “I am pulling it out,” They pull it out, “I am opening it and-” Keith snatches it out of their hands. Pidge feels proud.

“Don’t touch my sketchbook.” Keith says somewhat firmly.

Pidge backs away and goes back to their seat. Keith turns to Lance who is still hiding under his jacket, “How does she know.”

Lance pulls his jacket in mumbling something so Hunk takes it upon himself to respond, “Oh Lance tells her everything.”

Keith looks at Lance sharply who poked his head out but immediately goes back to hiding when Keith looks at him.”

Keith groans and runs his hands over his face, “Families aren’t really my thing.”

“Wow,” Pidge says almost shocked, “That is the edgiest thing I have ever heard anybody say like ever.”

Keith’s eyes are daggers, “Well sorry I have been in a lot of foster homes alright? I typically don’t stay long.”

Hunk’s eyes are warm, “Yeah but Lance’s mom is different. She is really sweet and loving and makes the best food and gives the best hugs.”

Pidge nods, “Yeah and she always listens. You can tell her anything and she will fully support you even if she doesn’t understand it herself.”

Keith is contemplating what he wants to do. He eventually decides to turn to Lance and he lifts up the jacket so he can see his eyes, “Lance. Do you want me to come over for dinner?”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Lance says instead.

Keith shakes his head, “That isn’t an answer. Yes or no.”

Lance nods his head. Keith smiles, “Then I will be there.”

Lance sits up and has a wide smile on his face, “Really?”

Keith nods.

Lance jumps up, “I have to call Mami and tell her you agreed. Oh she will be so excited!” Lance runs off phone in hand to call her.

Keith watches him leave his smile falling once he does.

To the side he hears a faint whisper of, “He looks terrified.”

“Shut up Pidge.” Keith responds.

—-

Keith’s final class of the day is with Allura for AP English. He really likes Allura and the class is alright. They are about to start their lesson for the day when there is a knock on the door. Allura walks over and his handed a note and she is smiling. She steps away and Lance walks in. Keith sits up in his seat from the back row watching him come in. Lance spots Keith and goes right to the back to sit with him, ignoring a few girls waving at him along the way.

Keith lets Lance sit at the desk in front of him that has been empty, he wants to say something smooth but all that comes out is, “You in this class now?”

Lance nods, “Yeah I was suppose to be from the beginning but Principal Zarkon is racist.”

Keith raises an eyebrow and Lance takes that a invitation to continue, “He didn’t believe that I was able to take AP English since English is my second language. Even though I passed all of the testing needed last year and Allura asked to have me in her class.”

“Sounds about right. What made him finally let you?”

Lance rolls his eyes, “My Mami called him and yelled at him for a solid hour and threatened to call the superintendent.”

Keith laughs, “I would have loved to see that.”

If Lance was going to respond he didn’t get a chance because the boys were interrupted by Allura clearing her throat. Both boys turn to look at her giving apologetic glances. She continues on talking about their next book assignment. Lance gets out a notebook to take notes and Keith does too but he doesn’t write anything. He is so caught up in the events of today. He likes having Lance in his class but tomorrow he is going to be at Lance’s house. He wonders how many people are going to be there. If there is as many people there as their was at the football game then Keith doesn’t think he can do it. He knows he still will for Lance but that doesn’t mean he isn’t completely terrified. What does he wear? Does he need to bring anything? What does he call Lance’s mom?

When class finally ends Lance runs off to football practice but not before leaving a note for Keith with some numbers on and it reads

Here is my number

Text me so we can make plans for tomorrow

Lance

Keith can’t help but smile at the note. It doesn’t say a lot but the heart makes him feel some kind of way. He immediately puts the number into his phone sending a quick ‘good luck at practice’ he wants to send a heart but decides to send a smiley face instead. Allura sees him do all this smiling at herself, “You coming to practice Keith?”

Keith shakes his head, “I got some work to do in the art room but I will be there after okay?”

She nods and heads off to the field.

Keith gets to the art room and sees Coran is still there grading test, Coran waves him in and Keith gets started working on his latest assignment. Coran assigned them the color blue, when Keith thinks of blue his mind immediately goes to Lance’s eyes, but realizing that would be a bit creepy to paint he decides to paint a dark and stormy beach. The clouds a mix of grey, blues, and purples with lightning striking down onto the sand and a man standing there arms open wide.

He is so lost in the process he doesn’t notice Coran approach from behind, “Keith my boy this painting is amazing. But I must ask, what is the man doing on the beach?”

Keith looks at the man and contemplates the question for a second, “I think. I think he likes it there.” Coran nods and Keith continues, “Like yeah there is a storm and it is bad right now but he isn’t afraid. He will stay through the storm and wait until his beautiful beach comes back.”

Coran’s smile is understanding, Keith is still looking at his almost finished painting deciding he is done for the day and leaves for the football field.

[jklmn-oh]

Room for Two Pt. 2

Genre : roommates!au, fluff, smut

Pairing : Jungkook x reader

Words : 3,446

This chapter has sexual content.

Summary : Having a crush can be hard sometimes. But what’s harder is when you stupidly decide to hook up with him, and recently he turns out to be your new roommate.

The plan of washing your clothes did not happen at all. The moment Jungkook has decided to bring you to his room, he never stopped until you have to beg him to. If you let him continue with eating you out and making you cum, you wouldn’t be able to leave his dorm and head on to yours. You were supposed to have a movie night with your friends and now that might just be a bad idea instead of sleeping in on a Saturday.

Jungkook insisted that instead of giving him a blowjob, he will walk you home, and that thought has rang too many alarms in your head. First alarm, Jungkook has been very extra sweet since this morning. Second alarm, walking you to your dorm means your friends will see him. Third alarm and most important of all, your friends have been ringing your phone since last night and yet you chose to ignore it and continue sucking the boy’s cock. What a shitty friend you are.

“Baby girl, you’re so good with that mouth.” Jungkook groaned once he finally came and lay down his bed lifeless. He pulled you beside him and made you lay your head on his chest. One thing you knew about Jungkook that not anyone would know is that the boy is a total cuddler. He hates it when his friends try to be clingy with him, especially Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. But now, this cute boy even had the courage to kiss the top of your head as if you two have been dating for how many months?

Jungkook’s phone rang momentarily harmonizing with yours and that might be the signal for you to leave. You sat up and grabbed the clothes Jungkook let you borrow and wore them. Your clothes from last night were already kept inside your bag, which is a back pack and who carries a back pack inside a club? You, of course.

The boy grabbed his phone from the nightstand and read the text message. “Oh, shit.” He cursed.

“What is it?” you asked as you fished your phone out of your bag. “Oh my goodness.” A hundred texts from your dorm mates combined plus twenty voicemails from Luna and Debby? You definitely have a lot of explaining to do.

“It’s just, I suddenly can’t remember if I paid rent last month?” Jungkook said as he pondered over it. “Jin-hyung sent me a text saying that I will be moving out.”

You giggled. “Aw, then maybe you even missed the month before that they decided to kick you out.”

“Nah, I’m sure I paid.” Jungkook’s phone made another ding. “He’s asking me to look at my e-mail.”

“That you should, or you might start packing?” you joked, to which he laughed. You have never imagined this to happen. Sure you did fantasize about the dear boy, but have you never thought that all of this would be real. You inside his room, laughing so casually with a naked boy in front of you. Your laugh halted as you placed one strap of your back pack on your shoulder. “I should go.”

“I could really walk you to your dorm.” He said.

“Do you even know where I live?” you smirked. “What if I’m living just a floor above yours?”

“Then why leave early?” he challenged. Welp, you really aren’t up for doing mind games right now. You really have to leave.

“It’s almost lunch time, my dorm mates even bombarded my phone with calls and texts.” You say, “At least let me see them? Are you planning on caging me in your room huh?”

Jungkook didn’t bother answering your question. Instead, he looked you with soulful eyes and asked, “Will we meet again?”

“I think so?” you told him. “We’re in the same university, Jungkook. I’m sure we would meet again.”

He shook his head, “I mean, can we meet again? Like…”

“Like?”

“Never mind.” He smiled. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

You suddenly remembered the first time the two of you talked in sophomore year. If there was anything notable that you have learned from the boy, is that he likes to cut himself off when talking and back off like a scared puppy. As much as you’d want to know what he was supposed to ask you, you just brushed it off. Anyway, this was just a one night stand. Even though you would like to hang around with Jungkook, you know that will not be the case. This was just a one time thing and if it weren’t for the alcohol, you wouldn’t be where you are.

“I know my way out, thanks.” You say. “Have a nice day and um, nice to meet you?”

“Yeah, you too.”

-

Getting back to your dorm was a total disaster. The moment you went in; your dorm mates were all rushing towards you. “We saw you with Jungkook last night!” they said in unison as they pulled you towards the living room. You were sat on the couch as they sat on the floor facing you like a child waiting for their mother to tell a story about Cinderella.

“You and Jungkook fucked! I knew it!” Mina exclaimed before you could even talk, and earning a glare from Leena.

“You’re not supposed to say it that way, Mina!” she said.

“But it’s true!” Mina glared back at Leena. The two girls fighting are never a rare occurrence in the dorm. In fact, it has always been like that because they were friends since high school who love annoying the hell out of each other. “Didn’t you, Y/N?”

“What?” you went back to your senses, looking back at your friends. “Uh, well…”

“You did!” Leena pointed at you accusingly. “What have you done? Why did you do that? It’s Jeon Jungkook for goodness sake!”

Luna then laughed, silencing everyone. “Calm down you guys. Y/N haven’t even told us her side yet.” She looked at you. “And it’s not like she can’t do what she wants, right Y/N?”

“Uh, yes?” of all the people, you haven’t really expected Luna to act this way. You expected her to scold you like Mina and Leena were doing because to them, even though you were the third oldest, you were the baby. You grew up from a pretty strict and tight household that was why you had a hard time learning what college life was: cramming, procrastination, partying till sun rise, and just not doing the best decisions in life but still enjoying and surviving. That also meant you rarely hang out with boys, let alone sleep at their places, or hook up with them when you barely know them. But this is Jeon Jungkook, you might be that shy girl but you’re not exactly innocent, right?

You realized how the girls were playing with you once Yena started to laugh. “I can’t put a serious face on. Let’s stop this!”

Everyone laughed and you sulked. “I hate everyone!”

“We’re just kidding oh my god, you chill sis.” Mina said, hugging you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ew.” You grumbled, still pouting while looking on the floor.

“I’m not asking you to tell us everything but how good was he?” Leena asked, “you got here pretty late so did you have round two? Oh, wait, it was just two rounds, or three? Or more?!”

Everyone laughed with Leena earning a punch on the shoulder from Luna, “stop it!” she told her. Luna looked at you, as if she was waiting for something.

“What? Do I really to answer that?” you groaned, covering your face with your palms.

“Well, we do tell you when we have sex with-” Yena teased but you stopped her. “It’s not like I asked, though.”

“Oh come on!” Luna blurted, “We all know how much you’re crushing on this boy, okay? So we gotta know this big big progress between the two of you.”

“Well,” Lenna stood up, about to leave. “Let’s just not push her, okay?”

“Ugh, fine.” You moaned in a non-sexual way, but more of on a whiny tone. “It was amazing, as in. The least I can tell you is that I came uh… three times this morning.”

“WHAT?” they all squealed.

“Jungkook really did have sex with you this morning? He did not ask you to leave?” Leena knelt in front of you and started asking questions. If anything, they are all supportive with your crush over the said boy, it’s just you were being stubborn as hell, acting like a mad shy high school girl who only wants to see the boy they like from afar.

“Jungkook doesn’t exactly let his hook ups stay the night, even.” Yena said, “heard from a classmate who hooked up with him, she had to take the walk of shame while he and his dorm mates are having breakfast because she insisted to stay.”

You suddenly remembered, “He asked his dorm mates to leave so we could have breakfast.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?” you looked at them shocked that they were screaming, and this time accompanied with some jumping.

“The boy likes you, Y/N. he would not kick his dorm mates out just for him to have breakfast with you.” Mina screamed, being warned by Leena about the noise warnings. “And he had sex with you this morning! Dear god, our friend is finally having a boyfriend!”

“Or not, what if Y/N was so good at sucking him that he wants her to be his fuck buddy?” It was as if there was an imaginary light bulb on top of Yena’s head that she pointed her finger at you, “You sly mix, you’re a sex goddess!”

“What? No!” you groaned. “What are you guys talking about? Jungkook wants nothing more, okay? I’m sure he wouldn’t even talk to me after that. Besides, it’s not like I see him on a daily, or at all. That boy updates his social media once in a blue moon, and last night was like the second time I saw him this junior year.”

Everyone went quiet and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. After a full minute, Leena decided to break the silence by saying, “Anyway, everyone will have re-assigned rooms.”

“Why?”

“You should read this.” Mina handed you her phone. Looking at the screen was an email from the dorm administration stating that there will no longer be students who can rent a room for themselves only. Meaning, there will now be roommate system effective today. “What?...”

You love personal space, you take your privacy on a serious note. That is why having a roommate is a big no-no for you. However, with the revised dorm regulations of “roomies”, you know it’s over. The sudden fluctuation of the student population may have caused it because a few days back, you hear a lot of freshmen wanted to rent a room. It’s not like you have a choice, and you’re a junior anyway, there’s nothing you can do – or you could find yourself an apartment outside the university, which is quite expensive; or a sorority house who can adopt your introverted ass – which will never be the case.

“So, do we have new roommates already?”

“No-”

“-yes,” Leena said. “But they’ll be here until next month, to fix things here and there.”

“No, yes? What does that mean?” you asked. Your friends only looked at each other, but then Luna smiled, “it means someone might have asked Leena already and she agreed. Leena is like our RA and she’s like our mother.”

“Aw, thanks.” Leena cooed. “Anyways, yep. Someone did ask me, and they’re a group of five. I figured it’s better to let them rent 2 and a half of the rooms since we are five ourselves.”

“2 and a half? That means…”

Leena looked at Mina, “Yep, one of us must be roomies with one of them too. Or, I don’t know, we could be roomies with them, depends on how the room assignments will be. I feel like it would be safe to assign roomies when they’re here, right? We have five rooms, and if we don’t exactly like them then we could probably give them only one room and share the four.”

Ten people in one dorm? That sounds a lot but you trust Leena has made the right decision, and again, you were bound with no choice. It was in the damned dorm regulations.

“Having roommates is good,” Yena said. “That way, our monthly rent will be cut into half. More money for food and clubbing!!!”

“Speaking of which,” Luna turned to you. “My friend Mingyu is throwing out a party on his crib next, next Friday. We should come! It’s on the 17th St.”

You stood up and sigh, “Well, count me out. I’m still in a bit of one of the worst hangover of my existence and I don’t think I’m up for another round of it.”

“Oh, come on! Jungkook’s gonna be there,” Mina sulked. “You clearly enjoyed clubbing last night, girl.”

“All the more reasons to not attend. I don’t think I wanna see Jungkook.” You grumbled, to which the girls snickered. You turn to them before holding the door knob to your room. “Seriously?”

“Oh, baby girl.” you stiffened at the pet name. Flashbacks of everything that happened between you and Jungkook coursed through your mind. Why are you so not into the idea of meeting the said boy? Was it anger, was it because you actually caved in to his advances?

“I just, I’ll think about it.” You told them, and entered your room.

-

One thing for sure, your friends will do anything to make you do what they want to do in exchange of something that you really want to have or do. So the next day, you were lounging in the living room, sitting on the couch with Luna, scrolling through your social media feed when you saw the trailer of this favorite book you read on your Kindle one time. You literally squealed, announcing your love for the movie right away. It premiers on Friday, and you knew you have to watch it. The problem, however, is that it premiers on this movie subscription site you cannot afford. You know you can download it illegally, but you were too lazy to do that, also considering the viruses that may potentially harm your laptop – which is also a university issued one. And then it hit you that Luna owns an account on the said site, “Hey Luna, will you lend me your Netflix account on Friday evening? I want to watch a movie.”

“Well, I’d say yes, but I remembered we have a party on Friday that we have to attend.” Luna said, looking at her own phone.

“You won’t use it in the party?” you say, lifting a brow.

“And you won’t either.” She chuckled, “you’re coming with us, sweet heart.”

“Apparently, I can’t because I’m gonna watch this movie,” you proudly say.

“Except I won’t lend you unless you come with us, “she smirked. “You can watch it on Saturday.” You were about to retort, but the golden deal comes, “I will lend you this, when you come with us.”

And that was why you were left alone seated on one of the corner couches, watching your friends dance in the middle of the living room that looked more of a dance floor than a part of a normal house. What else can you expect from this kind of houses, though? The kid who invited everyone here is from a rich family, the house itself doesn’t look like a normal house to you.

For a moment, you have somehow forgotten about your hook up with Jungkook. Midterm is already starting and since this part of the semester holds the second highest percentage for the final grade, so you were determined to study the hell out of this term. Except that, well, you’re stuck in this party until your friends decide it was the tie to go.

You aren’t exactly a party pooper, or some kind of kill joy – no. For once, you enjoy parties and all that stuff, it was just since you were born and raised in the strict household, you were used to getting home early, and doing nothing that has to do with alcohol and all that kind of stuff. Plus, the strictness of your parents get in your nerves most of the time. It was as if they still have their pairs of eyes on you all this time even at college. You remember on your second year, you went to this concert of your favorite band and you got home (since it was a weekend and it was your aunt’s birthday the next day) at eleven. You can remember how angry your parents were, already trying to question everything about your lifestyle. You love them, but they can be strict as hell it honestly gave you anxiety.

“Do you wanna dance?”

Your thoughts went back to where you were when you heard that voice. Your heart raced, it did not because of fright but because of… giddiness? The voice itself given an excitement within you that you cannot explain. Or maybe you do. Looking up, it was Jungkook, holding two cups of red beer pong cups, one extended towards you.

“Ah, I still have a drink.” You told him.

He remained standing, staring at you with glimmer in his eyes, as if he was so excited to meet you again. “May I sit?”

“Oh! Oh, yes. Of course.” You immediately say. Jungkook gave you that toothy smile he used to give his friends when they crack a nice joke but still not laugh-worthy. He sat beside you and placed both the cups on the table beside your cup. Placing his hands on his lap, he asked, while turning his body towards you, “So, why are you alone?”

“They were dancing.” You answered, eyes still in the direction of your friends, who must have no idea where you were right now, considering they head straight for the dance floor.

He laughed. Oh, that laugh. “I mean, why won’t you join them?”

“It’s not like I wanna be here, you know.” You said bluntly. “I was supposed to be at home but Luna made a deal with me.”

“I haven’t you the past two weeks.” He said, suddenly changing the topic. “I asked Leena for your number but she said it’s better if I ask you that. However, it’s as if you were hiding from me.”

“What? No. Why would you do that?” you asked, but in truth, you really were hiding from him. Having sex with the boy has given you mixed feelings, again returning to the idea that maybe you were just lusting for the boy instead of really having a crush on him. Also, all these unnecessary heart thumps you get whenever he’s near and acknowledging your presence has been driving you nuts. So you were left with just staying away from where he is.

“I don’t know, maybe because we had sex?” he answered. “But you weren’t ignoring me, right? We’re good?”

“We’re… good. Yes.” You mumbled, looking at him, zeroing on his lips. Would he hate it if you kiss him right then and there? Nah, of course he would.

Realizing the length of how long the two of you has been looking at each other, he coughed and looked away, grabbing his cup and drinking from it. “So, if you weren’t here, what were you supposed to be doing?”

“Watching a movie.” You say, leaning your back on the couch, only to be met by Jungkook’s arm extended on the couch. You blushed, but you thank the lightings for hiding it away.

“What movie?”

“To All the Boys I Loved Before.”

“If you agree, we could watch it together right now,” he said. Thinking it was a joke, you laughed, “It’s not like we can watch it here.”

“We can watch it in your place.” He said. “That way I can also be familiar to where we will live soon.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What?” Jungkook looked at you innocently. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, that part where you said you’re going to be familiar to where you will live soon?” you air-quoted. “With who?”

The boy sat up straight, placing his cup back on the table and smirked, “What, you didn’t know?”

“Didn’t know what?” you say, frowning. To Jungkook, clearly, you were confused.

“We’re going to be roomies.”

[thepinkwriterr]

Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Seven

Garbage - Stupid Girl

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Stupid Girl Stupid Girl All You Had You Wasted

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When I got home there were three messages on our answering machine. One from Kali asking about a party Saturday, one from my mother, and one from my father. My mother was going to be in Belize for a week on business, and my father was in Milan for god knows how long.

Great. Left alone. Again. I huffed and sat on the couch, pulling out Flowers For Algernon.

I woke up in the morning to my alarm clock beeping softly. I stood and lazily dressed myself in jeans and a black sweater. It was a little chilly today. That's Maine for 'ya. I slipped on my shoes and tightened my patent belt. I slipped out the front door and into my white Mitsubishi Eclipse.

I parked in an available space in the back of the small lot. I grabbed my bag and walked into the school building. I found Kali in the lobby, waiting for me. I smiled as I walked up. "Hey girl." She smiled back.

"There you are, Bitch!" I heard someone yell. "There's Casey again." Kali laughed. "I know right, wouldn't want to be the point of her wrath." "You slept with my boyfriend you whore!"

I felt the tingle of her hand against my cheek. I smacked her back,"I didn't sleep with Bill." "He told me!" She tried to smack me again, but I caught her wrist,"I didn't fuck your man." I stated gently. "Well maybe you've fucked too many guys since Saturday, and you forgot. Bu he told me you did. He said-" "We made out, I didn't fuck him." I smirked.

"You bitch!" Casey went to punch me, but she was pulled back by Ben Hanscom and Stan Uris. "Crazy bitch!" I yelled as Mrs. Kub ran over. "It looks like you just love detention Mz. Sinclair!" I rolled my eyes again.

I sat in the principal's office after we had a talk with him. I wasn't being suspended on self defense, but neither was she. This crazy bitch also avoided deletion. How? My guess would be she was blowing the dude or something.

"Alright Ms. Sinclair, you father is here to pick you up. We will see you tomorrow." I furrowed my brows. How the hell was my father back from Milan already? I didn't hesitate she stand and leave though. Whatever happened got me out of here.

"What about me, Mr. Nelson?" "You're going to stay a little longer." I heard the smirk in his voice as I closed the door. I heard her giggle. At least it's consensual... I walked out his office into the school office, seeing...James?

"Come on Dani! When we get home, you're getting a very stern talking to! Maybe even a grounding!" He faked a gruff voice. I smiled for a split second, then straightened my voice, nodding. "Yes Father."

As we walked along the pavement out of the building I laughed,"How are you back from college so soon?" "They let me go for a few days, I have no exams until next week." "That's awesome! But how did you sign me out?" "I was home in time for the message to get the phone. You know you leave the front door unlocked?" He asked as he turned on the car, and I buckled myself in. "Yeah, I know, easier that way."

James pulled into the driveway, turning the car off. "Hey! I was tryna' listen to Pearl Jam!" "Sorry." James is a light -hearted person, so I knew his 'sorry' was genuine. "It's alright, I have the cassette in my room." "Cassette? You haven't converted to CD yet?" "I hate CD's." He laughed at me, exiting the car.

"You have homework, Kiddo?" He asked, taking off his shoes at the door. "Nope." I popped my gum as I plodded up the stairs, gripping the straps of my bag.

I shut the door to my room and set my bag on the ground. I pulled a cassette out of my basket and popped it in. I really wish I had a mixtape of my favorite songs. I love tapes, but it's a bit tedious to change the song or tape. I just don't know how to make a mixtape.

Halfway through "It Was A Good Day" there was a knock at my door. I got up and opened it. It was James, of course. "There's someone here for you." "Kali?" I asked, walking out of my bedroom. "Uh...no. It's a boy." I looked over the banister of the long staircase and saw Bill.

I ran down the steps, reaching him as fast as possible without injuring myself. "Why the hell did you sick your mutt on me!?" I yelled into the room, storming to him. My sudden screaming scared him.

"I'l just leave you two alone..." James locked himself in our parents bedroom.

"I-I-I-I didn't mean for her to-" "Well, she did." "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for her to-" "Well she did!" I yelled again. He balled his fists nervously,"I-I'm really sorry." I breathed out,"It's alright. I know you can't control her." I fell back into the sofa and stared at my feet.

"I think you should go, your being here isn't what she needs right now." James gently spoke. "I didn't mean to upset anyone..." "You're alright, she just needs to blow off some steam. Maybe come back tomorrow." Bill nodded, shuffling away nervously. "Bye Danielle..." He whispered to himself as he walked out of the house.

I huffed a breath out,"Thanks big bro." "No problem lil sis." He smiled, sitting next to me.

KALI'S POV

I slipped on my shoes and got into my car, beelining for Dani's. I promised to visit her after I finished my homework. "Far Behind" by Candlebox crooned on the radio as I drove down the wetted road.

"Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you bad, but I did it anyway

And now maybe some would say your life was sad

But you lived it anyway..." I sang along to the words, tapping on my steering wheel along to the beat with my thumbs.

I pulled into the driveway to see her car parked in her father's usual spot. I walked up the driveway and opened the door. "Honeeeey, I'm hoooome!" I yelled into the house. I walked into the living room to see Danielle and James?

"James, you're here!" I smiled. Holy fuck, her brother is hot. "Always nice to see you, Kali." He smiled. And he was still just as nice. "Wanna watch a movie with us?" Danielle asked. "Sure." I smiled.

I sat in between the two, sandwiched between my best friend and her hot brother. I think I'm gonna like this. We decided to watch Sixteen Candles.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and watch Pretty In Pink? You can stay over if need-be." James asked, leaning against the doorway of the front door. I was internally screaming at how hot this guy is.

"No, I'm good, but thanks." I waved bye to him before I got into my car. On the way home I thought about how incredibly hot he is. And boy oh boy is he a fine one.

[huangfilms]

Florist!Donghyuck

summary: hi i really hate this person and i saw your sign that you make personal bouquets and i would like you to make one where it gives the message of how much i hate them if it isn’t too much to ask for 

requested by: a lovely anon!! thanks love❤️

(A/N) ajsdhgf okay so She Is Here!!! i don’t know what i wrote!! i always never know what i write cause when i write sometimes i just black out and suddenly its finished but i hope this is what you wanted you lovely anon!!! thank you for requesting <333

okay so you just recently went through a break up

that fool was the biggest asshole ever and you don’t even know w hy

so you broke up with them !!! good for u sis !! 

honestly they cheated on u with a close friend of yours and you just,,, didn’t care anymore

well you didnt care That Much Anymore

u still care to the point where u are 2day

and thats going to a florist to passive aggressively say how much u hate them in flowers

i mean u saw a sign that says ‘we make personalized bouquets!!’ so u hope they can just do this For You

so you walk in a lil angry 

and you have This Mad Face and the florist currently working thinks its the cutest thing

the florist is donghyuck

and he just sees you fuming and you look?? like a lil baby munchkin so adorable omg

and so hes just waiting for you to say something And Eventually You Do Say Something

he didnt expect this rant to come out of ur mouth

‘my s/o just cheated on me like a week ago and Yes i am still mad about it and i saw your sign about making personalized bouquets and i just wanted to ask if you can make the most Passive Aggressive bouquet so i can tell them that i hate them without actually telling them i hate them??’

and you say more but at the end of your little rant donghyuck is just trying to hold in his laughter because youre so adorable omg

and hes all like,, ‘sure sweets,,, also,,,,,,, do u need to talk about it? i can have it done by the end of the day and i could use sum company since ill b the only one on duty’

and u get shocked cause LMAOOO this cute ass florist really b out here! making ur heart beat fast! just by asking u to keep him company!

___ don’t fall for the first person to b nice to you since ur break up challenge [FAILED]

so ur like,,, ive got no plans so sure

and you just hang around and look through all of the flowers

and while youre looking around youre just asking him what each flower means

and some beautiful flowers have the most unpleasant meanings LMAOOO

and hyuck is just living for this cause you are just so adorable lkdfjha

it becomes like 5 PM so suddenly and you needa go home cause yo mama will b wondering where u been for the last few hours LMAO

so you tell him that hey,,, you gotta leave but youll come back tomorrow to pick up the flowers!!!

‘it was nice meeting you donghyuck ! im y/n’

and u see him melt from u saying his name

its the cutest sight omg

and so you just leave and hyuck is just in awe because wow ! youre adorable t h e

so he just spends the rest of his time making the bouquet of hatred

its not that much time, he closes the store at 7 since hes got a lot of stuff to do like hw since hes in his last year of highschool

but anywho

you come back the next day bright and early on saturday

and hyuck is there bright and early

and you just greet him with a big smile and then u remember why ur there and ur smile is g o ne 

so you asking him if the bouquet is done and how much it is and all that jazz

and he says that ur total comes out to an even $11 so u give him exact change and then u ask what kinda flowers he included

so he goes into detail about each of them (i know nothing of flowers just the most basic info like red roses mean a deep love or whatever LMAO)

then at the end of his explanation you just evilly grin and ask him to write on a card very nicely of the names of each flower he included

he does just that and then he gives you a big smile ! the actual sun? yes.

and you tip him some money and then you wave him goodbye! and then the actual sun is not shining anymore cause you left

when you give your ex s/o the bouquet, you tell them ‘here, search each flower that was written on this card and find out their meanings, have a nice life.’

and you just leave cause!! wooo frick them! u r free !

then u miss donghyuck even tho u met him like yesterday

smh

like he was real witty and funny when u guys talked

u just go home nd ur all like ‘SIGH’ and ur mom is just wondering if your okay LMAOO

but the next day u plan on seeing him just cause

but to make it not loo k like ur just trying to see him,,, u buy a SINGLE flower

when hyuck sees u walk in the shop he Lights Up omghhshs

The Actual Sun Im Telling You

‘hey hyuck!! how r u!!’ and he MELTS

YOURE SO DJSJJD AADORABLEKFJS

well anyway you guys chat for a while and you decide youre going to buy a carnation or something

‘just a single flower?’ and he shyly grins at u

you turn the cutest shade of pink abby uwus her way thru this headconnon pt three

then he chuckles a lil and you laugh a bit with him

while hes totaling up your single flower, you chat with him some more

‘here’s your flower, have a nice day!’ and he smiles His Smile u all know what im talking about

and youre Sad Again

this continues for weeks

you buying ONE flower, him being the sun, u guys pining talking

you guys get to know each other more and more over the weeks go by

and suddenly you have these???feelings??? for the sun??? yes.

but of course you dont Say Anything cause he might not like u like that and u would still like to talk to him even if its just as friends

but sis,,,, u have No Idea that donghyuck has been Pining Over You Since Forever

cause sometimes you ask him to pick your single flower for the day and its him confessing his feelings through flowers but you dont need to know that

the Cutest Shit I Know

but then he just sighs when you leave and he feels the hurt of unrequited love

hyuck bub,,, chill out sweetie

IF YALL WOULD JUST OPEN UR FUCKIN EARS THEN YALL WOULD BE TOGETHER BUT I MEAN I G U E S S

literally everyone is rooting for you guys,,,, i cant--

everyone sees The Eyes whenever you guys look at each other, but the other isnt looking at you

sometimes hyuck even turns Red just by looking at you, like you dont even catch him or anything he just turns red

but hyuck is just like,,,,, hnnngg maybe they like me,,,,,,,,, so he picks out an aster and tells u to search up the meaning for this one this time

(its a symbol of love/daintiness) 

and when u do your heart absolutely Soars

because!! he likes you too!!! what !!!

when you come back the next day you just find him and pull him into a hug and say ‘i like you too’ and hyuck turns pink and its dshalkadorablejdf

and so he asks you out on a date and its cute cause you say yes!

the day of the date he takes you to a flower field and he picks small flowers and sticks them in both your hair and his

ITS ! SO ! CUTE !

and many dates later hyuck finally asks you to be his! and u! yell ! yes!

saldkjhflakjsdh

OKAY BUT hycuk finding the most beautiful flowers to give you

like a red or white camellia !! (red means: youre a flame in my heart, white means: youre adorable!!)

and he just tells you the meanings cause you deserve to know and he wants u to hear it from him

ONE DAY HE GIVES YOU A BOUQUET OF DAISYS ! (innocence ! loyal love !) and hyuck is always shy when telling you the meanings

few months into your relationship, he gives you a red chrysanthemum,,,,, sister !

and you understand this one because you are IN LOVE with these flowers because they mean--

‘I love you.’

you then look up with a few tears in your eyes and you say--

‘i love you too, hyuck’ and you give him the biggest hug ever!!!

everything is soft everything is cute

im always soft whats new queens

but anyway!!! end!! hyuck as a florist would be so cute??? but him as ur bf AND a florist??? EVEN CUTER!

so! end!!! hyuck deserves the whole world omg

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