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fandomsareforlife · 1 year ago

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Anything But Ordinary

So I am late with this entry, but I wanted to write something for rarepair week! This is Griffin/Ash, and it is for the prompt "song-inspired." The song is "Ordinary" by Joriah Kwame, and yes I know the song is about a wlw romance, but I have had this and Mr. Brightside on loop for days and I couldn't get a fic to work with Mr. Brightside, so you get this.

Uh, tws are probably self esteem issues (Griffin basically is really down on himself), kissing (not really described but it is based off my experiences with kissing people), and like relationship issues? If you feel like there should be other triggers let me know.

Also, this was written partially as a projection fic and in 5 hours so sorry if it is incoherent. Probably will go back and edit it later.

Summary: Griffin hates how he has a crush on Ash. This makes everything so inconvenient. Really, couldn't this be done a different day.

I notice how she looks at me

Griffin wasn’t sure when he first noticed Ash staring at him. He didn’t know when he first realized that Ash wasn’t actually zoning out, but he was just looking at Griffin. Ash was watching him when he rambled on and on about different historical periods during an elemental master gathering. It was weird.

But I pretend that I don't see It's easier if I let the tension subside

There were very few things Griffin hated more than causing a commotion. He didn’t like how people reacted so weirdly when they heard something they didn’t like. So Griffin decided that the best choice was to simply ignore it. If he did that, then he didn’t have to make things weird with his friend. It was a win-win solution.

I've seen it in the books I read A magic that you cannot see There's no limitations, they wear it with pride

Griffin always had a guilty pleasure for trashy romance novels. Especially ones that had, master forbid, queer characters. He enjoyed reading how they get together, and he especially enjoyed them when there wasn’t any judgment about the fact that the couple was two guys or two girls, or anything besides a cis guy and a girl. There was something magical about them.

But the characters I read never act or look like me I can't depend on 'em to lead me through the right door

One reason Griffin liked those books might have been because the main characters never looked like him. They were pale, attractive, straight haired people who probably never were pulled aside somewhere by law enforcement to check to see if they were actually allowed to be there. They never felt like their bodies were betraying them.

They weren’t like Griffin, and that meant that what happened to them would never happen to Griffin. It was comforting in a sick way. They couldn’t guide, just make him yearn for a difference.

And what's the point of falling when I know I'm only stalling? 'Cause I have to go back home

Griffin didn’t want to fall in love with Ash. He knew that it would just hurt him too much. He couldn’t bring Ash back to his tiny apartment, where it had to be just so or else Griffin felt like he would lose it. He didn’t want to risk it.

Where I'm just one in the herd, tripping ovеr my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain

Griffin tried really hard to fit in. He tried to not let the fact that he was a wreck out. He didn’t always succeed, though. Most people would look at him and think he was a weirdo.

He didn’t want that to happen with Ash. Ash, who thought he was cool. Who thought he was actually social. He didn’t want that to go away.

I'm on the brink of discovеry, I think But what if I'm dreaming? That's what it seems like

It felt like a dream, sometimes, thinking Ash actually liked him. The idea of it made Griffin feel all floaty and giddy, like he was in the best dream ever. He wanted to keep that feeling forever.

'Cause this girl thinks I'm part of her world And that new territory's scary

Ash seemed to actually want to be with Griffin, if the way he acted around him was anything to go. Griffin could not gather the courage to ask him about it, though. He was petrified about the idea that Ash would reject him, or he would feel obligated to pretend he reciprocated Griffin’s dumb crush.

If I turn the handle, am I asking for a scandal? Should I try to be ordinary?

Trying to figure out what to do was hard. Griffin knew that the other elemental masters wouldn’t care (hopefully) but he knew others would. He knew he wasn’t worth the hassle, especially because it could tank Ash’s reputation.

Baaah!

Griffin wanted to scream into his pillow. He didn’t like having these feelings. Why did this have to happen to him?

I've always been a little odd The only pea inside the pod That's not an expression, I'm guessing, oh well

It probably didn’t help matters that Griffin was always weird. He would always use expressions that didn’t exist, like “woke up in the middle of the bed,” and “the only pea in the pod.” He would use them like everyone used them, and he would get upset that people would not understand what he meant.

See? That's exactly what I mean! I'm just as awkward as I seem

It was just a fact of life. Griffin was painfully awkward. He would make jokes that everyone would just painfully laugh at. He would fidget whenever felt strong emotions. He didn’t want to be wrong, but he couldn’t figure out how to fix himself.

Plus, she makes me nervous, I hope she can't tell

Having a crush on a guy who Griffin genuinely liked hanging out with was the worst. Ash would do something so mundane like pull his hands through his hair, and Griffin would feel his face turned warm. He hated how he got so flustered by a stupid crush.

What is it she sees in this cluster clump of me? Or, could it maybe be I'm going crazy?

He couldn’t figure out what Ash liked about him. Griffin was just a nervous wreck. Maybe Griffin was just dreaming, a bit of wistful thinking. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

And hey, who am I kidding? This isn't some sweet beginning Just a detour to the end

Griffin didn’t like to think he was someone who kid himself, but he clearly had to be. He was trying to convince himself he was actually worthy of having a crush on. He was deluding himself, trying to stall the inevitable let down.

Then back to the herd, tripping over my words Trying hard to go with the grain

Griffin had to try and keep being normal. It was exhausting. He kept faltering, getting flustered and mixing up what he wanted to say and wanted to hide. But he had to keep doing it. He had to fit in.

Keeping the quirks in my brain

Griffin didn’t have great luck with relationships. He would hate kissing whoever he was with. It was icky to him. He kept trying to get over it, but it was hard. He also liked being quiet with his partner. He could be loud, but sometimes he wanted to be quiet. People who asked him out didn’t like that.

Maybe that was why he wanted to be with Ash. He was also quiet, and seemed pretty nice. He would probably not care about Griffin being weird.

First Master, Griffin was hopeless.

I'm on the brink of discovery, I think But what if I'm dreaming?

Ash did a lot of little things that made Griffin’s heart flutter, and that gave Griffin the smallest bit of hope Ash felt the same about him. He would grab his hand and squeeze. He would lean his head on Griffin’s shoulder and just breathe. He would ruffle Griffin’s hair and laugh into it.

Griffin wanted that to mean that Ash actually really liked him. Like, ‘like-like’ him. ‘Wanted to be in a relationship with him’ like him.

Do I rewind? Induce amnesia? Pretend I didn't see her? Succumb to stupid fear?

It was just a stroke of luck that Ash and Griffin were going to be stuck together by themselves, supposedly for bonding. They were going to meet at a bookstore, and then get lunch. It would be a perfect date. This would be a perfect moment to confess to him, to ask him if he felt the same.

But should Griffin do that? Should he let so much of himself out there? Should he say “fuck it” to his fears?

Would it be easier to just not say anything, not take the risk?

Or just believe in my heart?

Griffin wanted to let himself hope for this so badly. He wanted to follow what his heart wanted. He wanted to tell Ash what he felt.

Why play a part?

Why is Griffin so scared of telling Ash? It probably isn’t just rejection. Griffin had told a lot of people who he knew would reject how he felt.

Is it because he knows that people view him as a ladies man, and he wants to fit into the stereotype? Is he making himself not confess what he feels because he knows it goes against everything?

Well, that is dumb. Fuck it. Griffin can handle rejection.

Why follow the herd?

Griffin knew that traditionally one brought flowers to confess to their crush. But Griffin didn’t think Ash would like flowers. Instead, he made him a wood carving of a duck. Hopefully it wouldn’t get thrown back in his face.

Why not trust in my words?

Griffin had written down some bullet points for his confession, but he didn’t make a speech like he usually did. He wanted this to be true, from the heart.

Don't wanna go with the grain! Why try to make myself plain?

Griffin allowed himself to ramble on about his feelings for Ash. He didn’t look Ash in the eyes. He hoped that his words were enough to convey how he felt. He knew that he was weird, and he didn’t want to let Ash in on false pretenses. He wanted Ash to know he was weird too.

I'm on the brink of rediscovery, I think

Ash didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look mad or upset. He looked shocked, but his expression was slowly morphing into a soft one. He softly chuckled, and then Ash grabbed Griffin’s hand.

So what if I'm dreaming? I like the scene that I'm in

Griffin let a small smile tug at his lips when Ash brought up to his face. He felt panic bubble through him when Ash took off his glasses. He knew his eyes looked very odd, with one being red and green and the other being blue and yellow. The colors of Time.

Ash called him pretty in such an awe filled voice Griffin let himself relax. Ash asked if he could kiss Griffin. Griffin grinned, and pulled Ash closer.

And this girl is a part of this world

They were kissing, and it might not be physically pleasant, but Griffin loved the closeness of it. He adored the fact that Ash was letting him so close to him. He liked the hand on his back, stabilizing him but not pushing him closer. He noted Ash either used bubblegum toothpaste or was just eating some. Ash didn’t pull him closer, and he let Griffin keep his distance. He also was okay with Griffin not really participating. It was nice.

Griffin let himself smile into the kiss. He may not enjoy it for the physical parts, but the closeness was lovely.

The thought of being normal's far more scary

Griffin realized that maybe he had a different opinion on what normal should be. He didn’t want a normal relationship where he had to kiss a lot, only sometimes. He wanted to be in a relationship where they could be quiet without it being awkward.

Huh. Maybe he and Ash were a far better pairing than he thought.

I'll be brave and I'll be kind

Griffin wanted to let himself be able to go out with Ash, and he wanted to be brave enough to tell people that he was with him romantically. He wanted to be able to go out and explain he was in a relationship with a guy and was perfectly a guy.

I'll make a choice and change my mind

Griffin didn’t want to tell Ash he was ever going to regret going out, but he did admit that he had a flightiness to him that made it hard for others. He wanted to have a schedule, but he could change his mind at a moment’s notice. Ash just rolled his eyes and said that he was the same.

I will mess up all the time

Griffin knew he made a lot of mistakes, and he knew that they had consequences. He told Ash that he was going to make a lot of mistakes. But he knew that he could get back up.

They'll say I'm weird, but I'll be fine

Griffin knew he was weird, but he realized that if one person wanted him, then others had to. He realized that he could be weird, and he still had someone who loved him. Griffin was always going to be weird, but that was okay.

I'll be anything but ordinary

Griffin didn’t want to be ordinary. He wanted to break the habit of forcing himself to be in a box. He could be extraordinary, and he was strong enough now to let himself be weird.

Griffin grabbed Ash’s hand and they walked towards the bookstore. There were books to read.

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goliaththegiantpickle · 1 year ago

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Goliath the Giant Pickle was dead.

Dead tired of people always remembering him for boxing and his one role in Dave and the Giant Pickle, anyway. He did miss boxing, but he wanted more. He wanted people to know his real name, his real passion.

Goliath Gottik. Back before his boxing days he had been a prolific fanfic writer, writing for the Larry Potter and Twidusk series as a true goff with his best friend at the time, who went by the username xxxunogoffboi666xxx. People only ever seemed to care about Bring Me to Life, but nobody cared that he had written the original fic, Helena. xxxunogoffboi666xxx had blatantly ripped off his fic. Had ruined his reputation with accusations of stealing his sweatshirt (it never would’ve fit Goliath, and it was merely accidental that he had kept it for so long anyway, really. He just liked the way it always smelled faintly of onion. Nothing wrong with that.)

Things between him and... well, xxxunogoffboi666xxx, to protect his wishes to remain anonymous, hadn’t been... good, since then. Messy, complicated, like their entire relationship had been thrown in the blender and made into an animosity smoothie.

Was it all really over a sweatshirt? He had been annoyed with Obsidian Shadow Blackbird Madness Gontier, the goffik Scallion protagonist of Bring Me to Life, who thirsted over Larry Potter (known as Evil Incarnate in BMtL), and had a love rectangle with Bob Weasley (known as Ghost Pepper) and Dad Malfoy (known, for some reason, as Draco Asparagus). Goliath, upon reflection, didn’t think it was the ripoff that bothered him, but the many relationships xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s self-insert character seemed to have.

Well, xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s parents had been assassinated in a Hot Topic around that time, and recently had been adopted by an elderly grape, and it seemed to mostly be venting and therapeutic, so Goliath let it go at the time.

Things only changed when suddenly xxxunogoffboi666xxx’s claims of sweatshirt-stealing came up. Maybe he escalated things a bit, dropping xxxunogoffboy666xxx’s “less goff” name into the story, called him a “stupid fucking bastard”, and straight-up accused him of plagiarizing Helena. In his defense, xxxunogoffboy666xxx had killed off Goliath - known in the story as Oak, having had Petunia Granger (known as Demonmania) murder him - his character, and just offhandedly mentioned it. Didn’t even have the creativity to show and not fucking tell. Well, I’ll tell you, Goliath felt very angry about that.

Then, one day, xxxunogoffboi666xxx reached out to him again through a plea in one of his ANs. Well, okay, he could’ve spoken to Goliath, they literally lived in the same apartment complex, but he tried, and that mattered the most.

“AN: Goliath if ur reeding diz plz u can kep the stoopid swetshrt u can have anyting else of mine dat u want 2. u can come take anyting from my closet dat u want an i wont mind at all. i promise! u r a betr riter then me. i’m not ok (i promise) [gettit???] i luv u (in a gay wey)”

Goliath tried. Tried to write a new fanfic, collaborated with xxxunogoffboi666xxx, but... I Don’t Love You hadn’t felt right. It never felt right. Tragically, Goliath had grown out of his goffness. It was a phase, his mother was right, damn her pickled soul. xxxunogoffboi666xxx stayed goff, until being goff was less cool than being emo, and then he became emo, and eventually punk came back, and Goliath just didn’t recognize xxxunogoffboi666xxx anymore.

They moved on, made new friends, left their fanfic days behind, and watched from a distance as someone named Tobias Tomato claimed to be both of them, claimed to be none of them, claimed to have emailed the real author (though Goliath knew xxxunogoffboi666xxx had long ago lost the password to that email, and Goliath had pretended not to still have the notebook that had it written down on a page beside several favorite song lyrics written in blood-red pen ink) as they watched their silly stories grow into a beloved internet mystery.

Goliath often wondered why people always looked for xxxunogoffboi666xxx, why they quoted Bring Me to Life, why they often assumed xxxunogoffboi666xx had made it all up - including Goliath, including the sweatshirt - just to troll the internet.

They never looked for Goliath Gottik, who never loved boxing as much as he did writing and My Chemical Romance and Three Days Grace, and who never loved boxing as much as he once had loved xxxunogoffboi666xxx. They never looked for the pickle who still held on to a sweatshirt that never fit, that still smelled faintly of onion, that had eyeliner stains and colored hair dye streaks soaked into the soft, faded grey fabric. Maybe he was jealous of the attention xxxunogoffboi666xxx got. Maybe he just missed xxxunogoffboi666xxx.

Goliath was Not Okay (I Promise).

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lenythepillow · 2 years ago

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This is for @undreaming-fanfiction steddie 2023 playlist

I chose this song for my ficlet because the songs talks about a couple running away from the place where they are, besides it indicates one member of this couple has a Baad relationship with the people that live with them. I found it very fitting for what I wrote:

There is a light that never goes out

Dustin hits the wall with the flat of his hand; his knees swinging from side to side, and he can't help the small sounds of anger that escape from his mouth; He turns his gaze to the trembling figure huddled in his chair, curses under his breath again, and dials the number for the Munson's new trailer one more time.

"Dammit," He whispers, "I swear I'm not going to get off the phone until he answers. I don't care if it takes all night."

The trailer park was dead silent; it was calming for Eddie. He enjoyed silence more than ever; this was a result of the upside-down incidents. Flashing lights or loud noises out of nowhere could make him think something terrible was going to happen. He jerks awake and looks around before getting up and answering it.

"Whoever you are, what the hell are you doing calling at this hour?".Eddie looks at the clock hanging on the wall "It's two in the morning, you fucking maniac."

“Eddie, it's me, Dustin. I'm sorry to wake you up at this time of night, but we have an emergency. I need to know how quickly you can come to my house.” Dustin exclaims, nervousness slipping from his voice.

“Does it have something to do with Vecna?” Silly question, the portal to the upside-down had been closed for a few months, yet Eddie lived in constant fear that it hadn't closed completely.

"No, but it's almost as serious as a situation related to the other side."

Eddie rolls his eyes, unconvinced that any situation resembles what they experienced in Hawkins's hell. "Henderson, if you think you can get information out of me about the next campaign by talking to me at dawn, let me tell you-"

Dustin grumbles impatiently, "It's about Steve; he is seriously injured and needs you to come to pick him up quickly."

Eddie falls silent on the other end of the line; Dustin takes a moment off the phone "Eddie? Are you still there?" before receiving an answer the call is cut off.

Dustin redials the number and waits, hoping the call didn't hang up before Eddie hears his pleas; he attempts to call the trailer at least four more times before sighing, cursing again, and giving up. He walks towards his sofa and tries to wrap his relatively short arms around Steve. "He's coming, I know he is; I'm sure he heard me; he'll be here any minute."

The only response Dustin gets is a slight nod, it's not enough but Dustin knows this is not the time to demand anything from Steve; he can't even look at him without feeling even more like crying over the state he's in. The body of the man next to him trembles and Dustin doesn't know if it's because of the winter cold that plagues Indiana or because of the terror that his big eyes show; warm tears run down his cheeks, reaching the point where they merge with the bloodstains that adorn the older man's clothes.

Claudia Henderson did a great job cleaning Steve's wounds when he first arrived; even so, the surprise had been monumental. She would never have imagined finding his son's best friend at the door of her house sporting a black eye, blood dripping down his forehead, tiny pieces of glass adorning his hair, and severe bruises along his arms. Mrs. Henderson led Steve to the bathroom to disinfect his wounds and give him something to soothe his black eye.

The situation was awkward not because of Steve's state, but because he refused to talk about whatever had happened to him. Without a doubt, if Claudia was concerned, Dustin was distraught. The thought of his friend's injuries being the result of a battle with a beast from the other side that had remained alive made his blood run cold; Steve made sure that it hadn't been anything similar, but when Dustin tried to get him to talk, he only asked Eddie to find out about it.

With no more than five minutes gone by, a knock on the door alerts Dustin; the boy gets up and desperately runs to open it, seeing Eddie's figure with a look of concern and breathing quite agitated, his hands trembling while staring at Dustin blankly.

"Where's Steve?" he asks; Dustin steps away from the door and leads Eddie into his living room, where the other man is hunched over, both arms resting on his knees, watching Eddie with those huge, tear-filled eyes. Eddie has no time to react when Steve has already thrown himself into his arms and hides his face in the curly-haired man's chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" he whispers; Eddie's arms wrap around his figure while Steve's crying intensifies; he can barely get a breath as he clings to Eddie as if the metalhead were going to break apart or vanish into thin air. Eddie directs a gloomy look at Dustin; the boy shakes his head, silently telling him that he is just as confused about Steve's situation.

"Don't worry Steve. We're here, okay? You're safe.” Eddie whispers in the taller man's ear, gently stroking his back. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Steve shakes his head from side to side and moves closer to Eddie, as if that's possible, considering there is no more space between them.

“I just want to go home,” Steve says quietly before crying again.

"Okay big boy, I'll take you home, don't worry; you're safe now." Eddie pulls away from Steve and places his hand on Dustin's head, smiling sadly. “Thanks for calling me Henderson; have a good night.” Dustin nods, but his eyes fill with pain and concern.

"Eddie, promise me he is going to be fine; please don't let anything happen to him," Dustin begs, looking directly into Eddie's eyes, Eddie feels how little by little his heart cracks knowing how much Dustin would like to help the other man in the room. “He'll be fine, I swear.” with this Dustin nods once more, waving his hand in farewell.

Both men exit the Henderson residence, Eddie helping Steve into his van, watching him sadly; he hadn't been able to examine Steve's wounds closely. As much as he wanted to hear the brunette's voice and for him to explain what had happened to him, Eddie understood that it was best not to ask anything yet; Steve was still in a pretty strong state of shock.

Once behind the wheel, Eddie starts the van and drives to the best neighborhoods in Hawkins. He is not sure exactly where Steve lives, so he waits for directions; the path is not that far, and before they both notice, they are close to the house that used to belong to the Byers, and this causes Steve to speak for the first time during the entire journey.

"Eddie? What are we doing in Fayetteville?" Steve asks in an almost inaudible whisper

"I'm not sure where your house is; I've never been to your neighborhood, but I know it's not exactly the closest. What I remember is that Buckley mentioned that you lived around the Byers' house." Eddie stops suddenly, waiting for Steve to direct them.

“Please let's go,” Steve whimpers. “They're looking for me and the last thing I want is to see them again.” His hazelnut eyes meet Eddie's; Steve is terrified and his eyes show it, flicking from the road and back to Eddie.

"But you said you wanted me to take you home." Eddie turns his head slightly to the side, unable to understand Steve.

“That hell isn't my home, Eddie.” Steve pinches his nose lightly, attempting not to burst into tears again. "I want to stay with you. I swear it will only be tonight until I find a place to stay."

"You want to stay with me?" It shouldn't be a question, yet Eddie is still surprised that Steve considers the overgrown can in which he lives as a home.

"Please, I want to stay with Wayne and you." Steve draws his knees up to his chest, trying to hide his face. The metalhead only watches Steve, feeling how his already cracked heart fell apart at such an image. He couldn't understand what was so serious that it made the pair of stars that Steve had for eyes flood, but if one thing was certain, it was that he would no longer allow it.

"Hey, Stevie, it's okay; you can stay with us as long as you want. Wayne's not back yet, but" Eddie takes Steve's hand, which makes the brunette look for his figure even with half of his face hidden in his arms. “I'll be there; I'm not going to leave you alone, okay? I'm not going to walk away from you for a second."

Steve nods, letting go of Eddie's hand so he can have both hands on the wheel; the drive to the trailer park begins, taking almost an eternity even though it's not that far. Steve spends the entire time looking at the large mounds of snow through the window, Eddie keeping his eyes on the road, being much more careful than usual not to upset Steve. He's had enough for one night.

Once at the park, the doors of the Van open; Steve shoots himself toward the Munson's trailer and waits for Eddie to open the door and allow him inside. It doesn't take long; with both men inside, the curly man invites Steve to sit in front of the table.

Minutes tick by, and the silence stretches out, almost as if Eddie is alone in the middle of the room. Steve doesn't seem to have any intention of saying anything and even so Eddie can't help but feel curious and worried about the person next to him. Maybe he was making a mistake, but he had to say something if he wanted to help Steve.

"I've never seen you cry before."

Are you serious, Munson? He thought, Is that all you have? Do you see that he is having a breakdown and it only occurs to you to ask him that?

"I didn't want you to see me like this," Steve answers " I didn't want Henderson to see me like this either. It's just that everything happened so fast; before I knew it, his mother was already disinfecting my cuts."

Eddie sighs, pulling his chair closer to Steve's. "Do you want to talk about it?" the hazelnut eyes focus on Eddie and panic takes over him "It's okay if you don't want to tell me anything; if you don't feel good talking about it I understand," the metalhead lets out a nervous laugh "There's no reason why I should know about anyway."

Steve is silent for a couple of minutes which seems like forever, as a lump forms in Eddie's throat, wishing he hadn't said anything out of nervousness. With the two of them silent, the movement of the metalhead's ankle is more evident than before, going from side to side quickly.

“My parents came back without warning...” Steve sighs, squeezes his eyes shut, and continues “, As soon as they got there, they started questioning me. They were furious about the rumors that were made about me."

Eddie takes Steve's hand, rubbing his thumb against the surface of Steve's back. "I'm listening" was the only thing that escaped his lips, hoping it was a green light visible enough for the brunette to continue.

“My father said horrible things” a sob dragged down the taller man's throat before he could continue. “He said that I shouldn't have helped the people affected by the earthquakes... he said that it only brought me down to 'their level' and when I tried to defend myself-” more sobs tore from Steve, his eyes getting wet again.

"He took a vase and smashed it against my head," his voice trailed off before finishing the sentence, just as Eddie got up and hugged Steve tightly, knowing that the back of the chair prevented him from being as close as he wanted. "My mother didn't do anything to stop it, Eddie; she was insulting me too." Eddie kisses his boyfriend's head and neck, hugging him tighter.

“Steve,” no matter how hard he tries to avoid it, tears are also released from his eyes; but Eddie's tears are more from anger than sadness like Steve's. “I can't believe those monsters are your parents. Those savages shouldn't have dared even touch you."

“I was forbidden to go near Robin; I don't know how they found out about her preferences, but they told me I shouldn't be near her anymore.” the taller man's hands take Eddie's arm, trying to pull him closer to him. “And when I told them that I would not abandon her, everything got worse; The next thing I know, my father hit me with his belt… Like I was a kid.”

Eddie lifts Steve out of the chair, leading him to the sofa with slow steps as he gently holds his hands, making both of their bodies sit up, and pulls Steve up to his chest, stroking his hair as he tries not to shed any more tears. This is impossible for Eddie; to date, he can't understand how an angel like Steve is the son of two people as cruel as his parents.

"You're safe now honey; I'm not going to let them get close to you again" Eddie kisses Steve's shoulders as he pulls him closer to his chest, melting inside when Steve looks up and those huge eyes find him. Eddie can see how he relaxes, his shoulders slump and a somewhat weak smile begins to grace his lips; like a silent thank you.

“I will look for another place to stay tomorrow,”

“Oh no, princess, you shouldn't worry about that. Stay as long as you need,"

"Eddie, don't you get it? I can't go back to that house anymore. They're looking for me because I still need to be punished. I can't go back."

Eddie leans in lower to kiss Steve's forehead, smiling slightly as the man lying on his chest squirms and his long hair tickle. "That's perfect for me; you know Wayne adores you, and he'll be more than happy to adopt you."

"I don't want to cause more problems, Eddie," Steve doesn't believe his own words; he knows that on the inside he couldn't be happier for the offer that Eddie made him, yet he felt that accepting would be a terrible abuse of the trust and hospitality that his boyfriend gave him.

"Can I tell you something?" Eddie asks, getting a little 'go-ahead from Steve'; he takes a deep breath and continues, "Those little gremlins we adopted are growing up, they all have a great future waiting for them; I'm sure it will be away from Hawkins. When I graduate I won't have much to keep me here, no hellfire members will stay in this hell of a town, besides the people here don't seem to want me around. I think they tolerate me even less than before."

"They don't know what kind of person you are Eddie. They would all love you if they took the time to notice how loving and kind you are." Steve puts his hands on Eddie's thighs to gain momentum, getting closer to his lips and kissing him with incredible softness, being so gentle as if Eddie would break with any sudden movement.

“If you say that out loud it would ruin my reputation. I'd rather it be a secret just between you and me” a sigh “My point is that there isn't much going on for anyone here in Hawkins, not with all the interdimensional tragedy that haunts it. So Wayne and I were thinking of getting out of here." Eddie feels Steve's body tense at his words. "I needed to tell you because we think you don't have much to stay in this place either, besides the kids."

Steve stands up and turns his body to face Eddie, who takes his hand and brings it up to his face to kiss each of Steve's fingers. “I wanted to propose that we leave together, touring through the country until we found a place with better opportunities for the three of us. Maybe a place where people don't think I kill people as a sacrifice for James Hetfield."

Steve's lips part but no sound comes out of his mouth; he looks like a confused fish "Where would we go?" is the only thing he asks before receiving a couple of spontaneous kisses.

“Wherever we want, Stevie, wherever we feel good, anywhere that makes you happy,” Eddie smiles, letting out a surprised sound as Steve pounces on his chest in a hug. Steve is always a little rough with his hugs, being so strong that most end up turning a little red from lack of air. Eddie wouldn't want it any other way.

"Please, I want to go with you; the place doesn't matter to me as long as I'm with you."

Having said this, Eddie separates from Steve, lifting his chin to look into his eyes ", Thanks for letting me take care of you." their lips collide.

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June 16, 1990

It had been a long time since Eddie had seen the trailer in motion; for almost as long as he could remember, the metal structure had been standing still in a trailer park in Indiana; now, his house was in motion, on its way to Massachusetts. Midnight had just arrived, and the stars began to grace the sky. At the wheel of his home was Wayne; he was already used to working at night, so he had no problem driving at dawn as long as he had a chance to rest in the morning.

On the right side of his bed was the one that Eddie considered the most beautiful man in the entire world; he smiled at him in a way that filled his chest with heat and made his knees tremble. Three years ago, they had begun planning their escape; now, they were far from that place that had made them suffer so much. Eddie wouldn't trade that moment for the world.

Steve looks at Eddie, his smile growing huge. He wouldn't change that situation for anything either; he was with the hero who saved his life in so many ways; Eddie was like a rattlesnake full of energy and a thirst to do something big; Hawkins was too small for a man as jolly as Eddie. If there was one thing Steve was grateful for, it was that that flash of joy and energy had chosen him as a boyfriend. Without his little bell of happiness, Steve wouldn't be there.

Without saying a word Steve turns on the radio, tuning in to the station they love the most, listening carefully to the announcer's voice.

“, And to celebrate the fourth anniversary of its release, this is There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, by The Smiths...”

Steve approaches Eddie, wrapping his strong arms around the metalhead's torso. Begging silently with his eyes for one of those kisses that they both love.

According to Eddie, Steve's kisses are like summer; his lips are soft like his tanned skin and dotted with tiny moles that make him look like a beautiful insect, one Eddie could stare at for hours (Steve pretends to hate that comparison, they both know he loves him). Steve's kisses taste like summer, they're refreshing like any drink that quenches Eddie's thirst for his affection, and at the same time, they are warm like a fire to roast marshmallows.

According to Steve, Eddie's kisses are like autumn. His lips are always a little dry; for Steve, it feels like falling into a pile of dry leaves for fun; they are a perfect balance between the cold wind that gives him chills and that warmth of a bonfire to roast chestnuts, sweet like the caramels that people usually buy during those times for children. Steve is the happiest child on Halloween in that case since he always has the sweetest kisses, which constantly vary in shape and duration like the autumn leaves change in color and rustle.

The kisses go on for hours and hours, getting closer and closer, with light caresses and ever longer shocks of summer and fall. All while Morrissey's singing accompanies them. Eddie knows how much Steve loves The Smiths, but he couldn't understand why until that night.

“I think that will be my favorite song now,” he whispers.

"Yeah? Why?" asks the brunette

"Because I promised that no one would take away the light from your little eyes ever again."

Steve blushes, "You're so cheesy,"

"And you love that" Eddie receives one more kiss and a light "Yeah, I love it", Steve sighs with pleasure "I love you, Eddie."

"I love you more, Steve Munson,"

They both melt into a warm embrace, Morrissey's soft voice lulling them to sleep,

“And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out..."

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st4r-c0d3 · 2 years ago

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part four of what songs mha character would use to confess during karaoke (based on the ship): Bakugo Edition <3

Bakukami: Soft Bitch by Rio Romeo. mostly bc of the "I wanna terrify you but instead we're friends". i think it fits their dynamic well. Bakugo would be talking about how loving Kaminari makes him softer to not just him but to everyone else. makes him a more loveable person by being loved by Kaminari

Bakugo x that one kid he was friends with in middle school: i saw you in a dream by The Japanese House. i dont even really ship this. but i heard the song and instantly thought of them. the whole, "past love that i never really told you about thing" would come into play. especially after not talking (which is mentioned in the song)

Bakujirou: Sailor Moon by lilbootycall. is this by any means a romance song? not really. pretty much not at all. but would Jirou get it? yes. would Bakugo know that Jirou would get it? double yes. it just works for them specifically bc all he would have to do is drop the most subtle hint that says "hey i like you but its cool if you dont bc ima keep doing what i gotta do regardless" and it would work. like thats all there really is too it

Shinbaku: Die For You by The Weeknd. the reason Bakugo would pick this one would be bc he recognizes that they boy struggle with their emotions and how they deal with them. he would choose this song to try and express that no matter how Shinsou feels about him that he is the one for him and will try his best to express it. it just works. the assertiveness of claiming to be the only one for him is very Bakugo and so is the extreme lengths he would be claiming to go for him if it came to it

Bakuiida: Blue Ocean Floor by Justin Timberlake. ive said it before and ill say it again, THIS IS THEIR SONG. the tenderness of saying he will always be there for Iida?? the absolute love and devotion being portrayed at the thought of always being there to help??? this song is so perfect for them bc it works from either of their perspectives. but specifically with Bakugo singing it, Iida would bawl his balls off. thats all i gotta say

Bakusero: Boggle by Mega Mango. the vibes are smth Sero would appreciate. also the theme of "i wanna show you things youve never experienced" is very very Bakugo. especially with the implied impatience in the lyrics

Bakuoji: Some by Steve Lacy. its simple. acknowledging that there are other guys he could love but he hopes he chooses Bakugo. is this a more chill song? yes. but specifically in this instance, Bakugo wouldnt realy have anyting to prove. hes simply making a request. how anything else progresses isnt really up to him and he would understand that specifically with Ojiro if not with anyone else

Todobaku: Sis by Clairo. its very metaphorical so how well Todoroki would understand it is up for debate. but it definitely fits. "your soft skin unbroken sin next to my rough calluses" "tell me more about your sister" tell me this doesnt work.

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buckybarnesdiaries · 4 years ago

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secrets

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

request made by @homesicam: hi maria!! can I have prompt 15, feels mysterious and all and god bless bucky's soul (ofc) !! and thank you so much for your work !! ❤️

prompt: “Will be our secret”.

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky feeling like a lost puppy trying to fit in.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Like every time you came back from a mission, where you needed a little calm, you waited for the small hours to hit the clock. Walking out from your dorm, you led your feet through the hallways to downstairs. Crossing the huge large living room, you stepped to the back garden of the compound. As soon as you took off your house slippers, you continued along the grass, feeling the strands of grass beneath your toes tickling you. The sky was covered by shining stars all around and for a split second your mind went blank. There wasn’t any horror, any danger, any pain. The wounds and the scratches in your face and arms went to the background, as you closed your eyes to breathe the soft breeze fluttering your hair. You felt free.

Taking a seat on the grass, you put your knees against your chest and wrapped them with both arms. Sometimes you used to think about what made you so special to be part of the Avengers. You weren’t like Natasha, a professional spy. You weren’t like Tony, a genius. And of course, you weren’t a god, nor a witch, nor a supersoldier. Not even just a soldier like Sam. Of course, they were more than those skills. You were just an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. that survived its destruction and falling. It was inevitable to feel small when you joined them in their missions. Even so, it was better if any of them heard you talk about yourself like that, or they’d end up kicking your ass to be too humble and unfair with yourself and how much you train and work hard every single day. With no excuses.

“A broken heart is all that’s left, I’m still fixing all the cracks. Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home…” Like a defense mechanism against your own hurtful thoughts, you started to sing with your eyes put on a starry night above your head.

A few days ago, you discovered that song and got really obsessed for some reason you didn’t know. It was like picking at the scab, thinking about your parents, about how much you missed them, about what they could be thinking about you. Would they feel proud? Would they feel scared?

“I’m afraid of all I am. My mind feels like a foreign land, silence ringing inside my head. Please, carry me… carry me… carry me home”.

“You sound like my mother”.

Those words raced your heart, more because of the surprise of someone else being there than for the confession. You couldn’t help but jump up from the floor, shaking the strands of grass from your clothes. Bucky was in front of you, a couple of steps away. He had his head slightly tilted to the right, squinting with some kind of confusion running through his mind. You crossed your arms on your chest a little ashamed, rubbing your nose with a side of your hand as you tried to hold back a tear.

Then, you dawn on and your brain reproduced his words again. For you, it meant a shock. You could count with the fingers of both hands the times you had shared a couple of words, maybe a small talk in a meeting before a mission. And you were sure it was the first time you two were alone. Bucky was pretty quiet, even shy you’d dare to say. After all the shit he lived in for many years, the fear of coming back to those dark days was still chasing him. Steve told you that he used to try and speak to anyone, to be normal, to be trusted. But after what he was forced to do, no one really trusted in him. And it wasn’t like you didn’t care about his past, because you’d be lying to yourself, but you were of those kinds of persons who thought that everybody deserves a second chance. If you didn’t give them anything to believe in, how would they be believers?

“Did she…?” You intoned slowly driven by curiosity, now that Bucky seemed interested in starting a conversation either way. But you didn’t want to sound disrespectful.

“She used to sing for my sister and me”. You watched him keep his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants, coming closer to you as he noticed you weren’t afraid of him.

“My mom did it too”. You replied then, showing him a fleeting smile curving up your lips.

As soon as Bucky witnessed the sweet gesture from you and the way you were continuing the conversation, he felt relaxed. He felt welcomed from the first time he stepped into the compound. You waved a hand towards him, urging him to sit down as you went back to your seat on the grass. He joined you without hesitation, cheered up inside for making a new friend.

You lost track of time talking about everything and anything at the same time. Talking about your families, discovering he had a sister called Rebecca. Talking to you about the old good times where Steve and he were just a couple of punk wreak havoc all around Brooklyn. You couldn’t stop laughing, showing him how excited you were to know more about him and his adventures. You told him about the farm where you used to live and how you built something like a training camp to prepare yourself to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Bucky was fascinated by your determination and perseverance, comparing you to Steve when he wanted to join the army, before being Captain America.

Inevitably, you yawned when the sunset was about to happen, earning a soft nudge from the soldier. “C’mon, you should rest”.

“Yeah, I’m pretty dead… drawbacks of being only human”.

He stood up before you, helping you to get up from the ground. You walked indoors keeping silent, not knowing actually how to say goodbye. It was an awkward situation that barely lasted two seconds.

“Listen, about before… I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anyt—”.

“Sure”. Bucky interrupted you. The gesture of his face suddenly changed to a sad grimace with a feigned smile on his lips. “You don’t have to worry about”.

“Good! Uh… thank you. I bet Stark will bully me about the singing thing all the time. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes”. You couldn’t help but sigh with relief when his blue eyes, placed on his boots, were raised with a special shine on them. There, you understood what he thought about your uncompleted petition. “And about… you know, talking, I wouldn’t mind repeating it anytime else”.

“Only if you sing for me”. Bucky’s voice was like a soft breeze caressing your face, filled with hope and enthusiasm. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes towards him. “Will be our secret”.

“Okay, deal”. You chuckled nodding. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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ghostdrew22 · 4 years ago

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Shut Up || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryffindor!fem!reader Warnings: implications of sex, alcohol and drugs, asshole!hermione and swearing

Summary: Not a lot of Y/N’s fellow Gryffindor’s approve of her relationship with the Slytherin Prince, despite the fact that he makes you immeasurably happy and his own friends accept you.

WORDS : 1788

Lyric snippets I used are from “shut up” by Ariana Grande and they’re not in chronological order.

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“My presence sweet and my aura bright,”

“Y/N, you’re so lovable and that begs the question; what are you doing with this insufferable git?” Blaise perks up with a smirk as he sits across from Draco and Y/N in the Great Hall for breakfast.

Beside him Pansy Parkinson nudges his ribs softly and gives you a bright smile, “Don’t listen to him. Draco’s okay once you get to know him.”  “Okay?” Draco scoffs out as he chokes on a bite of his apple- making you and Pansy erupt in a fit of giggles. “8 years of friendship and that’s all I get?”

“Be grateful, I wanted to say less intolerable.”

“You love me and you know it.” He grumbles as he moves back to eating his apple- his hand resting faintly on the small of your back as you turn to look up at him.

“It’s very hard not to.” You say with a smile as you drop a kiss on his cheek- making him grin widely and turn rapidly to catch your lips against his own. Your kiss earns a grin from Blaise and a groan from Pansy- even though they’re both very happy that their friend is in love.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve the sun herself.” He whispers once your lips finally part and you smile goofily at his words.

“Stop.” You giggle out and he shakes his head before whispering that he never will, and allowing you to go back to eating.

You don’t miss the awkward stares being thrown toward you from the Gryffindor table but you ignore them- choosing instead to focus on the butterflies erupting in your stomach and the smiles of glee that your new beau’s friends are blinding you with from across the Slytherin table.

~~~

“diamonds good for my appetite.”

You and Draco are spending the Summer together at the Malfoy Manor since your parents are hardly ever around with work anyway and Narcissa practically begged you to come.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Mrs Malfoy exclaims as she hands you a small box, the size of a journal, with black wrapping and a green ribbon. You and Draco are sitting on a couch that’s on side of the Malfoy’s living room, and his parents are sat on another couch on the opposite side of the room. Narcissa and Draco are beaming and Lucius is looking rather indifferent from his spot beside his wife.

“Thank you so much…” You respond with a faltering smile as you turn beside you to catch your boyfriend’s eyes in confusion, “But my birthday was months ago.”

“We know darling but we couldn’t owl the gift to you because it’s quite valuable, and we wanted to see your face when you opened it.”

“You really didn’t have to get me anyt-“

“Nonsense Y/N, we wanted to.”

“That’s really kind, thank you so much.” You smile shyly up at them and Narcissa laughs lightly.

“Now open it! We’re itching to see your reaction.”

You do as the Malfoy matriarch says and unwrap the gift, finding a black, velvet jewellery case beneath the wrapping. A gasp escapes your lips when you open the case and find a diamond necklace encased inside.

“This is too mu-“ You start but Narcissa is already laughing and shaking her head.

“Don’t even try to talk us out of giving it to you.”

“Are you sure?” You ask as your eyes scan over the glistening jewels that surround the silver chain.

“Draco, put it on her.” Lucius suddenly interjects- shocking you all.

Draco does as his father tells him to and hooks the necklace around your neck before softly dropping the diamonds just below your collarbone. Lucius gets up from the couch, grabs a nearby small mirror, and walks toward you and Draco.

“Aren’t you sure?” He asks as he puts the mirror in front of you and allows you to see it on yourself.

Another gasp escapes your lips as you trail your fingers around the shining material, the light from one of the windows hitting it just right. “I am.” You finally breathe out with a smile, “Thank you so much, it’s exquisite.”

“Oh darling it was no trouble, I wasn’t going to wear it.” Narcissa says as she also stands up and comes to meet her husband in front of you- intertwining their fingers together- “Besides, it’s only right you start dressing like a Malfoy now.” She winks at you before pulling her husband out of the room and leaving you to be with Draco alone.

You try to resist the urge to smile like an idiot at her comment about you becoming a Malfoy.

“That’s coming out of my inheritance so I hope you like it.” Draco says with a smirk as he eyes you.

“Dra-“

“But it’s okay if you don’t, we can pick something else out if you like.” He smiles softly at you and you feel your entire insides melt at his words- the diamonds are exquisite, you can’t lie, but they mean way less than Draco’s determination to satisfy you to your heart’s content.

You smile back at him in awe, “I love it, it’s perfect.”

“Are you sure?” He raises his eyebrows.

You bring your lips up to his and cup his cheek softly before parting away from him with a smile, “Does that answer your question?”

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“I vibrate high and my circle lit.”

Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, they’re a completely different league. Draco was initially scared to bring you along to one of his house exclusive parties because he was worried that you wouldn’t enjoy them, or you wouldn’t like him afterwards, but Pansy was having none of it and insisted that you come along with the three of them and get, as she worded it, absolutely wrecked.

And absolutely wrecked do you get.

At first you’re a bit hesitant- still processing the shock of finding 7th years snorting white lines off Salazar’s ancient desk- but Draco eases you into it and ensures you that you don’t need to try anything that you don’t want to. So you start slow, taking your time with a glass of firewhiskey while the boy beside you tries his best to outdrink Blaise and keep his attention on you- he’s definitely not beating Blaise though, not when all he can think about is dragging you off into a corner and-

“Hey Y/N, have you ever gotten high?” Pansy interrupts his train of thought and you nod your head at her question.

Usually you just get drunk at parties but if Neville’s around he usually doesn’t mind sharing a joint with you. “Yes, a few times.”

“Want to smoke now?” She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to love- don’t feel pressured.” Draco says in your ear and you smile, turning your face to give him a quick kiss.

“I’m not drunk anyway so let’s do it.”

Soon enough you are as high as a bloody kite, hopping up and down to some muggle song they’re blasting on the speakers, one hand in the air and another tightly gripping the arm that Draco has wrapped around your waist from behind, trying to sing along with Pansy. The vibes in the Slytherin common room are nothing like you’d expected them to be. You’d anticipated unnecessarily expensive alcohol, boring music, snooty glances being thrown your way and absolutely no dancing but it’s nothing like that, instead there’s people bouncing off the walls, cheap alcohol everywhere, incredible muggle music surrounding you and everyone has been immensely inviting toward you the whole night- to the point where they’ve invited you to come back.

The Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, and although a few of them are a bit too hardcore for you to keep up with, Draco and his friends are the perfect people to party with. When they all let their guards down, have a few drinks and hear the right song playing they have the most excitement you’d ever seen in your life. Partying with them is an incredible sensation- they’re exciting and fun and friendly, and they honestly make you feel breathless.

Draco in particular is letting loose a side of him that you’ve never seen before- laughing it up with everyone that approaches you, excitedly dragging you around the room to see all the different aspects of a Slytherin party and dancing, he hasn’t stopped dancing with you all night.

“You give off good vibrations!” Pansy yells over the music and Blaise nods in agreement.

“I didn’t think anyone would ever be able to keep up with the three of us but Draco picked you well.” Blaise adds and you playfully scoff.

“If anything, I picked him.”

“And how lucky was I at that?” He laughs and looks down at you to kiss you.

“Very lucky.” You mumble with a goofy smile once he pulls away and as soon as your eyes lock you both know- it’s time to go. You barely have time to say goodbye to Blaise and Pansy before he’s dragging you up to his prefect dorm and slamming the door shut behind you both.

~~~

“How you been spending your time? How you be using your tongue? You be so worried ‘bout mine, can’t even get yourself none.”

“So maybe you should shut up.”

“Y/N, I’ll never understand why you’re going out with this foul, loathsome gi-“

“Hermione, when was the last time you had a good shag?” You interrupt the Gryffindor- having had enough of her rude insults barricading your boyfriend. Beside you Draco chokes on the bottle of water he was drinking and widens his eyes at you.

“What?” Hermione asks, clearly flustered, as her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

“A good shag. When was the last time you were fucked senseless?” You ask again and inch close enough for your lips to be right by her ear, “Because I can tell you when last I was… Last night, prefect dorm, two hours of heavenly bliss.”

“Y/N!” She exclaims as she pulls away from you in shock and embarrassment, “That’s wildly inappropriate.”

“Indeed, it is.” You offer a smile, “So I suggest you stop talking so much shit with that tongue of yours before I tell you what Draco likes to do to me with his.”

Hermione nods- still in shock- and quickly turns to leave. You turn to face your boyfriend- who has the biggest smile of admiration on his face- with a smirk and he chuckles once Hermione is out of earshot. “Bloody hell, I don’t deserve you.”

“Not at all.” You smirk and pull a few feet away from him so that you can slowly open the first two buttons of your blouse in the empty hallway, “But maybe you can try to.”

 “My room, now.”

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i hate that little scene with lucius but i literally can’t write it out because i can’t unthink the idea- that probably sounds ridiculous.

Anyway, this is just a small, cute, IMPULSIVE idea I got one day after listening to ‘shut up’ by Ariana Grande. Some soft fluff for the Gryffindors.

anyway, love you all

jean <3

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 4 years ago

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Will They Won’t They | Part 1/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 7000

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears, spicy dancing, ANGST

A/N: Okay this is the first of hopefully many collabs between Drea and I! We’re both so excited to share out very long baby with you and hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! - mimi <3

A/N (2): hi babes it’s drea taking over HAHAHA to repeat what mimi said, we are SO EXCITED to collab and work together to create this SUPER ANGSTY but also SUPER FLUFFY AND FUN fic! your feedback is highly appreciated! and if you like our writing, please like, comment, and reblog! we’d love to hear what you have to say! sending my love! - drea :)

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The night was young in your eyes. All the lights in the (L/N) household were off, aside from the nightlight in your bedroom. Despite it being nearly eleven at night, you and your best friend, Reggie Peters, were far from tired.

The soft humming from the radio was all that could be heard from your room, along with the occasional giggle from you or joke cracked by Reggie. You laid on your bed next to him, your legs tangled in the bedsheets. As much as you loved sleepovers with your best friend, you had to admit that Reggie’s growth spurt did not help your cramped situation.

“Your elbow is jabbing my ribs,” you grumbled, kicking Reggie towards the edge of your bed.

The boy only shoved you back, a playful smirk on his face. “You’re just jealous I’m taller than you now, Cookie,” he said triumphantly.

“I’m jealous you’re taking up all the space on my bed, dork,” you shot back, kicking hard enough to push him over the edge. Reggie let out a yelp before hitting the ground, groaning upon the impact. You fell into a fit of giggles as you peeked over the edge of your bed to see a pair of narrowed blue-green eyes and a scowl. “Sorry, Flicka,” you squeaked.

Reggie glared at you jokingly, rubbing his elbow in pain. “No you’re not,” he whispered back.

“Yeah, I’m not.”

You swung your legs over the edge of your bed, standing up to reach -well almost- Reggie’s height. You frowned at his arm, gingerly taking it into your hands. The boy winced upon first touch, but relaxed in your grasp. “Does it hurt a lot?” you asked in a concerned voice.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s whatever,” he responded nonchalantly, but the pain in his voice was visible.

You raised an eyebrow at your best friend. “You don’t have to pretend to be all strong and tough,” you reminded him.

The taller boy sighed, a pout adorning his lips. “I know,” he murmured. “But we’re starting middle school soon. I should be ‘all strong and tough.’”

Snorting, you shook your head. “Who cares about that nonsense?” you exclaimed in a hushed voice. “We all feel pain, that’s not a bad thing. Besides, it’s just me, Flicka. You don’t need to put up an act.”

Reggie’s lips turned upwards as he looked into your eyes. Everything just felt right at the moment. The smile on your face. The redness in his cheeks. The moonlight reached the window and illuminated the room. It was perfect.

The radio, forgotten by the two of you, started to play a new song. Your song.

“You got a fast car

I want a ticket to anywhere”

Glancing up at Reggie, you could both tell you were thinking the exact same thing.

“Dance with me, Flicka?” you asked, giving his hands a squeeze.

Reggie’s face burned in embarrassment as you moved his hand to your waist. “I’m not any good at this, you know that, Cookie,” he muttered, resting his chin on top of your head.

You scoffed, starting to sway along to the music. “Just follow my lead, Reggie. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

There, the two of you swayed silently to the music. The moon shined bright from your window, making the blue and green in his eyes shine brighter than usual. Reggie watched as you moved your head so that it laid against his chest. You could hear his heart practically beating out of his chest, making you giggle softly.

“Flicka? you spoke up in a hushed tone. Reggie only hummed in reply. You took a deep breath. “Promise me you’ll never leave me?”

Reggie looked out the window, seeing a glimpse of both of your reflections through the glass. “I’d never leave you, Cookie.”

“You promise?” you whispered.

“I promise.”

That was your first broken promise. The first broken promise upon millions. Reggie told you he’d never leave you, that he’d always be your friend.

Funny how fragile promises can be.

That was nearly seven years ago. The late nights spent doing who knows what, listening to the radio seemed like a distant memory from a past life.

Now your days were spent alone in the library, bent over textbooks determined to ace your classes to get a scholarship and go to a good college. You wouldn’t make your parents pay for that. That was asking too much of them.

You weren’t sure where Reggie was, or what he was doing. Once you both were in middle school, he found himself new friends, and apparently a band, too. Even though you weren’t on speaking terms, you had listened to his music every once in a while. You knew he was destined for big things. Those big things just didn’t include you.

But that was fine. Your entire life wasn’t centred around some boy from your childhood. You had school and your family. So, for you, that meant signing up for all the most challenging classes and studying your ass off for all of them.

You didn’t want to admit it but this class was killing you. Your pride always got in the way. Most of the time, you believed you were capable of passing every class with flying colours. But, there was no denying this class was more difficult than the others. How were you supposed to know what effects the Great Depression had on farmers of that era? You weren’t them and they were all dead.

Your tired eyes drifted over to the clock and you sighed as you realized what time it was. Packing your things, you left the library and dragged your feet to your algebra class.

Sitting patiently in the front row while your teacher explained the lesson plan you barely even registered the faint knock on the door frame, but when you turned your head up your expression changed from one neutral to a scowl.

He hadn’t changed a bit. Aside from the whole outfit -he definitely switched his old sports sweatshirts for leather jackets sometime in freshman year- he was the same old Reggie Peters. The same dark hair, piercing blue-green eyes, and rosy red cheeks.

“Um, sorry I’m supposed to be in algebra with Mr. Milenika, I just got transferred.” the dark hair teen said, running a hand through his hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, Mr. Peters correct?”

Reggie nodded wordlessly. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Not from nerves, but is pure hatred for the boy. He couldn’t be in this class. He just couldn’t. Why would the universe do that to you?

“Very well, take a seat.”

Reggie walked into the class, eyeing where to take a seat when he noticed the only open spot was next to you.

His features hardened and he threw his bag down next to the empty desk, pulling out the chair and sitting in it with a loud thump.

“Flicka,” you spat.

“Cookie,” he nodded with a hiss in return.

“Great, I take it you two know each other?” Mr. Milenika asked, unaware of the drama that was associated with whatever relationship you and Reggie had. It was a stretch to say you even had one.

You and Reggie gave him a bitter “Yes.”

Mr. Milenika, never one who was ever good at differentiating bitterness and normal answers, beamed at the two.

“Good, because even though this is a math class, I will make you work with your partner quite often. So I suggest you get to know whoever is sitting next to you.” Your body stiffened. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Mr. Milenka never failed to disappoint.

Mr. Milenika continued on, explaining the rest of the plan for the class, but you seemed unable to concentrate, entirely focused on the boy who was now sitting next to you. With his stupid face and stupidly strong cologne, you couldn’t focus at all on whatever was on the board. It was as though you were in a haze, and all you could think about was him.

It had been years since you’d last spoken, not to mention you barely saw him in the halls anymore. He was notorious for skipping class to go rehearse with his so-called band while you were quite the opposite. Never missing a day, no matter what it took.

“Never thought you were one for staring,” he whispered under his breath and you scoffed.

“Oh so we don’t talk for seven years and you think now’s a good time to start?”

“Yeah, I do, cause then I could tell you how stupid those shoes look,”

“I’m literally just wearing converse, you are too Reginald,” you spat.

“Shut up!” he said, raising his voice slightly.

“You first!” you said, voice becoming louder. Was it a childish comeback? Perhaps, but you weren’t one to back down, no matter how stupid your comebacks were.

Now the whole class was listening, even Mr. Milenika had stopped teaching to observe what was going on with his students and just as he was about to intervene it seemed the debate had gotten worse.

“Me? shut up? You’re the one who was always bossing me around and telling me what to do! I could never get in a word with you!” Reggie snapped back.

“That’s because you were too thick-skulled to listen to anything I had to say!” you hissed, not realizing the audience you had. “Who knows Flicka maybe if you had you wouldn’t have failed this class last term!”

“That was uncalled for!” Reggie exclaimed, now standing from his chair. “And it’s not my fault the tutor bailed on me because it was a conflict of interest. This isn’t Judge Judy (Y/N)! If anything it’s your fault!”

“You manipulative little asshole!”

“Suck up!”

“Motherf-,”

“That’s enough!” Mr. Milenika yelled over both of you, causing you to shrink and turn to look at the very angry teacher. “Never in my years of teaching have I seen such barbaric behaviour! That’s two months' detention. Both of you! Now go to Mrs. Hillside’s office, immediately.”

Reggie angrily grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, kicking a stray chair on his way out while you followed close behind in a much quieter fashion.

You had no words as you entered the principal’s office, sitting across from her desk while Reggie took the seat next to yours.

It was your first day back from the holiday. Your first day back and you finally had a conversation with your childhood best friend in seven years and got two months of detention with said childhood best friend. Your heart ached at the thought of the big flaw printed on your record. You only had Reggie to blame.

Purposefully, you shuffled away from him and he rolled his eyes as Mrs. Hillside finished her phone conversation with Mr. Milenika.

“Disrupting a class?” The woman exclaimed. “Foul language? Damaging school property?” Your face burned at each accusation.

Mrs. Hillside glared at you. “Ms.(L/N),” she addressed with a frown. “I did not expect such reckless and irresponsible behaviour from a promising student like you. I’m greatly disappointed.”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please don’t make it go on my record,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

The woman pressed her lips together. “You’re lucky this is your first detention, Ms.(L/N).” You released the breath you had no idea you were holding.

“Kiss ass,” Reggie muttered.

You narrowed your eyes at the boy, prepared to shoot back another comeback when your principal had something far better.

“I find that rich from you, Mr. Peters,” she laughed humorlessly. “Remind me, how many detentions did you have last term?” The boy’s cheek flushed, instantly shutting his mouth. You held back a laugh as to not get a snapback of your own from the teacher. “Now as much as this is infuriating, you both do have a class that I believe would be in your best interest not to miss. So we’ll draw up a schedule for these two months of detention and then you can return to your class in an orderly fashion. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded and Reggie just shrugged, if he blew this for you, well let’s just say there wouldn’t be any evidence of the crime.

“So let’s make this three days a week for two months. Thursday, Friday and Saturday and the hours will vary from time to time depending on the tasks you need to complete.”

“Three times a week?” Reggie exclaimed. “Mrs. Hillside, I have band practice-”

“And I’m losing my patience,” she cut him off. “Now go back to class before I make it four detentions a week.”

You squeaked a quiet “Thank you” before picking up your things and leaving the principal’s office. Speeding down the hallways, you didn’t hear Reggie catching up close behind you. When you saw a blur of black and red in the corner of your eye, you fought the urge to turn your head.

“Stupid Reggie Peters,” you muttered under your breath. “Stupid algebra class. Stupid Mr. Milenka and his stupid detention. Stupid-”

“Are you talking to me, Cookie?” Reggie spoke up, making you jump in surprise. By that time, you were already at the door of your algebra class.

You pressed your binder close to your chest, shooting the boy a pointed glare. “I hate you,” you said, opening the door just enough for you to slip through and slam in Reggie’s face.

You didn’t dare speak when you returned back to class, not wanting to try your luck and possibly extend your already long detention.

Reggie seemed to be thinking the same thing, possibly except he didn’t have his record on the line it was that stupid band practice of his. If he had spent as much time studying as he did practicing maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation because he would have passed the class in the first place.

You knew that you’d need to spend time catching up tonight so you didn’t even bother paying attention to the lesson. Anger bubbled in your chest as you mindlessly wrote notes for the class, not processing anything at all. Occasionally, you would notice a pair of blue-green eyes staring at you, only for them to turn back to the board each time you would look back.

You couldn’t even look each other in the eye. How were you supposed to last two months of detention with him?

Finally, the bell rang and allowed you to escape the confinement that was the loud stares of your classmates as you headed to your first assigned detention. Cleaning up the backroom of the library.

Reaching the library, you were met with the librarian, Mr. Mallard. The old man was hunched over a box filled with books, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. It seemed as though he didn’t realize you were right behind him, so you awkwardly cleared your throat.

Mr. Mallard jumped, turned around to see you nervously waving at him. “Oh, Ms. (L/N), I didn’t see you there.” You waved his comment off.

“Not a problem,” you said with a kind smile. You mentally let out a sigh of relief. Good thing Mr. Mallard was nicer than the rest of the teachers here.

“I was just listening to music,” he explained, nodding at the radio playing soft music. He looked back at you. “You know I used to be a dancer back in my day? Now, I got this bad back, so I’m stuck here with you rascals.” You laughed at the man as he tried to snap his fingers and sway his hips to the music. “Ah, I got too carried away, sorry, dear. Now I must be getting old because I could have sworn there were supposed to be two of you here with me.”

You nodded, looking around for the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel, but came up empty. “He must be running late,” you told him.

Mr. Mallard frowned. “Well, I guess we can wait for him,” he settled, sitting down on his desk chair. “Feel free to take a seat over there until he comes in.”

Reggie came in a few minutes later, tossing his bag onto one of the chairs and placing his bass guitar on the table.

“The usual Mr. Mallard?” Reggie asked and the older man gave him a nod. It seemed Reggie had become familiar with the library as you had, just in a different way. “Well what are you waiting for?” he looked at you unimpressed. “The faster we start the faster we leave.”

You didn’t say a word, only followed him into the back room where you’d be organizing some old books, boxes and trophies

You stepped into the room, squinting at the shadows of assorted boxes. It was completely dark.

“Well, come on, Cookie,” Reggie said, giving you a shove. “We don’t have all day.”

You took in a shaky breath. “It’s dark,” you pointed out.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I think we’ve established that,” he said. “Let’s just find the light switch and start cleaning.”

You nodded, blindly searching along the walls for that damn switch. Not noticing the small box on the floor, you kicked it aside, spilling all sorts of books onto the floor. You squeaked in fear, grabbing the first thing in sight. Of course, that had to be Reggie’s hand.

You whipped your head around, face red in embarrassment. Lucky for you the darkness of the room prevented him from seeing that. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Reggie scoffed at you. “Still scared of the dark?” he asked in a teasing voice.

“Still sleep with that horse plushie of yours?” you shot back.

Reggie glared at you but didn’t say anything else. Without letting go of your hand he flicked on the switch and the room filled with a dim orange hue.

“You can let go now,” you said, trying to shimmy your hand away from his, only prompting him to grip harder.

“What are you scared of me now?” he asked with a smirk and you scowled, ripping your hand away from his.

“Let’s just clean, like you said, the faster we get this done the faster we can go home.”

The room was silent aside from the noises of books falling against the floor, making a quiet thud. You made a small area of your own in the back of the room, a stack of boxes hiding your view of Reggie. But from the lack of noises made in his part of the room, you could tell he wasn’t doing anything productive.

You poked your head out of your small space, frowning at the boy. He was sitting on the floor, slouching as he scribbled on a dusty piece of paper.

“Hey!” you called out, throwing an old yearbook in his direction.

Reggie barely ducked in time, sitting up and turning in your area. “What the hell?” he yelled.

“We’re supposed to be working on cleaning this room!” you snapped. “You aren’t doing shit, Flicka.”

“I did clean,” he muttered. “I just had an idea for the band-”

“That stupid band! Why can’t you just stop for once in your life and focus on what’s in front of you,” you scowled, frustrated that even now you were the one stuck doing all the work. Seemed like maybe things hadn’t changed much from seven years ago.

“Maybe if you loosened a screw or two we wouldn’t need to have this conversation,”

“Just shut up Reginald, you have no idea what it means to take responsibility for something. You haven’t changed and you never will.”

Reggie was about to come back with a retort when the door to the backroom swung open and Mr. Mallard came in with a smile on his face.

“Could I get you kids some snacks?” he asked kindly.

“Always, you’re the man Mr. M.” Reggie grinned, completely ignoring you and giving the librarian a high five from where he sat on the ground.

“I’m good Mr. Mallard,” you shook your head and he left you both with a nod of his head and promised to be back with some assortment of fruits and such.

After your first detention, it was safe to say that all hope of fixing your friendship with Reggie went down the drain. It seemed as though every hour you spent with him gave you all the more reasons to throttle him and be glad he stopped talking to you back in middle school.

—

Detentions became just another regular part of your week, integrated with your studying and your part-time job at the cafe. So you were more than happy to take a minute and walk back home where you could take a minute to rest.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

“Reggie!” a voice yelled. You took a deep breath as you tried to make yourself invisible. It was his friends, Luke, Alex, and Bobby. The friends he left you for.

Reggie’s face lit up as he walked past you, running over to his friends. “Hey guys!” he said with a toothy grin. “What are you doing here?”

Luke shrugged his shoulders. “We thought we might as well give you a ride to practice since we were already around here for lunch,” he explained nonchalantly.

Bobby sent his friend a glare. “You mean I gave you a ride,” he corrected, gesturing to the keys in his hand.”

Luke waved his comment off. “Details. Oh, who’s that?” Luke asked pointing over to you and you tried to pick up your pace before he eventually made his way to you.

“That’s just (Y/N),” Reggie shrugged. “We have detention together.” Luke approached you with an overexcited pep in his step. You tried to back away as subtly as possible, but you were stopped by a wall.

“You’re adorable!” he grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder while you looked at him in a sort of odd confusion. “Your face is so cute and pink, kind of like a bunny! You know, growing up I had this bunny for a pet named Carrot. We’re adopting you, right boys?”

You ducked under his arm, trying to stay as polite as possible. “Oh, I’d love to be your friend and all,” you began nervously. “But um...I just have things to do and-”

“We’re. Adopting. You,” Luke said in a sickly sweet but firm voice. “Right boys?”

As you tried to slip out of his grasp and walk away, Alex, who was also coincidentally your lab partner, called out from the van.

“Hey (N/N), you need a ride?”

“No thanks! I’m fine walking,” you called back, but Luke didn’t want to take no for an answer. He ran up in front of you and scooped you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder causing you to shriek in surprise.

“We’re taking you with us! Who knows what kind of dangerous types are wandering around LA.”

“At the moment I would think you’re one of them!” you exclaimed, squirming to have him put you down, before finally giving up when he tossed you in the van. “Could this constitute a kidnapping? I feel like it’s a kidnapping. Can I call the police?”

Reggie followed close behind the two of you, clearly not liking this at all. He had already spent enough time with you in detention. Now you’re with his friends? He took the backseat, right behind you. “Dude, come on,” Reggie said as Luke fastened your seatbelt before patting the top of your head. You shot the guitarist a glare. “I really don’t want to be arrested for kidnapping. Especially since it’s her. Lord knows she’ll manage to pin the charges on me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Nonsense,” he said. “We’re not kidnapping her. We’re making friends!”

“That’s not how making friends works, Patterson!” you yelled as he slid the van door closed.

While they were making their way to your house Luke seemed to glance at the time on the dash and gasped.

“Shit! Guys turn around we’re gonna be late for practice!”

“Practice, you said you were taking me home!” you exclaimed. “This is actually a kidnapping now! Flicka your friends suck!”

“Sorry Lady Bunny,” Luke shrugged and you whined.

Reggie groaned and banged his head on the seat in front of him while Bobby took a definitely illegal u-turn to go where they normally had their rehearsals.

The car stopped in front of a fairly nice house with a big studio. The boys filed out, leaving you grumbling in the back seat. Luke opened the door, bowing dramatically.

“Lady Bunny,” Luke said, reaching his hand out to you.

You scowled at the boy, crossing your arms on your chest. “I want to go home,” you muttered.

“No can do, Lady Bunny,” Luke said with a shrug of his shoulders. “We have practice to do.”

“Then I’ll walk home,” you whined.

Luke laughed at your frustrated face. “Can’t let you do that either,” he told you. “Besides, you’re too little and innocent to brave the world on your own.” Luke reached for your cheek, patting it softly until you turned your head and bit his finger. “Ouch!”

“Yeah, bunnies bite, dick head. This is holding an innocent party against their will and you will do jail time,”

“(N/N), just stick around this once, I’ll make sure you get home later,” Alex offered and you slouched in your seat and mumbled a “Fine,”

Alex patted your back and led you into the large studio where there was a girl with frizzy brown curly hair, sitting on a couch.

“Finally! What took you guys so long!” she sighed and stood up.

“We adopted a bunny, Rose!” Luke grinned and hugged you from behind tucking your chin in his shoulder. You rolled your eyes and mouthed help me, to the girl and she scrunched her nose as if to say, ‘sorry honey there isn’t anything I can do.’

Luke pulled you to the couch and sat you down. “Now you stay there while we practice, okay bunny?” he said, patting your head.

“If you’re good we might give you snacks,” Bobby added from behind Luke, snickering under his breath.

Rose shot both boys a pointed look. “Cut that out, you two,” she ordered. Rose sat next to you, patting your knee. “Can I get you anything? Water? A snack? You don’t have to do a flip for treats or whatever.”

You laughed in response, nervously playing with the hem of your sweater. “I’m fine, thank you,” you responded politely. “If anything I just want a ride home.”

Rose frowned, leaning against the pillow cushions. “I’d give you a ride but my sister took the car for today,” she explained apologetically. Rose could sense the awkward tension, and wanted to break the ice. “So which one of them is your boyfriend?”

You choked on air, not expecting her question. For once, you were thankful the band was blasting music. “I’m sorry?” you coughed, causing Rose to reach over to grab a water bottle from the table and offer it to you. You took a big gulp, sighing. “What made you think that?”

Rose hummed as she thought of her answer. “Well, you’re way too nervous around me,” she began. “And the boys all keep on looking at you. Alex is not your boyfriend because he’s currently talking to this guy in my English class. Bobby...definitely isn’t your type, now that I look at you. I considered Luke for a moment but he’s way too dedicated to music to date anyone but his six-string, you also just seemed way too annoyed by him, but what’s new. And now that leaves Reggie.” she looked over at the boy playing the bass. Reggie, who apparently was watching the two of you talk, quickly ducked his head, his cheeks visibly red. “You two have history, don’t you?”

You froze, eyes widening. “How did you-”

“I think you forgot we were in the same homeroom since fourth grade,” she laughed. “You and Reggie, you guys were glued at the hip. Don’t you have nicknames for each other or something?”

“I-I guess,” you shrugged, it wasn’t really something you used as a term of endearment anymore, but it was still there. “He was Flicka and I was Cookie,”

“Did you date?” she asked curiously, leaning in closer.

“No,” you shook your head. “Just friends. Used to be.” you corrected and Rose frowned, but before she could ask another question you stopped her. “If I have to sit here and wait for Alex to take me home you think we could talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Rose nodded, “Well in that case I think you should come around here more often,”

“What do you mean?” you nervously chuckled.

“I don’t know, I just think we’d be pretty good friends,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, smiling at the warm feeling bubbling inside you. “Yeah,” you agreed in a quiet voice. “I’m starting to think so, too.”

—

“And then he told me I was annoying!” you hissed, angrily scribbling the data of your experiment onto your notebook. “Can you believe that? Him!”

Alex anxiously watched you as you reached for a pipette, squeezing the poor thing like it stole your money. “Really?” Alex only said in a shaky voice.

You nodded furiously, taking the indicator, not even caring to count out your drops and just pouring the purple liquid haphazardly into the Erlenmeyer flask.

“He’s-He’s just a… argh! I can’t stand him!” you waved your hands almost knocking over the whole buret and ring stand with a very strong molarity composition of hydrochloric acid in it causing Alex to let out a strangled yelp from the back of his throat.

“C-can you please at least stay ten feet away from the table?” he requested. “You’re going to either break something or send me to the hospital with an acid burn and I really would prefer if that didn’t happen.”

You placed your materials down, glaring at the blond boy. “What are you talking about?” you snapped, not meaning to take your anger out on your friend (and chemistry experiment, at that).

Alex placed his hands up in the air in defence. “Just-” he swallowed loudly, trying to think of the right words. “Maybe take a deep breath? I know Reggie gets you all angry and stuff, but please don’t put our lives and chemistry grade on the line.”

“Makes me mad is a fucking understatement,” you grumbled.

“Okay, we can start there,” Alex began, slowly moving the materials far away from you. “I think it’s reasonable and incredibly understandable that you dislike him. But do you really hate him?”

You scowled. “Yes, Alexander,” you said in a scarily calm voice. “As a matter of fact, I do. He’s a fucking pain in my ass and can go fuck himself for all I care. He’s rude, inconsiderate, and selfish beyond belief.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Alex, you’re not my therapist, stop acting like you have every right to be in my business when you don’t know a single thing about me!”

Alex didn’t respond to that comment, fearing what you might say next. You paused, noticing Alex’s uneasiness. “I’m sorry,” you only mumbled.

He nodded wordlessly, gently placing his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, (N/N),” he reassured you.

Silence followed, aside from the quiet mumbling of instructions for the experiment. Minutes in, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Because he left me,” you whispered in a broken voice.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?” he said, genuinely not hearing you.

You sighed, placing your pencil and notebook down. “He left me for your stupid band. He got friends and I got nothing,” you explained further. You removed your glasses, wiping away a stray tear. “I probably shouldn’t even be mad at him, at this point. He’s moved on...and got popular and actually has something going on for himself. And me?” You laughed humorlessly at yourself. “I work a job to help mom and dad pay the bills and work my ass off so I can go to school and make a life for myself. No one told me trying for success would be so lonely.”

“(Y/N),” Alex said, frowning slightly.

You shook your head. “But he’s happy, isn’t he?” you asked. “Reggie. He’s smiling wider than I’ve ever seen before. Singing and playing the bass, dancing his heart out on stage. He never used to do those things with me.” You looked away from Alex, unable to take his pitiful gaze. “He’s changed while I’ve stayed the same. I’m stuck here, still moping about my past. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he is better off without me.”

“He’s not,” Alex said without even thinking.

“How could you say that? He’s clearly happier. It’s not like you can pretend you don’t see that,”

“But he’s not. He just replaced what he had, his friendship with you, with music. I might not know him as well as you, but it’s his coping mechanism. It hides all the bad things in life that he chooses not to deal with,”

“Reggie’s not like that,” you shook your head, refusing to believe what Alex was saying.

Alex, starting to get frustrated, slammed his hands on the edge of the table. “Dammit, (Y/N) can you just realize for one second that you don’t hate Reggie and that Reggie doesn’t hate you?” Your mouth remained closed, so Alex took it as an opportunity to push further. “You two talk my ears off about each other more than you realize. It’s always “Reggie did this” or “(Y/N) did that” can’t you two get your heads out of your asses and see that?”

“C-Can you take care of this, I’m just going to run to the washroom,” you murmured, not waiting for a response. You took off your goggles, gloves and lab coat, making your way to the courtyard, contrary to where you said you were going. Pulling your MP3 player out of your pocket you threw on a pair of battered headphones and turned the volume all the way up clicking on the familiar track of Fast Car maybe you couldn’t run away physically, but right now, your heart sure needed a break.

—

“You two will be with Mrs. Leona today in the dance room,”

“What does she need?” you asked with much confusion. Normally Saturdays were used for either sitting in silence or cleaning up some area of the school.

“She needs help choreographing the dance she’s going to use for the sophomore class next semester,” Mrs. Hillside explained. “Now go on, get dressed and meet her in the dance room.”

You and Reggie walked away to the locker rooms. A scowl was plastered on the boy’s face. “These detentions are getting more and more ridiculous each day,” he muttered.

Scoffing, you crossed your arms on your chest. “Well, that’s something we both can agree on.”

You parted ways for a short time to get changed before meeting back up again in the dance room where Mrs. Leona was already setting up and waiting for you both.

“Perfect! So glad you guys could make it,” she grinned.

“We have detention,” Reggie noted. “Not really much of a choice,” You shot the boy a glare, elbowing him roughly in the ribs.

“Right,” she chuckled. “Well, I’m working on a routine for my sophomores. Apparently, they think we’re doing the same thing over and over again so I’m going to give them something new for a change. I was thinking a partner assignment would work best.”

You and Reggie nodded as Mrs. Leona walked over to the stereo, popping in a CD and playing All That She Wants in the background on repeat while she would lead the stretches.

“Isn’t this song a little inappropriate to have sophomores dancing to? Or like even just to play in school?” you asked as you followed along.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s what you ask,” he muttered.

Mrs. Leona waved off your comment. “It’s fine,” she insisted. “It’s an upbeat song, and it’s “in,” so might as well give the kids a fun assignment.”

“Mrs. Leona, what kind of dance moves are you thinking?” Reggie asked curiously. “Because I’m not that good of a dancer and (Y/N) is practically so old she could break her hip by breathing.”

“I’m not old,” you snapped, crossing your arms on your chest.

“You sure act like it,” he shot back.

“You bit-”

“Enough talking!” Mrs. Leona cut you both off. “More dancing. Now I have a couple of ideas for you two, so make sure you’re really stretched out so you don’t pull something.”

You groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “What did I get myself into?”

—

“It’s a simple concept!” Mrs. Leona insisted after the millionth attempt. “You two are just so awkward with each other.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Can you just explain it again, please?” you requested.

Mrs. Leona sighed, standing up to show you the dance sequence. “Reggie, take her hand and bring it to your lips. Step away, and (Y/N) you pull him back. Then Reggie turn so that you and (Y/N) are facing each other. At that point, you grab him by the shirt while he takes your waist, then he twirls you and goes in to dip you. Simple enough!”

Simple to maybe a Rockette, but not to a bassist and an awkward bookworm.

“Let’s take it from there, okay guys?”

You grumbled to yourself, positioning yourself in front of the boy. “This is way too much,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

“Just shut up and do what she says,” Reggie hissed. “I don’t want to be any closer to you than I have to.”

When the music started playing, you felt Reggie’s fingertips trace down your arm to your hand, unknowingly creating a trail of goosebumps. Weaving his fingers with yours, he brought your intertwined hands up to his face, his lips ever so gently grazing your hand.

On beat, Reggie started to walk away from you, only for you to pull him back. His eyes met yours as you brought your other hand to his chest, balling the fabric of his shirt in your fist. You watched as he dropped his hand to your waist before pulling away to twirl you. The moment he pulled you back into his chest, you saw his cheeks redden. You were so close, close enough to smell that stupidly distracting cologne of his. You knew Reggie was just as flustered. His hand was getting clammy in yours. Before you could even process it, he dipped you down, making you gasp in surprise.

You didn’t even notice the music had stopped. All that was on your mind at that moment was Reggie. His eyes flicked down to yours, and you could have sworn you saw a hint of a smile on his lips.

The loud clapping coming from Mrs. Leona had snapped you out of your trance. Immediately regaining his composure, Reggie loosened his grip on you. You fell to the ground, hitting your elbow upon impact.

“Ass,” you muttered, rubbing your elbow in pain.

“If you’re saying I’ve got a good one then I agree,” he smirked and you scoffed loudly.

Mrs. Leona walked up to the two of you. “That was probably the best dancing I’ve seen from the two of you all morning,” she applauded. “And for that, you can take a five-minute break,”

“Oh thank God,” you whispered and flopped onto the ground, trying to relax your muscles. You tried to pull one leg over the other, stretching it out, but unable to turn properly in order to pull the tension out of your muscle.

Your eyes were closed so you didn’t notice Reggie coming closer and kneeling toward you, placing a hand on your thigh and pushing it down for you, causing you to open your eyes and see him practically leaning over top of you.

“Ow! Fuck! Too much,” you hissed and he loosened his grip. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Helping you stretch, you’re ancient so I thought I might be able to lend a hand,”

“Get your hand off me,” you said seriously.

“What,” he grinned, lifting his hand higher and causing your breath to hitch and slap his hand away and sit up, scooching back.

“Fuck off Flicka,” you said, the words barely able to leave your mouth, throat turning dry.

“Only trying to help, Cookie,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked over at your arm, seeing as you winced with every movement. “Does it hurt a lot?”

You cradled your elbow. “It’s whatever,” you mumbled in response, unconsciously mimicking his answer.

Reggie scoffed, leaning back on his hands. “Say what you want, Cookie, but I know when you’re lying. You can’t pretend around me.” You paused, vaguely remembering that night with the radio.

“I said I’m fine, Reggie,” you insisted firmly.

“Just let me see it,” he asked, crawling over to you, prompting you to scoot all the way back until you hit the mirror. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he frowned.

“That’s what you said seven years ago but I’ve learnt the hard way to take promises from you with a grain of salt,” you said venomously.

Reggie paused, moving back to his spot, far away from you. “Fine,” he simply said. “But don’t act like you were the only victim. I got hurt, too.”

You opened your mouth to respond when Mrs. Leona walked back into the room with three water bottles. “Well, I’m back. Are you two rested enough to continue?”

You shook your head. “Mrs. Leona, um I think it’s probably time we head back to Mrs. Hillside’s office,” you suggested. “It’s erm, late and I hurt my elbow, so…”

Mrs. Leona nodded understandingly. “Yes, of course, I forgot how much time had passed. You two work so well together, I might as well keep you guys in my class!” You laughed nervously before grabbing your things and waving goodbye. You didn’t bother looking back at Reggie. There was nothing left to say.

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burgers-and-french-fries · 3 years ago

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Merwin: Mycroft Family Pout.

Note: Hello my lovelies. Thank you so much for being patient with me once again. I had a few issues with formatting and words getting jumbled and whatnot but I am happy to report that I was able to fix it and have the imagine in proper reading order.

I want to say a huge thank you to @stronglyobsessed for once again allowing me the chance to flex my A/B/O skills (not that I’ve been writing the dynamic for very long) and produce this for all of you. I had so much fun with this and I hope that you have just as much fun reading this.

Now, I would like to note that this imagine has a light mention of smut but compared to what I have written smut wise, this is nothing.

So anyway, let’s get into this shall we?

P.S: The imagine starts under the image which was part of my inspiration for this piece. Also keep in mind that with the dancing part, you can put the scene to any song you like as it fits any genre.

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You’d think that being an omega, Eggsy would be the one to want the house to remain clean, especially now that Gracie, Maisie, Harry and Samuel had moved out. That wasn’t the case though. To a certain extent, Eggsy was clean and made sure that things were put away but on occasion, he’d leave his clothes on the floor -clean or dirty, it didn’t matter-, leave his dirty dishes in the sink, leave coffee and tea stains on the counters. Just to name a few.

He wasn’t always like this though. When Eggsy was pregnant with Samuel, he was in full nesting mode. Everything had to be spotless all the time but with three small kids, it was hard. Once Samuel was born, both Merlin and Eggsy found themselves run off their feet, making it increasingly difficult to keep up with the messes the house would contain. Eventually, the couple decided that it was time to get a maid. Naturally, Merlin went to his Kingsman colleagues and asked them if they had any suggestions, all of them recommending Celia Ramirez. She was fantastic and left nothing unclean. She very quickly became part of the family and had been with them over 11 years, or at least close to it.

Normally Celia would arrive at the house at around 8am but today Eggsy felt that Celia wasn’t needed. He wanted to clean the house and make sure that it was spick, span, sparkling and safe for their special visitor who was expected the next morning. Not that Celia would leave the house looking less than that.

When Merlin woke up, he could hear Eggsy downstairs pottering around and he rolled his eyes. He knew that Eggsy was excited to see their granddaughter Ottilie, but whenever it was known that she was coming, Merlin knew that it would be up to him to do the food shop and buy the things that Ottie would need. He didn’t mind doing the shop as it gave him a chance to steer clear of a frantic and sometimes anal Eggsy.

“Morning love.” Merlin braved as he walked into the kitchen where Eggsy was loading the dishwasher. Eggsy didn’t look up.

“Table.” He muttered. Merlin smiled to himself. Even if Eggsy was preoccupied, he still made sure to prepare Merlin his usual breakfast of oatmeal, fruit and tea.

“Thank you, love.” Merlin said as he sat down.

Not more than two minutes later, Merlin was taking a sip of tea when Eggsy walked over and started taking his bowl away.

“Eggsy, that’s my breakfast, what are you doing?” Merlin asked incredulously.

“What does it look like?” He said nonchalantly. Merlin raised his brows.

“I know you want things to be perfect, but she isn’t coming until tomorrow. Why not sit down and eat with me.” Merlin replied. Eggsy shook his head and went about his work.

“If you don’t want to eat with me that’s fine, but can I at least finish my breakfast?” He asked. Eggsy stopped what he was doing -finally understanding what Merlin was getting at- and looked at Merlin sheepishly.

“Sorry.” He said softly, handing Merlin his oatmeal.

“Will you relax please? We have plenty of time to clean.” Merlin tried but Eggsy insisted that now was the perfect time.

“She’s 4 Eggsy, she won’t notice anything different.” Merlin said, instantly regretting his words when Eggsy shot him a glare.

“Fine you old codger, have it your way but don’t be complaining about your back being sore later on.” Merlin warned, even if he did secretly like it when his silver fox of a husband would ask him to massage his shoulders and back. He found it sensual and intimate. A time for them to reconnect and just be together.

“Who are you calling old?” Eggsy asked with a hidden cheeky glint in his eye. He could never be mad at Merlin…for very long anyway.

“Please come and eat with me?” Merlin asked, adding a bit of a pout for good effect. Eggsy gave his husband a small smile.

“Alright, fine.” Eggsy replied, making Merlin smile triumphantly. He knew Eggsy could never resist the Mycroft family pout. After all, it gave them 4 kids.

Eggsy put a couple pieces of bread in the toaster and cut himself the rest of the fruit he used for Merlin’s breakfast. Once that was all done and ready, Eggsy sat next to Merlin, and they spent the next little bit planning out fun things to do while little Ottie was staying with them.

“Which reminds me, we need to set up the guest room for her.” Eggsy said, having the last drags of his coffee.

“I already took care of that.” Merlin said as he rinsed his dish and added it to the dishwasher. Eggsy’s face fell. That was something he wanted to do with Merlin like they always did.

“Oh.” He responded sadly.

“What?” Merlin asked.

“I thought we’d do that together like we always do.” Eggsy said.

“I asked you if you wanted to help me, but you told me to go ahead.” Merlin told him. It wasn’t a lie, but Eggsy was busy doing other things for work when Merlin asked.

“When?” Eggsy asked.

“I believe it was yesterday afternoon.” Merlin replied. Eggsy rolled his eyes.

“You mean yesterday afternoon when I was in the middle of sorting paperwork?” Eggsy grumbled.

“How was I supposed to know you were doing paperwork?” Merlin answered, coming up behind Eggsy, rubbing his arms and kissing the top of his head.

Eggsy didn’t say anything as no words came to his mind.

“I love you, Eggsy.” Merlin teased, hoping to make Eggsy smile. It worked.

“I love you too, but did you have to prepare the room without me?” Eggsy questioned through a chuckle.

“Yes.” Merlin answered simply.

With breakfast over with, Merlin decided that it was time to give his husband some space so that he could continue to clean and grumble if he wanted to, and Merlin didn’t have to be there to hear it. So, with that, Merlin found himself in the sweet isle trying to find the blasted jelly babies that Ottilie loved so much. To be fair, the little girl never really got them at home, so it was a special treat she got when she was staying with her grandpa Eggsy and grumpy Merlin.

Merlin had just picked up a bag of the prized jellies and was about to add them to the trolly when his phone rang. The shrill tone making the Scotsman jump out of his skin.

“Hello, son.” He answered, seeing Harry’s name pop up on the screen.

“Hi pop. Are you able to take Ottie now?” Harry asked as his wife looked at him from her laboring position. Merlin furrowed his brows.

“Is everything ok?” He asked. Harry sighed.

“Dana’s water broke, and her parents aren’t able to watch Ottilie tonight.” Harry explained. Merlin knew Eggsy would have a fit if he knew what was happening now. He knew Eggsy wouldn’t be done cleaning just yet.

“Don’t you worry son; I’ll come and collect her and let your dad know.” Merlin told his oldest boy. Harry smiled at his wife, confirming that all would be well.

“You’re a life saver, thank you so much. We have everything ready for her, so we’ll see you soon?” Harry said.

“No need to thank me son. I will see you soon. Give Dana our love.” Merlin said as he and Harry hung up. Merlin quickly gathered the last-minute items and paid for them.

“Ottie, are you all ready? Grumpy’s coming to pick you up.” Harry said as he helped his daughter with her shoes. Ottilie nodded and smiled brightly.

“Ready.” She confirmed. Harry chuckled at her excitement.

“Good girl.” He told her. Just then Merlin knocked at the door.

“Grumpy!” Ottilie cried, forgetting what she had been told about inside voices, earning herself a warning look from her mother who had just walked toward her husband and daughter.

“Sorry mama.” Ottie muttered. Dana ran her hand through the little girl’s brown locks.

“Thank you, baby.” She replied.

Merlin entered the house and picked his granddaughter up.

“Hello Hamish.” Dana greeted before a contraction coursed through her body again. Merlin knew not to speak when a contraction was happening, so he simply motioned for Ottie’s stay over bag.

“Go be with her. We will be ok.” Merlin said.

“Thank you.” Harry replied.

“You’re welcome.” Merlin responded. Ottilie waved.

“Bye mama, bye daddy, bye baby.” She said as she was carried away. Harry waved goodbye and blew his father and daughter a kiss. Dana was able to do so when her contraction eased up.

Merlin got Ottie buckled in the car seat, he and Eggsy had kept after Samuel was born in case another baby was to make their appearance, but that wasn’t the case.

“Alright my honey, are you ready to see grandpa?” Merlin asked once he was in his seat. Ottilie nodded. She was feeling nervous now as she knew this meant her baby was on its way. Merlin recognized this and offered a smile through the rear-view mirror.

“Shall we call grandpa on the way home?” Merlin asked. He couldn’t get a hold of Eggsy after he left the shops, so he thought now would be the perfect time to try again.

“Yeah.” Ottilie answered as she looked out her window.

Merlin asked Siri to call Eggsy but on the fifth ring, he knew that Eggsy wasn’t going to pick up which meant that he was either on another call or he was so busy cleaning and didn’t hear the ringtone. Either way, Merlin hung up and drove home.

Eggsy had been doing the washing and had just come inside from hanging it up. It was a beautiful day and he decided that it was the best choice to leave the clothes out the back to dry instead of putting them in the tumble dryer. After all, they still had plenty of hours in the day to get things done…or so he thought.

“Right, what next?” Eggsy asked to no one in particular. He looked over his list and saw that he had mopping left to do. He smiled to himself. He felt very accomplished and proud of himself for pushing through everything on his to do list. Putting his pen down, Eggsy decided to prepare the mopping bucket for cleaning the floor.

Whilst filling the bucket, he ended up soaking the front of his shirt.

“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned aloud, rolling his eyes. Eggsy removed the shirt and hung it over the sink in the laundry room and got to work.

Meanwhile, Merlin and Ottilie had just pulled up to the house and were unbuckling themselves when they heard music blasting from inside. Merlin chuckled to himself.

“What’s grandpa doing?” Ottie asked as Merlin helped her down from the car.

“Last I saw, grandpa was cleaning the house, but it would appear that he’s annoying the neighbors instead.” Merlin replied, making the 4-year-old giggle.

“Shall we go see what he’s really up to?” Merlin asked. Ottilie nodded and took hold of Merlin’s free hand. His other hand carrying the stay over bag. He’d get the shopping later.

Walking into the house, both Ottie and Merlin removed their shoes and turned around, not expecting to see a shirtless Eggsy finishing up the mopping. Not only that, but it appeared that Eggsy was dancing and singing along to Niall Horan’s, slow hands. Ottilie quickly brought her small hands up to her mouth to try and stifle her laughter whilst Merlin stood there in shock.

The way Eggsy was moving his body around the mop handle, specifically his hips, had Merlin’s imagination creating all sorts of scenarios. Scenarios that were highly inappropriate while they had anyone in the house with them. Ok, well, maybe it was more like grinding against the handle of the mop.

“Gary Lee Unwin, what the hell are you doing?” Merlin shrieked, quickly covering Ottilie’s eyes. Eggsy jumped higher than he ever had, letting the mop fall to the ground with a loud thud. Eggsy swallowed and looked at his husband sheepishly. He knew they’d been standing there for at least a minute or two.

“I was, uh- cleaning.” He replied, sounding not at all convincing. Merlin had to admit that his husband still had the ability to make him want to pin him to a wall and fucking devour him. Merlin couldn’t think like that now though.

“It sure looked like it.” Merlin grumbled. Eggsy smirked knowing that the movements he was making had gotten into his husband’s head. For good measure, Eggsy discreetly bit his lower lip and winked. Thank goodness Ottie’s eyes were still covered.

“Cheeky shit.” Merlin huffed as Eggsy quickly grabbed his damp shirt from the laundry room.

“You know, you could have called to tell me that Ottie was coming sooner.” Eggsy said as he reappeared. Merlin looked at the front of Eggsy’s shirt. He wasn’t sure if the water had appeared earlier or if Eggsy had purposely wet it just to continue teasing him. Though, given that Eggsy was shirtless when they entered the house, he had to go with the fact that Eggsy’s shirt had gotten wet, previous to them arriving home.

“I did but you didn’t answer. Now I know why.” Merlin said, a hint of lust in his tone. Eggsy let a slight blush dust over his cheeks.

“Why don’t you get Otter settled while I go clean myself up.” Eggsy suggested, using Ottilie’s nickname he had given her the day she was born.

“Aye.” Merlin said simply as he walked upstairs to where Ottilie would be staying.

Two hours, three cartoons and one dog walk later, Eggsy and his little otter were in the kitchen prepping for dinner while Merlin went out to collect the pizza Ottie had chosen for them to eat.

“Perfect. Now add the cucumber.” Eggsy instructed as he helped the girl scoop the veggie into the salad bowl.

“Did I do good?” Ottie asked once the green cubes were added. Eggsy nodded and gave Ottie a kiss on the cheek.

“You did a marvelous job. This salad looks so yummy.” Eggsy praised. Ottie smiled. She loved helping grandpa Eggsy in the kitchen. It was her favorite thing to do.

“Ok, so that’s done. Now all we need to do is set the table and get it ready for when grumpy gets back.” Eggsy said, just as Samuel walked through the door unexpectedly.

“Hi dad.” He greeted, hearing Eggsy in the kitchen. Eggsy turned and smiled, walking to his son to hug him.

“What brings you by?” He asked.

“I called pop and asked him if I could stop by for those files you were sorting yesterday.” Samuel replied. Like his dad and pop, Samuel worked for Kingsman, though more at a junior level. He needed the said files for a mission that he’d be going on next week.

“Sure, I’ll get them for you. Stay here with her please.” Eggsy said, looking at Ottie over his shoulder. Sam Smiled. He loved his niece.

Sam was walking over to her when she popped a pickle piece into her mouth. She insisted that Eggsy add pickles into the salad so that it would taste extra yummy. Eggsy knew it was the only way she’d eat the salad. She definitely got that from him. Pickles to Eggsy were the best thing on this planet.

“I saw that, sweetness.” Sam said as he stopped beside the little girl. Ottilie smiled at him cheekily. Samuel pulled his niece in for a hug once she had swallowed the pickle.

Her petit arms attempted to wrap around his neck.

“Didn’t see nufing.” She whispered into his ear. Eggsy came around the corner shortly after and smiled at the sight.

“What didn’t Uncle Sammy see?” Eggsy asked. Both Ottie and Samuel looked around the room as if nothing happened. The older man rolled his eyes playfully.

“The files for my granddaughter please.” Eggsy said, holding out the manila folders. Sam gave his father a playful frown and held Ottie away from him.

“Mine.” Sam said with a teasing tone.

“Not a chance.” Eggsy said.

Ottilie thought it was the best thing in the whole world having her grandpa and Uncle fight over her, even if it was just playfully.

“What’s going on here?” Merlin asked when he saw Eggsy and Sam frowning at each other.

“Just playin’.” Ottie answered through her giggles as Eggsy reached out for her and Sam spun her around away from him.

“I remember doing that with you when you were Ottie’s age. You would squeal with delight.” Merlin said with a warm smile.

“I can see that.” Sam replied with a smile that mirrored Eggsy’s.

“Why don’t you stay for pizza.” Merlin suggested. With this distraction, Eggsy was able to scoop his otter up and attack her with kisses.

“No fair, my guard was down.” Sam whined, adding a wink to Ottie who clung to Eggsy.

“I trained you better than that. A good Kingsman agent ne-“ Merlin started before Sam and Eggsy interrupted. Both of them having heard the same thing over and over again.

“Never let’s his guard down.” Sam and Eggsy finished in unison. Merlin grinned. He was proud of his boys.

“PIZZA!” Ottilie screamed, taking everybody by surprise.

“I was not prepared for that.” Eggsy said, rubbing the ear the girl had just screamed into. Merlin smirked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if this little one followed in our footsteps.” He said, walking past his family to the dinner table.

Ottilie grinned.

“I doubt Harry and Dana would agree to that, pop.” Samuel said. Eggsy nodded in agreement. Both Harry and Dana appreciated what Kingsman did for the greater good, but for them, they just wanted to not have to worry about something happening on a mission and never getting to say goodbye.

“Who knows. I’m sure I can get them to change their mind.” Merlin said mischievously.

“Don’t get any ideas please.” Eggsy warned him.

“Fine. Let’s eat shall we.” Merlin asked, looking at his youngest child. Sam nodded and sat down with Ottie between him and Eggsy.

After dinner, Ottie was given a bath and then she was dressed and tucked into her bed that Merlin had lovingly set up for her. He had her favorite comfort items in the bed waiting for her and of course he had her princess nightlight plugged in for her as well, which illuminated the room in a soft pale pink glow.

“Sweet dreams my otter. Sleep well.” Eggsy said, taking his turn to tenderly kiss her cheek. Ottilie was pretty much sleeping by the time those words had left Eggsy’s lips. She had had so much fun that afternoon that she had run herself ragged.

Eggsy smiled as he looked down at her. She was stunning and reminded him so much of his sister when she was Ottie’s age. She was an angel, soft, gentle and pure.

“Night night.” He whispered one more time before closing her door and retreating to his and Merlin’s room.

Merlin was sitting up in bed looking through his latest reading material, wearing nothing but a vest top and his boxers. Eggsy hummed as he entered the room.

“My, my, my, isn’t this a tasty sight.” Eggsy teased, changing into his nighttime clothes. Merlin scoffed in response to the comment.

“I doubt this is as tasty as that little dance you were doing earlier.” Merlin retorted, not looking up from his book. Eggsy grinned.

“You liked that did ya?” He replied. Merlin resisted the urge to smile.

“Shall I recreate it?” Eggsy teased seductively, now letting his fingers trace down Merlin’s arm.

“Eggsy, I’m trying to read.” Merlin said, not fooling anyone.

“That tent you’re pitching says otherwise.” He mocked. Merlin sighed and threw his book, making Eggsy laugh whole heartedly.

“Shut up and kiss me , would you.” Merlin grumbled before capturing his husband’s lips with his own.

Merlin and Eggsy spent the next little bit undressing each other slowly and enjoying every little kiss shared between them. Nothing rough and animalistic. Just sweet, tender, loving and gentle.

Eggsy let his hands roam Merlin’s body before letting his fingertips trace over Merlin’s cock.

“Are you sure we should be doing this with Ottie down the hall?” Merlin questioned lowly, hoping and praying that Eggsy would tell him that it was ok. Unfortunately, that was the moment Ottie chose to wake up crying loudly.

Merlin and Eggsy separated as though they had been shot, and Merlin left to the bathroom in a hurry; leaving Eggsy to put himself to rights and rush to Ottie’s room.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Eggsy asked as he sat down next to Ottie, thankfully back to how he was before he and Merlin started their evening make out.

Ottie was in such hysterics that all she could do was reach for Eggsy. Eggsy picked her up and held her close while rocking her. He had no idea why she was so upset but with how tightly she was holding on to him, he knew it was more important to give her all the love she needed in that moment.

“Come on honey, let’s go see grumpy.” Eggsy said as he wrapped Ottie in a blanket and made sure her lovie was with her too.

“Babe?” Eggsy called as he set Ottilie down on their bed.

“Grumpy.” Ottie cried. This made Merlin emerge.

“Oh, my love. What ever is the matter?” Merlin questioned, climbing in beside her.

“They hate me.” The little girl hiccupped through her tears. Merlin and Eggsy frowned at each other.

“No one hates you, Ottie.” Merlin said, attempting to calm her down. It didn’t work.

“The baby does.” She cried. Eggsy sympathetically sighed.

“Otter, the baby is going to love you so much.” Eggsy said as Ottilie clung onto his arm and hugged it tight.

Merlin smiled to himself. This situation reminded him so much of the night Eggsy went into labor with Maisie. Gracie was absolutely terrified that the baby wouldn’t like her and wouldn’t want to be her friend.

“You know Ottie, when your aunt Gracie was around your age, she had the same fears as you.” Merlin said, rubbing her back comfortingly. Ottie moved closer to her grandpa Eggsy and hid her face in his chest.

“I remember that. She loved knowing that Maisie was going to join our family but when it came time for me to have her, she would not let me leave the house. Your great nan had to bribe her with sweets so we could leave.” Eggsy said, chuckling at the memory.

“Ottie, would you like to look at some photos?” Merlin asked, hoping the photos would act as a good distraction but no such luck.

“No grumpy.” Ottie murmured into Eggsy. Eggsy smiled at his husband’s attempts.

“What about the home movies?” Eggsy suggested making Merlin beam. He loved watching those. It brought him so much joy seeing his family grow. He got up and went to fetch them, as well as some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.

“Now that grumpy’s gone, do you want to tell me what brought this on?” Eggsy tried. Ottie shook her head but looked up at him through her beautiful long black lashes.

“Was it a bad dream?” Eggsy questioned. Ottie didn’t reply and simply cuddled into him again, giving Eggsy all the answer he needed.

“Oh honey. Everything’s going to be ok. I promise.” Eggsy said, resting his chin on top of her head.

It was a couple minutes before Eggsy came up with a little idea.

“Would you like to sleep in here tonight and have a sleepover?” Eggsy asked, knowing that it always brought his children comfort, especially Harry after particularly bad dreams. Ottie nodded.

“Yuv you Grandpa.” She said, sounding a lot like Maisie when she was small.

“I love you too otter.” He replied, giving her head a kiss.

“I don’t know about you missy, but I could use some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and some jelly babies on the side.” Merlin announced as he joined Eggsy and Ottie once more. Ottie shifted her head so that one eye was looking at Merlin.

“What do you think, otter?” Eggsy said, beginning to tickle her. Ottilie let out a harmonious laugh as she tried to wriggle away from Eggsy.

“There’s our girl. Beautiful and brave.” Eggsy said, making Merlin’s heart swell. Yup, this was definitely reminiscent of when Gracie was young.

Together merlin, Eggsy and Ottie watched home movies and had their treats. Ottie of course loved every minute of it and came to realize that maybe her grandpas were right, everything would be ok in the end.

The next morning, Ottie woke up bright and early snuggled between Merlin and Eggsy. She was so happy. They had helped her feel better about having a sibling and made her feel like she could do anything as she knew that they would be there for her always.

“Hi grandpa.” Ottie whispered as she poked Eggsy’s cheek. The man grumbled a little as he stirred. He opened his eyes and grinned sleepily at the 4-year-old.

“Did daddy call?” She asked, wanting to know if she was a big sister yet.

Merlin, who had been awake already, turned over and greeted his husband and grandbaby with a kiss on the forehead each.

“Your dad texted at 3:30 this morning to tell us that you’re a big sister now.” He told her. Her smile faltered a little bit as she felt nerves course through her body.

“Oh.” Ottie replied, looking at Eggsy.

“It’s ok Otter. We’ll be there with you when you meet them.” Eggsy said, reassuring her that they wouldn’t leave her alone. She took hold of each of their arms and hugged them close.

“What did they have?” Eggsy asked after a few minutes of silence which told them Ottie was sleeping again.

“He said that they would tell us when we came by the hospital later today.” Merlin replied. Eggsy sighed. He was content in knowing that now he had two grandbabies to spoil

“So, tell us, what did you have?” Eggsy asked, dying to know what his son and daughter-in-law had. Harry and Dana looked at each other and smiled.

“Dad, pop, this is Elodie. Elodie, these are your grandpas.” Harry spoke as he passed the 6-pound baby girl to Merlin and Eggsy. Both of them beaming with pride….and maybe a few tears as well.

“Welcome to this crazy family, Elephant, you’re going to love it.” Eggsy said softly, looking at his husband. It was mental just how much their family had grown, and it was all because of that famous Mycroft family pout.

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offical-dystopiantale · 5 years ago

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*Chapter 3: There’s something I need to tell you!*

Ink: Age 17

Error: Age 18

Part 2

Error rocked back on his heels, pushing his hands into the pant pockets of his suit, eyeing the stairs that led to the second story of Ink’s home anxiously. He could hear his boyfriend and Winter upstairs, in his room, his mother fussing and cooing over her son. He had tried to get into his room to see him once he was dressed and ready to go, but had been ushered down to the door, being told to wait.

It was his and Ink’s prom night, and the small skeleton had practically been vibrating with excitement throughout the day, and, even though Error had asked, refused to show him what he’d be wearing. The taller boy had been able to get his before him, since he ended up having a day off while Ink was at work, and afterwards the short monster had decided they wouldn’t show each other their suits until the night off - though, he did want them to match so he had asked for the colour of Error’s tux, which was a deep red. The undershirt was a reddish white, and he wore a bow tie that was also red, only a bit darker than the actual suit.

The door upstairs opened, then footsteps coming down to him, along with Ink’s voice.

“Mom! I’m fine, would you stop - stooop!” He was whining at this point, making Error chuckle.

All three monster’s stop talking (or laughing, in Error’s case) when everyone was downstairs.

Ink was wearing white pants and dress shirt, with a salmon coloured vest overtop, and a tie that was the same colour tucked delicately into it. His cheeks were flushed slightly - the taller boy was sure he was blushing as well - and his left eye was change rapidly between a heart, star, and an upside down triangle.

“Woah.” His boyfriend walked away from his mother, who willingly let him out of her grip, and took hold of his arm, hooking it with his own. “You look incredible!”

The comment made the black skeleton blush harder and advert his eyes. “Heh… so do you.” Ink giggled at his embarrassment, pushing up onto his tiptoes to kiss his cheek - Error still had to lean down a bit for him to do so, though.

“Ok love birds-”

“Mooom!”

She giggled, pulling out a camera she had left out on the kitchen table. “Stand in front of the door for me. I want to get a picture of you two!”

Ink huffed next to him, but did as his mother asked. Going to stand by the front door with his taller partner; Error linked an arm around him, leaning a bit so he wouldn’t seem as tall.

He felt awkward standing there, smiling for the picture, and was very relieved when Winter said she got a good one and they could move again.

“Don’t go doing anyting stupid tonight! I know there’s always kids at these kinda things doing drugs or-”

“We’re not gonna do drugs mom.”

“And be careful! There’s a good chance someone spiked the punch!”

The small skeleton rolled his eyes, while his boyfriend froze for a second. It honestly hadn’t even occurred to him there would be alcohol at this event, and the thought of drinking it made him feel sick to his stomach. His father was always more hostile if he’d been drinking and, well, the drink had no appeal to the eighteen year old boy now. He felt a hand on his forearm. “You ready to go, hun?”

Error smiled softly, taking the other boy’s hand off his arm and holding it in his hand. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Ink made it easier for him to slip out of those trains of thought, the ones that led to his father.

He was with Ink now.

Everything was good.

The two boys said their good-byes to Winter, and slipped outside into the evening air to walk to their car. “You ok, Erry? I saw how you looked when mom mentioned… you know.”

The tall monster leaned over, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek before sliding into his usual spot behind the wheel. “Yeah, I’m fine” Ink gave him a look of disbelief, making Error laugh as he pulled out of its parked position. “I’m serious, I’m ok. Don’t worry so much, Inky, it’s prom night.” He winked, making the small boy blush. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”

The student parking lot at their highschool was almost completely full by the time they got there, and there were groups of monsters littered throughout the area. Error ended up finding a parking spot that was right next to where Bylk and his little gang were milling about - both Nessues and Bylk were in traditional black tuxes, and the griffin had his arm slung around a rabbit monster’s shoulders. The girl - whom Ink didn’t recognize - was wearing a lilac dress, that covered almost nothing and was clinging to Bylk like he was a lifeline.

“Do you know her?”

“The rabbit? Pretty sure her name’s Aspine. She’s in my science class.”

“She looks like she’s wearing lingerie.” Ink said with a giggle, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Error snorted. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she was. She’s tried to sleep with everyone in our class.” A sudden burst of jealousy welled up in Ink, it was red hot, and burned like acid; it was a dumb thing to think about, but it bothered him none the less. His boyfriend laughed beside him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “No need to get so jealous, I obviously said no to her.”

The white monster gave a nervous smile, and they left the car, Error grabbing ahold of his hand again once they were outside. He could tell that his partner wasn’t paying attention to them, but Ink certainly didn’t miss the way Aria and the new girl, Aspine, eyed Error, their eyes dropping from this face down to his ass, biting on their lower lip. It made him want to scream. He didn’t necessarily blame them for looking, he’d be the first to admit that his boyfriend looked fine as hell in his suit, but that didn’t mean they had to look at him like that, like he was a piece of ripe fruit, fit for the taking.

Error pulled his hand away, wrapping his arm around the smaller monster. “You can already hear the music from out here.” He knew it was petty, but Ink couldn’t help but sneak a glance behind them, smirking proudly at the two girls’ somewhat annoyed expressions. “You ready to go in?” The skeleton looked back up to his date, grinning widely, his jealousy fading into the background of his mind.

“Hell yeah!” Error chuckled, opened one of the gym doors, and entered into the crowded room.

The gym was decorated with streamers and balloons, the only light coming from the ones that were flashing and waving around from the DJ booth on the stage at the front of the large room. The back of the gym had tables and chairs set up for groups of teens who just wanted to sit with friends. On the opposite side, there was a long table filled with sweet foods and drinks. Ink could barely see around the room - he was far too short to see over people's heads, like Error was doing, and most people were moving and dancing, making it hard to see through gaps between monsters. “I can see an open table, do you wanna go sit over there?” The ebony skeleton was leaning down so he could whisper in Ink’s ‘ear’; the music was so loud, he doubted they’d be able to hear each other if they did something different.

Nonetheless, the short monster shook his head. “I have a better idea.” He gripped his boyfriend’s hand tightly, and began weaving through the crowd, pulling the larger monster behind him. Once they got to the other side of the gym, Ink pushed open the back door, which lead back outside.

“Where are you taking us?”

“You’ll see.” He winked, then pushed him outside, closing the door with a thud behind the two of them.

The back of the school was a wide open field, usually used to play football and there was a spot to play baseball or softball to the left, and at the far end of the grassy area was a smattering of trees. It was dark back here, and the music was muffled by the door and walls. Ink led them to about the middle of the field before stopping and turning back to smile at his very confused date.

“I don’t get it, why are we out here?”

“Well..” He rocked back and forth on his heels. “I know how you feel about large crowds, and the people at our school so I thought we could just… lay out here. You can see the stars really well from behind the school.” He ended his sentence by pointing towards the sky; he was very thankful it wasn’t cloudy tonight.

“Oh, Ink…” He laughed nervously, pulling him into a hug. “I figured you’d want to dance and stuff.”

“I mean, I kinda do, but I’d much rather spend time with my lovely boyfriend.”

Error chuckled again, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, he smirked: “You know, I have an idea.”

“That's terrifying.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile never fell. “You have a bunch of romance songs on your phone, right?”

Ink flushed, pressing his warm face to the front of the other boy’s shirt. “Yeah.. how do you know that?”

“I heard you listening to them while you were bathing once, plus it’s real obvious you like all that romantic crap. That’s not my point though - what I mean is, well… play some of them.”

The small monster looked up, giving the boy a confused look then pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, hitting shuffle on a playlist he’d made filled with soft songs (most about love, like Error had said). “Ok… now what?”

Error moved Ink’s hands to his shoulders, placing his on his small hips. “We dance.”

And they did; it started out as stumbling and giggles as they tried to get into a rhythm, but soon they were swaying gently, and Ink placed his head on his boyfriend’s ribcage. His soul was warm and fuzzy in his chest, and a smile had formed on his lips; he could hear Error’s soul beating through his dress shirt, and it made him feel warm and safe.

“Error?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. A lot.”

He moved his face upwards, so he could see the ebony skeleton looking back down at him with love in his eye sockets. “I love you a lot too, Ink.”

Neither boys could imagine a better way to spend their prom night as the stood there in each other's embrace, swaying gently to the songs on Ink’s phone, under the stars.

They were together, and they were happy.

#undertale #undertale au #dystopiantale #undertale sans #error sans #ink sans #ink x error #error x ink #errink #errorink

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years ago

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Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Twenty-Four:

With Holly on his hip, Bucky led the way to the bleachers. Steve held Ethan and Sophia's hands, and followed closely behind. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure that his older kids were still with them. However, Katie had been stopped by some younger friends from her high school volleyball days. Momentarily, Steve slowed, ready to stop, but Katie noticed and she waved them on.

Nodding, Steve faced the front, following Bucky. From behind them, Wanda said, "I'm going to find the restroom."

"Want me to go with you?" Vis asked while Jonas assured, "We'll save you a seat."

As they weaved in and out of people, Jonas took Sophia's hand to make it easier on Steve. Over the loud crowd already there waiting for the game to start, Steve questioned, "Are they here yet?"

Bucky was scanning the crowd and said, "I don't see 'em."

Gazing down at the sea of blue and white apparel, a voice yelled, "STEVE! BUCKY!"

Looking in the direction of the familiar voice, Steve found Mandy waving her arms high above her head. Beside her, her husband, Danny, waved one arm while his other kept hold on their three year old daughter, Rory.

With his free hand, Steve grabbed Bucky's royal blue hoodie, making his husband stop. Letting go, Steve pointed over to their family where Tibby was now standing. Since Steve was there at the start of the aisle, he didn't want to hold up any of the other game attendees, and led the way down the concrete steps.

"Grandpa!" Ethan exclaimed, running past his aunt and uncle to climb on George.

Steve shook his head, but the smile stayed on his face as he sat down on the chilly, aluminum bleachers beside Mandy. Over the volume of everyone talking around them, Steve asked, "Where's Becca?"

"Ella had an allergic reaction to the new laundry detergent, so they decided to sit tonight out," Mandy explained.

Instantly, Steve took his phone out and sent a quick text to Becca to let her know they were thinking of her and wishing for a quick recovery for their former foster daughter, now legal niece. As Bucky sat down beside him, he took out the blankets they brought. Steve helped him shake the thick fleece blanket out and draped it over both Bucky's and Holly's laps.

"Daddy, it's cold," Sophia complained once she sat down in between Steve and Bucky.

To help buffer some of that chill from the aluminum bleacher seat, Steve had her stand so he could wrap the blanket around her small frame. Playfully, Steve rubbed his hands over her arms until she giggled, then he helped her climb onto the seat. Not long after, Sophia nuzzled into Steve's side and he wrapped his arm around her.

Jonas sat down next, shimmying his shoulders from the early October evening breeze. Bucky reached over to rub his back to warm him up while Steve took out another blanket from their bag. Shaking it out, Steve passed it over to the young man. However, Katie intercepted it when she sat down next to her brother.

Even though she shared, Jonas still jokingly complained, "No, you think you can come here and ste--"

"What the frick, Joni?!"

Steve, Bucky, Jonas, Katie, and even Holly turned to find Tibby standing there. Teasing, she gestured to her own blue curls and asked, "Trying to steal my look?"

"In my defense," Jonas pushed his midnight blue twist locs peeking out from his gray beanie away from his face. "The last time I saw you, you had orange curls."

"And the last time we saw you, you had purple hair," Bucky commented, nuzzling against Holly to both keep her warm and feeling to see if she was warm enough.

"Ya know, you really need to post more selfies," Katie teased, when Tibby and Sarah took the empty seats in front of them.

Tibby stuck her tongue out and unwrapped her large, hot pretzel. Turning to look at Steve, Sophia said, "Papa, I want a pretzel!"

"You just had pizza," Bucky good-naturedly scoffed.

When she started to pout, Steve leaned closer and suggested, "Maybe if you ask Auntie Tibs real nice, she'll share hers with you."

"Auntie Tibs, can I have some of your pretzel, please?" Sophia asked.

Happily, Tibby ripped some off for her, turning around to hand it to her. Sarah turned around as well so she could ask Steve, "Where's the new one?"

"Wanda," Steve corrected with a shake of his head and a chuckle under his breath. "Her name is Wanda, and she went to use the restroom."

"Wanda," Sarah repeated, nodding, trying to put it to memory. Then, she asked, "How've things been going? Is she fitting in?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, I think so. She's been a lot of help and she's a sweet girl."

"That's good," Sarah encouraged. Looking to George and Winifred, she asked, "Have you met Wanda yet?"

The pair shook their heads and Ethan nearly toppled off George's lap in his excitement, "I love Wanda!"

"You do?!" Sarah playfully widened her eyes as she reached up to hold Ethan's extended hand.

Ethan nodded his confirmation and Winifred mused, "Then, she must be pretty special, huh?"

Ethan nodded, "She is!"

Sarah smiled, but when the marching band from the other end of the bleachers started playing the school song, she turned back around. Just in time, too, to see the cheerleaders carrying out a large paper banner for the football players to burst through. A smile tugged at Steve's lips as he read the paper banner:

Trick or Treat Smell our cleats Eagle Pride Can't be beat

"That's cute," Bucky leaned over to tell Steve. Steve nodded and Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of Sophia's hat-covered head.

The cheerleaders stood on either side and started shaking the metallic royal blue pom poms to hype the crowd and the football players. Soon, the game announcers introduced, "Let's hear it for the seven time National High School Football Champions, the Soaring Edison Eagles!"

The crowd stood and started cheering for the players as they ripped through the banner and ran onto the field. A couple of the players had a hop to their steps while the team approached their bench. Steve couldn't help but smile and little wider at that.

"I can't see!" Sophia complained as she stood on the ground.

Being in the third row, Steve figured she'd be able to see better once everyone sat down, but crouched down to ask, "Do you want to sit with Mimi and Auntie Tibs?"

Sophia hid her smile with the blanket and sheepishly nodded. Steve nodded and tapped on Sarah's shoulder. When she turned around, he leaned forward, "Soph can't see."

Extending her hands towards the little girl, Sarah wiggled her fingers and made a silly face. Laughing, Sophia took Sarah's hand and climbed onto the aluminum bleacher seat. For a moment just standing there with the blanket around her shoulders and Mimi's arm around her waist, they watched the game start.

Once they started sitting down, Katie leaned over, "I'm gonna head to concessions. Anyone want something?"

"Coffee," Steve requested while Bucky said, "Hot chocolate."

Turning to the little boy, Steve questioned Ethan, "You want a hot chocolate?"

Ethan nodded and cuddled George further. Steve asked his in-laws, "You want anything?"

When they declined the offer -- apart from Mandy requesting a hot chocolate for Rory -- Steve leaned forward, "You guys want anything?"

Even though Sophia was sharing Tibby's pretzel, the little girl shook her head. Tibby leaned back and showed Steve her thermos, "I have some special cocoa. And maybe, if you're nice, I'll share it with you if you get me another pretzel."

Giving Steve and Bucky an exaggerated wink, Tibby placed the thermos by her feet. While Bucky laughed and Steve shook his head, Sophia asked, "Can I have some special cocoa?"

"No!" The adults surrounding her answered.

With wide eyes, Sophia looked around at her family and sassed, "Geez, all I want is some hot chocolate!"

"Then, I'll get you your own," Katie assured, standing in the aisle.

"Find Wanda and Vis, too?" Bucky asked, shifting a fussy Holly until she was standing on his thighs the way she wanted to.

Since there was so much that Katie would have to carry back, and he wanted to make sure that Wanda and Vis were okay, Steve stood too. Bucky's brows furrowed as he looked up at Steve and Steve ducked down to kiss his lips and the top of Holly's hat-covered head.

"Can I get a chili dog with onions, please?" Jonas called out.

Nodding, Steve gave him a thumbs up as the pair headed up the large steps behind Katie. Around groups that really should've been sitting or standing elsewhere instead of blocking the aisle. Up to the very top where they had to walk single file since there were more people milling around up there either looking for their loved ones or more frustratingly, just watching the game.

Once they got to the reserved band section, the pair stepped off the concrete path. On the grassy hill, Steve and Katie leaned on the railing beside the bleachers. Steve asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

Looking around to see if anyone was paying them attention, Luke leaned closer to his family, "What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you want something to drink," Steve reiterated.

"No one else's dad is coming to check on them," Luke looked around again, his eyes wide.

Steve's chest clenched. Luke wasn't the first kid to be embarrassed, nor the first who tried to fit in with all the other kids. But he was one of the kids they cared for the longest. And it was in these moments where Steve wished he had let that little, eleven year old fifth grader that Luke used to be, proudly show him off just a little more.

"You sure you don't want a hot chocolate or something?" Katie asked, crossing her arms as she fought back a chill.

"Ya takin' orders?" A blond with green braces mocked.

A red hue colored Luke's dark olive-brown cheeks and Steve grit his teeth while Katie beside him narrowed her eyes. To stop her from saying anything -- like father, like daughter -- Steve touched her wrist. Luckily, she got the hint, but she did turn to walk down the other side of the hill to the concession stand.

Since Luke didn't want anything, Steve quietly told him, "I'll see you later, sweetie. Break a leg out there tonight."

Bashfully, Luke smiled, "Thanks, Pops."

Steve reached through the railing to give Luke's shoulder a comforting squeeze. Wanting to support him more, but not wanting to embarrass him further, Steve kept it to just the tender touch. Then, he turned and tried to catch up to Katie.

#a place to fall #jump then fall #those who fall #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #domestic life #fluff #smut #otp

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marriedthedark · 5 years ago

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Ladybug Week: Day 1 - First Date

Modern AU, 1.7k words

Ruby fidgeted nervously as she continued to stare at the front door to her apartment. Blake had told her she would pick her up at 6:30 sharp yet the green digital numbers on the nearby clock made he aware it was 6:40. She once again defaulted to smoothing out the skirt of her dress for the umpteenth time as she nervously wondered if Blake had somehow forgotten about their date. She soon shook off the notion as she realized there was no way Yang would have allowed her best friend to forget about her first date with her younger sister.

Ruby sunk into the old couch as she huffed with impatience. Why was it her idea to go to a fancy restaurant on their first date? She frowned slightly as she remembered Yang informing her that normally the fancy sort of restaurants she had in mind required some sort of a dress code. As a result, Ruby begrudgingly accepted the knee length red dress and black T-strap kitten heels her older sister had taken upon herself to purchase for her big night. Ruby hated dressing up, but this is what couples were supposed to do on their first date, right?

She glanced again towards the digital green numbers. 6:42 was displayed. Realizing only two agonizing minuets had passed, Ruby groaned as she threw her head against the back of the couch. The universe was really going to make her suffer in this stuffy outfit for hours before-

A knock as the door startled her to her feet; Blake was finally here! Ruby quickly scampered over to the entrance of the apartment before smoothing her dress for the final time. After a few deep breaths, she opened the door.

Sure enough, Blake stood on the other side. Ruby stared at her in awe as she took in the lovely cold shoulder purple gradient dress Blake had decided to wear that night.

“Wow, you look super pretty,” Ruby breathed out.

Blake couldn’t help but blush slightly at Ruby’s reaction. “Thanks, you look really cute as well.”

Ruby felt her heart swell at her date’s compliment. Perhaps her outfit wouldn’t prove to be such a downer to her night after all.

“Shall we?” Blake inquired as she moved over to allow Ruby to exit the doorway.

The duo began navigating their way out of the apartment building, making small talk as they went. By the time they had reached Blake’s car however, the conversation had been replaced by slightly uncomfortable silence.

“Um, Ruby, can I make a small confession?” Blake hesitated as they had finished buckling their seatbelts.

Suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, all Ruby could manage was an awkward nod.

“I know going to this restaurant was your idea, but those sort of places aren’t exactly my…thing. I know I should’ve said something earlier, but I guess I was scared of disappointing you since you seemed so enthusiastic about it.”

Ruby could hardly believe the words she was hearing. Blake was just as uncomfortable with the thought of going to a stuffy high-end place as she was?

“Same! Honestly, I thought this is what you’re supposed to do on first dates. I didn’t really want to go either. I just didn’t want you to think the girl asking you out was this total lameo loser weirdo type of person…”

Blake couldn’t help but softly giggle at her date’s self- deprecating response.

“I don’t think you’re any of those things, Ruby. Believe me I’m flattered that you wanted to treat me to something so nice, but I’m quite relieved you feel similarly to the situation as I do.”

Ruby’s heart fluttered as she took in the genuine look of relief and appreciation on Blake’s face.

“Can I also confess something? I hate wearing these stupid things,” she muttered as she lightly kicked her feet against the car floor.

Blake found herself giggling again. Ruby seemed to have a habit of making her laugh more than she was used to.

“Well, I mean what I said back there. I think you look lovely tonight.”

Ruby diverted her gaze to her lap as she felt her cheeks warm.

“You can thank Yang for that. She went out and got me all this stuff.”

Blake hummed thoughtfully as she turned the key in the ignition. Soon after the old Camry purred to life.

“Since we’re in agreement then, how about a little change of plans? There’s this new coffee shop that opened on the other side of town that’s supposedly Edgar Allen Poe themed. I’ve been dying to go check it out, but only if you want to of course. I don’t mean to hijack your date idea or anyt-”

Let’s go!” Ruby interjected. She was practically bouncing in her seat with the giddiness of knowing Blake wanted to share this new experience with her.

After 20 minutes of driving, Ruby and Blake arrived at the Nevermore Coffee and Tea House. Both girls grinned as the rich comforting scent of ground coffee beans met their nostrils. True to Blake’s word, the interior of the coffee shop oozed dark gothic aesthetic as the duo took in the dark colors and ravens scattered throughout the place. In the far corner a young women sat on a small stage with a guitar as she sang a gentle somber tune. Not far from her, a large book shelf covered the wall with rows of multicolored spines filling its shelves.

“I can see why you wanted to come here. This place is so cool!” Ruby bounced in place as she continued to soak up the atmosphere. “This so beats that dumb fancy restaurant.”

Blake smiled fondly at Ruby’s enthusiasm. It was so adorable how excitable she was over most anything. The anxiety and worry both girls felt earlier that evening had completely melted away and instead was replaced with the warm embrace of coffee and pastries.

After grabbing a table, both Ruby and Blake scoured the menu for potential treats. A truffle mac and cheese caught Ruby’s eye in addition to a cup of dirt (homemade chocolate pudding with a cookie crumble on top) and hazelnut hot chocolate. Blake meanwhile settled on French onion soup with an almond croissant and a cup chocolate rose tea.

Once both girls had placed their orders, Ruby noticed Blake’s gaze fixed on the large bookshelf. Apparently the shop had an “open book” policy in which you were free to take a book from the shop so long as you left one in its place.

“Ugh, I have so many good books I could’ve left here,” Blake huffed in disappointment. “I have to remember to bring one next time we come back.”

Ruby once again felt her heart flutter at the implication of Blake wanting to return to this place again. With her no less! The thought filled her mind with glee as they both navigated the bookshelf for something good to read. Ruby settled on an action manga she hadn’t heard of while Blake had selected an old poetry book.

“’Demon Slayer’ huh? I think I heard about that one from somewhere,” Blake though aloud as they both made their way back to their table. “I think it’s supposed to be good. You’ll probably like it.”

Ruby beamed at her selection knowing it was Blake approved.

“Well I don’t see what can be more fitting to read at an Edgar Allen Poe coffee shop than a poetry book. I’ve never been that good with words though,” Ruby admitted.

“I’m not that fond of writing poetry either, but reading it can be enjoyable. Some people are a lot better about articulating their thoughts and feelings than I am.”

“Tell me about it,” Ruby agreed wholeheartedly.

After several minutes of comfortable silence with each girl fully engrossed in their reading selections, their food had arrived to their table. Blake started with a small sip from her tea and was pleasantly surprised to how good it was. Ruby meanwhile sank her spoon into a glob of mac and cheese admiring the stretches of cheese still attached to her spoon as she bought it to her mouth.

“Oh my god I’ve never had mac and cheese this good before,” Ruby gushed with her mouth still full. She swallowed before continuing, “Yang’s isn’t even as good as this. Oh, don’t tell her I said that though.”

Blake smirked as she bought the piping hot cup of tea to her lips once more. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret,” she said with a playful wink.

The rest of the evening went extremely well with both girls talking about whatever came to their minds: the books they were reading, what sort of character tropes they enjoyed, how the live performer definitely forgot the last verse to her own song. Unlike earlier that evening, the minuets seemed to fly by like cars on the highway.

By the time Blake and Ruby returned to the apartment building it was nearly 11pm. Yang had given Ruby a “soft” return time of midnight, but Ruby didn’t want to leave Yang awake all night waiting for her to get home safely (which she would definitely have done).

“Tonight was so fun! Thanks for changing the plans Blake, I had an awesome time!”

Blake made no effort to hold back the grin that was spreading across her face.

“I did too. Thank you for asking me out. Next time you can chose where to go.”

Ruby narrowed her eyes affectionately as she stretched her hand out.

“Pinky promise?”

Blake followed suit by wrapping her own pinky around Ruby’s.

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” Ruby replied simply. Before Blake could say anything more, Ruby went ahead and quickly placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“See you soon!” She blurted out before dashing out of the car and into the building out of sight.

Blake sat there stunned, her arm still outstretched. She didn’t need to look into the rearview mirror to know that her face was red as a tomato.

“Oh god, I hope my breath didn’t smell like onions...”

#rwby #ladybugweek2k19 #ladybugweek #blake belladonna #ruby rose #rwby ladybug #ladybug #my writing

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coffee-for-himchan · 7 years ago

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The Dance (Youngjae) // “With You” series, pt.5

Fifth part of the winter-themed 6 scenario series called “With You”. Featuring a massive argument that only seemed solvable after three weeks of cooling down and something you’d been looking forward to for ages - the Christmas Ball at your University.

Summary: You’d planned all out, and were beyond happy that the big day had come around the corner. Only issue is, Youngjae was once again being cold towards you, because of a recent argument, and you were left to go alone, without him accompanying you. But that good-looking guy was staring right at you for this whole time, and you felt so, so lonely, sitting thre and watching as everyone danced.. Until a certain someone crashed the party.

(A/N) Hey! This is a queued post, and when it will go up this evening, I’ll be attending a similar event as well! Wish me luck regarding my choice of shoes - those 10 centimeter heels sure are a killer.

Part 1 (Himchan) // Part 2 (Yongguk) // Part 3 (Jongup) // Part 4 (Daehyun) // Part 5 (Youngjae) // Part 6 (Junhong)

Banging - the only way to describe you tonight.

You recalled squirming and turning in front of the mirror, running your hands over your waistline as your worried stare fixated on the dress. It fit just right, neatly showing all that had to be shown and not a tad bit more or less. The mesh fabric on your chest cut deeply down to elegantly expose some skin, but not to levels that could be considered rude or inappropriate. You looked simply elegant.

After all, this event you were attending was in fact a university Christmas ball, and even though there was no dress code, you figured it still had to be appropriate. Not that you’d intended to wear anything that wasn’t anyways.

You also recalled putting on those platform heels of your dreams - shoes that your feet actually felt comfortable in, and shoes that made your legs look less stubby and made you taller. You remember spending hours in front of the mirror, doing your makeup and your hair with extra precision and accuracy. You recalled putting on the silver jewelry, picking a bag, and, last but not least, throwing on your fanciest coat and heading out here.

Yet now, sitting there and looking around, you kind of wished you would’ve just stayed home.

University was the same as high school when it came to this, really, and you chuckled, figuring you’d been waiting for a change that wouldn’t necessarily come around the corner. You’d been waiting for an evening full of fun, full of having a good time with friends and dancing. Only issue is they all seemed to have a date tonight. And you were the only one left without one.

Not that you wouldn’t normally have a date, or that you needed a date at all to show up there. It was just that he was away, and you’d had a rather nasty argument with him recently, so you were sure he wouldn’t come around.

Figuring it’s been three weeks since that argument didn’t help in the least.

You sighed, leaning against the table and throwing a pouty look to the dance floor.

“You sure you don’t mind us leaving to dance?” one of the last friends remaining at the table had asked you, and you simply nodded in agreement, flashing her a smile as she left with a guy she still hesitated to call hers, yet it was beyond bloody obvious that it would happen at some point, if not this evening then in the following days after.

“Just for a song or two.”

And you made it look like you believed those lies. You knew how it would truly go though, as a song or two were never enough. And when three had already passed and none of them had came back yet, you knew you had been right.

They meant no harm, and you were fine with waiting for them for a bit, which you sure were. They were living their dream, and you were beyond happy for them. But the lack of fun for yourself was what cut through your heart, imagining he could be here with you, and could be giving you a cheeky, confident smile, extending his hand into your direction as if saying, “Come on now. Let me show you the world.”

But you had fought, and he was once again absent. Just like he’d always been recently.

You sighed at the thought of him. Everything had been going downhill, right? You figured it now clearer than ever, and tried to hold back the tears from slipping. The last thing needed was a weeping girl in the corner of the ballroom.

Youngjae really was the man of your dreams. He was the living definition of trouble, yet that never bothered you, as you loved pulling him out of all of that trouble. He was a little harsh-worded, a little sarcastic. The most annoying person you knew.

He was all of those things, and was everything that differed to a 180 degrees.

He was the sweetest and the most caring you’ve ever had in the meantime as well. The guy who could make fun out of anything, the one who made a big, sarcastic joke out of all bad situations.

He was the guy who had once taken your hand on a specifically bad day, smiled at you and said, “So what if it all breaks apart? Let it. You’re independent. You don’t need any of that nonsense. You can manage on your own, and, besides, I’m here too, you know?”

“And I won’t break apart from you.”

He hadn’t seemed like a liar up until now to you, but the last phrase of his struck right through your heart. He wasn’t going to leave you hanging. Yet why were you were then, all alone by yourself, cracking smiles that you knew would turn into uncontrollable sobs later that evening anyways?

Hell knew. You didn’t.

“Excuse me?”

You turned your head in the direction the voice came from, noticing a rather beautiful young man standing in front of you. He had a smile plastered on his face, and even though it didn’t seem smug or anything, you had the assumptions that he had already approached quite a few girls with this type of smile.

“I wondered if you’d like to go and dance for a bit,” he asked, charmingly extending a hand into your direction, “I saw you sitting here alone for quite a while already, and figured you might need company.”

Company. Hell, you really were in need for company. He did look like the standard dude who tried to hit on every girl, but a subtle version of that. And he indeed was gorgeous, making some stares direct your way. So without second thoughts, you figured.

Youngjae had left you hanging over something he hadn’t been able to get over for three weeks. And he wasn’t about to ruin another evening for you. You had already spent enough miserable evenings since the argument, and this wouldn’t be one of those.

“Sure,” you gently put your hand in his, and let him lead you over to the dance floor.

You had always thought how absurd it was to only play music made for slow dancing at events such as these. Why wasn’t there anything that you could dance to with a group of friends, not needing a partner? All music played really was more on the slow side, so as he put his hands on your waist and you let yours rest on his shoulders, you figured conversation would have to flow eventually, as slow dancing quietly with someone you didn’t know seemed awkward to you.

“So, are you here alone today?”

“Yeah, kind of,” you chuckled, looking away. His stare was devouring you, and you weren’t ready for stares of such intensity just yet.

“I was left hanging.”

“Wow, who’d leave such a pretty lady hanging? I know I wouldn’t.”

You wanted to laugh at his face and thank him for the lies - both, regarding your looks and regarding his supposed actions. But something inside of you told you to take enjoyment in his words. After all, if you were struggling, why not at least create an illusion if you couldn’t have the proper real thing?

“Ah, we argued a while ago, and he won’t admit being in the wrong.”

“His loss. We’re going to spend our time nicely here without him, right?”

His smile had finally gotten sly, yet you still nodded a little in agreement. It was just a dance. And god, you’d wanted to dance so badly.

“Spending time nicely” had, in fact, evolved into owning the dance floor. He knew how to properly move his body, and the only thing bringing discomfort was his closeness. He seemed to come nearer and nearer with every passing moment.

You cursed to yourself as thoughts about Youngjae had taken up your whole mind yet again and were keeping you from spending time nicely.

“How could you possibly forget!?”

“Well, I’m sorry, I have a thousand different things to do every day while you sit around doing nothing. Could’t you have been the one to keep it in mind!?”

“Well, I remembered, and I hope you know this is about us. Not you, not me, but us together. I have to remember, and you have to remember yourself as well-”

“Hell, maybe I don’t want to! God, I’m so tired of you and your constant issues. I just wanna live in peace, without you there.”

Live in peace.. He had stated it clearly. And then he’d left your apartment, not calling and not responding for days afterwards. Not feeling guilty at all for leaving you crying at his words.

“I just wanna live in peace, without you there”

Maybe he really didn’t need you anymore.

And what was all of this about? The fact he’d forgotten your two year anniversary, and nothing more or less.

You were aware you maybe should’ve taken a lighter approach, yet fury was striking through you back then. He had been so.. So inattentive recently, forgetting and ignoring things, not paying attention to you.. And you knew it was all from the stressful life of an idol. Yet you figured you weren’t alright with being the person he let all of his negativity out on.

So when he forgot, you snapped. And he snapped back, leaving without a trace.

“Having fun?” his voice made you snap back to reality, and, figuring these weren’t Youngjae’s arms that were around you, you sighed lightly, yet put on a smile in return immediately.

“Yes. Thank you very much.”

“You know what else would be fun?” his brow raised, and you suddenly froze a little in return. His hands had traveled dangerously low, yet you didn’t have the guts to say anything about it, as it still couldn’t be considered inappropriately low.

“This is fun,” he leaned in, and almost kissed you. Almost.

“Hey, sweetheart, why are you-”

“Didn’t you hear that I have a boyfriend?” he only smirked at your frustration in return, and continued reassuring.

“But you said he was being a jerk. So why don’t you dump him and let a nice guy at you?”

“He is already beyond nice, and he loves me,” you held your grounds, seeing as his fists clenched together a little.

“Doesn’t fucking look like it if your pathetic ass is here alone tonight-”

“Get your hands away from her.”

Youngjae’s voice was beyond recognisable, and you immediately turned into his direction.

Banging - the only way to describe him tonight. Dressed to impress, and with an attitude that showed who he was exactly. The king had come inside the building, over-confident because he had all the rights and the reasons to act that way. Attractive and eye-catching, but most of all, jealous to see anyone else but him with his girl. And angered to see anyone talk to her this way.

He gave another glance to you, and figured you weren’t worth it. The event was only halfways through, and he could find himself another catch, so with a dissatisfied scoff, he went off, leaving you and Youngjae to stand alone.

The moment of truth. You were staring up at him with guilty eyes, feeling all the burdens of the world from the glance he gave you. Hell, you thought you even saw a vein pulsing at his temple. Whatever it was that he came to do, you were sure he’d turn on his heels and leave in seconds now. He was quite bad tempered rather often, and this was no exception.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Having a good time because you left me hanging. As usually,” you told him to his face, feeling the need to let him know.

“I shouldn’t probably prevent you from doing it then,” he answered, and all of your distant hopes for a make up had immediately gone with the wind. He would leave, you were certain.

“But I could help,” his sudden offer caught you off guard, and you stared up at him, a little lost. He extended his hand towards you, and, leaning in, said it sweetly right to your face.

“I want to dance with you, m'lady. Come along.”

You hesitantly placed your palm in his, and watched as he smiled at you, and lead you through the masses of people to do as told - to dance.

His hands gently placed on your hips while yours trailed up his chest to rest on his shoulders, and, as another song once again started, he took a step back and lead you off to slow dance.

“How has it been so far? Did I miss much?”

“Boring, actually,” you told him, trying to not look at his face too much.

“Well, I’m about to make it interesting.”

“Are you gonna make a scene, just like last time we talked?” you said rather harshly, realizing all the troubles and bitter feelings he’d brought you hadn’t completely vanished, and you were still mad at him.

Mad at putting all in first plan, except of you.

“Hmm, I could,” he chuckled, making your blood boil even more, “But that’s not what I came for.”

“Are you gonna throw and spill punch on me or something? Any other beverages, perhaps?” your hurt could be heard through all your words, yet he only smiled at it, “After all, you hate me so much you couldn’t spare me a word for three weeks-”

“I came to have a good time with you, actually,” he interrupted, suddenly looking straight into your eyes, “Because I know you’d been waiting for this day to come around forever. And it would be a shame to ruin it for you”

You really had. You recalled bugging him about it until his sides hurt from chuckling at your oblivious and silly excitement about something as banal as a Christmas dance. You recalled showing off every possible dress choice to him, you recalled making him show off and change his supposed getup multiple times until you thought it was appropriate. You remembered all the evenings spent when he calmly yet with amusement written all over his face listened to how excited you were for this evening - how you wanted to introduce him to your friends, how you wanted to have talks together and dance, having a good time.

You’d indeed told him all about it already ages ago. And, thinking about how he was able to overcome a grudge not to ruin your special day made you soften up to him for a bit.

“Listen,” he snapped you back to reality, and you listened carefully, “I know we’re still having issues. Now, first of - shh, don’t immediately tell me it’s my fault. I know. And second of - can we just forget all that had happened for a second and have a great night out? It would be better for both of us, really.”

“And we’ll talk once we get back home, okay? I didn’t throw everything aside and fly back home to get turned down by you tonight. The guys wouldn’t forgive me for leaving schedules and not succeeding, and, besides, I would own Daehyun 20,000 won. He doesn’t deserve those.”

You laughed at how they had already placed bets on whether Youngjae would be forgiven or not, and, as much as you loved Daehyun.. You loved Youngjae a little more.

“For the sake of your wallet, okay,” you told him, yet he knew this was nowhere about those 20,000 won. This was about fixing something he screwed up on.

“And for your happiness, m’lady. Now, please, show me all we had rehearsed,” ho told you, and you felt embarrassment twisting with joy and making your cheeks tint in alight red shade.

“Youngjae-ah! Goddamn it, come here!” you had literally stormed into the bedroom one evening, making him glance up from his phone in a cute, lost fashion as you shoved everything out of his hands and pulled him up from the bed.

“Hey, what are you-”

“You know how to dance, come on, show me,” you shoved his hands to rest on your hips and wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting for him to budge. Yet he stood there, not knowing what to do - to laugh at you or to take you seriously.

“Wait, as in slow-dance?”

“Mhmm,” you shook your head, giving him puppy eyes, “Come ooooon. You have to know hoooow.”

“Oh god,” he laughed out, making you pout, “B.A.P’s choreography doesn’t involve slow dance, so how should I know? It’s just stepping around from one foot to the other anyways, but, like, gracefully-”

“Let’s try it,” you were still nervous about it and impatient, so he gave you a quick little kiss and smiled at you before doing anything else.

“Gosh, you’re so worried sick about it, it’s actually cute. Let’s just fail together in an elegant fashion, which would be about just all I could offer you.”

And you gladly accepted that night, filling in the space between you two with bubbly talk and tiny affectionate kisses here and there. It was fun, fooling around like that. And you had really found a liking in it.

“Fancy stepping around,” you chuckled, making him crack a smile in return as well as your arms shifted, wrapping around his neck rather than resting on his shoulders.

“With Yoo Youngjae by your side, of you’ll look fancy doing anything,” he was back at playful self-praise, and you quietly admitted to yourself that you’d missed it. The comfort his humor offered, and how it always brightened your mood, no matter what it was that had brought you down.

You circled all around the dance floor, his stare not leaving you even once. You did glance away a few times though - one of those times meeting the eyes of your friends, who were chuckling under their breaths, wondering who it was that you were with, since they’d never seen him before.

“Thinking about introductions? Or are you ashamed of me?” he questioned, making you chuckle.

“How could I be? With Yoo Youngjae by my side, I look fancy doing anything, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of I guess.”

And he only smiled in return, thanking you for the dance and silently following as you pulled him along lightly by his hand to go and meet your friends.

Despite curious first glances and raised brows, Youngjae’s sweet way of talking and his charm cleared all their assumptions on why you had come alone at first, and why you had looked slightly hurt and lost all along.

“I was actually away for work, and wasn’t planning on coming back. But then I kind of felt guilty, and took the first available plane,” he scratched the back of his head, hearing a few quiet “aww”s directed at him, “And, thanks to delays, I arrived a little late. And I apologize for that.”

As conversation went on, and champagne had been brought, you figured that you didn’t know if that was the case. Since he hadn’t talked to you in three weeks, you weren’t aware of his schedules and what or where he was doing. But you did recall seeing they were away in Japan from Daehyun’s never-ending Instagram updates.

“Say,” you asked quietly as everyone else had engaged into few other conversations and weren’t listening, “Did you actually fly back from Japan to attend something as insignificant as a Christmas dance?”

“It’s not insignificant if it matters to you,” he smiled a little, and took a sip of his drink, “Besides, I have another plane ticket to get back there tomorrow, and I’m missing only one interview that I already handed my answers in for a day or two ago. So nothing important.”

Yet, even though he made it seem like a piece of cake, you knew there was nothing easy about the situation. He had to be allowed to leave - had to make arrangements, had to talk a bunch of people over. Had to find last minute plane tickets, and had to perfectly plan everything out to keep everyone satisfied - the members, the fans, but most importantly - you. And the thought of him putting all of these efforts into making you happy seemed.. Nice.

You really loved his caring side poking out once again from under all of the sarcasm, and all the nasty words you’d spilled at each other three weeks ago.

“Last chance,” he gave you his hand again, and pulled you along for another dance.

It had somehow gotten late already, as you hadn’t even noticed how the time had passed. It was just like you’d imagined - you talked, you caught up. You laughed at silly jokes, but most importantly - you were back with him again. His arm sneakily wrapped around your waist for the whole time of you being there. The way he laughed with his whole body making a sense of warmth radiate through your body. And him being his confident, charming self - it left you once again admiring him, and being glad you had scored yourself a guy like him.

Someone so mesmerizing and so.. So Youngjae.

“Look at you, you have acquired fancy stepping around perfectly,” he chuckled as he spun you around, and you could only laugh in reply. All of the hard feelings and the bitter aftertaste of what had happened, this once again felt like heaven. You held no grudges against him, and he seemed to have let go of it all again.

And for the first time in a while, you really felt happy by his side once again.

As the last few seconds of the track played and he stopped for a while, he was your grateful smile and felt like melting into it. It had really been a hassle - all of the cooling down, the realization he needed you so damn much, and had to fix up his mistakes. The tries to sort everything, and actually doing it. Walking through the doors to see you dancing with someone else, and wanting to jst turn right there and then and leave.

But the unhappy look on your face was enough to make him stay. He knew he had caused it. And he knew he had to fix it up.

He only realized what he was doing when he was not more or less than a centimeter away from your lips. But he figured you would be alright with it, and gently kissed you.

He felt your hands wrapping around his neck, and your response stated it all - you’d missed him so bad.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby,” he cooed after a moment, diving in for another kiss just after. You seemed to only hum in response, which indicated you had already forgiven him for all. Yet he took note to still apologize afterwards. He still felt guilty.

“Are you two gonna come with us?” one of your friends asked after the event had ended. The night was still relatively young, and they had intended to go out and get some drinks.

“We’ll pass,” you chuckled as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down, “No, not that. We have some things to sort out, since we fell out a while ago.”

“Didn’t look like it tonight,” she responded, and you figured she was right, “But, nonetheless, even if something had happened - you’ll sort it. I’m certain.”

And you were certain too, so when he was back at your house that night and you were in the kitchen, sipping on wine because this was an occasion you wanted to celebrate, you told him.

“Let’s just forget everything, okay? i mean, if you’re alright with it… I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

“I don’t wanna either,” he said, and threw you an apologetic look, “But I’d still like to apologize.”

And he did, the stream of meaningful words pouring out of his heart like a waterfall. You listened to all he had to say, and figured it was of no importance. You loved him, and he loved you. So you figured all issues could be forgotten, just because of that.

“And, by the way.. If I were you, I’d pack a few things. Our flight leaves tomorrow at ten.”

“Our flight?” you looked at him with a puzzled expression, seeing his cheeky grin unfold.

“Yes, babe. Our flight. You’re coming along.”

He told you how he’d planned it all out. How he wanted to celebrate that two year anniversary of yours, even though he still had schedules and things to do.

“Those will end soon. And we’ll stay behind, for vacation purposes. Hell, maybe even spend Christmas there, if you don’t mind. I haven’t gotten another flight home yet,” he said, and saw your immediate excitement about it.

“Youngjae-ah, for real?”

“For real. Because I have been acting like a real prick, and you don’t deserve to be with a prick. So I’ll try to fix it up.”

And with that, he helped you pack and, seeing his exhaustion, you put him to bed. As his frame slightly rose up and down after the blankets and light snoring filled the room, you climbed into bed next to him, and chuckled at his initial reaction to snuggle closer to you in his sleep.

All had been going wrong recently, yet you knew it would get better. He had acknowledged his mistakes and had gotten over himself, and so had you. And you were certain - as long as you had this sense of care and excitement about your relationship, things would only go up.

And even more after a needed vacation together.

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led123123 · 4 years ago

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https://youtu.be/FrUfwpaNNIM?t=183

https://youtu.be/Qk52ypnGs68?t=64

wszystkie was jebać dziwki

pozdrawiam wszystkich cieplutko wy dziwki jedzcie moje gówno

cioty

https://youtu.be/W-34MJRYV0Y?t=202

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=85

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=106

https://youtu.be/q4FwKFk658c

https://youtu.be/q4FwKFk658c?t=68

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=534

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=520

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=42

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai

https://youtu.be/Qk52ypnGs68?t=53

should I use wingman?

I should do a pool

there’s really no point of taking my teammates banners

damn I hate playing with these lowest ranks

I hate playing with these lowest ranks

my life motto is.. “fuck you all”

I need to make cocoa again.

cioty zjebane przyjechały znowu.. ta kurwa zjebana.. i teraz nawet kakaa nie zrobie ani nie pogram wogule już dzisiaj

kurwa zjebana ciota kurwa kurwa kurwa

kurwa kurwa kurwa kurwa

cioty przylazły.. przyleźli czy przyleźli.. przyleźili..

wow I played gib.. and.. his dome cooldown is really short

lol the meme dude understood the meme..

damn.. there was market opening in town.. so my brother.. bought shitton of food because there was a lot of promotions.. because the market wants to make smaller shops go bancrupt

I got apple juice. damn. 2 bottles of apple juice. this is what I wanted. I wanted more apple juice

droped to lowest rank again because of new update

wingman is really useless

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=529

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=471

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=421

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=108

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=110

this is my favorite

lots of colors and very good choreography

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=254

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=335

this one also looks good

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=345

wow like.. hkt48 and..

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=370

“ABK48″ and they both have a lot of colors

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=417

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=466

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=518

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=632

“bish”

very good songs

some of the songs are really like.. the ones that I would listen to a lot

because they look really interesting

like. the most interesting to me right now.. there are like.. a lot of them are really interesting

like. probably like.. half or more than half idk

so there’s a lot of interesting ones

I can’t listen to them all at once

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=106

this was the most interesting

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=177

perfume was making similar songs

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=250

and few of them I know

like fancy in example

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=420

2ne1 I heard some songs

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=471

I love this one

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=522

I have other stuff to do.

https://youtu.be/nrXwFsx8-KA?t=59

napping staring at my wall and eating food.

https://youtu.be/nrXwFsx8-KA?t=213

I can’t listen to all of these songs at once

https://youtu.be/QMZ0ahybN-4?t=15

I’m hoping that my teeth won’t break again

damn. I just bit.. and.. I’m feeling this cold feeling again

after biting

because these roots got deeper

they are supposed to.. like.. break though..

to have access to blood etc

imagine having.. like.. infection like.. you know.. like.. lets say.. your leg is rotting.. so doctor wants to amputate you leg so infection doesn’t go further

https://youtu.be/uxOZy6Aou1I

sh*t

omfg.. he’s cutting his foot when he’s conscious?

oh sh*t..

omfg.

avoid hospitals.. there was a song. “better avoid hospitals and better dont’ get sick”

I was like.. why are people so insensitive..

horrifying

https://youtu.be/TOhjYHFrlVE?t=23

when I went to hospital they wanted to cut out.. some gut from my stomach

my mother took me to hospital. and they signed me for operation. and my mother agreed. and she wanted me to go but I didn’t want to get my guts from stomach removed..

https://youtu.be/TOhjYHFrlVE?t=253

https://youtu.be/TOhjYHFrlVE?t=282

sh*t

https://youtu.be/TOhjYHFrlVE?t=302

https://youtu.be/TOhjYHFrlVE?t=327

yeah I would just.. it would be better for her to just.. kill her

I also though that she should die because it’s so much pain

I also.. broke.. nail.. and.. it got black.. too

it’s like.. the.. infection.. is like..

how does that infection work..

why was her leg so looking like it’s melted

https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article14198603.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/0_Natasha-McQuinn-Burn-8.jpg

https://images.app.goo.gl/cBgELZ4H3o5tZLqE6

it’s dead. it looks like a mummy..

oh sh*t that’s a whole foot and a leg sh

that’s a foot I though it’s a hand

those are bones left.. from a foot

only bones left.. the rest dried out.. but like.. the leg of this other woman.. looked different.. it should like.. dry out.. and her.. father or someone.. had.. black leg.. so.. and she didn’t have black she had.. melted.. because his leg was dry.. and her leg.. was.. covered.. so it couldn’t dry out.. everyone knows.. that.. like.. I know that.. that.. bacterias and.. all the mold.. happens when there is moisture.. and.. that’s why.. bacterias were attacking her leg. because it was covered so it couldn’t dry out.. and bacteria was eating all her flesh on her bone

because it was covered so it wasn’t drying out

if it dried out then it wouldn’t get attacked by bacteria as hard.. I don’t know why people actually wrap wounds in bandages.. it prevents wounds from drying out.. and makes the wound rot more..

that’s really stupid.. thing that people wrap wounds in bandages

oh.. it’s the snake bite.. okay..

hope this will never happen to me. because I will have no idea what to do

I had infection around my eye for a long time though.. & I didn’t know what to do

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=530

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=519

this is gonna be my favorite song now

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=139

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=174

k-pop has more english than j-pop.. do they speak english in jpop at all at all at all??

I told the historic reasons.. korea was getting threatened by china and was attacked by japan also.. and america didn’t want china to expand so they protected korea from china so china couldn’t take their territory.. like.. vietnam.. is kinda.. similar story I guess.. vietnam was split in half too

https://www.instagram.com/p/CF0T83ApDCF/

I do feel like.. I don’t feel as good if I don’t get like.. sunlight.. like.. I usually try to get more sun because if I don’t get enough sun then I wouldn’t feel as good as having more sun

I could feel worse or bad if I wouldn’t get enough sun so I try to get more sun

https://youtu.be/nrXwFsx8-KA?t=69

but.. I don’t believe that pills with “vitamin D” could replace getting sunlight

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=181

https://youtu.be/5_svauG5SUQ?t=514

https://youtu.be/5_svauG5SUQ?t=591

crypto is counter to caustic traps

also like.. nades are also counter I think

no.. nades are counter to watson

https://youtu.be/5_svauG5SUQ?t=711

it’s so much more difficult to win these days in ranked.. so many people stay alive till the end

a lot of progress on biting.. so far I was biting on not the last tooth but the one that is in front of it.. so.. I wanted the last one to get better.. and more straight but now that I bit on the one in front of it maybe I could make the last one straight

because now I can get to the last one I guess or sth

the last one is easier to bite on

so maybe I it will get.. deeper.. you know.. its roots I’m guessing mabye.. were like.. not perfectly straight.. so it takes time for them to adapt so they can fit properly and straight

because if they’re not straight they won’t go deeper.. so it takes time for them to get more straight maybe

https://images.app.goo.gl/Qt2NeLkx1NJJddEh6

see? their roots are.. you know.. it takes time for them to adapt

damn apple juice is good

and I started biting on the other side..

so these teeth roots may take time to get straightened up

I bought another hard drive.. because I run out of space..

https://youtu.be/MpAn09ZQdmE

https://images.app.goo.gl/t7HX8gCrnmDR6xrR8

I remember.. when someone had.. spider or fly avatar..

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=200

https://youtu.be/1taLXjVxB4U?t=69

https://youtu.be/UFrl3u69qO8

6200 тепер

damn storm again.. storm is boring

https://youtu.be/L92kDmxT068

https://youtu.be/L92kDmxT068?t=122

думал зто мущчина был настоящий

https://youtu.be/L92kDmxT068?t=281

https://youtu.be/L92kDmxT068?t=500

https://youtu.be/L92kDmxT068?t=661

my teeth don’t hurt at all now.. I didn’t drink anyting with sugar today though..

I ate.. one really big bar of oreo chocolate today though.. because.. as I said.. my brother bought a lot of food because new market was opened in town.. so they had a lot of promotions so I had a lot of food

because this market wants to.. destroy other shops..

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