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reidslovely · 3 years ago

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That’s the Price (Mob! Peter Parker x Reader) (Chapter One)

Request: Yes/No

Summary: Leaving an abusive household in your early 20′s should be liberating. Instead, (Y/N) was forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger who only ever watched her from a far. Now Peter, the soft but rigid man, will do anything in his ability to make her feel safe.

Content Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical and emotional) on the part of readers father, talks of murder, passing mentions of outbursts of anger on the part of reader, reader has a trauma response nothing too intense but still be warned. I think that is all please let me know of anything I missed.

Disclaimer: This is my first time since like 2017 writing any type of mob au! All my inspiration comes from the different interpretations of Mob! Peter I’ve seen on here. My skills may be a bit rusty, but the more y’all request him the more I will write of him.

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Young girls always idolize the love story of Belle and the Beast; the idea of a strong, misunderstood man whisking the unhappy girl away from her unhappy life sounded so beautiful as a kid. All those wishes (Y/N) made as a child, to be whisked away from her miserable day to day, had crawled up and bit her in the ass.

“Mrs. Parker?”

Her nose twitched as she admired the flowers sitting on the vanity, ignoring the faint voice of Mr. Morales who, no doubt, had come to tell her Peter was requesting her presence at breakfast. A beautiful array of green, and baby blue hydrangeas sat in front of the open window of their bedroom, a form of apology from her new husband attached.

‘Neshama sheli,

Green for renewal and rebirth, blue for my apologies.

I hope to see you today, it has been a rough couple of days but we can’t ignore each other forever. We can do anything you want, my time is yours.

-Peter.”

It was his handwriting alright, capital letters where lowercase should be and slanted slightly to the right. She clenched the note in her hand, tears building in her eyes as she remembered the first letter she had received from him. Her father forced it into her hand as he explained the situation as she sat sobbing on the floor, her cheek throbbing from the punishment after she had said she wouldn’t be married off.

“It’ll be good for both families, clear any bad blood. It is your duty to marry this man, it has been a long time in the making.” Tony explained, kneeling in front of his daughter. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. “So stop your fucking crying. We have a fiance to meet. Put something on that.” His finger prodded at the red, throbbing mark under her eyes.

Silence fell over the room as she wiped her eyes at the memory, it was a terrible memory that made her feel sick. There were not many memories of her father she thought too fondly on, they all sent her into a state of sickness. The door of the bathroom pushed open, (Y/N) jumped up from the vanity as she caught the tall figure in the mirror.

“I’m sorry..I was going to come down. I was on my way down. I- I wanted to look presentable for you.” Her apologies rolled off her tongue, as Peter's figure stalked towards her. His hands dropped into his pockets, in what he believed to be a non threatening position- but he had a lot to learn.

“I’m not angry, dove.” He pulled his hands from his pockets, placing them on his hips. “I was worried, Miles said you didn’t answer. We didn’t want a wedding day repeat, d’ya love.”

His steps towards her continued, each more careful than the last. His hands lowered, settling her back into the chair of the vanity. (Y/N)’s glossy eyes stared at him, shocked by his kindness; her cheek nuzzled into his palm. Her breaths evened out, and her eyes flooded with displaced tears.

“It’s alright, Dove. I’m here.”

“You scared me..”

Peter pressed his lips together, working her through the moment. He knew what she had gone through, Aunt May had warned him of her delicate state but the vase of flowers to the wall on the wedding day sealed the door.

Tony, (Y/N)’s father, was a deeply distrusting and unkind man. Peter had watched his future in-laws at a distance for years, even when the business between the two families was at a low. He hadn't trusted Tony since the day he laid eyes on him, he remembers the first interaction very clearly. It was at Ben’s funeral that (Y/N)’s father told Peter, to his face, that he was a kid and that he could never run this business. That after Ben had died, it should have been Tony who took over, not the unofficial son of Ben Parker. However, Peter had abilities that Tony was never capable of. Ben knew Peter, though he was just freshly eighteen, would improve the empire they had built.

That day was also the day he had been told what he and (Y/N) would be one day. May had informed him that was the girl he was going to marry one day.

(Y/N) was gorgeous, she was anything a man could want in a wife. He watched her interact with his men’s children; the way she happily played games with them. Peter thought of (Y/N) interacting with their future kids, he smiled at her when she caught his stare. She smiled back, sweet and shy. That’s when he noticed the other parts of her. There was a big bruise, poorly covered on her collarbone; the mark showing from the neck of her dress. He wondered how it had got there, when her fathers had squeezed down on her shoulder followed by a daring glare. That's when he realized how. Peter wanted to prove it, to run to May and tell her what he saw, ask what Ben would do. But, there was no actual proof- it was one bruise and visible anger he saw it wouldn’t prove liable. He saw her on and off after that, never alone enough to ask what her father did to her. Not at least up till the weeks before their wedding, he saw it with his own eyes. It was time to make any sort of case that he could against Tony.

Their wedding day changed everything. (Y/N)’s only request to May was that her father was not invited- and that their flowers be red hydrangeas. Check, and check. (Y/N) had her red flowers, and her father escorted from the building. Peter had got to cradle his bride as she broke down in his arms after their vows, he felt her pain, almost as if they were connected. It didn’t last more than a few minutes, because (Y/N) hadn’t seen the innocent touch way he had, she saw herself as being restricted physically and metaphorically. Tony always told her she was something to keep the Parker’s happy, and off his back. Her coldness returned, before the vase of red hydrangeas sitting on the table went barreling past his head and to the wall. It was misdirected anger, he couldn’t blame her. She was a fragile, and shaken animal and right now she saw him as a predator.

In this moment though, the green and blue hydrangeas sat firmly in the windowsill not moving and not coming towards his head.

“Better?” He asks his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes roaming her face. (Y/N)’s eyes found him, she nuzzled her face into his palm as she nodded. She has taken a liking to him in the weeks after.

“Okay..come eat breakfast. You’ll feel better.”

Peter stood, reaching his hand out to her, (Y/N) placed hers in his letting him lead her down the stairs to the kitchen. The rest of the morning went perfectly, they talked and laughed. It was the first time since they met that they felt like real people towards one another. (Y/N) even started to allow him to kiss her, briefly, before he had to disappear into his office.

His feet were propped on his desk, as he stared out the window. Lost in thought as Miles explained an ongoing business deal with the Reid’s Hauling company; but all he could think about was the woman downstairs waiting for him.

“P- Peter..”

Her voice carried in the small room, over Miles even. Peter snapped his head towards her in a smile. “Hi, Dove.” His feet carried him over to her quickly, his hands settling on her side as he kissed her forehead. “Did you need something?”

“No I just..I finished my shower and wanted to see you.” (Y/N)’s hands held the opening of his suit jacket, looking up at him. “But if you’re busy I can..”

“No, no. This is your business too- everything I plan I tell you. This is a partnership, Dove.”

(Y/N) looked at him with soft eyes, his hand on her waist leading them back to the desk. (Y/N) nestled on his lap listening to the young men talk, (Y/N) twisted Peter’s wedding ring around his finger as they plotted out a line of attack. Peter treaded carefully around his words, not wanting to trigger anything in (Y/N); but when he looked at her she was far away.

“Miles, a second.” Peter nodded towards the door, the protege left, closing the door behind him. Peter fixed her on his lap, causing her to look at him. Her eyes glistening with salty tears, guilt building up in them

“I know you hurt, and that’s okay my love. But you need to tell me when you’re not in a good mindset. I am going to say things that might..”

“I just feel so guilty Pete, for hearing this stuff. For being here..” He couldn’t finish his sentence before she had fully started to cry. His tone was maybe too rough in scolding her, all of this was still so fresh for both of them. He held her against his chest, his hands rubbing her back as she cried, his lips resting on her forehead.

“Don’t feel guilty. What did I tell you? You’re allowed to have a voice in your life, in our life Dove.”

“But my dad, he never let me hear this stuff. Said that I need to-”

“Be in the kitchen and make the men you’re serving happy. I know, but I don’t want that from you. He was a mean man, and those are things we don’t stand for anymore. Times have changed, this is our family, and our business okay baby.” Peter held her face in his hands. “Tony was a mean, disgusting man who did incredibly wrong things to you. And even through it all, you became better than he could ever want to be.”

His thumbs wiped away the tears off her cheek, her forehead dropped against his.

“You’re sweet, kind, and so understanding. You don’t understand how badly, and how long I have wanted to make him pay for what he’s done to you.”

“Then do it..”

The words shocked both of them, Peter stared at her looking for any sign of truth in her eyes. It was all he saw, she was pleading with him. He tucked her hair behind her ear, as he reached for the phone on his desk. As he dialed the number he stared her down, waiting for any cue to stop while he was ahead of himself. He kissed the apples of her cheeks, as the other end picked up.

“Tony, it’s Peter. Yeah, yeah..listen man, why don't you meet me for a late lunch. We have some things to work out man.”

As he spoke his hand tightened around his girl, holding her close assuring her it was all going to be okay.

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jimblejamblewritings · 3 years ago

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de fragee prutia | part 3.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: none

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(Y/N POV)

You had spent the better part of the week ignoring Mal and any time you had to talk to her your words were laced with venom. It wasn’t easy any time you both showed up to your lockers at the same time, like today. Mal gave you a brief smile but knew better than to try and say anything. You both grabbed your stuff silently. You looked over at Mal.

What you wanted to do was yell and scream. You got where she was coming from but that didn’t make it right, and to not say anything for so long. It made you pissed. But you acting out could potentially make Mal turn back towards evil and that wasn’t what anyone needed. She should consider herself lucky she’s a VK and you cared more about making them better. If it was an AK you would’ve held a grudge for at least four months. You angrily kicked the locker before taking a breath and turning to Mal.

“As head of the VKA program, I’m marking these past events as a small slip up. Slight regression, to be expected nothing major. Five hours of extra goodness classes with Jane as a detention. But as a girlfriend I’m obligated to call this strike one, Mal. Let’s not make this one a habit. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Mal went to shake your hand but you pulled her into a hug instead. You had to go in all the way otherwise you’d let your anger take over again.

“Wait, you said girlfriend. So you and Ben.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I just clearly heard…”

“I’m scheduling your first hour with Jane right now if you don’t shut up.”

You were still mad at Ben. A love potion wasn’t supposed to magically erase all the emotions you had to go through and unlike Mal, you could afford to stay mad at him.

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(Third Person POV)

(Y/N), Ben, and Mal shared math together. When Ben made a move to sit next to (Y/N), she got up and moved to sit by Mal. He had been trying multiple times to be next to (Y/N) in any class they shared and it was honestly, slowly breaking her down.

Ben didn’t push it. He let (Y/N) and Mal switch places and didn’t say anything. Mal purposely sat back in her seat so Ben and (Y/N) were at least aware of each other. Ben smiled to himself every time he caught (Y/N) looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Um, Mal, do you have the answer to number eight?” (Y/N) asked. They were correcting tests in class.

“Nope, sorry. Math’s not really my…thing.”

“Ici. J’ai la bonne réponse pour ça.” Ben slid over his test. (Here, I have the right answer for that one)

“Oh…merci,” (Y/N) said quietly as she tentatively grabbed the test.

She didn’t talk to Ben or Mal the rest of class, just silently did her corrections. Any time she needed a correction she couldn’t solve, she would silently reach across the table for Ben’s paper. The bell rang dismissing everyone.

“Thank you, Mr. Clemmons.” The class said in unison as they left.

The next day (Y/N) walked quickly to her locker after class before Ben could try and stop her. She was there to drop off her math binder and pick up her poms. Yearbook pictures for some of the sports teams were that day right before lunch and Tourney Cheerleading was one of them.

Ben hid around the corner from his locker. He could see (Y/N) from where he was. He watched as she opened her locker and stared blankly at a space in there. (Y/N) stared at the ring in her locker. She had seen Ben wearing the birthday ring she got him lately but didn’t expect his beast ring to be sitting in front of her.

(Y/N) looked past the ring to throw her binder in and grab her poms. She slammed her locker shut before rolling her eyes and reopening it. Ben smiled as he watched her slip the ring on her pointer finger and leave for pictures. She accepted the ring. Now he could carry forward with his apology. She wanted more than words and that’s what he would give her.

(Y/N POV)

You never ate a heavy breakfast before a game on game day because it made getting into the tight cheer uniform not easy. Why you didn’t apply the same principle for picture day was beyond you. You stood in line with the other girls waiting for pictures, tugging at your uniform.

“(Y/N)? We said yellow sparkly bows with Auradon written in blue.” Jane said as she assessed everyone’s uniforms. You were wearing the plain white bows.

“Crap. I’ll go run to my room and grab it real quick. I’ll be back in time, promise!”

You dropped your poms and started running towards the dormitories. You were mentally trying to picture where the bow could be in your room. You were out of breath as you put the key in, to unlock the door. The gym wasn’t exactly right next to the dorms. Before you could turn the key, the door opened just slightly. There was Ben in the doorway, blocking your path.

“I forgot to ask for the spare key back… Can I get in my room please? I’m in a hurry for something.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“What, Ben?”

“Here. Jane texted me.” He said, handing you the yellow bow you needed.

“Thanks.” You grabbed your bow from him.

“You’re wearing it.” Ben motioned towards his ring.

“Yeah…and it’s not allowed for pictures so…”

“I’ll hold onto it for you.”

He stretched out his hand. You gently slipped the ring off and dropped it into his outstretched hand. You turned to leave and run back to the gym.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Wait!”

You turned back. Ben handed you a letter.

“Mi suino vraicho davelé, Prutia.” (I really am sorry, Princess)

“I…I’ve got to go, Ben.”

You ran back towards the gym to make it for pictures.

“Just in time. Only one team left before we go.” Jane ushered you back over to where the rest of the squad was. “What’s that?”

“Letter from Ben.”

“What’s it say?”

“Let’s find out.”

“What language is that?”

“Maldonian,” you whispered in shock.

Ben wrote a whole letter in Maldonian. You knew it took him a lot of time and probably some help from Jay; Ben was by no standard fluent in Maldonian. He explained everything Mal had already told you and apologized for other things too. It didn’t matter what the letter said at this point. The fact that he took the time to write it in Maldonian. It meant so much to you.

English might have been the official language in Auradon but a few of the smaller kingdoms or territories had their own languages. You learned Maldonian and French Creole before you so much as said a word in English. Maldonia was always a small kingdom, no one outside of it, with the exception of Jay, knew how to speak Maldonian. You were surprised the first time Ben ever asked you how to say hello in Maldonian and certainly never thought he would take it this serious.

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Jane said peering at the letter she couldn’t read.

You didn’t say anything. You set the letter down, grabbed your poms, and got into position for photos with the squad.

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Outside your room door was a small wicker basket with Ben’s old clothes, his beast ring, your favorite socks, and one of your more delicate tiaras. You grabbed the basket and made your way to one of the guest bathrooms near the middle of your dorm floor to change. They weren’t the same sweats you’d worn before. It was one of Ben’s extra tourney uniforms. Without all the padding, the jersey and shorts were pretty comfortable.

You knocked on your room door. Ben opened it part way again, he was in sweats but also had his crown on. So, it was that type of day. Whatever Ben wanted, he meant business when the crown was on.

“Password?”

“Let me into my own room, it’s the middle of the day and I’m out here dressed like an idiot.”

“Mmmm. I would’ve accepted password but I guess that works too.”

Ben opened the door fully to reveal a rose petal path with water lilies in the center leading up to the open bay window. On the seating area attached to the window was a tray of food. Ben grabbed your hand and led you towards the window. He sat on one side of the tray and you sat across from him on the other.

“You did all this? How long did it take you?”

“Since you left for photos, I panicked for a minute when Jane texted. You wanted something past words.” Ben poured your soda for you.

“Jay helped with the letter didn’t he?”

“TC.”

You looked up from the burger you were eating. “TC? But he’s back home and they don’t have… you went all the way to Maldonia for that?”

“TC’s the one who’s been teaching me, all this time. Your fromanno too.”

“James?! Those two ain’t ever keep a secret from me a day in their life.”

“Mi los ho promita para mim.” (I made them promise me)

Ben was more fluent than you thought.

“Are those my mama’s beignets?”

Ben laughed half-heartedly.

“What?”

“Your mother wasn’t trying to give up that recipe for no one.”

“That sounds like my mama.”

“Well, I don’t know how much those taste like your mom’s but I tried.”

You took a bite. They were good, not as good as your mama’s, but good. Ben really pulled out all the stops. He reached out to tuck one of your wayward (Y/H/C) curls behind your ear. Ben’s hand cupped your cheek and on instinct you nuzzled in. You grabbed his hand, still cupping your cheek. To say you missed him would be an understatement. Ben brought your hand to his lips and, when he was confident you wouldn’t pull away, gently kissed it.

You reached for Ben’s crown and placed it on top of your head.

“Are we switching crowns now?” He took your tiara from you. “Am I just as pretty as you?”

“No,” you said with deadpan serious before cracking a smile.

“Hey, thanks for not telling your parents about our fight.” Ben got so quiet you had to lean in to hear. “I really thought I was dead when I went to ask your mom for the beignets.”

“I wasn’t going to tell them. But you do have a lot of explaining to do to my brothers.”

“They already chewed my ear off about it.”

“Good, you kind of deserved it…BEN?!”

He had dipped his fingers in his glass and flicked water on your face. You retaliated, starting a water fight between you guys.

The two of you talked and laughed well past lunch and until the sun went down. Never had you skipped classes before but you and Ben didn’t bother moving when the bell rang to end lunch. You missed dinner and had to order from Rainforest Cafe to your room.

“I missed this, (Y/N). This was nice. Are your folks coming to Family Day?”

Ben was gathering his stuff. You heard him talking from the bathroom where you were tying your headscarf for bed, sometimes you wrapped your hair other times you just used a silk pillow.

“Just my dad and TC. Mama’s going to support James’ playoff game. We need to do something for the VKs.”

“I’ll talk to Fairy Godmother and see what we can do.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ben kept looking at you, ever since you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling, “I like seeing you like that, in my clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

You were still in Ben’s tourney uniform. You had planned on just sleeping in it. You all of a sudden felt self-conscious with his eyes on you. You knew you were about to say something you’d probably regret later. But you felt the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Ben, do you want to stay here tonight?” You asked, fiddling with the bottom of his jersey.

“Yeah… yeah, okay.”

Ben turned off the lights before joining you. He was careful to stay on his side of the bed. You turned over to face him and felt Ben do the same.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Ben.”

You woke up in the morning with Ben’s arm draped over your stomach, his fingertips touching exposed skin where the jersey had ridden up a little. Ben woke up shortly after you. He quickly pulled back his hand.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said still sleepy.

“I have to go talk to Fairy Godmother now. I’ll see you later.”

Ben felt emboldened and kissed you on the forehead. You covered your face with your hands to hide your smile. It was something Ben had done a hundred times before but it felt like when you first started dating, butterflies everywhere.You heard Ben laugh. He leaned in next to your ear.

“I promise I’m going to make us right.”

You felt the bed dip and then get lighter as he got up and left.

(Third Person POV)

Ben, (Y/N), and Fairy Godmother stood in front of the VKs in their Goodness 101 class. It didn’t go unnoticed by them that (Y/N) was wearing Ben’s ring again. And they were standing next to each other, fingertips brushing each other.

“Since we can’t exactly bring your parents here, we set up a little surprise for you!” Fairy Godmother chirped enthusiastically.

The VKs turned on the TV to see their parents. The kids ran towards the television.

“Hi, mom.” Mal spoke first.

“Oh, Mal. I m-miss you,” Maleficent struggled to get the words out.

“You children are never far from our thoughts.” Jafar chimed in.

“How long must mommy wait to see you, Mal?”

“Well Ben’s coronation is coming up so probably not till some time after that. It’s really busy around here right now, you know.”

“You sure we can’t see you before that. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get my hands on that little magic w— you! Little magic you.”

“I’m positive, mom.”

“I mean we could try to arrange something?” Ben spoke up.

“It’s perfectly fine Ben, we can wait. You guys are really busy around here as it is.”

The villains started arguing amongst themselves, completely ignoring their children. Jay made a move to end the video call.

“Thanks guys for trying, but I think we’re done here.”

“Sorry, guys.”

“It’s fine.”

The VKs walked off.

“Hey M. What do you think our parents are going to do if we don’t pull this off?”

“Oh we’re so dead.”

The VKs camped out in Jay and Carlos’ room trying to come up with a new plan to snatch the wand. They had a time and place but they still needed a plan.

“(Y/N) managed to get us seats up here in the front. We’ll just grab it and go…”

“Easier said than done.”

“Evie.” Mal handed the girl a perfume bottle. “You’ll spray the driver with this, knock him out. Then you and Carlos swing by to get Jay and I.”

The VKs were silent.

“We can do this guys! ‘Cause we’re rotten…”

“To the core.”

(Y/N POV)

Family Day was an overly cheesy display, even by Auradon Prep standards. Ben and the student choir opened the day with a hip-hop rendition of his mom’s favorite song, “Be Our Guest”. You went around helping serve drinks. You wanted no part in the song when Ben asked, it was embarrassing and you weren’t doing it.

You caught the VKs watching the performance near the snacks table. Mal spotted the strawberries and handed them out for each of the other VKs to try. You walked over to where they stood.

“If you think those are good…”

Mal could see your wicked, or should you say mischievous, smile.

“I’d go for sticking your face in the chocolate fountain.”

You nodded in the direction of the fountain. Jay and Carlos sprinted towards it to take your “advice”.

“Aren’t other people going to eat from that?” Mal asked.

“What?” Your innocent look made her chuckle.

You set down the drinks tray to go get Ben when the song ended.

“Hey! You did great!” You hugged Ben.

“You hated it.”

“No, what I didn’t… yeah, I hated it.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Ben gave you a peck on the lips. It was the first time the two had kissed on the lips since getting back together. You smiled and buried your head in his chest.

“Mi vi vusto ça.” The voice that said it caused you to jump. (I saw that)

“Chilo, Papa.”

You gave your dad a hug.

“Mi Fragee Prutia! Pruto Ben! Soon to be king.” Naveen clapped Ben on the back.

“Chilo, Rei Naveen. Hi, TC.” Ben formally greeted your father and brother.

“TC, why you ain’t warn me you and Papa was coming up?”

“You owe me twenty dollars, Papa.” TC stuck a hand out towards your dad. Naveen worked to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

“You bet money on me?! On what?”

“Ti satubrasse Ben.” TC said counting the money. (You kissing Ben)

“I said you wouldn’t let him in public, TC bet against me.”

“My own brother, and for twenty dollars too.”

TC rolled his eyes and handed you ten dollars out of his twenty. You rubbed his head after pocketing the money.

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you.”

You were enjoying talking to your family when Ben suddenly squeezed your waist.

“We have a problem.”

Ben motioned towards Audrey and her grandmother next to Mal. You told TC and your dad that you’d be right back and followed Ben towards the commotion.

“Queen Leah, it’s okay. Maleficent is still on the Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. Remember the proclamation about bringing the Isle kids over. Give the new generation a chance.”

“To do what, Ben? Wreak havoc and destroy us?”

If it was just Queen Leah you’d probably have been just fine. But Chad just had to step in and stop Mal when she tried to step to Queen Leah and apologize and then went on a tirade of how evil the VKs were.

“I mean you stole another girl’s boyfriend.”

“That’s enough, Chad!” You tried.

“And you,” Chad said to Evie, “are nothing but a gold digging cheater.”

“Magic mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?”

Evie shoved the mirror in Chad’s face. He knocked the mirror out of her hand, making Jay and Carlos jump in.

“Hey, don’t touch her!”

Ben was caught in the middle trying to hold back both Chad and Jay. Evie sprayed something on Chad making him drop.

“What did she do?! Evie did something to Chad!” Audrey yelled drawing even more attention.

“Papa, TC! Get them out of here. Go! Follow my dad.” You told the VKs. Them staying would only make everything worse.

“I was worried something like this would happen,” Beast said.

“It’s not their fault, Dad.”

“No, son, it’s yours.”

You found the VKs after all the commotion died down under one of the outdoor picnic benches. Family Day ended shortly after your dad escorted them away. They gave you sad looks as you sat down. Other Auradon kids were at the tables behind them.

“Evie,” Doug approached. “Are you alri—”

“Doug!” Jane called him over.

“One second.”

“Doug!”

He gave the table an apologetic smile and sulked toward the Auradon table. You watched Mal pull out her spellbook.

“Beware forswear, undo Jane’s hair.”

You could hear Jane scream along with the other Auradon girls laughing and didn’t have to look to know her old bob was back.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You said, snickering as you did. Ben came up behind you resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey guys, how are you? You know forget about it. Everything will be fine after coronation tomorrow. I have to go do preparations, but it’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Ben’s delusional.”

You and the VKs could hear Audrey from the table behind you.

“Does he really think it’ll be fine. A villain will always be a villain, no matter how many pretty bows you try to put on it. Evil has a stench and they reek of it.”

“Audrey!” You stood up from the table.

Mal angrily closed her spellbook and nodded to the other VKs. “That’s it. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They walked off.

“Guys, wait… Look what you did, Audrey!” You scolded her before you went after the VKs.

~~~~~~~~~

You were escorted to the carriage where Ben was already waiting.

“You look beautiful,” he said as you sat down.

“You look very handsome.”

The carriage pulled off, signaling the beginning of the parade. Ben waved to all the citizens out on the streets cheering. You smiled and nodded at the random person who happened to yell your name as well. You tried to control your breathing. Ben grabbed your hand.

“How is it my coronation and you’re the more nervous one?” he tried to joke but it didn’t help.

“What if I can’t get the wand to work?”

“You’ve been practicing with Mal right?”

You nodded. Almost every night, for an hour right before curfew, you met in Mal and Evie’s room to practice magic. For someone who grew up her whole life not being able to use her magical abilities, Mal was a prodigy no doubt about it. You saw up close the power of someone magic born.

“Then you’ll be fine. No matter what, as long as you’re up there it’ll be perfect.”

Ben was right. Besides, you had secured the VKs to stand off to the side up front with your family in case you needed Mal’s help with the magic.

The carriage stopped at the bottom of the steps to the Grand Cathedral. Snow White stopped you right before you went up. Time for the customary questions. For Ben, a bunch of questions on his nerves today and his position. For you, who are you wearing, how typical. This time you didn’t mind as you were proud to let everyone know you were wearing one of Evie’s designs.

Everyone in the cathedral watched as Fairy Godmother took the crown off of Beast’s head and placed it on Ben’s. She then unveiled the wand in its glass case and gently placed it in your hands. You curtsied to her and then turned towards Ben who was kneeling on the steps.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?”

“I do.”

“Then it is my honor to bless our new king. All hail King Benjamin, first of name, leader of Auradon. Long may he reign.”

“Long may he reign.” The cathedral echoed back.

You tapped the wand once on Ben’s left shoulder and then on his right. This was now the part you had been dreading. The cathedral ceiling opened and Ben stood up behind you on your right and Beast joined him on your left. You were supposed to conjure up a giant golden rose that Beast and Ben would send up into the sky together to mark the end of one reign and start of another. Once in the sky, you’d have to “explode” the rose and a magnificent gold firework will burst over Auradon. Right now, you wanted to just focus on the rose.

Before you could get the magic flowing to your fingertips, Fairy Godmother’s wand was snatched from your hand, a deafening boom and a lightning strike rang through the castle and landed who knows where. Everyone gasped as Mal held the wand.

“Let’s go.” Jay said as the VKs stood behind Mal.

“Mal! Please! You don’t have to do this!” Ben yelled.

“We have no choice, our parents—”

“Your parents made their choice, now it’s time to make yours.”

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“And you are.”

“How do you know, Ben?!”

“Because—”

“Because you’re not your parents.” You cut Ben off causing Mal and the other VKs to look at you.

“You don’t have to do this because of them. You don’t have to be like them, I know that’s not what you want because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in my best friends. You all belong here in Auradon.”

“They’ll kill us if we don’t,” Mal said, tears streaming down her face.

“They can’t reach you. We’ll never let them hurt you.” Ben spoke up with authoritative figure.

You stepped closer to Mal and this time she didn’t step back. “Please, M. Just give it to me. This isn’t you. I’m listening with my heart and I know it’s not you.”

“I want to listen with my heart too.”

Mal turned and looked at Evie, Carlos, and Jay.

“And my heart is telling me that we are not our parents. I mean, Jay, stealing doesn’t make you happy. Tourney does. Carlos, hanging out with Dude makes you happy. Evie, designing makes you happy.”

Mal looked back at you. “And practicing magic with you makes me happy. All six of us being friends makes me really happy. I want to be good guys.”

“So do I,” they echoed back.

Mal went to hand back the wand but it was too late. Just as the wand was about to reach your hand, Maleficent flew in and took it.

“NO!” You and Mal yelled at the same time.

All of a sudden you felt your whole body freeze, the only thing that could move were your eyes to watch the scene unfold in front of you. You watched Jay try to wrestle Maleficent’s staff from her only to lose. Now it was up to Mal. Maleficent turned into a dragon. You watched as Mal’s eyes turned bright green as she tried to conjure up enough magic to take down her mom.

You were watching Mal’s hand shake and she slow sank to her knees. She wasn’t going to do it, not as long as Maleficent had her scepter and Fairy Godmother’s wand on her.

“Come on, Mal!” You mentally yelled, trying to get the message through somehow. You couldn’t even feel magic at your fingertips, let alone enough to actually reach her.

Mal looked over at you for a brief second. Could she have actually heard? You might not have been able to move but your magic seemed to still work, at least mentally. You had only ever done this once before and it was something you swore you would never try again. But you were desperate and would do anything to save Auradon. It might have been time to resort to your dad’s nemesis, Dr. Facilier’s, speciality. Shadow magic.

You could see the shadow of your arm that was reaching out. You willed it to get up off the ground. You saw a slight flicker of movement. The shadow peeled itself off the floor and stalked towards Maleficent. You knew Mal could see it coming. The two of you had to time it correctly. Right as Mal put in all the strength she had, your shadow grabbed the scepter and wand. You watched as Maleficent shrank to a lizard. All of a sudden, you were able to move again.

Your shadow dropped the wand and scepter and went back to the ground before anyone else could notice. You ran to hug Mal.

“What was that?”

“Something we’re never going to mention to anyone else,” you whispered. “What happened to your mom?”

“Mal shrunk her to the size of the love in her heart…that’s why she’s so small.” Fairy Godmother stepped in.

She picked up the wand from the floor and handed it to you to finish the ceremony. Ben and the other VKs gathered around you and Mal.

“You know what Fairy Godmother? I think we’ve all had enough of the coronation. Let’s get the after party started… Oh ay,” you said waiting for the others to join in.

“OH AY, HEY!”

“I see we’ve moved from tangerines to apples, now.”

Ben laughed as you jumped, gripping onto your locker for dear life. You weren’t expecting him back for another few days.

“Oh, well you know it’s only cause they ran out yesterday.” You leaned against your locker cooly, as if nothing happened.

“Mmm, okay.” Ben wrapped you up in a hug. “How is my Fragee Prutia?”

“I’m good. Did something happen? You weren’t supposed to be back till Thursday?”

As Ben’s royal advisor, you knew all his schedules. He was on a tour, visiting kingdom to kingdom in Auradon as new king, making sure everything was well in the nation. You had blocked out two weeks for him. Ben’s job as king wasn’t easy to balance with school and you tried to take on any jobs you could but the tour was one he had to do himself.

“How many problems did you think the kingdoms were going to have? How have you been holding down the fort here?”

“This Cotillion is going to be the best one yet. It’s on a boat! Well, not yet. We hold idea meetings next week. I’m getting the boat though; Mal’s going to back me up on that.”

“Hey, (Y/N)…”

Your phone alarm interrupted Ben. It was a notification from the palace with your schedule. And on your schedule was being a mediator in the conflict with Cinderellasburg and Charmington over ownership rights to a new mine on the border in five minutes.

“Oop, got to go Benny-boo.” You moved to leave when Ben grabbed your hand.

“Ben, meeting.” You shook your cell phone.

“I’m making the executive decision to add someone to our personal team. This is a lot for two of us. Think about it and give me some names.”

“Okay. I’ll see you after my meeting.”

You kissed Ben on the cheek and left.

~~~~~~~~

You and Ben stood over Mal and the other VKs at their lunch table.

“Benny-boo, (Y/N/N), do you want to maybe sit down?”

“So Mal, we were thinking since you and I basically do everything together, joining us as royal advisor.”

Mal laughed before realizing you two were serious. “Oh no no, do we remember how that went last time.”

“Last time you spelled my boyfriend… you’re not replacing me just joining. I’m taking a new title as Council Master and you would be taking on king’s royal advisor. We’ll split our jobs, you handle Auradon Prep and the Isle I’ll handle everything else in Auradon. Come on, it’s free trips with me and Ben.”

“Okay. But I’m not taking sides in arguments between the two of you.”

“Understood.”

“Great, now sit down all that standing is making me anxious.”

You and Ben sat with the VKs. Ben started talking Mal through her new duties while you stole fries off of Jay and Carlos’ trays.

“So, we’ve thought about it and bringing over VKs isn’t enough. As king, I should rule all the people of Auradon and that goes for the Isle too. We wanted to try and improve life for those on the Isle, especially kids waiting to come.”

The VKs looked at you and Ben.

“I think that’s a great idea, you two.” Jay said.

“So what was life like on the Isle?”

“Not pretty.”

You sat in horror as the VKs described their old lives. You knew the Isle was to hold villains and their sidekicks and even a few prisoners but you didn’t know it was that bad. You were already making a list of things that you and Ben would have to change, starting with the food being sent there. No one deserves to eat rotten Auradon scraps.

“We did all that?”

“You did worse…but look, you guys are trying to do something about it. And you’ve got me as a helper now, the Isle has a real chance now thanks to you guys.”

~~~~~~~

You and Ben were studying in the common room lounge together. You peered up over your science book to see Ben doing the same thing. This was one of the few peace-and-quiet times for you guys, studying and sleeping. The only times you were absolutely sure no one would interrupt and there were no duties to take care of. You watched Ben set his book down and lean towards you.

“I’m tired of studying.” He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then your cheek. He was trying to put your textbook down.

“Ben, I have a test next period.”

“Then studying now isn’t going to help you do much better is it?”

Ben succeeded in getting you to put the textbook down and began to kiss you properly. He was about to take it up a notch when the bell rang. You could hear a growl coming from the back of his throat as he had to pull away.

“What was that?”

You weren’t going to act like you didn’t hear it.

“I don’t question how you jump five feet in the air when you’re scared do I?”

Your eyes widened and you could feel a laugh coming on. You always joked and called Ben “Beast Boy” but you didn’t think it was true. The same way you retained some frog like tendencies from your parents’ time as some, you didn’t realize the same concept applied to Ben. You wondered how beast he could really get. You had a few froggy ways and your parents were only frogs for a few days. King Adam had been a beast for ten years.

“So, do you shed too?”

“Don’t you have a test to get to.”

After your science test was a meeting with the Cotillion committee. Mal was already in the room, she had to be there as royal advisor. You didn’t care much about the decorations, you were oddly invested in your boat.

“I’m just saying a boat would be such a unique venue.”

“(Y/N), I know you’re really passionate and I do think it’s a unique concept but logistically it doesn’t make much sense. If people are late, how are we supposed to get them there once the boat’s taken off? If someone gets seasick? Your present?” Sydney, one of the committee members, tried to gently shoot you down. Mal patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’m not doing a present.”

“Well, it’s tradition for—”

“Ben hasn’t even asked me to Cotillion.”

“Trust me, we know.”

“What does she mean we know?” Mal asked.

“She gets kicked off of the committee once he asks her.”

“That seems harsh.”

“It’s just how we do things, Mal. It’s like a bride wouldn’t plan her own bachelorette party, moms don’t plan their own baby showers.” Jane said.

“Ok. Mark that down as one more AK thing I’ve learned.”

Mal being royal advisor was one of the best decisions for the VKs. Most Auradon kids finally opened up to them. Kids like Jane even apologized and became pretty good friends with them.

“So when do you think Ben’s going to ask? How do you think?”

“No time soon and he’ll just ask. Guys, we’re already dating. I’m not some princess he has to woo.”

“Woah, woah. Even I know how Cotillion normally works. Isn’t there supposed to be some big gesture. A sign, candy?”

The other members nodded at what Mal said.

“Ben’s king now and really busy. It’s just an ask, it’s not that big a deal with me and him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wonderland was your least favorite Region of Auradon to visit. You always had to tie a rope around your waist, one end connected to the door in which you entered. After several trips there, you’d think you would’ve at least gotten basic directions.

You envied Mal and Ben’s upcoming trip to Agrabah. You were stuck on Wonderland and Neverland trying to chart all their systems of magic and working together to come up with a decent set of rules.

You didn’t like Wonderland and Neverland when it came to magic. They weren’t like Maldonia, their magic was unstable and had no rules or regulations. Plus Peter Pan got on your nerves, he was always trying to expose you and get your shadow to play with his. For someone who claimed to have grown up, he never grew up.

It was past dinner when you finally returned to Auradon Prep.You were at your locker to put up the reports and first draft contracts, you didn’t want to carry them in your backpack when they wouldn’t be needed for a few more days. Your crown started to feel heavy on your head, you seemed to wear it more days than not now, with all your travels. The crown was almost always an outfit requirement when on official business trips.

“How did they risk letting such a pretty face get lost in Wonderland?”

“Hey, Derek. Well, when you’re the one with the best diplomacy they send you to deal with ‘we’ve all gone mad here’.”

You made made a gesture similar to one the Mad Hatter was famous for, making Derek laugh. You knew Derek around school, he was in a few classes and generally the class clown. Rarely serious, but always a good time that one was.

“Best diplomacy or best smile? I don’t think Ben’s face, as handsome as may be, is what they want to be looking at all day.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the charmer.”

“I believe that’s Chad’s job.”

“He doesn’t do it very well.”

“We can’t all be as dazzling as you, Prutia.”

You heard a low growl and knew it was Ben before his hand was even on your waist.

“Hey, Ben.” You said as he kissed your hand.

“Hey (Y/N), Derek.”

“Hi, Ben. I was just telling (Y/N) here that you’re going to lose a pretty face like that in Wonderland.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on losing anything.” Ben hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“Sure hope not. Would hate to lose such a rose at Auradon Prep. I’ll see you two around. Bye, Ben. Prutia.”

“Bye, Der—”

You felt your back hit the locker before you could even finish saying Derek’s name. Ben kissed your neck and up your jawline.

“What brought this on?”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you when you were talking.”

“It’s just Derek. He wasn’t looking at me any way.”

“Prutia is my thing for you.” Ben stopped kissing your jaw and looked at your lips.

“I kinda like the way he says Prutia,” you knew you were fueling Ben’s jealousy but you kinda liked this more feral side. “Adds more of a z sound to the tia par—”

Ben gripped your waist harder and kissed you roughly. You smiled into the kiss.

“What did you like hearing him say?”

“Prutia.”

Ben growled and went back to your lips. Your hair fell in the way. Ben ungraciously pushed it out the way, causing your crown to hit the ground. His hand rested under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you better, when you heard shutters go off.

“Shit.” Ben whispered against your lips, quickly pulling away trying to compose himself.

Paparazzi frequented around Auradon and wandered ever so often into the main campus but they had never gotten as far as the lockers before. And they just busted you and Ben in a full makeout session by the lockers.

“Oh! Ben, Ben.”

You grabbed Ben’s face quickly before he could turn and face them. Your lipstick had rubbed off on him. You swiped your thumb over his lips. Ben picked your crown up from the ground and placed it gently on your head. The paparazzi were calling both of your names over and over again.

“Busted,” Mal said coming up behind you two.

You knew she reveled in the fact you and Ben were just caught being “not-so-Auradon” in public.

“Princess (Y/N), how does it feel to be dating Ben? You’ve moved up in positions, how are you taking it? The deals with Wonderland and Neverland…” The questions were endless.

“Amazing. Mal is doing great in my old job and I’m happy to have more responsibility. The deals are going great; we are making progress to the next stage. No, yes, yes, no, a rep from the palace will release a statement on that very soon.”

Ben squeezed your shoulder, proud of the grace with which you answered and handled the questions coming left and right.

“Mal! Mal!”

“Oh, as royal advisor, she is under contract to not speak directly to press unless at a scheduled event until she is fully inducted.”

You watched Mal scoot past the paparazzi and shoot you and Ben a look of thanks. You wished you had a bullshit excuse to walk past them too. You plastered a smile on your face and listened absentmindedly as Ben answered questions.

“(Y/N)? You and Ben have been dating since you first arrived in Auradon, would you say it was love at first sight?”

“I’m not so sure about that, I think I was more focused on fitting in at Auradon. Plus Ben was with Audrey, we didn’t notice each other at all right away I’d say.”

Success in politely answering yet evading at the same time. Standard tactics, give them what they want but nothing they can try to use against you.

“Speaking of Audrey, King Ben? Everyone says you’ve downgraded. How do you feel knowing Maldonia isn’t as big of a kingdom with less prestige than Auroria? Especially after the marriage of Prince Naveen and commoner Tiana? Does it bother you the other kingdoms might have a problem with the potential union of your families?”

Ben’s arm tensed around your shoulder. “We’re done here. If you excuse us.”

Ben led you away. “I swear I didn’t know they were going to ask those questions. I’ll let Fairy Godmother know about them coming farther into campus.”

You laced your fingers through Ben’s. You wanted to tell him it was all okay, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t the first time, or even the twentieth time, you had listend to people speak of Maldonia as one of the lesser kingdoms. It was part of the reasons Maldonians kept to themselves.

(Part 4)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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the-crumbs-on-my-journal · 24 days ago

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i'm about at a place where i feel that nihilistic disregard for consequences. like, i reach out and it's amicable, or i reach out and it's a dumpster fire. my life is already kinda on fire as it is. adding a bit more fuel to the flame won't make a difference, honestly. i'm not hopeless, i think i'm being pragmatic. i know what i'd be signing on for either way. i feel i owe it to myself to submit to my curiosity, or something. anyway, i also feel like i should warn somebody. hey guys, just so you know, i'm reaching out to my ex because i'm morbidly curious about him. it has nothing to do with me being suddenly sad at the thought of him being sad at the thought of me with other people. (really, it's not, i just feel like i should write that i thought this yesterday. i have my heart and all my other organs on my sleeve, apparently. just making sure there's nothing left inside me.)

i'm feeling okay, actually. not hysterical or unstable. just so tired, i've been working so much. doubles and clopens, covering for my coworkers here and there, on top of my own regular shifts. in the almost one year that i've worked here, i only once called out because i was literally immobile after a freak back injury. that was last summer. i've never been late, except for the one day my manager told me to come in a couple hours later without officially updating the schedule. sometime last week i declined to stay later than my shift, instead agreeing to pick up my coworker's shift this past wednesday (oh my god, yesterday. time is nothing.) in exchange for her staying later that day, and the shift manager was ... not amused at our consensus? he preferred that i stay. anyway, her partner (also a manager, no longer at our restaurant) said "don't take it personally, [pluto] is a beast". i work so hard. god, yesterday i did that double and one of my coworkers said, advising me, "well, you like to work, so stay in this section for your first shift, cause we're gonna need you in that section in the evening." god, do people think i like to work? i do work hard. i do work well. i guess because that's what it is. i need a real vacation. i get paid tomorrow. the money better be fucking good. anyway, god i am tired. but i'm fine, more or less. i still have a lot of life things to take care of, when i can find the time for them. hopefully i have the money for these things too. at the same time, i don't think i'm really feeling anything, but that's probably better than being hysterical and unstable. am i thinking of reaching out to him because i think it might trigger me? like, i'll finally feel something if i can get myself to have another panic attack. all i've had for the past couple days was a steady welling that i quickly stamped down back to nothing.

i'm watching the marvelous mrs. maisel because my dad recommended it and because i saw a clip for it. if it were just one or the other, i'd still be binging the good place. anyway i'm on episode 5 or 6 now. midge just got a job. she tells her parents, and her mom storms off in a mini tantrum. her dad doesn't think she can handle it. he's saying things like, it's hard work; you'll have to go in when it's raining. midge is saying, i know; i know; i know. he doesn't think she can handle it. she knows she can. last year when i moved out of my parents house and got my first real job, my dad was saying to me, you've never had a real job before; it's going to be hard work, and you've never done that before... actually, you have: [redacted]. i was saying, i know it's going to be hard work; i know it's my first job; and yes i know i've done hard work before (re: redacted). what is it with him, overlooking my experience and work ethic like that? if you really think i'm so unprepared for the world, well it's too late for you to have a say in it now. you forgot to teach me those skills when i was your kid under your care. now it's up to me. and anyway, i'm doing a lot better than he is. one of those life things i'm trying to find the time and money for is actually coming to the rescue of my parents and their tragic arrested development. sometimes i don't wanna do it. why should i? how could i? i don't know, but i'll sure write about it here when it happens.

if i reach out to my ex, i don't really know what i'd say. i don't have a lot to talk about. yeah, i'm working myself to death. i didn't do anything for the holidays (do you remember how i'm such a boring atheist?). i'm still having those family problems i nagged you about when we were seeing each other. actually, they've gotten way worse. i'm debating doing something about it, or changing my name and fleeing the country, going full no contact with them. anyway how have you been? did you move to [city] like you wanted? did you resolve your own family issues you never bothered to tell me about? how's that other ex you mentioned? did you ever go back to the tattoo parlor to get that big dragon finished? is your brother single? (i would never. i'm just being silly.) did i mention i think about you every day, to my extreme detriment? (seriously, just being silly. i'm thinking of saying something like i think about you a lot, just wondering how you've been!! and maybe if i'm brave ask so technically speaking, did i ghost you or did you ghost me?)

literally every night without fail. my mind wanders from innocent curiosity and goodwill to this mess i can't even define. why am i still crying over this. i'm trying to just accept that i won't get closure, that it's one of those things that will gradually hurt less, and gradually mean less to me so i won't even be bothered by the confusion and feelings and questions. but sometimes i feel as much hurt as i did months ago, and i feel like my choice to sit here with my lack of closure is actually hurting me more than any attempt to reconcile this. sometimes i think i feel hurt over nothing, that nothing happened and so i should feel nothing. i feel hurt because i want to feel hurt about something, and this is as good a thing as any. i don't know how much longer i can be okay with breaking down every night before i do something to disrupt this pattern. it always seems foolish to consider actually reaching out, after this long, after how it ended. i'm hoping one day i'm overwhelmed with nihilism that i don't care if it might be embarrassing or hurtful to reach out, because that would be better than crying over nothing every night. i've already done the "don't text back" thing and i am miserable.

#by pluto #dating while autistic #dating #nihilism #immature parents #work ethic #work #overworked #morbid curiosity #atheist #tattoos #no contact #haunted by an ex #ghosting #don't kill me for these tags. they're for me.#long post #but all of these are long posts

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.” You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.”

“Oh there's still time for that.”

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed.

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.”

“Foosball?” You questioned.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.”

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams.

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him.

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving.

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen.

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show.

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?”

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?”

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’”

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show.

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!”

“Morning Karl!” You smiled.

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly.

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode.

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day.

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested.

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.”

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.”

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked.

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready.

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors.

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.”

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off.

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?”

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.”

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned.

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.”

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?”

“What the fuck is a red eye?”

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!”

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered.

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru.

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked.

“It’s cheap.” Karl said.

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added.

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food.

Unsurprisingly, after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner.

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door.

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back.

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!”

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!”

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.”

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom.

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall.

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble.

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation.

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped.

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night.

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl.

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on.

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!”

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles.

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day.

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!”

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?”

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed.

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?”

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained.

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?”

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.”

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes.

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!”

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!”

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel.

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience.

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.”

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.”

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.”

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.”

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.”

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.”

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel.

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.”

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?”

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.”

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?”

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.”

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?”

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.”

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly.

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions.

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you.

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions.

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.”

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked.

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.”

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!”

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.”

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

#mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs imagines #sapnap x reader #teddy06 writes #quackity x reader #Quackity imagines #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #sapnap x quackity x karl x reader #poly

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Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

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landslide | karl jacobs

(kindergarten teacher!karl, single mom!reader, oh no karl’s apartment gets flooded so he has to stay at his best friend from high school’s house who also happens to be the mother of his favorite student, karl just being soft and sweet and a great friend, um talk about the baby daddy being a loser essentially, the beast team is there playing the role of karl’s friends from school, graham is the sweetest child, slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, SOFT KARL, warmth, comfort, romance coded but very light)

listen to: landslide by fleetwood mac, never grow up by taylor swift, growing up by river run north, rainbow by kacey musgraves

Karl helps one of his kids press their palms onto the wall. When they release their palm, pink paint remains, making a sort of leaf to the tree branches painted onto the wall.

“Now write your name,” Karl advises another kid, whose orange paint had already dried.

“G-R-A-H-A-M,” the boy writes out with a large permanent marker. “Can I take a picture? For my mom?”

All the rest of the children begin to shout their agreements, also wanting to bring home a picture for their parents. Karl grabs his yellow Polaroid camera and takes a picture of each handprint.

He keeps all of the pictures in the chest pocket of his denim jacket. “Okay, guys— to the sink! Whoever has the cleanest hands gets to help me pass out snacks!”

“Why are we having snack time so early?” It’s Graham that asks, the little one always eager to be around Karl.

Karl ignores the boy’s paint covered hands poking at his clean jacket, and answers him as politely as he can. “Mr. Jacobs forgot his lesson plans today, so we’re going to watch a movie instead.”

“A movie?” Graham’s eyes widen.

“Yep,” Karl giggles. He crouches down to Graham’s level and whispers, “You wanna pick it?”

“Nature Nut!” Graham cheers almost immediately, causing Karl to wince.

Ah, yes, the wonderful little DVDs of a lonesome man teaching the watcher about bugs and weird types of slugs. Karl actually has the entire collection, and Graham happens to adore them just as much as Karl did when he was a kid.

“Alright, go wash your hands and I’ll get it started.”

It’s a little girl named Hana who cleans her hands the best, so she passes out organic fruit gummies to everyone while Karl puts in the DVD.

While they watch the video, Karl checks his text messages.

There’s one from Chris: “I’ve already got Chandler on the couch. Sorry, man. You can have the floor, but it’s not gonna be comfy :(“

Right. Karl forgot that Chandler lives in the same complex as him. His apartment is probably just as flooded as Karl’s is. Now if the landlord would just answer his calls and help him... maybe this situation wouldn’t be so stressful.

Karl didn’t forget his lesson plans; they’re just submerged in his bedroom with everything else Karl has left lying on his carpet. And maybe it’s his fault for not buying more storage bins, but a studio apartment can only hold so much stuff.

Serves Karl right for doing his lesson plans at home instead of at the school like most of his fellow kindergarten teachers.

He lets out a quiet sigh, careful not to disturb the children. He only has a short list of friends left to ask, and while he doesn’t think they’ll mind him asking, he really hates to put anyone in that position.

Besides, most of his friends have roommates or significant others and Karl doesn’t want to ruin their routine. He’d hate to intrude. And he could always sleep in his car for a few days, but the amount of stuff he had to pack because of the flooding has barred any chance of a good night’s sleep.

The video ends, and Karl gets the kids seated with coloring pages until their parents arrive.

One by one, he I.Ds the parents and tells the kids goodbye, helping them put on their coats and take home whatever library book they picked out earlier.

Finally, there’s only one kid left, and Karl is a bit embarrassed of his hyper-awareness to Graham. It’s not even his fault, really. Graham just has a beautiful mom, who happens to be Karl’s beautiful friend, and sometimes Karl gets eager to see you during pickup time.

Whatever. It’s no big deal.

The kindergartener already has his coat on. His curly brown hair is almost unruly as he continues to work on his coloring sheet.

Karl pulls at the hem of his sage sweater sleeves and wonders if his hair looks okay. Maybe he should invest in a little desk mirror; or maybe that’s vain.

“Hey, Karl! Sorry I’m late!” You rush in, holding on to your leather messenger bag. You fix your glasses before they fall off the bridge of your nose, and Karl is so focused on the movement that he almost forgets about your child.

Until said child is scolding his mother. “Mom! You have to call him Mr. Jacobs! It’s rude to call him Karl!”

“Your mom is an adult,” Karl reminds Graham (as soon as he finds his voice.) “Since she isn’t a student, it’s okay for her to call me Karl.”

Graham pinches his lips together, and then shrugs. “Fine. Mom, we watched Nature Nut today.” He runs up to you and wraps his arm around your middle. “Can we go to the park and look for slugs?”

“Sure,” you giggle. “But we need to get home soon, okay, Bud? I have to make dinner and then we have to clean up the mess we made last night.”

Graham turns to Karl and smiles naughtily, like the trickster he often is. “Mom said I could tear up her papers last night. She said it’s There-pee.”

“Ther-a-py,” you emphasize for the five-year-old.

Karl studies your face, and he can tell that you seem a little more stressed than usual. “Therapy, huh?”

You smile sheepishly. “Well, when your son catches you tearing up old love notes, you have to let him in on the fun, right?”

“You are a team,” Karl acknowledges. He wants to ask more; wants to dig into your heart and extract whatever is hurting you, but your son is standing between the two of you, waiting for him to say goodbye. Karl clears his throat and picks at his sweater again. “Anyways, uh, text me tonight? Let me know you two got home safe. And, I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. You smile at him and then take Graham’s hand. “Thanks, Karl. I’ll text you.”

Karl spends the night at a motel down the road. He texts a few of his friends and hopes for good news in the morning, or at least a confirmation from his landlord.

When you text him, a little selfie of you and Graham, holding up what looks like microwaved s’mores, his heart grows fond, and he forgets about his own problems for a moment.

Life has never been very easy for you. From the get-go, you have always been destined to fail, growing up with an absent father and an overworked mother. With a dead-end dream like yours (writing, of all things), it’s no wonder you clung to what little breaths of freedom you had.

He was handsome and bold, with a carefree smile and brown eyes that mirrored the sun. The lead singer of a band, with a voice like chimes. And you fell just as hard as one of your many protagonists. Perhaps the mistake always lay in the fact that you put too much fantasy into reality. You have always romanticized the littlest things, and that comes back to bite you more often than not.

You never expected one: to get pregnant your senior year of high school, and two: have to go through it alone.

Of course, most people you come to love leave eventually. It’s something you have always remembered; something that sticks in the back of your brain like gum to the bottom of your child’s Spider-man skechers.

Graham is the only constant in your life. Though you’ve been blessed with a decent job editing for a webazine company, and you can work from home more often than not, Graham is the real thing that keeps you alive.

He’s the most precious boy, with brown curls and big brown eyes. He favors his father, and though that should deter you, it reminds you of innocent days, and it gives a new meaning to brown eyes. Graham is not his father, and he never was.

Graham certainly got his love of learning from you. Though he likes science more than writing, you adore how eager he is to always get to school. It helps that Karl is his teacher.

Karl’s been your friend since freshman year of highschool, when the two of you both took the same creative writing class the local university offered. Though the two of you had differing end goals, you often studied together and encouraged each other. He was there when you found out you were pregnant, and he was there when you found out you’d be raising your child alone.

Now life comes full circle, and you see him twice a day. You could go out on a limb and say he brightens up most mornings, but you would still give that slot to your son.

Karl is standing at the doorway now, greeting all of his students and helping them take off their book bags and coats. He’s wearing monochrome today: red pants, a red sweater, and red shoes.

Graham lights up almost immediately, and you are thankful today that you decided to dress Graham in his red t-shirt. “Mom! We match!”

“I know,” you grin, squeezing his hand.

Karl glances at Graham, and then you. His cheeks showcase that same pink hue they always do, and while it should clash with his red garments, it doesn’t. “Hey, Karl.”

“Hey,” he grins, cheeks full at the sight of you two.

Graham spreads his arms and waits for Karl to help him take off his jacket. “Do you see that we match, Mr. Jacobs?”

“Yo, that’s awesome, Little Man!” Karl gives Graham a fist bump that seems to appease him, and you wait for Graham to run to his friends before addressing Karl.

“How have you been?”

Karl sighs. He brushes his hair away from his eyes. “Okay. My- uh- my studio apartment flooded so I’m staying at a motel until my landlord can get me estimates on when I can come back home.”

“That sucks,” you frown. “You know, if you need a place to stay, I have a pullout couch in my office. And obviously, Graham wouldn’t mind.”

Karl pales. “Are you serious? I didn’t mean to suggest anything, Like I know you work from home and you need your office.”

“And you’ll be at school until three,” you say. “I’ll work then. C’mon, Karl. I don’t like knowing one of my friends has no place to stay.”

Karl bites his bottom lip and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll drive over after I check out of the motel.”

“Great!” You smile. “I’ll order pizza.”

"Graham, clean your room," you say, struggling to push your desk against your office wall. "We're going to have a guest for a few weeks."

"Mom," Graham whines, "They aren't going to look in my room."

You begin to take the cushions out of the spare couch to start setting up the pull-out bed. "Mr. Jacobs is coming over, Graham. Don't you want to show him your collections?"

Graham's brown eyes grow wide. "Mr. Jacobs? You didn't tell me he was coming!"

"He's going to be staying with us for a little bit, okay? So I need you to be on your best behavior."

“Can I show him my worms?” Graham asks, alluding to the compost bin in the small backyard of your townhouse.

“Yes,” you say, thankful that he isn’t putting up much of a fight toward cleaning. You’re also thankful he isn’t asking any questions, as Graham always seems to have a few at the top of his tongue.

Graham cleans up his room quickly. You know for a fact that he’s just shoved all of his toys under his bed, but it’s enough until the weekend, when you’ll have more time to help him organize.

The little guy hoards rocks like no one’s business. You curse the day Karl decided to teach the kids about geodes.

“Wanna help me make up Mr. Jacobs’s room?” You half-yell, while grabbing spare bedding out of your linen closet.

Graham’s little footsteps are head before he answers, and soon he’s at your hip with a quick, “He can have my Frozen pillowcase!”

You hesitate to tell Graham that his Frozen pillowcase is currently on one of your pillows, but just you can’t give your guest a dirty pillowcase. “That one is in the wash, Buddy. Why don’t we give him your Spider-Man one?”

“So he matches my pajamas!” Graham is easily pleased, and he even takes one of his stuffed bears to add to Karl’s made-up bed. (“So he doesn’t get scared at night.”)

By the time the pizza arrives, Karl is just behind, so you keep Graham busy with a slice of cheese and a glass of diet pepsi (only half of a can, and only because it’s a special occasion) while the two of you bring in Karl’s stuff.

He surprisingly didn’t bring much, and when you ask about it, he grimaces. “My studio is pretty small so a lot of my stuff was on the ground and got mildewed. Other stuff was in bins so I just left it there. I only need clothes and my lesson plans, anyway.”

“Well, here’s the desk and bed. It’s not much, but there’s a lock on the door in case Graham ever gets too inquisitive — bless him — and curtains so the stupidly bright sun won’t wake you too early.”

“Those both sound like personal experiences, Y/n,” Karl teases. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the bed. “Yo! Spider-Man?”

“Graham picked it out,” you say. “He also relinquished one of his bears to keep you safe in the middle of the night. His words, not mine.”

“He’s so cute,” Karl mentions offhandedly. The fondness in his tone takes you back a bit. Not because the phrase isn’t true, it’s just that most people find your son annoying before they find him endearing. The change of tone is nice.

“He is,” you say. “And he’s dying to show you his room after we eat dinner.”

Karl gives you that same lopsided smile he often had in high school. Part of your brain shifts to his personal life, and you wonder why Karl himself isn’t in a romantic relationship. Not that he has to be, but the both of you are getting older, and Karl has always been one to express a fondness for having his own family one day. Maybe he just hasn’t found the right person.

It isn’t until Graham is peacefully in bed — after a very chaotic reading of Goodnight Moon by yours truly, and an argument that Mr. Jacobs cannot, in fact, sleep in the same room as him — that you actually have a chance to show Karl around the house.

“Here’s the guest bathroom. Graham almost always uses the bathroom in my room because he likes looking at the big tub. He will beg you to play with him, but if you’re busy don’t feel guilty telling him no. He knows what no means and he’s good about playing by himself.”

Karl giggles. “Okay. I don’t mind playing with him, though.“

You show him around the kitchen, where you left little spaces for him in the pantry. You show him the garbage bags and the T.V. settings and the list of compostable ingredients. “And also, please come and go as you please. Like, I completely understand that you’re here temporarily and you aren’t a babysitter or anything like that. I don’t expect you to be in charge of Graham any time outside of school.”

Karl blinks. “But if you ever need time away, you can ask me. I don’t mind babysitting.”

“I know,” you smile. “But Graham is my kid. I don’t need time away from him.”

You’re lying. Karl knows it. You’ve been in this single parenting thing for five years and you aren’t about to reach out for help now.

“Anyways, if you have any questions just ring me or ask me,” you say. “I’ve got to get to bed. Goodnight.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

Karl thinks it’s sweet the way Graham insists on making his own breakfast.

You’re already up when Karl gets out of his (temporary) bedroom with his clothes tucked under his arm. You’re busy arguing with Graham. “You can’t fry your own omelette for the last time.”

Karl quirks an eyebrow at your exasperated face. You look stressed beyond belief, even though the day has just begun.

Karl tosses his clothes back in his room and walks into the kitchen. “Hey, Graham! Do you want to show me your rock collection?”

Graham spins on his sock-clad heels, eyes bright at the thought of seeing his teacher. “Mr. Jacobs! Yes! Let’s go!”

He grabs Karl’s hand with ease, leaving you room to finish making breakfast.

Graham’s room is fairly simple. The small wooden bed is covered in a green quilt, and beneath that, frozen-printed sheets that certainly don’t match. He has a tub of stuffed animals shoved against a small dresser.

Karl gets distracted by the framed picture on top of the dresser. It’s a picture of you and Graham’s father, a few months before you got pregnant. He’s smiling, and you’re holding up a peace sign. It makes Karl feel a bit sad, knowing that Graham’s dad never stayed around to see how wonderful he turned out to be.

Then again, a lot of people in your life left as soon as they found out. In high school, no one wants to be friends with a teenage mother.

Karl reckons that if he had a family like this, he’d never take them for granted.

Graham pulls out a gemstone. It’s a murky green one that Karl has let him take home from class. “Do you remember this, Mr. Jacobs?”

Karl grins. “Yeah, bud. Thanks for keeping it so safe for me.”

Graham beams. He grabs Karl’s hand and pulls him towards his dresser. “Can we match? I want to look like you.”

Karl feels his heart swell. He wants to smother the young boy in affection, but he doesn’t want to cross a line. He’s your friend, sure, but he’s also Graham’s teacher. He can’t coddle Graham more than the other children. He already has a godchild to coddle. “I’m wearing yellow today. Do you have any yellow clothes?”

“Let’s look!” Graham yanks open one of the drawers and begins pulling out the articles of clothing one by one. “No, no, no... Here!” He finds a pair of yellow overalls, folded amongst the mess he made. “I’ll wear these!”

“Let’s clean up first, okay?” Karl grabs the overalls. “So it’s clean when you come home from school.”

Graham, looking like the last thing he’d ever want to do is disappoint Karl, begins to pick up each shirt with obvious intent. He tries to fold them, and does a somewhat decent job, so much so that Karl leaves it, thinking you’ll find it endearing rather than annoying.

He really loves that about you. He likes your patience with Graham. You’re so young, and in reality, he squashed so many early dreams of yours. No matter your lot in life, you never blamed your child. Karl thinks that’s why Graham is so open, so adaptable, so endearing.

He helps Graham get dressed and leaves him in his room so that he, himself, can get ready.

When he emerges from his shower, hair wet and clothed in yellow, he smells something amazing.

He doesn’t want to intrude on your morning with Graham. He already feels too indebted to you already.

“Have an omelet,” you say. Wisps of hair cover your face. You place a plate down in front of him.

Graham is already eating his omelet, slowly, while flipping through a picture book. He sounds out words he recognizes, but stays silent the rest of the time.

Karl takes out his phone and scrolls through his instagram feed just as your own phone begins to ring.

“Shit,” you curse, and then immediately apologize to Graham. You press the red button and tap anxiously on the tabletop.

“Everything okay?” Karl asks.

You run your hands over your hair and let them rest on the back of your neck. “Yeah is just—“

The phone rings again, and this time you pick it up. “What do you want? ... Why would you tell me that? ... Why should I care? ... Please stop contacting me, okay? Goodbye.”

You slam the phone down and leave the room. Karl watches you disappear down the hallway, sniffling.

“Mommy is upset,” Graham says. He looks at Karl, lip quivering. “At me?”

“No, Buddy! Of course not!” Karl reaches over the table to ruffle Graham’s curls. “Never at you.”

“When we tore up paper, she was crying.” Graham fiddles with his book page.

Karl wonders why your ex’s actions are being brought up five years later. Last he heard, you had fully healed from the breakup long before Graham’s first birthday. But now he’s about to be six, and you're suddenly upset?

He’ll have to ask you about it soon.

“Are you ready to go to school, Buddy?”

“Yeah!”

You cradle your face in your hands and try to ease the tears back in. You’ll never get this article proofread and sent if you can’t see the keys.

The door opens, and Graham runs in just in time for you to finish wiping your eyes. “Hey, kiddo! How was school?”

“Mr. Jacobs let us finger paint!” Graham holds up his palm, covered in dried paint, and grins brightly. “Can I have gogurt?”

“Yeah bud. Why don’t you put something on the T.V.? You can have your snack in the living room today.”

“Yes!” Graham takes blueberry gogurt out of the fridge and — after getting you to tear it open — runs into the living room. Sneakers and backpack still on.

Karl trails behind, clutching a messenger bag to his chest. “What’s going on?”

You sigh and close the laptop. The manuscript will have to wait. “Ben called. About a week ago. His girlfriend is pregnant. Called me to tell me he wasn’t going to leave her— like that would heal what he did to me. Then he called this morning to tell me they’re engaged.” You burst into tears then, and you feel so pathetic for doing this in front of your old schoolmate, that you hide your face behind your palms and allow your shoulders to shake. “Why weren’t we enough? Why wasn’t I enough?”

Karl scoots one of the chairs in front of you and sits, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Hey. Look at me.” With gentle hands, he grabs your wrists and pulls them away from your face. “It is not your fault he left.”

“But it has to be me in some way,” you retort. “He must not have loved me. Something, because now he’s going to raise her child after he left mine. Graham deserves a dad.”

Karl places his forehead against yours. The two of you used to do it all the time in school, mostly with immature giggles in the spaces between, but now it’s heavy with intention. “Graham has not felt even a little bit unloved in your care. You are all he needs, okay? You’re amazing.”

You nod, head still pressed to Karl’s. “Yeah. Okay. Sorry for getting too emotional, there.”

“Be as emotional as you want,” Karl says. “I’ll be here to balance you out.”

Your heart stutters at the words, like maybe they mean something more than he’s letting on. Of course it’s stupid to think Karl Jacobs would ever even consider you, but just the knowledge that he cares makes your soul feel a little lighter.

“I’m a mess,” you stutter, bringing your fist up to wipe at your nose.

“Nah,” Karl grins. He runs the pad of his thumb across your cheek and grins. “You’re alright.”

“It’s snowing!” Graham wakes Karl up by jumping on his chest.

Karl sucks in a breath, winded at the sudden weight, and grabs the boy, lifting him off of his chest and onto the mattress. “Hey, Buddy. Let’s not jump on sleeping people, okay?”

“Okay,” Graham says. He’s already lost interest in Karl, now crawling off of the bed to open the blinds. “Come look at the snow!”

“I see!” Karl rubs his tired eyes and checks his watch. “We might have a snow day, Graham.”

“Yes!” Graham pumps his fist into the air. “Let’s go tell mom!”

You’re sitting on your bed, chewing on a red licorice rope and flipping through a fashion magazine. You look up when Karl and Graham enter.

Karl likes seeing you like this: the domesticity of seeing you in the morning, lazy and true. His chest sparks when he thinks this may be one of the only moments he can capture you like this, so he intends to commit the sight to memory.

“Did I hear snow day?” You grin at Karl, childlike wit in your own eyes — the same as your son’s.

“Looks like it.” Karl rolls up the sleeves of the sweater he slept in. “You want pancakes? I make some mean chocolate chip pancakes.”

You shift your gaze away from his arms and clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. Just let me get dressed and I’ll help—“

“No need,” Karl insists. “Enjoy your quiet time. Graham and I will make the most delicious pancakes you’ve ever tasted.”

“With lots of chocolate chips!” Graham shouts.

You give him a pointed look. “But not too many.”

Graham huffs. “But not too many,” he repeats.

Momentary splashes sound from your bathroom, followed by Graham screaming “It’s a dragon! Run for cover!”

Karl giggles from his place on the couch. He’s got mushroom-patterned socks on, and he’s tucked up into the cushions, nursing a can of Monster. “How does he still have so much energy?”

You sigh and pull your beanie down over your forehead. “You’d think a snow day would tire him out. Thanks for constantly carrying him up the hill, by the way. I know you’re a teacher, but sometimes I forget how good you are with kids.”

“I do have a godson,” Karl reminds you.

“But Tucker is a baby,” you say. You only know the baby’s name because of Karl’s constant snap stories about him.

“Most babies and kids want the same thing. Affection and attention.” Karl scoots over to the edge of the couch and pats the cushion.

You sit next to him. “I guess that’s true. You’re really good with Graham. He’s not this open to other adults.”

Karl is clearly blushing now; you can see his pink cheeks even in the light of the television. “He’s great in class, always helping the other kids.”

“He wants to impress you,” you say. You pop open a can of orange soda and take a sip. “He thinks you’re just the coolest guy.”

Karl laughs and shakes his head. “Didn’t you hear, Y/n? I’m handsome and cool.”

“Oh, of course,” you nudge his shin with our own sock-clad foot. “How could I forget? Mr. Ladies Man in high school.”

This makes Karl blush even harder, because he most certainly was not a ladies man in high school. In fact, he was a nerd in all senses of the word, part of the debate club with a few other boys. He had a few dates here and there, but nothing ever stuck.

“Shut up,” he mumbles. “My time is gonna come.”

“Hasn’t it already?” you ask before you can really process your own words. But of course he knows that he’s grown into his face, right?

Karl is positively handsome, eyes bright and lashes long. He’s so warm and comforting to you. He must be just as comforting to everyone else.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re handsome, Karl,” you say plainly.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you say. “Why would I lie?”

Karl opens his mouth, perhaps to call you out. To tell you you’ve been too honest, but he’s interrupted by your son.

“Mom! I’m ready to get out now!”

“I should go,” you say, still looking at his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says. His sweater has small spots on the shoulders where snow has fallen and since melted. He shivers.

“You should take a shower. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Chandler comes over the following Saturday night to hang out with Karl, and you’re surprised at how much he truly hasn’t changed since high school.

He’s still got infamously perfect eyebrows, and his voice is still monotonous despite its humor. “Nice place.” He raises his brows as he looks around.

“Who are you?” Graham is sitting at the kitchen table, watching Minecraft playthroughs (kid-friendly ones you’ve watched through yourself) on your phone to entertain himself while you clean.

“I’m Chandler, Karl’s friend.”

“This is Mr. Jacob’s friend from school,” you say, detailing your words so they’re easier for your son to digest.

Graham stares at him for a moment, not quite judging but not quite accepting either. “Okay. Do you want to see my rock collection?”

Chandler looks genuinely excited, and accepts before you can come up with an excuse for him. Graham tells Chandler to stay in the kitchen while he grabs all of his rocks.

“How have you been?” you ask the taller man. “Like, with the flooding and everything?”

“Well, I’m on a couch at Chris’, which is good since he doesn’t charge rent. But that means I’m near Tucker, and that baby has some lungs.”

You laugh. “I remember when Graham was a baby. I was so young, and my mom told me it was my responsibility to wake up and take care of him whenever he cried in the middle of the night. I was so pissed at her for making me do that, but those were some of the best nights to bond with him.” You realize you’re ranting and shake your head. “Whatever. Baby screams are loud as hell.”

“You can say that again. I’ve been talking to my friend Jimmy about taking his spare room and paying rent. I dunno how many more sleepless nights I can take.”

“Why would you need to pay rent if you’re just crashing?” You wipe down the kitchen table to keep yourself busy.

“Didn’t Karl tell you? Our landlord is in heaps of trouble because the pipes weren’t up to code and that’s why they busted. The damage is basically too expensive to fix, so we’ve got to find new places.”

You stop cleaning. “Karl didn’t tell me that.”

“Oh.” Chandler scratches his brow. “He probably didn’t want to worry you. He feels really bad that he’s stayed with you this long.”

“It’s only been a month or so,” you counter. “Besides, Karl’s a great housemate. He cleans and keeps Graham occupied. Plus, now I have someone to watch corny game shows with.”

Chandler grins. “Oh. Okay, I get it.”

“Get what?” Karl, finally out of the shower, steps into the kitchen and immediately tackles Chandler in an energized hug.

“Nothing!” Chandler’s voice cracks

You shoot Chandler a weird look, and change the subject. “Where are you guys going?”

“To play video games at Jimmy’s.” Karl says, and the thrill in his voice makes you think of high school. Of the debate team bus rounding the corner. Of you standing there, waiting to congratulate him with a big hug and a frosty from Wendy’s.

You miss it. “Have fun, okay? I’m probably going to tuck in as soon as Graham does, so just let yourself in.”

“You’re leaving?” Graham comes in, and his arms are filled with smooth and rough stones and gems he’s both found by himself and bought at random general stores while traveling.

“Not before I see your rocks!” Chandler says with so much enthusiasm, you think he’s telling the truth.

Graham giggles and drops the rocks onto the ground. Of course, he wants your guest to sit on the floor and count rocks. You’re almost embarrassed.

“ ‘ Okay, Y/n?” Karl laughs at your expression. Then he places his arm on your shoulder, thumbs the skin of your upper arm.

And once again, it’s high school. It’s senior year graduation and Karl is the only one who congratulates you. It’s his comforting touch, him coming over in the middle of the night after you texted him a picture of your first sonogram. It’s that same comforting touch. That little “I’m here,” and it melts you on the inside, leaves you in a shell of an eighteen girl again. Scared, and worried, and a little less alone.

“Yeah,” you manage. “I’m okay.”

The television plays Cartoon Network reruns on a low hum. Karl is curled up in a blanket, nursing a bottle of water and thinking over Chandler’s words.

You’ve liked her since high school, dude.

Which is a complete lie. Seriously, Karl didn’t have a crush on you in high school. He would know if he had a crush on his best friend. You’ve been his friend since freshman year, and that’s all you’ve ever been.

Now in college, it was different. In college, Karl was alone in a dorm with Chris, and you were one of the only people from high school he stayed in contact with. In college, he would bring you your favorite snacks and drinks, and other things you would forget to buy because you were a part-time student and a full-time mom. In college, you would pull all-nighters with him, working on your exams while Graham was asleep, then using energy drinks to get through the next day.

Karl even remembers the time your mom caught the three of you fast asleep on your rug, with unopened monster cans and an empty milk bottle beside you.

Throughout your entire pregnancy he was warned not to stay friends with the pregnant girl — it’d be too much for him, he wouldn’t want to become the new father, and all kinds of other stuff people would mumble to him when you weren’t around.

But you never expected him to be anything other than your friend. You never asked him for the help he gave — though you thanked him always — and you never once assumed he’d take the role of Graham’s dad.

And now… now he finds himself wishing you would.

“Mr. Jacobs?” Graham creeps up without him even realizing.

Karl jumps, sets his water — and thoughts — aside. “Hey, Bud. It’s really late. What are you doing up?”

Graham sniffs, and Karl realizes that the boy is crying. “I had a nightmare.”

Karl holds out his arms before he can think, and lets the five-year-old crawl into his lap. He wraps them both in his blanket and turns the television up just a little more. “Was it scary?”

“You left.” Graham says, voice less watery, like he doesn’t know the weight of his words. He’s focused on the rerun of Adventure Time that’s playing. He’s not even remotely interested in his nightmare now, with his tears dried up, and his eyes drooping back towards slumber.

“I’m going to leave one day,” Karl says, because he thinks it’s important that Graham knows.

“You should stay with me and Mom,” Graham says. He yawns. “We like you so much!”

Karl’s heart stutters. He tries not to think about it.

When Graham’s bed is empty the next morning, you freak out. He’s always in his room in the morning. Even if he wakes up before you, he stays in and plays with his toys.

You’ve already got your phone out, and your mother’s number called, when you walk into the living room.

Relief floods your system. Karl and Graham are asleep on the couch, snuggled up serenely like they didn’t just cause you to have a premature heart attack.

You hang up before the call to your mom can go through and stand there, watching the two boys sleep. Graham has both his arms wrapped around Karl’s forearm. It’s such a sweet picture that you take out your phone and snap one.

The flash is on.

Karl scrunches his nose and winces. “What the–”

“Sorry!” You whisper. “You both looked so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Karl smiles, still sleepy, and finally opens his eyes. He peers at you, stormy green under fluttering lashes and you’re almost intimidated into looking away. “He had a nightmare.”

“Oh?”

“About me leaving.”

“Oh.” You frown. “I’m really sorry about that. I keep telling him that you’re moving out soon, but I don’t think he fully understands.”

Graham stirs. You reach down and pick him up. Your knuckles brush across Karl’s warm, sweater-clad chest and you suddenly wish you could cuddle with him, too. You shake the thoughts away and focus on your drowsy son. “You’re staying at Grandma's for a few days, remember?”

Graham rubs his eyes and perks up. “And I’ll see her cat?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “But we’ve got to get you dressed because she’s coming in a few minutes.”

“Karl Jacobs!” Your mom’s voice embarrassingly rings through the apartment, and you realize Karl has taken it upon himself to open the door. “Y/n told me she had a temporary roommate but I never thought she would finally ask you!”

“Oh my gosh…” you mumble, buckling Graham’s overalls and hauling him up into your arms. “Mom! His apartment flooded so he’s staying here. Don’t be weird about it.”

“But he’s so handsome,” your mom coos. You’re concerned she might reach forward and pinch Karl’s already ruddy cheeks.

“Thanks,” Karl laughs. “But she’s right, I’m just squatting until I can find a new place.”

Your mom harrumphs. “Well, I don’t see why you can’t stay here forever. Y/n doesn’t even use that office room. And even if she did, the two of you could just share a room.”

“Mom!” You plunk Graham into her hands and grab his overnight bag. “You have to leave.”

“Did I say something wrong?” She sounds worried, but there’s an undisclosed mirth in her eyes that makes you think of your freshman year, when you did have a crush on Karl.

“You said everything wrong,” you say, kindly pushing her out. “Have a good time, Graham. I love you! As always, Mom, call if you need me to come get him.”

“Yeah, right!” She yells over her shoulder. Graham is already giggling, so you close the door with confidence.

You turn back to your roommate. “I’m sorry about that, Karl.”

“It’s fine.” He smiles, but it’s reserved. “But speaking of me finding a place… I know Chandler told you that I can’t go back to my own apartment. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s okay,” you say. You want to say “You can stay here as long as you want, and long as you’ll let me keep you,” but that would reveal too much, and you don’t want to lose the one good friend you have.

“And I was thinking I should move out soon anyway.” Karl pulls his sweater sleeves until they cover his hands. He’s hiding. He’s shielding himself the same way he did in junior year, when he got turned down by his crush to go to the prom. “I don’t think it’s good for Graham to get this attached to me if I’m just going to leave.”

“Oh,” Your sleeves are too short, but you want to shield yourself too. “Yeah, that’s… that’s probably a good idea.”

Karl stands there for a beat, like he’s waiting for you to say something more. Like he hasn’t just taken your heart and pushed it aside. Like this hurts a lot less than it actually does.

But any word out of your mouth would be tearful. It would be honest. It would ruin everything. “I’m going to go on a run.”

There’s a cricket outside that won’t stop chirping against your window. You blame it for your insomnia, choosing to ignore the anxiety of eventually losing Karl. It feels so horribly childish, since you’ll see him when you drop Graham off at school. And you’ll see him whenever the two of you go out for coffee on weekends.

But you won’t see him in the kitchen, reaching for the pancake mix so his shirt rises up and you can see the dimples in his back. You won’t see him humming along to the radio while he works on his lesson plans. You won’t feel his warmth when the two of you stay awake, nursing spiked lemonade and giggling at the commentary videos you find on YouTube.

He’ll just be Karl again. He won’t be home anymore.

Startled by the realization, you get out of your covers and rush to your door.

It opens before you can even reach for the doorknob, and there’s Karl in his pajamas, biting his lip and avoiding your eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you say, just as Karl confesses,

“I love you.”

You open your arms and he dives in, face pressed into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. Warmth envelopes you and the scent of pine fills your nose.

Karl is timeless. Youthful glory and childish pride. He’s a pinch on the side and a push on the swings. Like a rock that actually skips on the first try. Like shoes that you can slip on when they’re still tied. And he’s here, in your arms, squeezing you like you’re something valuable enough to lose. He’s confessing love like you aren’t the worst possible candidate for his heart.

“I can’t offer you much,” you start, but Karl bumps his forehead against yours, boyish and playful — football fields and bright red lockers and secret notes on bathroom walls.

“I’ve known you for years, Y/n,” Karl’s voice is a low rumble. Green grass eyes blinking at you like you’re something to second glance at. “I know what I’m getting into. I want you. I want Graham. I want everything this is, and everything we’ve been for the past month. I don’t want this to end.”

You close your eyes, because his are too honest. He’s open and vulnerable and gentle — a child on the first day of school, ready to make friends. You take a deep breath, try to remember what you were like on your first day. Rosy cheeks and shy glances. Knobby knees and a trusting heart. You reach out for whoever you once were — the Y/n with a heart open and willing to be loved. “I don’t want this to end either. I’m in love with you, Karl.”

His grin lights up your world in its entirety. Gold flecks in emerald green disappear as he smiles, too thrilled to keep his eyes open. And when he kisses you, warm lips against cold ones, you feel like a puzzle has just slotted into place.

It would only make sense that you would grow to love the boy you grew up with.

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