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queers-gambit · 1 year ago

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When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʀᴇꜱᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇꜰᴛ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ɢᴀʙᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ. ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ!

Yandere Rival, who is used to being second place in everything. It came with being Richard Shepherd's brother, even if the ass didn't even get to go to college, and it sure as fuck was a guarantee with having Raphael as his twin brother. But with Raphael gone, he thought: Hey! At least he'll be at the top now. They won't like him as much as they'd ever like Raphael, the thought would keep him up at night occasionally, but that’d be easy enough to get used to.

And that was the case for most of second year, where people respected him a bit more and stopped looking at him as just the stupid, brutish brother and now as the stupid, brutish, ‘King’ of the school. There were certainly other, more well liked people, but they didn't have the same control like Gabe did, simple as that.

Yandere Rival who is able to keep this status till the third year. What was meant to be his year, is now yours.

“Who even is this guy?” Gabe slams his food tray to the table with the force of the anger building beneath his skin, some of the fries jump off and land on the metal surface, “He's some new kid, and yet-”

Gabe is interrupted by the sound of laughter, he grips so tightly onto the side of the tray that he thinks that if he held it a bit tighter there'd be dents.

“Sam,” He takes a deep, shaky breath, “Tell me. Is it from his table?”

“Uh, I don't think you'd want to know..”

“Samuel Moss,” Gabe feels the anger inside him weaken from satisfaction when Sam flinches, “You don't want to test me right now. Tell me, right now.”

“..Yeah.”

Gabe strikes his fist against the table, the harsh sting only serving to piss him off further, “Damn it!” People stare, but he can't bring himself to give a single fuck. Besides, Luke is here to glare at them hard enough for them to look away.

“Apparently, this guy's from the city,” Sam explains, “They're all probably just fascinated ‘cause he's a city boy, they'll move after a week or two.”

Gabe is still staring at him. He's surrounded by people all around the lunch table, they're all laughing, smiling, having a real laugh.

Gabe digs his nails into the skin of his palm, ignoring the pain when he draws blood. The humiliation from earlier today during gym class is still there. He can't believe it. Bested in dodgeball by some kid from the city.

He recalls their brief conversation, and he can feel his face grow hot with anger.

“Like what you see?”

“What are you? Are you gay or something?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Maybe you shouldn't stare so much. You're sending the wrong message.”

“You'll be fine bro,” Luke claps him on the back, foolishly oblivious to the irritation in Gabe’s eyes when he whips his head around to scowl at him, “This [Name] guy, I bet he won ‘cause of dumb luck. I mean- he had that loser Todd on his team and that guy has absolutely zero hand-eye coordination.”

“You know the word coordination?” Sam paused, a single inch away from taking a full bite from his sandwich.

“Shut up, asshole,” Luke scoffed.

Gabriel tunes out their bickering, and focuses back on [Name].

He was like Raph in a sense. The two of them shared what seemed to be a natural finesse when it came to communicating and speaking with others, as well as an aura that attracted people to them like moths to a flame. But that was where the similarities ended.

From what Gabe saw earlier, [Name] was cunning, a bit more quick witted than Raph who, while he was pretty smart, was no match for [Name].

[Name] glances at him, and their eyes meet again like they did back in gym, and [Name]’s already present grin seems to widen.

He mouths something, it takes Gabriel a few moments to process what he said before turning red once more, and swiftly turning away.

You're staring.

Well, he was definitely not.

Yandere Rival who you clearly don't take seriously, at all. After all, why would you waste energy caring about some dude who was a bit too obsessed with you, when you were too busy with everything else going on in your life?

Yandere Rival who always felt like you were one-upping him on purpose. Oh, Gabe led the football team into winning against the school’s rivals? Well, [Name] was the MVP in a basketball match against the previous state champions.

Yandere Rival whose thoughts are consumed by you. You're just so infuriating! You're so cocky, arrogant, and stupidly handsome that it's distracting him even more. There's an unexpected side effect to this, which is Gabe pulling out his dusty sketchbook, and drawing you in various unfortunate situations just to try to vent his anger.

There's a drawing of you being burned alive. A drawing of you being eaten by crocodiles. A drawing of you getting hit by a semi-truck. A drawing of you… smiling after a match… based off a photo of you he cut out from the school paper… and pasted on his wall.

The last time Gabe put a pen to paper was before Tommy left. Tommy set him aside, and asked him to make him something he thought he couldn't draw.

Gabe did it, only because Tommy looked jittery, and when he showed it to Tommy, his older brother told him, “Well, see? You can draw it after all.”

Tommy took that drawing with him when he left, and Gabe never felt like using his sketchbook again after that.

Now he's the age Tommy was when he left them, and amidst his childhood art is the face of his most hated rival.

From the slant of [Name]’s nose, to the shape of his lips, to the very length of each individual eyelash, Gabe had somehow captured a scary amount of detail of [Name]’s visage.

He hates to admit it, but he has been staring at [Name]. But it's not his fault when [Name]’s appearance is just so naturally distracting.. He needed a way to get the image of him out of his head, and he believed that drawing would be a good way to just… eject the guy's face out of his mind.

So here he is, bent over his desk, sketching out every little piece of [Name] and breathing life into the images of him in pain. Gabe grips the pencil with a tense hand, and drags it across the paper to make the final few strokes… and then, he’s done.

The pen falls from his hand, and he looks at the image. It’s of [Name] in sportswear nursing a sprained wrist. A realization hits him and he scowls.

“Fuck, not again.” Gabe buries his head in his hands and groans. This was the fourth time. The fourth! The fourth time that he’s drawn [Name] from real life. [Name] had sprained his wrist because of an accident during practice and Gabe saw him outside the school infirmary in the same exact outfit with an icepack on his wrist.

His heart aches for a moment, and he curses once more.

No matter how much draws [Name] in pain, he doesn’t feel any better. Not one bit.

There is none of that satisfaction that he had gotten with Raphael. Although the night it happened, there was a hollowness that carved itself inside of him, there was also a side of him that was pleased at the sight of the dirt and blood beneath his fingernails. Proof that he’d done what he needed to. That he’d taken care of his problem like a man, and saw it through.

And while Gabe wasn’t the kind of guy to sit around and.. Ugh, ponder about his feelings, he did have to admit that it was weird hurting [Name] didn’t seem to sit as well with him as it did when he got to beat up whatever dickbag stood in his way.

If he couldn’t bring himself to use his fists, then maybe he could try to use his brain this time.

With a deep breath, Gabe picks up his pencil and starts to write.

How do I ruin [Name]?

Yandere Rival who tries many things. He makes vast, elaborate (not really) plans that he executes to varying degrees of success. Sometimes he plans to sabotage you during basketball practice. He tries to defame you through his ex who’s part of the school paper. One time he placed laxatives in your water bottle… except it was your teammate’s water bottle.

The only thing all plans had in common was that they all failed.

Honestly, he starts to lose hope. There's just so many schemes a guy can attempt to pull of before realizing that maybe he's not meant to be an ideas guy, and more of a physically assault and attack kind of guy.

But then…

Yandere Rival who, one day, he's coming out of the showers after practices and racking his brains trying to think of another plan, he hears the sound of your voice as soon as he steps foot into the parking lot. You're in Coach Jones’ car, a hole in the window from when the last year's seniors threw a rock at it, and you're unbuttoning his shirt. He's unzipping your jacket. And…

Yandere Rival who had to restrain himself from charging straight at the car, practically tear the door open, and drag Coach Jones out of the driver's seat and pound his face to an unrecognizable mess with his fist. That disgusting old geezer, Gabe knew something was up with him. And you…! You… Fuck. He's too pissed off to string together a single sentence that could describe what you were making him feel right now.

Yandere Rival who has shit grades, who can barely focus during class, and is as calm and as patient as a bull in a China shop. But he's not that stupid, okay? Because as much as the rage threatened to swallow him whole, it clicked in his head that he could use this, exploit this little vulnerability of yours.

[Name] was hooking up with the coach!

Yandere Rival who tucks himself into bed for the night, but can't sleep. Seriously, he can't get the sight of you in the coach's car out of his head and it's burrowing itself deep inside his mind. It bothers him more than it reasonably should. He didn't question it earlier because it was so shocking, but now that he's had the time to stop and think about it..

Why were you in the coach's car to begin with? Surely, if you were gay, you'd at least have the standards to fuck somebody that wasn't, you know, the sleazy coach. Somebody your age, with a better body, and who wasn't a huge pervert.

Yandere Rival who is so busy pondering why that he doesn't get any sleep, and he's occupied by it even when he's watching Sam and Luke beat up the little loser Marty Kaye and steal his camera. The question grows louder, echoing further when he's finally managed to catch you and the coach again. The leaves and branches inside the bush scratching at his letterman jacket, the camera light flashing red as he takes a picture of the two of you at the school parking lot late after school, nobody around except the athletes who are preoccupied with practice, the coach has his nasty lips on yours and he's pawing at you like a desperate animal. The entire time he ignores the way the front of his pants starts to tighten.

Yandere Rival who develops the pictures himself in the school's darkroom, and makes as many copies as he'll need. He makes ten, he takes one and keeps the rest in a shoebox beneath his bed marked with a simple ‘DO NOT OPEN’. Before he goes to bed one night however, he ends up taking one of the photos out of the box and as long as he didn't look at the coach... He would never admit it but you looked fuckin' hot.

When it's just the two of you alone in the locker room after gym class, he corners you after your shower and waves the picture in front of your face with a cocky smirk that grows as your eyes widen and your face grows ashen with dread.

[Name] tries to snatch the photo from him but Gabe dodges easily, stepping backwards and sticking it in his pants for good measure. An image pops in his head, a desperate [Name] tackling Gabe down to the floor and digging through his pants to get the picture. His hand brushing against his clothed crotch. The thought has his cheeks heating up for some reason.

“Fucking-” [Name] grits his teeth and his hand balls into a fist, “How'd you get that?”

Gabe hikes his pants up, hoping that [Name] can't see that he's blushing, “That doesn't really matter now does it? You should be less worried about how I got the picture, and more about what I'm gonna do with it.”

That shut [Name] up quite well, the other teen bites his lip before clicking his tongue. He crosses his arms, and has the nerve to let out a scoff, “Huh, okay. Tell me then,” He leans back against the tiled walls, “What's your great plan then? For your sake, I hope it works better than the previous ones.”

Gabe hates it, but in that moment he can't help but flinch, whatever gravitas surrounding him dissipated, “You knew-”

[Name] barked out a laugh, he throws his head back only for it to come down as he shakes his head and sighs, “I'm not an idiot like you. Jesus Christ, you couldn't be more obvious if you tried.”

The tip of Gabe's ears turned red. This was fucking embarassing, not only did each plan fail spectacularly, but [Name] knew, he didn't do anything to interfere in them, yet they still failed regardless.

“Whatever,” Gabe clears his throat and avoids making eye contact with [Name], who is now the one sporting an amused expression, “Anyways- Aren't you wondering what I'm gonna make you do?”

When Gabe was imagining how it would go down in his head, he envisioned [Name] panicked and visibly distressed. Practically sweating buckets as he rambled on about how he would do anything for Gabe, as long as he didn't reveal his secret.

So far he was getting what he didn't want. Apathy.

Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. [Name] didn't look bored, but he did look irritated, and Gabe was getting the inkling that this was the closest he'd get to an emotional outburst from him.

“Honestly, Shepherd, no offense but I just don't think you have the mental faculties to come up with anything that isn't extortion,” [Name] pauses for a moment, before his lips curl into a wicked grin, “You do know what the word extortion means, right?”

“I know what it means!” Gabe has to remind himself that he can't yell, so he settles for hissing out the words between gritted teeth.

[Name] laughs, “Ha, yeah… sure,” He smirks, “So… was I right?”

“...”

Honestly speaking, Gabe hasn't thought much about what he'd do. He was so caught up in figuring out how to use the camera, then how to develop the pictures, then making the copies… that he hasn't really stopped to think about what he'd actually do to [Name] when it came down to it.

[Name] could probably tell, since he rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” He adjusted the towel around his waist, but before he could actually take another step Gabe grabbed him by his arm.

“Hey, I didn't say you could leave-”

“Shepherd, unless you wanna see my dong, then I'd strongly suggest you let me put my clothes on.”

“Oh,” Gabe lets go of him. He can feel his own dong start to harden for some reason and he tries to will it to settle down, to no effect.

“Yeah,” [Name] snorts, he turns around before he can see Gabe's buddy perk up, as he leaves to go change he mutters under his breath, “That's what I thought..”

The sound of [Name]’s footsteps grow farther, Gabe can eventually hear him open his locker and the faint muffled sound of him digging around for his clothes.

Gabe slumps back against the wall. He glances at the clock on the wall.

12:11.

He'd have the entire lunch period to think of what to do with [Name], if he couldn't right now.

“Fuck,” Gabe mutters under his breath.

Why didn't he think of what to do last night?

His cheeks burn red.

Oh right.

He was doing… that.

Gabe drags his fingers across his hair the same way his mother used to when he was young. For some reason, it was always able to settle his mind. Perhaps it was the repetition of the sensation that calmed him.

Nonetheless, it got the job done. But now all that was left in his mind was the quiet and the quiet was making Gabriel tap his foot against the floor and rub his palms together restlessly.

“Oi, [L/N],” Gabe finally calls out in the silence, but when he gets no response he immediately straightens. He looks at the clock and curses.

12:18.

Gabe walks swiftly to the lockers, trying not to slip, and groans when [Name] isn't there.

He kicks a locker and ignores the sharp pain that follows.

“Bastard!”

Yandere Rival who confronts you after school, he waits for you outside the lockers after the basketball team’s practice ends and doesn't waste a moment before he drags you back to his own car; Heedless to your protests.

He's had the time to think, and he's decided on what he wants you to do.

“You're gonna be my henchman.”

“...What the hell are you on, Shepherd?”

Yandere Rival who uses you as what we would call a PR manager. You're a tool yes, but a valuable one.

Yandere Rival who only has what can be called a proud smile on his face when news spreads around school that Gabriel Shepherd and [Name] [L/N] were now ‘best of friends’. Meanwhile the expression on your face can only be described as ‘bitterly resigned to the fate of spending your senior year as Gabe’s fake best friend’.

Yandere Rival whose reputation grows significantly once he has you in his circle. You're practically his right hand man at this point, and you may as well be. You're certainly better at planning than he is, and you definitely have a better understanding of other people and what makes them tick.

You come up with many, and I mean many ideas about how he can make people like him more and honestly they work.

Yandere Rival who starts hosting more parties, using the large land that encompasses the non-farm part of his home when his dad is off on a business trip, and hosting parties at either Sam or Luke's when his dad is around. Never yours though, strangely enough. But forget about that. The parties. Oh lord, the parties. Good alcohol, good music, everybody who is anybody at the school is present, and really, you're the one to thank for how well they always go. It makes Gabriel more popular, yes, but it also increases your own popularity, which is an unfortunate side effect.

Yandere Rival who, for the sake of keeping up the facade that the two of you were the absolute bestest of friends, does his best to attend all your games. Heck, he even has Sam and Luke bring along a banner they made the artsy geeks make to support you and waves it around while practically bellowing out: “Go [Name]!” The entire time. Does he enjoy it? …Maybe. There's a small part of him that has fun going to these games and cheering you on. There's an even smaller part of him that he makes sure to ignore, a part of him that enjoys carrying out all your creative plans not just because they improve his standing, but also because… it's just fun doing them with you. Even if you’re an ass.

Yandere Rival who pulls off more wild things with you than merely throwing fun parties and sometimes pulling pranks on the teachers.

The weekend before the big football championship, you and Gabe, accompanied by Sam and Luke, take a trip to two towns away where the school’s biggest rival is located and by nightfall, the four of you break into the building to steal the school’s ‘lucky charm’: The Spirit stick.

The four of them had climbed over the chain link fence near the track field, Luke catched Sam and Gabe catched [Name]. The air was chilly, and the earth was soaked and muddy from the rain.

“Let’s go through under the benches, we don’t want to be tracking mud on the floor,” [Name] tugs the hood of his jacket further down his head.

“Alright,” Gabe places a hand over his eyes, clicking his tongue when droplets of rain manage to slip through.

They make their way to the double door leading inside the school, unfortunately there are chains around the handles of the door and a padlock holding them together.

“Shit,” Luke grunts, “What now?”

“Should we go back?” Sam turns to Gabe.

“Nah,” [Name] is already crouching, he pulls a jackknife out from his jacket, “I’ve got this.”

Luke snorts, “Ha. What are you gonna do? Cut the chains?”

[Name] stares at him blankly, only to pull out each individual part of the jackknife, exposing that it had a lockpick set inside.

“Ah…”

[Name] raises a single brow, completely unimpressed, “You were saying?”

“Whatever man, just get to it.”

Gabe has done many things since he’s become… ‘friends’ with [Name]. He drank alcohol, did a bit of weed, and snorted some coke. Hell, he nearly hit a deer when the two of them were driving them back from visiting [Name]’s dealer in the next town over.

Let’s just say that Gabe was a bit (just a bit!) distracted.

([Name]'s lips, plush and wet, parted slightly with a joint stuck in between, just a bit of tongue exposed between the gap)

But that was all small stuff. This? This was most definitely a crime. Not like he was going to complain. Nah, he had Sam for that.

“Dude, are you sure we should be doing this?” Sam’s eyes kept flashing back and forth, warily watching, waiting to see if anybody was around to catch them in the act.

“Aw, you scared Sammy?” Luke cackled, he was leaning against the wall, covering [Name] on his left, “You’ll be fine, your daddy’s the damn chief of police.”

“Fuck off Luke, don’t be a dick-”

“Shut it,” Gabe was covering [Name] from view on the right, you can say what you want about Gabe, but you can’t deny that he’s got a good glare, “Both of you.”

Luke rolls his eyes, yet concedes.

Sam lowers his head, “Sorry..”

[Name] glances at Gabe out of the corner of his eye, and Gabe can see there’s a small smile on his face. A silent thank you.

Gabe scoffs, but he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face.

The more time he spends with [Name] the more he finds that the guy isn’t as bad as he thought he was. Seriously, sometimes he forgets why he even hated [Name] so much. He was a good guy, all things considered, except for all the drugs, alcohol, and now this.

Nobody has done something like this for him before, not Sam or Luke, not even any of his brothers. It was strange knowing that somebody was willing to commit an actual crime for his sake. Gabe isn't even sure if they're friends, they shouldn't be, but it was hard to think that considering everything they've been doing together.

Gabe still can't forget what happened at the last party. Every time he blinked he would remember the sight of [Name] with his wet shirt sticking to his chest, absolutely drenched after diving into the pool on a dare. But that wasn't what mattered. Nah, it was what happened later. It was clear that [Name] was still a bit drunk, and when he went to get a towel, but took longer than he should've to come back Gabe…. got worried.

He thought [Name] slipped or something, and so he went to look for him, only to find the guy dozing off near the laundry machine below the cabinet the towels were in.

Gabe tried to wake him up, but instead through a series of events, he ended up bringing [Name] up to Sam's bedroom and tucking him in. He wasn't even allowed to go back downstairs because [Name] would stir and glare at him sleepily every time he even took another step towards the door.

It was annoying, but… it was good.

He felt needed.

Before he could think about it further, the lock opens with a click, and falls to the ground with a weak clang.

“You actually did it!” Sam gaped, “How the hell do you know this stuff?”

[Name] smirks, his chest puffed out, “A magician never tells his secrets. Now come on,” He removed the chains and then held the door open, he grinned and gestured for Gabe to enter, “Ladies first.”

Gabe glared, but merely rolled his eyes. There was no time to waste after all. However, before Gabe could enter Luke grabbed his shoulder.

“What is it?” Gabe huffed.

“Dude, our shoes are wet. Use the scraper mat first,” Luke points to it, and demonstrates by using it himself.

[Name] beams, “Smart. Nice job Luke.”

Luke chuckles, “What can I say? I try.”

Gabe rolls his eyes, “Wish you could try using your brain more during practice, maybe then we wouldn't be having to do this shit.”

Luke frowns, this was a sore spot for him, Gabe knew that, “Don't be a dick man.”

Gabe clicks his tongue, “Whatever.”

He ground his feet on the scraping mat instead of actually, you know, scraping, but it worked.

The familiar sensation of hot, stuffy anger burning at the center of his chest appeared but Gabe didn't know why. Usually he could pin down what triggered it, what triggered him, but right now he had not a single clue.

When all of them finished drying their shoes, Sam and [Name] even go so far as to squeeze the remaining water out of their clothes, Luke shuts the door behind them and Gabe takes out two flashlights he bought on one of their fuel stops.

He tosses one to Luke who catches it easily, and turns it on immediately. After a few failed attempts, Gabe smacks his own against his palm one more time before it finally turns on properly. The two beams of bright light illuminating the hallway and the surrounding lockers. Their walls were lined with green banners, festive posters, and small flags with the school’s name and mascot on it. All in the school colors. Probably the school celebrating their ‘certain victory’.

“Alright genius, where do we go now?” Gabe turns to [Name].

“Well…” [Name] claps his hand, “I guess we’ll find out together!”

Sam’s eyes practically bulged out of his sockets, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

[Name] simply pats Gabe on the shoulder, and before Gabe can do or say anything else, he takes the flashlight from Gabe’s fingers with the deftness of a practiced pickpocket, and walks further down the hall and deeper into the school, barely making any noise.

“He’s not serious is he?” Sam glances at Luke.

“Don’t look at me man,” Luke shrugs, “Let’s get going before he leaves us behind.”

The three of them catch up to [Name], though it is only Gabe who matches his pace. The two of them walk beside each other, [Name] flashing the light around, still searching for the Spirit Stick, [Gabe] on the other hand is sticking close to [Name] and not thinking about much else. Really, the only thing on his mind right now is how nice it is to be around the warmth that was radiating off of [Name], how comfortable it felt to just be beside him.

“So…” [Name] breaks the silence, his voice is low enough that it was clear to Gabe that the conversation was not meant for the four of them, but just for them, [Name] and Gabe, “Are you mad?”

Gabe’s brow furrows, “Huh?”

“Don’t act like you aren’t,” There’s a trace of a grin on [Name]’s face, but Gabe has come to understand that grinning is merely a reflex for [Name] at this point.

“Why would I be?” Gabe whispers back.

[Name] opens his mouth but before he could speak Luke speaks up in a volume that Gabe never heard him speak in before, “Pst, guys! How about we split up?

[Name] looks like he’s about to protest, but Gabe cuts him off, “Alright, let’s meet up here in… twenty minutes?” The four of them were standing at a crossroads, south led the way they came, north was further down to where Gabe assumed the cafeteria would be, and then there was the west and east which Gabe assumed would be where the classrooms were.

“Yeah, that should be good,” Sam nods, “Luke and I will take west, you guys take east?”

“Hey wait-”

“Sure,” Gabe grabs [Name] by his arm and is already dragging him along despite [Name]’s protests, “Let’s investigate the north side if we don’t find the spirit stick.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Luke playfully salutes him with a goofy grin on his face, before giving them a wave goodbye as he and Sam went down their own hall.

Gabe and [Name] got farther down the hall before [Name] shook Gabe’s hold off of him with a very heated glare.

“Gabriel,” [Name] hisses, “Why did you do that?”

Gabe shrugs, “I don’t want those two idiots overhearing our conversation.”

That was a lie, a big boldfaced lie. Gabe would rather die than admit it, but he felt like Sam and Luke were sort of like… third wheels. Guh. He wished there was a better way to describe it, but Gabe’s limited vocabulary left him with only that term. Additionally, he didn’t like how buddy buddy Luke was getting with [Name].

They weren’t meant to be friends. Really, Gabe, Sam, and Luke shouldn’t even be doing this with [Name] at all. Period. But at least Gabe had an excuse, he had an image to maintain. What reason did Luke have? That’s right. Nothing. The oaf was better off sticking with the other oaf.

[Name] rolls his eyes, he focuses the flashlight straight ahead and starts walking, “Why are you such a dick to those two guys?” He glances at Gabe, who was steadily keeping pace with him, “I thought you guys were friends.”

Gabe chuckles, and for the first time he got to see a confused expression on [Name]’s face.

“Oh, you're not joking,” Gabe halts, “Well… we're not. They stick around because I'm the only popular guy they can actually tolerate.”

And not to mention what happened with Raph. But well, that was just one of the… more important factors. Still, at the end of the day it was just one of the bullet points on the list of reasons why it was good for them to hang out with Gabe.

“Dang.”

“Cat got your tongue [Name]?”

[Name] shrugs, he peeks around the corner and flashes his light down the hall, “Tsk, still nothing…”

Gabe sighs, he doesn’t appreciate the sudden change of subject much, but fine. He can admit when there were more pressing matters to attend to. The longer he stayed inside the school the more he got creeped out. Since he was young Gabe had a fear of the dark that got better as he grew older, but as the two of them continued to walk down the dark halls, lined with metal lockers, and decorated to show school pride, the more Gabe felt like something was staring at him.

“What’s the Spirit stick even look like?” Gabe doesn’t want to, but he squints into the darkness anyway.

[Name] glances at him from the corner of his eye, and the half of his face that Gabe can see in the barely illuminated darkness is giving him a very deadpan look, “Your girlfriend literally carries the damn Spirit stick for the pep rallies.”

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend,” Gabe glares at him, “We just fucked once.”

[Name] smirks, “Not yet at least. A little birdie told me that she really likes you-”

“[Name],” Gabe stops walking, and stares [Name] down with an expression that, based off [Name]’s flinch and sudden folding in on himself, does exactly what he intends it to, “She’s not. My. Fucking. Girlfriend.”

He didn’t like to think of her. Not that the sex was bad, really it was decent. Mediocre at worst. Nah, what made it hard to think of her was the memories of what he had to do to win a place beside her in bed. He still can’t look her brother in the eyes sometimes.

Besides, he didn’t want to talk about her. Not in front of [Name]. For some reason, him talking about Gabe’s sexual escapades just… made him feel weird, when he’d usually be raring to boast about it.

[Name] rolled his eyes, but his shoulders were noticeably more tense and his grip on the flashlight seemed to grow tighter, “Fine. Whatever. Sorry, I guess.”

The rest of the walk was spent in utter silence, broken only by Gabe’s occasional request to you to flash the light in a specific direction, before once more being enveloped by the heavy blanket of an awkward silence.

Eventually the two of you did find the spirit stick. Near the school trophies, right outside the principal’s office, encased inside a glass box, that was unfortunately locked. However, Gabe had you, and you had already displayed an unusual prowess at picking locks and this was no less easy. The two of you meet up with Sam and Luke at the agreed upon time and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

Yandere Rival who, when he gets home, can’t sleep. Seriously. The earlier conversation was still playing in his mind and he just… God, he was so stupid! Why’d he have to snap at you? You were just teasing him like you usually did. Why did this bother him so much? It shouldn’t. Yet it did and- Grah.

Gabe spends the night tossing and turning in his bed, his mind is restless as the image of [Name]'s hurt expression plays itself over and over. Each time he closes his eyes, he sees him; lips pulled down into a frown, his brows knit in a pitiful expression that has seared itself into his brain like an unwanted tattoo.

He grabs his pillow and buries his face into it and groans.

"I'm such a dumbass," Gabe mutters.

Gabe closes his eyes and tries once more to go to sleep, but when five minutes pass and his mind is showing no sign of settling, he kicks off the blanket, and gets off his bed. He makes sure to keep his footsteps light so nobody can hear him moving around at- Gabe glances at his clock- two in the morning.

He opens his drawer slowly, and pulls out his sketchbook. Flipping through the pages of his childish drawings and his sketches of the man that's keeping him awake, he pauses when he catches sight of his barely legible scrawl.

HOW TO RUIN [NAME]

Gabe can't help but scoff. Technically he did succeed. He had [Name] under his thumb after all, didn't he? But it was undeniable that [Name] was far from ruined, if anything he seemed to be doing even better than before.

He's about to go to another page, when his eyes land on a drawing of [Name] smiling wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Gabe remembers the reference he had for it. He didn't do a live sketch, no, it was all just his memory.

[Name] was hanging out with his friends, carefree and genuinely happy, and Gabe just so happened to be driving by the town's community basketball court where they were playing a game. He simply glanced outside the window, doing a bit of people watching since the road was clear, and the sight of [Name] had him rolling his eyes and he was about to turn away, but then he smiled and he was taken aback by it's brightness.

So taken aback that he stopped driving altogether and was now in the middle of the road, straight up staring at [Name]. He was snapped out of it when a car behind him honked and the driver was waving his fist at him angrily.

Gabe chuckles, it was funny now in retrospect, but it wasn't so funny that it distracted him from how embarrassing the situation still was. He takes a deep breath and exhales, feeling the air release itself in how the tension in his shoulders seem to lessen.

An idea pops into his head as his gaze continues to rest on the drawing. Gabe chews on his bottom lip as he thinks about it, before finally opening his drawer and taking out a pencil. He turns on the table lamp, and guides the pen on the paper to draw the look that's been keeping him awake.

Gabe wonders what [Name] means to him at this point. He didn't hate him anymore, at most he felt a bit irritated when [Name] would tease him. He liked him, but not in the way that he thinks a friend should like a friend. His version of like is a little crackling fireplace in his heart that's keeping it warm. He doesn't know if it's normal, if that's what being friends with somebody felt like for everybody else.

But [Name] wasn't everybody else.

Maybe this was just a special kind of like that only Gabe could feel, and he thinks he's fine with that.

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mintkookiess · 1 year ago

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It's just practice!

How about practicing confessing with your best friend? Wonder how that turns out ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ"

Hehe enjoy!

Love,

Mint

Summary: You decided to practice confessing to someone with your bestie Miles... except he's actually the one you wanted to confess to, but he didn't need to know that.

Tags: Miles Morales x reader, confessions, fluff, HUGSSS

Word count: 1.4k

"I'm sorry... what?!" Miles exclaimed with a look of horror on his face. You were both chilling by his dorm during lunch break. Ganke had classes so it was just the two of you. Your lips carried a tiny pout as you slap his leg as a way of pleading. "Come on, I just want to practice confessing to someone."

The poor boy had cheeks so red you'd think he was a strawberry. It didn't help that he had freckles. "Why do you gotta practice on me? Go talk to a wall or something." You rolled your eyes in annoyance, "Just let me talk, then tell me how it is okay? You don't even have to say anything, just listen."

Miles sighed, finally giving in. He removed his headphones, letting them sit by his neck. His brown eyes looked at you while he also had a pout that mirrored yours. "Fine."

The two of you then sat on his bed with crossed legs, facing each other. Your heart slowly started to bang against your chest, as if it wants to just jump out of your body.

I mean, who in the right fucking mind would practice confessing on someone, and that someone is the someone you actually wanted to confess to for real.

Your mind is just flabbergasted at what you’re trying to pull here. For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence between you two and you just wished he’d say something.

But stupid you told him to just shut up and listen to you “confess”, right?

So look who’s quiet now.

Your fingers were laced with each other like a braid as your thumbs mindlessly fiddled together. Miles just stared at you cautiously, waiting for you to say something, anything.

It was always never quiet between the two of you, so it’s quite unusual that neither of you were speaking.

And who’s fault is that?

This is so fucking stupid.

You swore that you’d take your feelings for Miles to the grave because you were so convinced that he was way out of your league. I mean, he was Spiderman always out there saving the city, but you were just a normal person, going through life like everybody else. Except for the fact that you’re Spiderman’s best friend.

Okay, maybe you were a bit more special than the rest.

But definitely not the smartest.

Sweat started to decorate your forehead like you just had a one hour full blown workout, your thigh slightly shaking in nervousness. You realize this though, making you slap your thigh with your hand. The loud smack made you both jolt in surprise.

“Well come on go on with it.” Miles urged, almost whined even. His face was getting redder by the minute, his almost faded freckles seemed to stand out even more that you could practically count them if you looked.

Holy shit I did not think this through.

“Okay okay um,” You started. Your eyes trailed sideways to his desk, feeling all your nerves quaking underneath your skin.

Oh my god I can’t do this.

”I actually… Have something in my mind that’s been bothering me for a while now.” You mumbled. You were trying so hard to distract yourself while looking at his desk, like counting how many colored pens were there, or how many erasers did this dude actually have.

Too many apparently.

Who the fuck needs that much erasers?!

“I— think you should be looking at the person you’re confessing to so it seems uh… genuine you know?” Miles said, trying to alleviate the awkward ass tension in the room.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of it, before staring right back at him. “Right sorry sorry.” You laughed, before running your fingers through your hair.

Let’s take this more seriously.

Besides, he’d never know… right?

You exhaled deeply, “Anyways, I… actually like you.”

“I’ve liked you for a while now, and I knew I just had to tell you just so I could get it off my chest. Moreover, I just didn’t want to ruin what we’ve got, and I didn’t wish for this to happen. But unfortunately, I’ve come to fall for you.” Your eyes stayed on his the entire time, and every sentence was like a blow on Miles’ heart. But you did say that he had to listen to this practice confession of yours.

He just couldn’t help but feel sad at the fact that you were practicing the whole confession thing and not actually being genuine about your words.

But holy fuck he wished you were directing it towards him.

His mind was getting a bit fuzzy at the thought of you saying these exact words to him. Miles has quite an active imagination, and he just suddenly sees the two of you sitting in some romantic spot like a park or a rooftop with a perfect view of the sunset.

Wait stop it Miles... You have to focus.

"—and I'm just hoping you feel the same way." You finished. You let out the breath you didn't you know you were holding as you surveyed Miles for feedback.

"So? Did that seem natural or? Was it too sappy or does it need like a joke in between or something?"

Miles stared right back at you for a hot second before snapping back to reality. "Oh... right, right yes. It was um... great yeah." He nodded mindlessly before the two of you fell back into the same awkward silence.

You groaned loudly, your head falling into your hands as you rubbed your face violently in frustration. Maybe you should just tell him? Honestly all you gotta do is say—

"It's actually not a practice." You found yourself blurting out while your hands were still covering your face. Since your voice was a bit muffled, Miles scrunched his eyebrows together at you. "What?"

You sighed, removing your hands slowly to reveal your insanely flushed cheeks which not gonna lie made Miles' heart skip a beat like some corny ass romance movie.

"It's... actually not a practice." You repeated, hanging your head low while your eyes were staring up at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your words.

Miles was a bit um... out of it from all the shit you just said and he was still trying to process that you were just practicing. So when you said those words, he gasped loudly, suddenly sitting up straight that his head bumped the bunk bed above him.

"Oh crap!" He exclaimed, placing a hand over the area that got hit as he crouched down. You jumped in surprise, taken aback by what just happened. "Miles! Oh my god are you okay?"

You were quick to place your hands on his hair, not exactly knowing what you could do in that situation, but at least you were trying, no?

"Can—Can you say that again?" He stuttered, still trying to massage his head. Miles was kinda thankful that his torso was laying on the bed so you couldn't see his face. "It um... I wasn't practicing actually, I genuinely like you Miles." You mumbled, now caressing his hair.

He slowly sat up, and you saw how there were actual tears running down his eyes, making your eyes widen in shock. "Miles?! Why are you crying! Did you hit your head that hard? Does it hurt? Are you going to have a concussion? What—"

You were interrupted though when Miles suddenly lunged at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I-I like you too." He whispered. Now it was your turn to freeze, mind going blank as you try to process and see if you actually heard him right.

"You... like me too?" You whispered back, gently wrapping your arms around him as well to return the hug. You felt him nod against your shoulder, which made your breath hitch.

"He likes me too..."

Miles laughed as he pulled back. His hands went up to caress your cheeks before he rested his lips on your forehead. "Yeah, and just so you know, that wasn't a practice either."

"What?"

"Just making sure you know. Like, I wasn't practicing accepting your feelings or telling you that I like you too right? You got that, right? I mean it would be awkward if you thought I was playing along and practicing and—"

"Miles shut up I get it."

Fin.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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What if one Monday after a weekend of crying over her bully!Eddie, he tells her she looks like shit and like she hasn't slept in days and she can't help but tear up so he silently vows to take care of her, and he'd force her to sit on his lap and sleep during lunch and little things like that. He'd leer at anyone who so much as looked her way, he needed her to have a peaceful day. He'd call her his little crybaby and make her give him little kisses as thankyous for taking care of her but she doesn't care, it's better than him pushing her around and smacking her ass in front of anyone who happens to be around.

What Eddie didn't realise is in this constant change of behaviour, he'd conditioned her to need him whenever she's overtired or sad. She'd start calling him in the middle of the night asking for him to come over and help her sleep. He never wanted to- he wanted to tell her no, call her mean names and put her back in her place but he couldn't bring himself to let her down. Every time he would rush to her house, climb through her window and fuss/kiss her until she was so relaxed and cosy she drifted off. He was never there when she woke up but there'd always be a thanku nudey polaroid or magazine in his locker or car as a thankyou for taking care of her

-🐱, sorry if this one is a lil weird- my meds have sent my lil horny goblin brain into mushy gushy subspace, I wanna be babied by a meanie lmao

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

i'll write the second part as a part 2!! it's very cute but i couldn't fit it all in one blurb </3

cw // bully!eddie. nothing terrible, he doesn't ever hurt her or anything, he's just annoying as fuck - don't like don't read

Eddie's grip on your wrist hasn't loosened since you'd walked out of class. Typically, he pushes you around, catching you before you trip and teasing you for being so off-balance. Today, though, he drags you through the doors of the cafeteria, and your stomach drops. Is he going to humiliate you in front of the entire room? Is he going to dump milk over your head, soak your shirt so that it's stuck to your figure? Is he going to shove your face in a plate of mashed potatoes and show you off to the crowd? Is he going to force you to eat something he steps on? Is he going to-

You're sitting in his lap. He's plopped down on a bench, yanking you down by one arm so that you land on his thighs. He has you facing him, your chest pushed up against his as you stare bewilderedly at him.

"Lay down," He demands, pushing his hand against the back of your head so that your face is forced over his shoulder, "You're tired. You look like shit, honey."

Your eyes fill with tears from where you're struggling to fight his grip, and he scoffs.

"Not a bad thing, crybaby. I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. Y'look like you haven't slept for days," He lets the back of your head go, thumbing roughly at the bags under your eyes, "I won't kick you while you're down. That's not really my thing. Just take a nap, get your sleep, so I can go back to messing with you."

Without another word he's pushing again at the back of your head, and you let his words sink in while you rest on his shoulder. You shouldn't let him keep you here like this. You should insist on studying in the library, or some other place he wouldn't dare enter. But he's warm, his shirt is soft, and though the smell of weed makes your nose wrinkle, there's musk beneath it that makes your tummy twist. His hand settles on your thighs, just below the hemline of your skirt, and rubs up underneath it, brushing the globes of your ass where they meet your thighs. You shiver, tucking your face into his neck so that you can drown out the noise of the lunchroom.

He gets strange looks when you finally doze off. Jeff sends him a glance that's far from friendly, nose wrinkled in judgement, disgust, and probably a little jealousy. He makes the decision to chuck an apple slice at him instead of an entire apple, which he's sure the man appreciates. Mike takes note of this, and schools his expression to be neutral, as he avoids asking about you like the rest of them.

When the school bell rings you don't wake, instead still lightly snoring against his neck. He thinks he can feel drool there too, and he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't stiffen his cock.

"Hey," He taps at your side, one hand still flush to your ass, "Come on, honey. Time to wake up, nap's over."

Your eyes flutter open, he can feel the lashes against his skin.

"You feeling any better?" He asks as you straighten from his lap, your hands braced against his chest for stability as everyone vacates the room, on their way to their next class.

"You're looking a bit better," He muses, not waiting for an answer. He once again rubs a thumb over the bags under your eyes, but then his fingers slip down to grip your chin. He pulls your face down, ignoring the way your hands tighten in his shirt in alarm.

"Eddie, what-"

"You owe me a thank you," He speaks only centimeters away from your lips, "I didn't have to be this nice to you, y'know. I could have flipped your skirt up like I always do."

You sniffle once, nodding as much as you can while he holds your face to his.

"Well?" His eyebrows raise, "I'm waiting."

"Thank you, Eddie." You mumble, the tip of your nose brushing his own, "I appreciate it."

He scoffs, "Not what I meant," And kisses you firmly. There's no pulling back, not when his fingers are hooked around your chin and tugging you impossibly closer. He backs away after only a moment, leaning back expectantly.

"Your turn," He explains, "Say thank you, crybaby."

Your hands inch up his chest as you lean in, lips parted to capture his lower one in between them. You feel him squeeze at the fleshy curve of your ass when you do, and there's a devilish glint in his eyes when you pull away.

"That's not gonna cut it, honey." He laughs, and then he's moving back for more. You're not sure how many times he does it, relentlessly jamming his lips to yours, but you're not sure you can stand up straight when he finally gets his fill.

"It's less than I want, but it'll do." He decides, patting the bare skin of your ass, now aching from where he'd kneaded it, "You'd better get to class now, honey. Don't be late, or I won't be this nice to you again."

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 1 year ago

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BITE

(including this fantastic art from @this-is-z-art-blog )

Danny decided very quickly that he really, really did not like the new kid.

Kade Johnson (“That’s such a white boy name,” Tucker had said, eyes rolling) had started in the middle of November. A senior with blonde hair and blue eyes that rivaled Dash’s good looks. Smart and athletic. A model student. Charismatic. Friendly. Off.

“He’s just sort of… weird,” Danny had told Sam over lunch.

She had glanced at the senior in question, varsity jacket slung over his shoulder, laughing with the rest of the basketball team. “Yeah, Danny. He’s a popular kid who’s going to peak in high school.”

Danny shook his head. “It’s more than that.”

“Danny, I promise it’s not,” Sam replied. “Unless he’s, y’know…” she wiggled her fingers at him, flinging a bit of pizza sauce his way, “ghostly?”

“No. He’s normal,” Danny sighed. Sam raised an eyebrow at him. Danny rolled his eyes. “He’s human, I mean.”

Tucker dumped an armful of vending machine snacks on their lunch table, settling in next to Danny. “He’s telling you about his conspiracies too?”

“They’re not-“

“Yeah, new kid’s evil and out to get us,” Sam replied.

Danny grabbed the Ruffles and ate them as petulantly as he could, glaring at his two dearest friends in the world. “He’s weird,” Danny insisted weakly, glancing over at the senior again.

Clear blue eyes stared back at him, alive and bright. Unsettling. Kade grinned at him, showing off too-white teeth. Danny thought he might puke.

Behavior

It had been nearly three weeks since Danny was able to sit at his seat. He didn’t even realize it was his seat until fucking Kade was there with impeccably clear skin and the vague hint of cologne hanging around him. Khakis (who wore nice pants to high school?) and a polo and his Varsity letter jacket. And Danny knew why he, a freshman, was in the Junior-level physics class - because he was fucking smart - but that didn’t explain why Kade, a senior, was in the Junior-level physics class - because Danny knew that Kade was also fucking smart. It was the only thing Jazz could talk about anymore.

And Danny was stuck staring at the back of Kade’s stupid head. Because Star had just given Danny’s seat away. Like “Lab Partners for Life” meant nothing to her. Every day Kade came in and sat down next to her and gave her a big grin. And Star gazed up at him adoringly and said “What do you think of my outfit today, Kade?” And Kade said “You look great, why don’t you sit next to me at lunch today?” Or “I don’t think that style suits you very well, sorry Star.” Or something equally weird and unrelated to physics. And Danny couldn’t see the whiteboard.

Danny had tried telling Tucker that Kade was weird. Tucker had put Danny’s cheeks between his hands and said “Hey, man. You can tell me if you’re gay. It’s okay.” And Danny said “You’re an ass, Tuck,” because Danny had already come out to him three years ago.

Danny had tried telling Sam. She’d said, “At least he’s gotten Dash to stop wearing those stupid ripped jeans. The khakis and polos are an improvement.” Which was true - all the A-listers wore exactly what Kade wanted them to. They probably shopped together.

At lunch Kade sat with the A-Listers of every grade. They all ate what he ate and sat where he asked them to. They all wore stupid matching friendship bracelets that were too bright. The charms hurt Danny’s eyes whenever they caught the light right, and they caught the light right all the time.

Danny hated that guy.

Information

Danny was always a little bit prepared for an attack during school. After it had happened so many times already, it would be foolish not to keep a Thermos in his bag and be on edge all of the damn time. But it had been less frequent lately. All the ghosts seemed to be quieting down. It was suspicious, but Danny had been trying to take advantage of the sleep while he could. Growing boy and all that. Unfortunately, dull headaches throbbed in his head and his nights were frustratingly sleepless.

So it follows naturally that Skulker shows up while Danny is nearly asleep in English. He isn’t even fully awake when he transforms in the bathroom, Thermos in hand and backpack discarded in the corner.

He manages to be wide awake when he makes it onto the football field and finds Skulker staring down Kwan, who - to his credit - is staring right back. Danny’s able to get a good shot in while Skulker is distracted, and the following fight is short and sweet and incredibly routine. Danny touches down next to Kwan once it’s over. “Hey, man. You’re supposed to run away from ghosts.”

Kwan grins at him, bright and full of teeth. “It’s fine, Phantom! See, I’ve got this!” He held up his wrist and Danny winced as the sun caught the charm just right and blinded him. Kwan sheepishly put his arm back down. “Sorry. It’s an anti-ghost charm.”

“It’s a what,” Danny said flatly, reaching for Kwan’s wrist again. He braced himself for the brightness, and squinted to examine the bracelet.

“An anti-ghost charm!” Kwan repeated. “See, there’s a new student - his name is Kade - and he’s a genius. He knows all about ghosts. The charm is a little locket, see, and inside is special ingredients.”

“What ingredients?” Danny asked, trying to open the container.

Kwan kicked at the dirt. “Well, I’m not really supposed to ask… I don’t know,” he admitted. “But Kade says if I keep doing well, I can learn one day! Kade’s great.”

Danny grunted, finally wiggling the locket open. “Is that hair?” he asked, pulling a little knot of it out. It looked just like the clumps of Jazz’s hair that he found on his laundry - definitely human hair. And a small pin, and a little thorn that pricked Danny’s finger. “What the fuck,” Danny breathed, shaking his hand out. He glanced up at Kwan, who looked devastated that Danny had opened the locket.

“Kade will be upset that I opened it,” Kwan said quietly, as though confiding a great secret. “I might not get to sit at the table during lunch.” Danny did his best not to roll his eyes. “He says they lose their magic when you open them.”

“Why?” Danny asked, shoving the items back into the container and shutting the clasp. “It’s just some garbage - it doesn’t even do anything.”

“Yes it does,” Kwan insisted, suddenly loud again. Danny dropped his hand. “Kade says so. He knows all about ghosts.”

“I am a ghost,” Danny reminded him.

“Ghosts are liars. Kade says a ghost will tell you anything you want to hear to get what they want.” He took a step back. “You could be lying right now. Maybe you aren’t even saving us from the ghosts, like Kade says. I shouldn’t even be talking to you. What if someone sees?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Kade can save you next time Skulker comes around if he’s so great.” He left before he could hear Kwan’s response.

Thought

Danny is only a little pleased to be paired with Paulina for English today. Sure, she’s a bit unbearable to be around, but she’s pretty, so it evens out. The sickly sweet smell of her perfume worsens his headache, but at least she isn’t wearing one of those damn charms.

She gives him a disinterested glance as he sits next to her, worksheet in hand. He tries not to be that offended. And then he is offended, he decides, because she’s got a picture of Kade sticking out of her notebook.

“Did you do yesterday’s reading?” Danny asked. He knew the answer.

“No, I was busy at Kade’s house,” Paulina replied, looking at him as though he was stupid for thinking she’d do her homework. “I’m in the inner circle.”

“So… the worksheet?” Danny said, hoping to redirect the conversation. “Lancer’s usually willing to fail us for not finishing before ghosts attack.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe. Kade knows how to keep ghosts away. He knows everything. He’s protected the school so well!”

“I thought Phantom was protecting the school,” Danny said through gritted teeth.

Paulina tut-tutted at him. “No. Phantom is a ghost. Ghosts are evil,” she says, as though he is a child. “Kade tells us how to protect ourselves from ghosts. My perfume is ghost-repellant. And I do all of my meditations so that they can’t take over my mind. If you asked, Kade could help you too,” she added sweetly. “Your parents clearly don’t know anything about ghosts. Not like Kade.”

Danny recognized the insult for what it was, but Paulina also sounded genuine. She believed this nonsense. “Paulina, none of that works.” The perfume smelled bad, but it wasn’t repelling him. “How has he proven any of that works?”

“Um, it obviously works,” she replied. “Ghosts haven’t attacked the school in weeks, and even the attacks in town are stopping. That’s because of us. Kade is showing us how to protect the town, and soon… well, we won’t need Phantom ever again.”

She had a point. Ghost attacks were way down. Danny still felt like shit all the time, but at least he hadn’t needed to be doing vigilante business as well - he just thought he was finally winning. That after enough fights they’d stopped coming back. It made more sense than Paulina stopping the attacks, at least. “Paulina, Kade doesn’t have that kind of power. He’s just a guy.”

Paulina’s hand shot in the air. “Mr. Lancer, can I work by myself?” Lancer didn’t even look up from his monitor, just sighed and waved his hand in a ‘ do whatever’ motion. She turned back to him, angrier than Danny had ever seen her. “I don’t listen to unbelievers like you. I’m part of the inner circle.”

And then she was up and gone, seat vacated. Danny let his head thud onto the table. He also hadn’t done the reading. This worksheet was going to take him forever.

Emotion

It’s mid-March when Danny finally realizes that something is wrong with Dash. Early March is when Dash’s ‘spring cleaning’ starts, and everyone who looks at him wrong gets shoved in a locker (at best) or a toilet (at worst). But Danny - despite being sleep-deprived, achey, and nauseous - has been snarking at him constantly for weeks, and hasn’t been shoved anywhere. His hair is blessedly free of toilet water. And Dash is wearing khakis and polos and he wears that stupid bracelet.

“I thought you’d be glad he stopped his brutishness,” Sam said when he brought it up. “I really think you need to see a doctor, Danny.”

Tucker hadn’t even tried listening to him. “You haven’t slept well in months, man. Of course you’re paranoid.” The kindness in his eyes made Danny want to hurl. Danny was the protector, not the protected.

He was on his own.

Which is why he nearly let out a breath of relief when Dash cornered him in the near-empty locker room after gym. The remaining boys cleared out quickly, leaving Danny and Dash alone. Finally, a fight. Ghosts hadn’t been seen in weeks. Danny felt more deathly than ever.

“Hey, uh, Fenton,” Dash started, and Danny froze. Was this not a fight?

“Baxter,” Danny replied coolly. “Come for spring cleaning?”

Dash looked scared, and Danny didn’t understand anything that was happening. “No. I wanted to apologize for my past behavior. It was juvenile, and will not be repeated.”

“Those are some pretty big words,” Danny says, and he can see the conflict in Dash’s eyes: to punch or not to punch? That is the question.

Dash takes a deep breath and sticks his hand out between them. “I apologize for my past behavior,” he repeats. Danny lets this hang between them, too.

“No,” Danny says. “Dude, what? Glad you cleared your conscience, but I’m not going to shake your hand and say we’re fine.”

“You have to,” Dash pleaded. “Everyone else did.”

“Yeah, man! Of course they did! You beat the shit out of us all the time!”

“I used to beat the shit of you all the time.”

“Dash, what is going on?” Danny asks, dropping his volume down.

Dash shifts uncomfortably. He mumbles something into the air dividing them, but Danny can’t quite catch it. He stays silent, waiting for Dash to break first. It only takes a moment. “Kade is going to save some of us. I’m supposed to be free of grudges or the negative emotions will cause the process to go wrong. I’ve been having extra one-on-one sessions,” Dash explains. “Kade says if I’m forgiven it’ll go well. Then we’ll all be okay. So you have to forgive me.”

“Dash, none of that makes any sense.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re not in the inner circle. Maybe if you weren’t such a loser you’d be able to be saved too.”

“You’re so good at not continuing your past behavior,” Danny replies, and is almost glad for the cold bite of the locker on his back when Dash slams him into it.

“I am going to go to Kade’s. He is going to make it so I can’t die, and then we will make it so the whole town is safe and the ghosts won’t be able to touch us. Kade can cut us off from death! He’s done it before! So you’re going to forgive me and I’m gonna be a hero.” Dash’s eyes were bright and alive and sickening to look into.

Danny didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything, and got shoved in a locker.

Control

“I hate being right all the time,” Danny mutters to himself. He shuffles through a couple more papers on Kade’s desk, and then phases through the ceiling. The easiest realization was ‘Kade is leading a cult’. Next step was to visit Kade’s house by following him home from school. Thankfully, Kade was the kind of evil genius who left his plans out on his desk.

Gather recruits. Help guide them towards salvation. Cut off the town from the Ghost Zone. Be hailed as a savior.

The problem was this: Danny knew intimately that life and death were in balance. You couldn’t have one without the other. Kade had been leaching energy off of his fellow students to begin the process. Danny was being slowly cut off from death (explaining the headaches and the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion). The whole town was. Of course there’d been less ghost attacks. Danny had been right to be suspicious. Amity Park’s veil was razor-thin, and this separation would probably cause it to implode spectacularly.

“I was so hoping you’d be here.”

Danny turns and sees Kade, eyes bright and alive and smile full of too-white teeth. “Here I am,” Danny says, spreading his arms open dramatically.

“Here you are!” Kade says. “The ghost boy himself! Are you here to foil my plans?” He asks it as though it is an inside joke, as though they are old friends. “Shall I give you my monologue?”

Danny settles. Gives the illusion of complacency. Shrugs. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to do with your day.”

“I am always searching for souls seeking redemption,” Kade replies, spreading his arms wide. “Daniel, I am a visionary. I am alive. I have removed all traces of death from myself. It cannot touch me.”

That last bit may have been true; being in the room with him was dizzying. Agitating. Looking at his face felt sickening.

“I could tell you all the details, but here are the highlights. I have saved my soul, made myself more alive than anyone has ever been. It was simple and bloody, but now I know how to save everyone.”

“If you upset the balance, everything will collapse in on itself. By separating them you’ll bring them closer together. Like a rubber band, y’know?”

Kade tuts at him. “What will you do, ghost? Stop me?”

“It’s what I do,” Danny shrugs, and prepares for a fight.

The fight doesn’t come; it never even starts. Kade is untouchable; the ectoblasts and wails just wash over him like a wave breaking on stone. Kade is grinning. His teeth are too white and his eyes are bright and Danny is tired.

“I told you, I cannot be touched by death,” Kade reminds him.

Danny is the world; he is balanced. He returns to life and lands a well-placed sucker punch. Kade hadn’t been expecting that, and soon enough they were tumbling on the ground. It’s been a while since Danny was in a fight, but it returns to him easily. His knuckles are bleeding. He is winning. “What are you?” Danny asks through bloody teeth. “You aren’t a ghost.”

“I am to life what a ghost is to death,” Kade hisses from the floor. “And you are an abomination.”

“Dude. That’s rude,” Danny replies.

Danny has spent years avoiding Dash Baxter, so when he hears those familiar footfalls in the hallway, he transforms. He lets Kade push him away. He makes sure Dash and Paulina have a good view of Kade, beaten and bloody, and Phantom looming over him. Kade pushes himself up off the floor, his “anti-ghost” charm swinging wildly off his bracelet as he attempts to steady himself.

He uses his best Superhero voice. “This evil-doer was attempting to upset the balance of forces sustaining the world. He intended to cause the apocalypse.” The apocalypse bit was a lie, but they wouldn’t know that. Danny gave them a thumbs up. He disappeared.

Sam and Tucker weren’t that impressed when he told them about it.

“Cults are small potatoes,” Sam says wisely.

“It wasn’t even a real cult, it was a high schooler with an entourage,” Tucker adds.

“He was a supernatural entity that wanted to destroy the world,” Danny argues.

Sam nods. “Yeah. Small potatoes.”

“I’m just glad you finally got some sleep, buddy,” Tucker says, swinging an arm around Danny’s shoulders.

#ectoberweek2023 #prompt: cult #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dp oc #sam manson #tucker foley #dash baxter #paulina sanchez #dp star #dp kwan #dp kade #dp oc kade #fun fact: kade is a portmanteau of kool-aid #mouse squeaks

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nattinatalia · 1 year ago

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Urban Wyatt x Third Harlow : CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF

A/N : WARNING ⚠️ SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!! Special thanks and shout out to my bubs @harlowcomehome for always helping me out.

Urban and you have been dating for two years now, at first it was very low and private, only three people knew exactly what was going on between you two.

After four months, your brothers found out and it was a total shit show. Harsh words were thrown around, they even stopped speaking to you for three weeks. It hurt you but they eventually came around.

They would still act grossed out whenever you and Urban are loving or show any kind of PDA to each other, But you do it to get on their nerves, it’s funny to see them squirm.

You also moved back to Louisville, because there was no chance that Urban would’ve moved to LA with you. He loves Kentucky way too much so you decided it was just best to be closer to home as well. Your mom and siblings were shocked by your return, but happy and appreciative towards Urban since they knew it was mainly because of him.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend in two months due to him being on the road with Jack, and with you having to do social media and attend events in LA.

So when they showed up during lunch with your mom, you were extremely surprised and happy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

He had taken you out to dinner and you two shared some laughs, kisses in between and just told each other how much you missed one another.

On your drive back home you couldn’t help it but take notice of how big his arms looked. He was driving, and everytime he would make a turn or squeeze the wheel, his arms would flex a little bit and that would make you a drooling mess.

“Babe?”

“Y/N?”

“BABY!!”

You jump at that. “Mhm, huh?” You look around and notice you’re outside on your driveway.

He raises his eyebrows. “What are you staring at?”

You smile, “Baby, have you been working out lately?”

“I mean whenever I had the chance to hit the gym on the road, yeah. Why do you ask?”

You sit up and face him completely, placing your palm on his arm and just running your hand up, down and all around. “They’re just so big.”

He smirks, “You know what else is big and has been missing you?”

You look up at him, smiling. “My baby has been missing me?” You start running your hand down his arm, moving it to his chest, going down his stomach and over his crotch. You can’t help but squeeze it a bit.

Urban groans. “B-babe, I've been hard the moment I got here earlier. Don’t tease me.”

“Then let’s go.” You open the car door, get out and slam it, waiting for Urban to do the same.

“Sorry, needed a few seconds.” He tells you, following after you.

You’re inside your house now, about to make your way upstairs but Urban has other plans.

He picked you up like nothing over his shoulder. “Urban, what are you- ohhhh.” You moan out when you feel a hard slap and squeeze on your ass cheek.

“This dress has been driving me crazy.” He walked you both upstairs and into your bedroom, he brought you down a bit so you could wrap your legs around his waist and be chest to chest.

“Hii.” You say, smiling teasingly at him.

“Hi.” He replies, pulling on the back of his shirt, you follow suit and help him pull it off his body completely.

You start to run your hands all over both of his arms, squeezing here and there. “Fuckk babe, I never knew how much of a turn on your arms would’ve been for me.”

“Oh I knew, that’s why I worked out more, lifted a bit more.”

You can’t help your next move, you bend down a little, bringing your head closer to one of his arms and lick and kiss all over it. “So thick.” You mumble.

He squeezes your ass and brings you down to your feet, standing in front of him and the bed. “I need you.” He starts unbuckling his belt and pants.

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. “Turn around real quick.”

“What for?” He asks but turns around either way.

“Mhmm fuck.” You start to pull your dress over your body. “Your back muscles baby, holy shit.”

You walked toward him, leaving soft lingering kisses on his back. You leaned your breast against his back, rubbing your hands against his chest grazing his nipples.

“Babe” he chuckled, turning around to face you. He bent down, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a lingering kiss. When he pulled away his focus was on something else.

Your breasts were still held up by your lace bra. Urban noticed the matching set, “Is this new?”

“It’s been two months, Urby” you giggled. “I knew I’d be fucking my man tonight.”

Urban bit his lip, leaning toward you to unhook your bra. You noticed he was looking around for something.

“Oh!” You took the hair tie off your wrist and handed it to him. “I think you might need this” you smirked and he put his hair up into a quick messy bun.

“Bed! Now!” He rasped and you quickly got on the bed.

Urban stood at the foot of the bed, he pulled your panties down and threw them to the side. He grabbed you by your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed and spreading your legs.

He drooled at the glistening before him, licking your folds as you trembled underneath him. His plump lips placing lingering kisses against your clit, before clinging onto it swirling his tongue around rapidly against it.

“I can’t handle this” you breathed out, your legs trembling. “I need you right now.”

Urban hovered over you, kissing up your chest until he met your nipples. You let out an encouraging moan, letting him know it was okay to continue.

“I missed you two” he spoke to your breasts making you giggle slightly. Urban sucked on your right nipple as he tweaked the other in his fingers. He continued to suck on your nipples as you raked your hand across his back muscles.

“Baby, I won’t last much longer” you moaned as his tongue danced around your sensitive nipples.

“Say it”

“I need you”

“Louder”

“I NEED YOU”

“What do you need?”

“For you to fuck me like you missed me” you rasped.

Urban didn’t need more instruction, he lifted your right leg placing it on his shoulder as he thrusted into you.

You winced at him stretching you out, it hurt but in the best way.

“You okay baby?” He paused and you nodded.

“I know the safe word” you winked.

“That’s my girl” he thrusted into you again. The sound of your skin slapping and both of your moans bounced off the walls.

Urban was vocal, something you always encouraged.

“Moan for me” you whispered before nibbling at his ear.

“Fuck- fuck fuck” he moaned, you felt his dick twitch against your walls as you tightened around him.

“Cum for me” you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the beads of sweat dripped from his body.

“Baby-“ his cheeks grew flushed, his eyes rolling back.

“Fill me up”

As soon as you said that you felt the rush of your orgasm growing with him, you threw your head back onto the pillow and the two of you became babbling messes.

Once the wave of your orgasm was gone, Urban pulled out of you, picking you up over his shoulder and placing you onto the toilet.

“You definitely need to pee” he laughed and you shook your head at him.

“Just start the shower, that was only round one” you winked and he didn’t question you at all. He ran over to the shower immediately starting the water.

“Safe to say you missed me too?”

Urban turned around to face you with a smile, “Was that even a question?”

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dira333 · 1 year ago

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Control Yourself - Pavel Chekov x Reader

Prompt: “That is a staggering amount of parmesan cheese.” “There’s no such thing.”

“This week sucks,” you groan when you slap your tray down on the table.

Pavel looks up at you with something like concern in his bright eyes.

“It’s Monday.”

“I know.” You try to sit down but freeze halfway to curse under your breath. “I forgot the parmesan cheese. This is just typical.”

There’s still a far too long line in front of the replicators. You tap your right foot in a rhythm of annoyance, but the people in front of you don’t pick up their speed. Or let you through.

You drop down at your table a second time, dropping the parmesan on your spaghetti.

“That is a staggering amount of parmesan cheese.”

“There’s no such thing,” you disagree, mixing the cheese and the noodles and pushing a generous amount into your mouth.

“Ugh,” you make a face, “It’s cold already.”

Pavel hides his grin behind his napkin before he pushes his chair back.

“I’m gonna get you a new serving,” he tries to take your plate but you pull it away from him.

“Sit your ass down, it’s fine.”

“You don’t want to eat cold spaghetti.”

“I don’t want you to spend your lunch break standing in line at the frigging replicator. Now sit down and keep me company.”

He follows your order with another grin before he stretches his arms out over the table to take your hands in his.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing.”

“Uhuh,” he disagrees, “Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s just a hell of a week.”

“It’s Monday.”

“I’m on my period.”

“Shut up, you just pulled me in a hug last week, telling me that shark week was finally over.”

You groan. “Curse your good memory!”

His grin is growing and he pulls your hands across the table until you’re stretched out, the tips of your fingers pressing against his stomach.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Make you tell me the truth. What’s wrong?”

“I have to go back to work,” you pull back your hands and get up, leaving mess hall without another glance back.

“You’re avoiding me,” Pavel greets you when he sits down next to you during dinner.

“I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy. Didn’t mean you couldn’t stop working for a second to greet me when I have to come down for my training with Mr. Scott.”

“You’re not that important,” you snap at him, biting down on your tongue when he sees the hurt flash over his face.

“Shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant…”

“No, I get it,” he tells you, gathering his plate, “I don’t want to disturb you.”

You grab his shirt before he can get away, pulling him back.

“You are that important,” you tell him through your teeth, “Please sit down and let me explain.”

He looks at you, stares at you as if he can look right into the dark corners of your heart before he sits down again.

“Spill,” he says. His voice has lost its usual cheerful tone.

“My heart is doing stupid things around you and I’m trying to get it under control,” you tell him, saying the words in a rush, hoping he won’t be able to understand all of it.

But he smiles and you know he’s heard it all.

“You’re my best friend,” he tells you with that serious voice he normally uses when he has to talk to Mr. Spock.

Your heart drops but he grabs your hand to get your attention back.

“You’re my best friend. You should know me better than yourself.”

“And I shouldn’t have been scared to tell you, or what?”

“You should have noticed that I’ve given up trying to control my heart around you a long time ago.”

“What?”

“Well,” he leans his head to the side as if he has to think about it, the little drama queen, “If I remember correctly, I did never try to control it.”

“Shut up,” you tell him, stuffing your face with pasta in order to hide your embarrassment and glee. He grins and rubs a circle on the back of your hand, before whispering a challenging “Make me.”

#my writing #Star Trek AOS #Pavel Chekov x reader #Pavel Chekov #Pavel Chekov AOS #Star Trek x reader #Pavel Chekov FLUFF

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666writingcafe · 7 months ago

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Meanwhile...

Mammon

I know I'm being stupid. I shouldn't be following Simeon to his room after he blew up at us in the dining car. If he's anything like Satan, I might as well start digging my grave.

But I can't leave him alone. I don't know why; it's just a gut feeling that I have. Still, my gut has never led me astray. And I'm not talking about when its judgment is clouded by greed, but during situations like this one. You know, life and death sorta things.

I take a deep breath before opening the sliding door. Simeon's back is turned to me, appearing to look out the train window.

"Hello, Mammon." His voice sounds eerily calm, like how Lucifer gets sometimes right before he begins torturing people.

I can't flee. I have to see this through.

"Dude, what happened back there? I've never seen you react like that, not even during the war."

"That is none of your concern." Simeon slightly turns his head to the right. "Tell me, why did you feel the need to bully Luke?"

"That wasn't my original intention--"

"Answer the question."

"I will, if you'll let me finish!" Silence. "Look, I believe he needs to be taught how to relax. He's way too uptight. I mean, he can't even take a little joke! The kid's a real piece of work."

"It's only a joke when everyone involved finds it amusing."

"Well, I can't help wantin' to tease him sometimes! In some ways, he kinda reminds me of myself when I was that age."

"Oh, really?" Simeon doesn't believe me.

"Seriously?! Don't you remember what I was like once upon a time?"

"A nuisance?"

"Naive, Simeon. I was that lost puppy. Cute, friendly, energetic, but incredibly oblivious to what the real world was like. I mean, isn't that why you guys are sendin' him to the Devildom and human world in the first place?" He sighs.

"Yes."

"It's almost been three years, and yet from this side of things he hasn't learned jackshit. He's still convinced that the way angels do things is the right way. He doesn't wanna even consider that he could be wrong."

"Oh, like you're doing much better," Simeon snaps.

"At least I'm doing something! You're just standing around and waiting for Luke to discover the world on his own. He needs guidance! And sometimes that means forcing him to experience new things whether he likes it or not!"

"And who are they going to blame when shit hits the fan, Mammon?" Simeon's facing me now, staring daggers into my face. "You were in charge of MC during the exchange program; what would have happened if a demon decided to have them for lunch during their first ever week in the Devildom?"

"The demon would get in trouble, obviously. But I'm not sure what this has to do with Luke--"

"Do you wanna know what else would have happened?" I'm not going to get another word in until he's done ranting, am I?

"People would have begun asking questions," Simeon quickly continues. "'Where was Mammon at the time?' 'Why didn't he stop the demon from eating MC?' And if you weren't able to come up with acceptable answers to those questions, your ass would have been on the line, because you failed to do your job.

"Oh, maybe you'd escape with a light punishment. After all, you have friends in high places that can bail you out of trouble. But what if you used up all your chances? What if protecting MC and ensuring they survived the exchange program was the one thing that would save you from a fate worse than death? What would you do then, Mammon?"

Oh my God...I knew he'd gotten demoted due to his lack of cooperation during the early stages of the war, but I didn't realize he was that close to being sent there. It's the one place in the Devildom that the Celestial Realm has control over, and it's usually reserved for the worst of the worst. The truly irredeemable.

And he's right. Being sentenced there is a fate worse than death.

"Simeon, I'm sorry. I...I didn't know." I walk over to him and tentatively hover my hand over his shoulder. He remains still, allowing me to rest my hand on there.

"Only Michael and Raphael do," he whispers. "They were the ones that offered me the guardianship over Luke. If anything happens to him, they won't show me mercy again, especially in light of them discovering that fucking notebook."

"You know Lord Diavolo would take you in." Simeon shakes his head.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my existence serving him." He pauses. "I'm sure he's a kind master, but he still rules over you guys. I want to be under my own power."

"What about MC?" The question slips out of my mouth, causing a corner of Simeon's to curve up slightly.

"That is an arrangement I'd prefer to keep between me and them."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me mc

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broz0neglitters · 26 days ago

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Two Broke former superstars (Plot)

Inspired by the TV Show Two broke girls I hope you also enjoy My grammar sucks please bare with me I will promise you; that I will go back and fix it okay ;P

warning: cussing

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After spending years in jail former superstar twins Velvet and Veneer were finally let go they had nowhere to go and no one to trust since they were frauds but floyd being the sweetest soul that he was he forgave them even Velvet who had done much worse to him.

Floyd kindly talked to Bruce into letting the twins be waiter/waitress at this restaurant and Bruce didn't agree to it cause he still got some grudges but Brandy his loving wife told him to give them a chance and. Maybe it is an opportunity for them to learn how to be friends with trolls and maybe learn something.

So they were hired but Bruce kept a close eye on them just in case they try anything but brandy told him not to worry about them and that they were in good hand as long as he was patient with them that all it really matters for brandy.

during their 1st day of work it wasn't the best for bruce he was losing it even doe he is a father he has patients but he has no chill for the twins because they were mean to the customer Veneer was fine al thought he was a bit sassy but he still was a bit nicer unlike velvet she was super sarcasm and rude she still wasn't okay working as a waitress at some troll she kidnap brothers and his wife place...

Day off was a rocky start because they were new and bruce and brandy try to help them fix their cocky sarcastic attitude which bruce loses and told them off hoping for them to slowly fix their attitude cause he was scared that he would lose his busniess because of them

Day 1:

As Bruce and Brandy were busy in the kitchen cooking as Velvet and Veneer were just waiting around hoping for some one to show up but sooner it was lunch hours so it was lunch rush so both twins quickly got to work veneer was use to it even doe he can be sassy but he only sassy to those who was sassy to him but velvet on the other hands was much more sarcastic

As some of the customer noticed former super star twins working they can't help but to ask the former superstar twins this.

"Hey aren't you those former super star twins? what happen you two were so good" Some one asked "oh yes we sure are but things got bad i really can't say too much." veneer said feeling super gulity for what he has done in the past as velvet walk over to the table "Remember my name cause one day I'll be on your TV Screen, so what would you like to order?" Velvet said giving them a death stare

as the customer laughed "remember you on my tv screen not a chance lady the only thing I'll remember is your brother over there you won't stand a chance." he said laughing nearly choking on his water

As Velvet got super pissed "I would like to confirm that I do not care." Velvet said "also I'd tell you to go to hell but I do not want to see you there." velvet also added in which shut the customer up "good now that you shut your ugly ass mouth let's try again hi I'm velvet what can I serve ya." she said smiling

As Velvet came to the counter and input the order "we got another order for ugly ass other there." she said "Velvet, hun you're doing great but can you tone down your saracism?" brandy said As velvet looked at her "some people like that guy over there who just insulted me are life-sucking Enegry-draining Negative Bags of annoying hell and I speak for all of the people who eats here." Velvet said as bruce hop on her shoulder "hey hey velvet you can't say that about our customer some of them are our regular even if they are annoying but please still be nice and professional" bruce said

As velvet rolled her eyes at bruce as she stick the order onto his face which was too big for him "yet despite the look on my face you're still talking to me." she said "anyways I gotta do my shift." she said walking off with a hair flip

As Veneer picked up the order "how are you loving it?" bruce asked trying to lighten the mood "ooo I so love it." he said "can't tell if you're being sarcastic." bruce said "Tell me something I don't know." veneer said heading off to give the food to the customer "I knew it." bruce said "don't give up on them yet hun their still learning they'll get better overtime." brandy said "they both just remind me so much of floyd when he was a teen back in our brozone days." bruce said

As lunch rush was finally over the twins can finally catch a break along with bruce and brandy as Bruce was counting the tips jar money and spilting that with both velvet and Veneer

"Since Veneer was a bit nicer today I'll give him a bonus tip and well velvet I'm giving you the same I'll give you double as your brother if I see some inprovment next time." bruce said "It's not my job to blow sunshine up your ass." she said

"well velvet, you did a good job giving the food to the customer and not doing a sloppy job but your attitude could change maybe starting now before dinner rush." brandy said as she laugh "Oh, brandy you're killing me, sometimes I wish I were a nicer person but then I laugh and continue my day." she said wipping her tears from laughing too hard "I better go get ready for dinner rush cause that's a thing." Velvet said "Was she always this sarcastic?" bruce asked veneer "yeah, you don't say." he said "enough please is annoying i'm about to take your bonus tip away mr!" bruce snap

As Velvet was refilling the ketup and Mustard bottles as bruce came up to her "listen Velvet please don't make it hard for us but I just need you to please be nice to the people who is dining here if you keep this rude attitude of yours it would be bad for mine busniess and plus you don't get any bonus tips from me at the end of your shift." bruce said trying to reason with her as velvet stop what's she is doing and looked down at the purple haired troll

"You sir are the human version of period cramps." she said "oh please don't try velvet will never change I guess I can have more of the tips." veneer said cleaning the counter top "please veneer sarcasm because murder chrages are expenisve." velvet said

"YOU LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED MY LITTLE BROTHER!" Bruce snaped at them "I think I'm having my period now thanks to you so may I be excuse from working the dinner rush cause of a lady thing going on." velvet said as bruce got fed up "THAT'S ENOUGH YOU BOTH ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH YOUR COCKY ATTITUDE I TRY BEING NICE SO UNTIL THEN NO MORE BOUNS TIPS AND EXTRA DAY OFF/BREAK UNTIL I SEE IMPROVEMENTS!" Bruce snap angirly

he was such a angry little purpled hair troll yelling at two fruads who nearly killed his baby brother in the process if john dory was here there's no way he would have take bruce seriously "I SWEAR I JUST GREW A FUCKING GREY HAIR BECAUSE YOU TWO GIVE ME SO MUCH STRESS AND IF MY BUSNIESS IS DYING I'D BLAME IT ON YOU TWO!" Bruce snap....

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That's the end of the plot I'll do a part two if i can 300 likes (I know is alot because I am super busy w school n work and this story takes time and I am still trying to finish up my drafts so I gotta make sure you guys like this enough for me to make a ongoing story) Anyways have a great day/night where ever you are <3

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sinkingnotsoslowly · 2 years ago

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No More Love Left

Pairing: (f) Reader x Seungmin

Non-idol au, fluff, mostly angst

Warnings: Unrequited love, mention of a breakup (not y/n's), slight Minho x reader, curse words, suggestive, mention of making out

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

Loving him was giving your all. A petal of rose each day. Until there’s no more left to give.

You too wanted your high school sweetheart story with Seungmin. But so did all the other girls in your year. You were close to him than the girls could ever be, his best friend. But that didn’t mean he was attainable. You still gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day, “Oh obligatory chocolates? Thank you (y/n)”.

You thought you were leaving enough hints when you took extra notes when Seungmin was sick and couldn’t come to school. You even added little ‘get well soon’ and funny footnotes to cheer him up and then took them all the way to his house after school. But you realised that it was nothing extraordinary thing to do. Anyone would do that for a friend. So you started a ritual of giving him a flower each day when he came to school. “What’s this for?”, he asked with visible confusion on his face. “I’m growing them in my backyard. I thought it will be a beautiful start to your day”, you tried to look as unaffected as possible. Seungmin shrugged, “I can’t decide if that’s sweet or cringe”. Cringe, you decided.

You gathered enough courage to confess to him on graduation day. So you left a little note on his desk telling him to meet by the ground. But you didn’t have enough courage to leave your name on the note.

To your surprise Seungmin did not come alone, a girl from your year was there too. You crept in closer to listen to what they were talking about. It was a breach of privacy but your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. Was she really doing what you thought she was?

“I really like you. Will you go out with me?”, damn. But Seungmin wouldn’t say yes, would he?

“Okay”

A gasp made both of them turn to look at you.

“What are you doing here (y/n)?”

“I-I was looking for you. Mom wanted a picture of us both. I see that you’re busy, I-I’ll wait by the gate”, you ran off from there as fast as you could.

You did not wait for him that day, just went straight home with your mom. And then when Seungmin called, you lied about feeling sick. It seemed that’s what you kept doing these days, lying to your best friend. But you knew for sure that if you were honest you would end up losing him for good.

One would think their childhood crush would fade away with time. But yours didn’t.

But two ended up going to the same college with different majors. But still had a few classes together. And by God was he distracting. He sat in front of you. So the only thing you did in your shared classes was stare at the back of his head with heart eyes. “(Y/n) you’re so whipped for Seungmin it's pathetic”, Felix said to you one day during lunch. “Wait how’d you know?”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone has noticed by now. Even Hyunjin’s dramatic ass. And yet Mr Oblivious has not”, he said as stole your fries.

“Felix, whose side are you on? It’s good that he hasn’t noticed. He even has a girlfriend for God’s sake”

“So what? Just cause he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean that can’t have feelings for you. Maybe he just wants to see you react to him dating. It can be your best-friends-to-lovers story”

“You’re watching too many dramas Felix. Get real”

Felix let out a sigh, “You can at least try you know?”

“And lose a friend? No thanks”.

And thank God you didn’t take Felix’s advice because you found Seungmin and his girlfriend kissing at the park the next day. Even if you knew that he had a girlfriend, things actually felt real seeing him smiling like a puppy while looking at that girl. Maybe partly it was his fault, he treated you too kindly, never let you feel that he was spending any less time with you because of his girlfriend. But seeing your world in someone else’s hand made you question how much love you had left to give to him.

Turned out it was a lot and not enough at the same time. Hyunjin dragged you to the dance major party on Saturday because “Just cause you didn’t get to have a high school sweetheart story doesn’t mean you can’t have a college hook-up story”. And for once he was right. You were tired of everything because every time you saw Seungmin you felt like you lost a bit of yourself by giving him all the love that you could. So you let yourself get chatted up by this really handsome senior who showed you pictures of his three cats. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but everything he said seemed ten times funnier to you. You even grinded against him while dancing and made out below the stairs. Eventually, you two ended up in someone’s room upstairs. You really thought you could do it. Minho was very good at what he did until you moaned Seungmin’s name. You swore you would never show your face to him again.

But Minho was a kind soul, he didn’t judge. He tracked you down during lunch on Monday.

“I get that you have issues but I really liked talking to you. I would love it if we could at least be friends. I’ll even let you meet my cats”

“Are you trying to bribe me with your cats?”, you asked.

“Is it working?”

“You can have my number”.

Minho was a very good friend and he was funny too. He let you meet his cats like promised. “Dori are you really ditching me to play with someone whom you know for two weeks?”, you giggled at his playfulness.

“Just accept it Dori loves me more”

“You traitor, see if I buy you any more toys”.

The only sad thing was he would be graduating before you. But he insisted that he would never lose contact with you. He would spend his whole life trying to seduce you if he had to.

“Is that the real reason you befriended me Minho? Just to sleep with me?”, you mockingly pouted making his ears turn red.

“W-What no believe me I really did not”

“It’s okay I’m just joking”.

You felt happy during the time you spent with him. It was enough to keep your mind off of Seungmin. You thought you had finally exhausted all the love you could give him, all the petals had fallen. Until one night he showed up at his doorstep, barely holding back tears.

“She broke up with me”, you brought him to your arms. You really thought there was nothing left, you were done. But you were clearly mistaken as your heart ached at his sight, and it was definitely not just feeling bad for a friend. Your world did not deserve this sadness. That night you let him find comfort in your space, consoling him the whole night. And a part of you felt a surge of hope which you knew was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Maybe, just maybe this time on he would look at you, and give you back all the petals that you gave.

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x-stephanie-sinnz-x · 3 months ago

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Mark and his fellow officers helped give my husband a very special birthday.

This started on Friday night when Mark texted me.

He said he can oblige me, (in responding to my question awhile back, I asked him "if he had any other police buddies willing to join?")

Remembering that we hadn't celebrated my husband's birthday because we both had covid at the time of his actual birthday, I asked Mark if it was okay for my husband to join.

He's response was "yeah. That's cool,".

My husband was very excited and on the car ride to Mark's house, his hand was on my pussy which I remember feeling really good. Eventually we get to Mark's house and we see several police cars, SUVs, and a couple of regular cars in the driveway and in the street.

As we walked in, I introduced Mark to my husband.

Mark lead us to the kitchen were 10 other men where standing around, all ranging from aged 35 to 70, in various stages of undress.

They all cheered happy birthday!!!!

My husband smiled and quickly their hands started touching and undressing me. One of them kissed me and I immediately became complicit and willing to do whatever.

I have to apologize to you guys because I'm a pothead, and before we arrived I ate some edibles and vaped a hella wax, so from here it all became somewhat of a blur, and I had no idea where my husband was during most of this.

We where there from about 12am until 11pmish when the last guy was finished using me and left.

I don’t remember the order of what happened or when it happened but below I’ll just tell you what I remember.

- I was on my back on a bed, blindfolded and handcuffed above my head. Someone was fucking my throat, slobber all over my mouth. Someone was sucking my toes, someone else was fucking me as someone sucked on my right breast and someone sucked on my left breast.

- at some point I was face down over a bench/footstool thingy, throat being fucked as someone was balls deep in my pussy. Both hands were being used to jack 2 guys off.

- I was lying on the ground in the bathroom in the fetal position as a group of them pisssed all over my face and body. One of them shoved it into my mouth and forced me to swallow it.

- At one point my husband was cuddling me in a bed, stroking my hair telling me how awsome I am, how proud he is of me, how I was the perfect slutwife. And I loved the praise.

- One of them had this huge, and I mean huge dildo! Like 12” plus. I remember being on the floor in the living room with them sitting around jacking off as I struggled to get this massive dildo in me. They were cheering me on while I moaned and screamed as it stretched my pussy until I eventually succeeded. One of them got fed up of waiting, pinned me down by the throat and rammed it all the way up my cunt. I literally screamed a high pitch wail. I’ve never felt so full in my life! He then picked me up and sat me on a stool so it stayed fully in me and proceeded to fuck my throat to stop me from making noise.

- I remember being carried up the stares, limps practically lifeless with my energy fucked out of me, and having 3 men follow the guy carrying me. Each of them staring at me like I was their lunch and they hadn’t eaten in days. That was probably the most horny I was the entire time because I knew my husband was getting a good birthday present, he knew that each of the men near me were going to fuck me until they came.

- I remember a really fat guy, like obese and horrible, he kept shoving his cock down my throat and holding it there until I couldn’t breath.

- I remember one guy threatened to get his police k9 but he never did. I think he was just trying to scare me, lol.

- I remember getting triple stuffed. I had a dick in my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my mouth, as I jerked off one in each hand.

I had a great time, and my husband had a great belated birthday.

I got home so exhausted that I fell asleep on my husband, but that didn't stop him from using me as his personal fuck doll.

Stephanie Sinnz ❤️

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beefromanoff · 5 months ago

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Tempting Fate Ch. 4

summary: Evie made it through her first full week, has a breakthrough, and gets to celebrate!

author's note: I love a slow burn, but I want to get to the good stuff here. anyone else?!

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A few hours and two large coffees later, Evie sat in her usual spot in the lab, her fingers flying across the keyboard. The screen in front of her was filled with complex lines of code, diagrams, and a myriad of data points. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts and possibilities, each one adding a new layer to her evolving solution for cracking Orpheus' defenses. She’d gotten right to the cusp last night, and today she’d been able to blow this motherfucker wide open.

The lab was quieter than usual, the other engineers having gone for their lunch break or taken Friday off altogether. All except for Chris, the one who’d infamously mistaken her for one of Tony’s one night stands on her first day. Since then, he'd been skittish around her, but they'd developed a tentative working relationship. Evie respected his skills and found his nervous energy somewhat endearing. She wasn’t one to hold grudges, nor was she one to get her feelings hurt over a misconception that––truth be told––made sense. He was the only other engineer with SHIELD security clearance, having been the main technological consultant before Evie was brought on board.

"Chris," Evie called absently, not looking up from her screen. "Get your ass over here for a second."

Chris, who had been tinkering with a circuit board at the other end of the lab, jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. He hesitated for a moment, then made his way over to her workstation.

"Uh, okay," he said, fidgeting with the screwdriver in his hands. "What’s up?"

Evie continued typing for a few more seconds before stopping and turning to face him. "I need a second pair of eyes on this. I’ve been at it all night and I might just be hallucinating, but I think I’ve found a solution to Orpheus’ defenses. Can you take a look and tell me if I'm just sleep-deprived or if this actually makes sense?"

Chris blinked, then nodded. "Of course, let’s see it."

Evie turned her laptop screen toward him and started explaining her solution in the rapid pace that only ever came out when she was excited.

"Alright, here’s the deal," Evie began, tapping a key to bring up a detailed diagram. "Orpheus’ encryption is a hybrid adaptive cryptosystem. They’re using a combination of RSA for key exchange and AES for data encryption, but they’ve added this insane layer of polymorphic encryption to constantly change the encryption keys on the fly."

Chris frowned, leaning in closer. "Okay, so how do we counter that?"

Evie smirked. "Glad you asked. The key is to exploit the timing discrepancies during the key exchange. By using a side-channel attack, we can measure the slight variations in execution time to predict the next set of encryption keys. From there, we inject a custom-built Trojan that piggybacks on their own update mechanism."

Chris' eyes widened. "You built a Trojan for this? Overnight?"

"Yes," Evie said, waving her hand dismissively. "It's a polymorphic Trojan, meaning it changes its code every time it replicates. That way, it can evade their adaptive defenses. Once it’s inside, it creates a virtual bridge, giving us a backdoor into their system."

Chris nodded slowly. "So, we use their own system updates to slip in unnoticed?"

"Exactly," Evie said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But that’s not all. I’ve also designed a recursive algorithm that exploits a vulnerability in their communication protocol. Every time Orpheus sends or receives data, the algorithm intercepts and duplicates the packets, allowing us to decrypt them in real-time."

Chris stared at the screen, his mind racing to keep up with her explanation. Slowly, he began to nod. "Evie, this is... I mean, this is incredible. You've actually figured it out. This should work. This should work…perfectly."

Evie’s eyes flicked off the screen and met his. "Really? You think so?"

Chris nodded more vigorously. "Yes, absolutely. It’s brilliant."

Without thinking, Evie jumped up from her chair, a huge grin spreading across her face. "Yes!" she exclaimed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Hell YES! Thank you!"

Chris stood there, utterly flustered, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Uh, you’re welcome," he stammered.

Evie shoved her laptop into her bag, grabbed her coffee, and rushed out of the lab, her heart pounding with exhilaration. "You’re the man, Chris!"

As she disappeared down the hallway, Chris stood there for a moment, still processing what had just happened. Finally, he shook his head with a small, bewildered smile. "Unbelievable," he muttered to himself, before returning to his workstation.

Evie practically sprinted through the halls, her coffee sloshing in her cup. She reached Tony’s private lab upstairs and burst through the door the second her keycard turned the access pad green.

Tony looked up from his workstation, raising an eyebrow at her sudden entrance. "Well, well, if it isn't the wunderkind herself," he said dryly. "Ever heard of knocking? You might see something you don't want to see."

Evie waved off his comment, her excitement palpable. "Yeah, yeah, spare me the pleasantries, Stark. I need to show you something."

Tony leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "This better be good. It’s barely noon, the crack of dawn here."

Evie quickly set her laptop on the table and pulled up her work, launching into her explanation. "I've been working on Orpheus' encryption all night, and I think I've cracked it. Look, their system uses a hybrid adaptive cryptosystem. RSA for key exchange, AES for data encryption, and a layer of polymorphic encryption."

Tony started to pay attention, but his eyes flicked over her attire, and a smirk formed on his lips. "Hold up a second. Are you wearing Cap's sweatshirt?"

Evie glanced down at the navy blue crewneck she had on, suddenly realizing the emblem on the sleeve clearly featured the Avengers trademark “A” with the words ‘Captain Rogers’ embroidered right beneath it. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I pulled an all nighter and didn't want to show up in the same clothes from yesterday. People might make assumptions, as they already have." She raised her eyebrow impatiently.

Tony's smirk grew wider. "And you didn't think they'd make assumptions if you showed up in Captain America's sweatshirt?"

Evie shrugged. "He’s not my boss."

Tony chuckled, but his eyes were now glued to the screen. "Alright, what you do in your own time is none of my business anyways. Show me what you've got, Langston."

Evie dove back into her explanation, her fingers flying over the keys as she navigated through her code and diagrams. "Okay, so, their encryption changes the keys on the fly. To counter that, I developed a side-channel attack to measure the timing discrepancies during their key exchange. We use those discrepancies to predict the next set of encryption keys."

Tony's interest piqued, and he leaned forward. "Timing attack, huh? Not bad. But what about the polymorphic encryption?"

"Glad you asked," Evie said with a grin. "I built a polymorphic Trojan that changes its code every time it replicates. It evades their adaptive defenses and creates a virtual bridge, giving us a backdoor into their system. And there's more. I designed a recursive algorithm that intercepts and duplicates their data packets, allowing us to decrypt them in real-time."

Tony stared at the screen for a moment, then let out a low whistle. "Damn, Red. You really outdid yourself."

Evie's grin widened. "So, you think it’ll work?"

Tony nodded slowly. "Oh, it'll work. I'm just wondering how the hell you managed to put this together in one night. And then still had time to swipe Cap’s sweatshirt.”

She shrugged. "I work well under pressure. And I love a challenge."

Tony laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, genius. Let's get this to Maria. She’s going to want to see this ASAP. Let’s go to the boardroom, I’ll conference her in."

Evie grabbed her laptop, feeling a rush. "Let's do it."

As they headed out of the lab, Tony glanced at her again, the smirk still playing on his lips. "Rogers couldn’t handle you in the first place, kid."

“All I know is he makes a killer breakfast.”

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The lab was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the clicking of the keyboard. Evie was hunched over her workstation, the glow of the screen illuminating her face. She meticulously reviewed her code for what felt like the hundredth time, making sure every line was perfect when Tony walked in, his footsteps echoing in the large, empty room.

"I swear, I’m either getting very old or this is deja vu." he called out, making his way over to her.

She didn't look up from her screen. "I don’t think those two are mutually exclusive."

Tony sighed dramatically, leaning against her desk. "You know, I hired you because you’re hot. But being in the office for 30 hours straight without going home to shower is seriously ruining the mood."

Evie glanced up and flipped him off. "You're hilarious, Stark."

Tony raised his eyebrows. "Seriously, what the hell are you still doing here? It’s 7pm on a Friday night. Surely you have something better to do than this.”

“I’m just going over everything again.”

“It’s perfect. We went through it ten times today. You won't make it any better by staring at it all night."

Evie leaned back in her chair, rubbing her tired eyes. "I just want to make sure. This is big."

Tony nodded, his tone turning slightly more serious. "I know. And you did an amazing job. Which is why I’ve already invited the team out to celebrate your brilliant discovery and for finishing the work before the mission deadline––which, considering they’re used to working with me––is a novel concept. Also, to celebrate your first full week of working for me."

Evie raised an eyebrow. "You’re serious?"

"Dead serious," Tony replied. "We’ll be meeting at the bar in an hour and a half. And I’ve got Happy waiting for you outside to take you to your building."

Evie blinked. "Wow, thanks, Tony. But really, I’m fine. I just need to pick up around here and then I can just head straight to the bar."

Tony shook his head. "No can do, Red. Happy has strict instructions to make sure you get into the elevator and don’t try to come back to the lab. You need to get some fresh and fix…” he gestured vaguely to her hair and outfit. “...this situation.”

Evie rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re such a control freak."

Tony shrugged. "Yes, and you’ll thank me later. Now, go. Freshen up, put on something that doesn't smell like coffee and palladium, and be ready to celebrate like I taught you."

Evie stood up, stretching her arms. "Alright, alright. I’ll go. But you’re still an ass."

Tony chuckled. "I’ve been called worse. Now get out of here before I tell FRIDAY to revoke your security clearance for the weekend."

Rolling her eyes, Evie grabbed her laptop and bag, heading towards the door. As she walked out, she glanced back at Tony. "Thanks, Tony. For everything."

Tony waved her off with a smile. "See you in a bit."

Evie made her way outside, squinting at the sun to see Happy standing next to the black SUV, waiting patiently. He gave her a nod and opened the door for her.

"Miss Langston," he greeted with a smile. "Ready to head home?"

Evie grinned. "Yessir, thanks for the lift, Happy."

"Anytime," he replied, closing the door behind her.

As they drove towards her building, Evie allowed herself a deep breath, shoulders rolling back from the hours hunched over a workstation. It had been an intense week, but she had proven herself and made a significant breakthrough. Tonight, she would celebrate with the team –– the fucking Avengers –– knowing she had earned every bit of it.

Evie slumped against the back seat of the car, exhaustion and a sense of accomplishment washing over her as she snapped out of her single-minded work mode. She stared out the window, her mind processing the reality that was her life. This past week had been a whirlwind – a literal dream come true.

Happy glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a good-natured smile tugging at his lips. "So, how's it feel? First week at Stark Industries under your belt. Bet it's been a ride."

Evie sighed. "Oh, Happy. It's been everything. I think I slept about 10 hours the whole week, half because I was too excited and half because I couldn’t get myself to leave the lab.” She looked out the window. “It probably sounds childish, but part of me feels like if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up back in my tenth grade calculus class bored out of my mind. It’s like…it’s just a dream.”

Happy chuckled. "It doesn’t sound childish at all. I remember the first time I met you, back at the alumni gala. When Tony brought you out to the car, I thought you were…well––"

“You thought I was a cocktail waitress trying to end up on a yacht.”

“Well, yes, something like that.” His cheeks flushed.

“Astute observation.” Evie grinned. “I’m sure you weren’t the only one to make it.”

“Of course, after meeting you, it was clear––”

Evie laughed, waving him off. "Don’t worry about it, Happy, seriously. I’m sure you’re conditioned to assume that with Tony."

"You could say that," Happy replied, shaking his head with a grin. “That was a fun night. When we drove back to the city the next day, Tony couldn’t stop talking about you. He kept saying you were ‘the princess who was promised’, or something along those lines. He may have still been a little drunk, but even so, he’s not one to rave about someone’s intellect besides his own. "

“He’s been watching too much Game of Thrones.” Evie chuckled. “That’s very flattering.”

“I’m not kidding, he told me from that very first weekend that he thought you’d change the world. He wanted to convince you to drop out and go work for him that second.”

“Believe me, he tried.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you stuck it out.” Happy met her eyes in the rearview. “Especially if you’re prone to workaholism, I’m glad you got to live your life for a while.”

“Considering my boss is the one who threw me out of the office and told me to get my ass to the bar, I don’t think that’s going to stop.”

Happy shrugged. "Tony’s lost himself in his work before. I don’t think he wants to see that happen to you."

Evie smiled. "That’s oddly wholesome."

“Mr. Stark is an enigma.” Happy's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "You know, I got kicked out of my own car that night at the gala."

Evie raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

"Tony wanted some alone time with your best friend," Happy explained with a smirk. "So, I logged some significant time playing pool with grad students in the bar until I got the all-clear. Your friend was quite the charmer, apparently."

Evie shook her head. "Yeah, that's Jade. I got far too many details about that night."

Happy shuddered. "I don’t even want to know. But hey, it worked out. You got to where you wanted to be, and Tony… well, he got what he wanted too."

As they pulled up to her building, Happy glanced at her sweatshirt, doing a double take. "Is that Cap’s sweatshirt?"

Evie smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe. Why?"

Happy laughed, shaking his head. "Just making sure you're not causing any trouble."

She winked at him. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Happy parked the car and got out, opening the door for her. "Alright, Miss Langston. You go get ready and do whatever it is that Tony insisted I bring you here for. I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour."

Evie stepped out, shrugging her bag onto her shoulder. "Thanks, Happy. I’ll see you soon."

He gave her a nod. "Take care, Evie. And remember, no trying to sneak back to the lab."

She laughed. "Got it. See you soon, Happy."

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Evie walked into the bar, a surprisingly normal looking joint in a lesser known part of the city. She didn’t know what she expected, something flashier and possibly on a rooftop? Dancers in lingerie in floating cages above the crowd? That seemed much more Tony-esque than this pseudo dive bar. Not that she was complaining, it reminded her of The Bos, giving her a warm rush of nostalgia. They crossed the busy room, Evie turning heads and drawing a few catcalls as she navigated toward the back booth where Earth’s Mightiest Heroes sat. Happy gave the already drunk catcallers a stern look and a wave of his hand. "Alright, keep moving, nothing to see here," he said, holding a hand out to clear a way through the crowd.

"Thanks, Happy," Evie nodded.

Tony's voice rang out above the low roar of the bar. "There she is! The woman of the hour!" He relished in the attention of the bar as he strode over, placing his arm around Evie's shoulders and escorting her to the large corner booth where the team was waiting.

"Evie!" Wanda called out, standing up to give her a warm hug. "It’s so good to see you."

"Hey, Wanda," Evie replied, hugging her back. "It’s good to see you too."

“One week down, that’s like a lifetime with Stark.” Natasha gave her a friendly nod. "Nice work this week, Evie. Heard you’ve been killing it."

"Thanks, Nat. I’m just trying to keep up with you guys," Evie gave a humble nod, her usual borderline arrogance fading in the face of Black Widow herself.

Sam clapped her on the back. "You’re doing more than keeping up. You’re setting the pace."

Evie grinned. "Thanks, Sam."

Before anyone else could greet her, Tony held his hand out in front of her. “In order to make an effective toast, the toastee needs a drink. Shall we?”

“We shall,” Evie put her hand on his, grinning. She turned back to face the team and looked at Steve, who was watching her with a small smile from his seat. "Oh, Steve, I promise I’ll return your sweatshirt. Thanks for letting me borrow it this morning."

The team erupted in a chorus of “ooh” and “Alright, Rogers” as Steve blushed, grinning down at his drink.

Tony guided her to the bar, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You know exactly what you’re doing, I assume.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Evie gave a wry smile.

"Come on, genius. First round’s on me."

Evie smirked. "Correction: every round is on you because you’re the one who invited me out."

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely," she replied confidently. "You dragged me out of the lab, so you get to pay for my drinks. It's only fair."

Tony laughed. "Alright, alright. You drive a hard bargain. What’ll it be?"

"I’ll start with a whiskey sour," Evie said, sliding onto a barstool.

Tony ordered their drinks and turned to her. "So, how does it feel to be the second smartest person in the room?"

Evie snorted. “You tell me."

Tony handed her the drink, a smirk on his face. "You’re insufferable. I love it. Here’s to a brilliant first week."

They clinked glasses, and Evie took a sip. "Thanks, Tony. For the drink, for this, for everything. This week has been a dream come true."

Tony nodded, his expression sincere for once. "Just keep doing what you’re doing, Evie. I’m glad to have you. Now don’t go getting all weepy on me, I’m trying to cut back on sentiment."

They returned to the booth, where the team was waiting with smiles and cheers. "Alright, everyone," Tony announced. "Here’s to Evie and her first week at Stark Industries, and our lives being in very capable hands. Let’s make this a night we wished we could remember!"

The team raised their glasses, and Evie couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. She was exactly where she was meant to be. As she downed another gulp of her drink, she let all thoughts of work and code and trojans and missions fade to the back of her mind.

An hour passed as the group chatted and laughed, some breaking off to play pool, some (Sam) ending up on the dance floor in the middle of a bachelorette party. Steve and Bucky found themselves in a quiet debate in the back of the booth.

"You flip," Steve suggested, holding a coin between his fingers.

Bucky shook his head. "No way, you flip. Last time, I got stuck with the tab."

Steve chuckled. "Alright, alright. Heads, I offer. Tails, you do."

As he prepared to flip the coin, Evie noticed their quiet discussion and couldn’t help but be curious. Handing Nat the cue stick, she walked over to where they were sitting.

"What's this about a coin flip?" she asked, leaning against the table and giving them a teasing look.

Both men looked up, slightly caught off guard at someone returning to the booth. Evie guessed they usually ended up the only two still sober at the end of the night due to their Super Soldier something or other.

"Just a little game we play," Bucky said coolly, rolling the coin around in his metal fingers.

Steve nodded, smiling up at her. "Deciding who buys the next round."

Evie raised an eyebrow. "How about we skip the coin flip and both of you buy me a drink?"

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance. "Deal," Steve said, standing up. "What’s your poison?"

Evie pretended to think for a moment, tapping her chin. "Surprise me. But make it something good."

As Steve headed to the bar, Evie slid into the seat next to Bucky. "So, do you always use coin flips to make decisions?"

Bucky chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Only when we can't decide. Or when it's something important."

"Buying me a drink is important?" she asked, half a question and half a statement.

Bucky met her gaze, his blue eyes intense "You could say that."

Steve returned with two beers and a bright red drink with two cherries floating on top, setting them down on the table before sliding in on Evie’s other side. "One surprise drink, as requested."

Evie picked up her glass, examining the contents before taking a sip. "Hmm, not bad. Four stars, two enthusiastic thumbs up."

She leaned closer to them, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what else do you two decide with coin flips? Who gets the best mission assignments?"

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "No, that one's above our pay grade."

"But we do use it for simpler things," Bucky added. "Who gets to take the motorcycle, who has to run with Sam, things like that."

Evie laughed. "Sounds incredibly meticulous, very fitting of two Avengers. It must be fun, having your best friend to share all of this with."

Steve and Bucky exchanged another glance. "It has its moments," Steve said, his smile genuine.

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, it's not so bad."

“Do you share everything?” She tugged on a cherry stem, popping the fruit in her mouth.

“Not…everything.” Steve said slowly, eyes flicking down to her lips for a split second. “I’m sure the team would say we’re a package deal, but some things are still kept separate.”

Evie took another sip of her drink, watching them. "So, tell me," she said, leaning forward, her eyes locked onto theirs. "What’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately? You can flip the coin to decide who spills first."

Steve and Bucky glanced at her, then at each other, both grinning sheepishly.

"Honestly, our lives are pretty... regimented," Steve admitted. "Missions, training, repeat."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we don’t get much downtime. Not that we’re complaining, but it doesn’t leave a lot of room for…crazy."

Evie laughed, shaking her head. "You guys need to get out more.”

“Coming from the one who Stark had to drag out of the lab.” Bucky sipped his beer, not breaking eye contact.

“Forgive me for wanting to make sure the technology that’s going to keep your asses alive is foolproof.” She winked. “Besides, I have plenty of experience being out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well, I used to bartend, so I spent a lot of time in a place just like this," she said, gesturing around the bar.

"Doesn’t sound too crazy on your end either," Bucky said, leaning onto the table. "Unless you have another story sweetheart, you’re still talking about work."

Evie leaned onto her elbows, eyes locked on his. "I guess I just like to keep busy."

Steve looked thoughtful for a moment before a spark of an idea lit his eyes. "You know, maybe we should start doing something like that. Hold each other accountable for getting out and having fun."

Bucky shot him a curious glance, tearing his eyes from Evie’s. "What are you suggesting, Rogers?"

Steve shrugged, his smile growing. "I’m saying we make Friday nights our mandatory 'fun time.' No missions, no training, no work. Just us, going out and doing something together. If nothing else, it would get Sam to get off our case about being old and boring."

Evie raised her glass in a mock toast. "I like the sound of that. I could probably benefit from leaving the lab every now and then, wouldn’t want to turn into a mad scientist."

Bucky tilted his head, considering. "I’ve heard worse ideas."

"Great," Steve said, raising his own glass. "To Friday nights and mandatory fun."

They all clinked their glasses together, taking a long drink.

“Wait,” Evie fished her phone out of her purse. “Let’s take a photo to commemorate this historic agreement.” She held her arm out, fighting the flutter in her stomach as both men leaned closer on either side of her, smiling at the screen. “That’s a keeper, for sure.” She grinned, zipping her phone back into her bag.

As the night wore on, they continued to talk and laugh, different members of the team coming and going from the booth. No one stopped to ask them for photos or autographs, which Evie guessed is why they liked this place. She wondered if they were regulars, giggling at the thought of the ones who save the planet from intergalactic threats being regulars anywhere.

"So, what's the first thing we do for our new Friday night tradition?" Evie asked, leaning back in the booth.

Bucky eyed her as he raised the bottle to his lips. "Something tells me you’ve got some ideas."

Evie grinned. "I’ve got a few."

Steve chuckled. "We’re at your mercy. Here’s to new traditions and great company."

They clinked their glasses once more before Sam came to steal them all for a rousing game of darts. It was short lived, seeing as Bucky hit a bullseye with every single left-handed toss. As the evening wound down, the group made their way out of the bar just before last call. Tony had blown her a kiss across the bar an hour prior, he and Sam leaving with the bachelorette party. Nat and Wanda hopped into the car with Happy, waving goodbye as they pulled away from the curb. Evie fished her phone out of her bag, preparing to call an Uber as she swayed near the curb.

“Hold up, Evie,” Steve said, stepping closer. “We can drop you off.”

She looked up, eyes wide. “You guys don’t have to do that. Besides, you’ve been drinking too.”

Bucky smirked. “Super Soldiers, remember? Alcohol doesn’t affect us the same way.”

Evie hesitated, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Steve replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Well, okay then,” she said, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the alcohol. “Thanks.”

The drive back to her building was euphoric, the top was off in Steve’s jeep and the wind whipped through her hair. Evie leaned back in the middle of the backseat, spreading her arms wide as they drove through the night air. When they pulled up to her building, Steve put the car in park before hopping out to open her door and give her a hand down.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said, trying not to slur her words too much as she turned to look at them both. “And for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

Steve smiled. “So did we.”

As Steve hopped back into the driver’s seat, she leaned on the ledge of Bucky’s door. “Sweet dreams. I’ll see you guys on Monday.”

Bucky nodded, his expression softer than usual. “Looking forward to it.”

She gave them a small wave as she spun and headed into her building, feeling a strange mix of emotions. There was something about the way they’d cared for her, looked out for her, that disarmed her usual bravado and flirtation. It was a feeling she wasn’t entirely used to, but one she found herself liking.

Evie walked into her luxurious penthouse apartment, the city lights casting a soft glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She kicked off her heels and headed to her bedroom, the plush carpet soft under her feet. She tossed her bag on the bed and pulled out her phone, shooting the photo she’d taken earlier to Jade as she started to change into her pajamas.

Unsurprisingly, her phone buzzed only seconds later, despite it being the middle of the night. Jade was probably closing up The Bos anyways.

J: HOT

J: why do I feel like it won’t be long before i’m not the only one who’s fucked an Avenger?

E: a lady never tells…

J: a lady might not, but you better!

E: i’ll call you in the AM, sweet dreams baby J ;)

J: dirty dirty girl. talk soon. you better have a good story for me.

#bucky barnes #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #avengers #james bucky barnes #stucky x oc #stucky #Steve and Bucky #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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Doubts ~ Alden Parker 1/2

Summary: Alden Parker reconnects with his first love and it gets him all confused Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader Words count: 5k Warnings: age gap relationship Part 2 coming soon!

You didn’t want a big wedding, and neither did your fiancé Alden Parker. Both you and Alden had been married already. His, to Vivian, had been a huge deal; he let her and his mom take care of it, and it ended with a big ass wedding. You, on the other hand, eloped when you were pretty young.

Alden didn’t imagine he’d get married again. But he also never imagined he’d meet someone like you. Someone who makes him the happiest he’s ever been, someone who makes his life easier, someone who loves him unconditionally. He didn’t even plan the proposal. One day, he cheated death at work and all he could think of was you. All the things he wanted to tell you, everything he wanted to do with you, how he didn’t want to die just for the sole purpose to see your pretty face everyday. So, when he came home that day, he asked you to marry him.

You said yes. Alden knew you would, because you never hid the fact that you would like to someday. Your first marriage was a spur of the moment decision that didn’t last. In your mind, it barely felt like a marriage. And you wanted another try.

Especially with this man.

Not wanting a big wedding didn’t mean you’d elope, or wouldn’t prepare something.

You had found a small but beautiful venue already, there were less than fifty people invited - mostly family members and closest friends. No need to invite people you never see, right? The next decision was the caterer. You planned a meeting, making it at the most likely hour Alden would be free. You texted your fiancé to remind him about it. His answer was, ‘Why do you think I skipped lunch?’

You didn’t hear about him again though. At the meeting, you asked the caterer to wait just a little, saying that your fiancé should be here soon. After thirty minutes and unanswered texts, you decided to call Alden. Luckily, he picked up.

“Alden, where are you? We’ve been waiting for you for thirty minutes!”

“I’m sorry baby, we got called on a case. I’m outside of town, I won’t be able to make it. I’m truly sorry, can we reschedule?”

“I don’t know. I’ll see, but couldn’t you have given me a heads up earlier?”

“I should’ve, you’re right. Please forgive me, honey.”

“You know I can never stay mad at you, but don’t do it again, please. Do I still try their food?”

“Yes! Do like a pre-selection, and we’ll both come back for the final decision. That works?”

“I guess. How bad is your case?”

“It’s more—weird than bad. I’ll explain to you when I get home.”

“Alright, be safe Special Alden.”

He chuckled at this nickname you’ve been giving him for a while now. He loves it. “I love you, princess. I’m sorry, again.”

“I know, love you too.”

As said, you made a pre-selection on food and cake. The caterer was very nice and offered to take some samples home for Alden to try. Your fiancé, on the other hand, was having a bad idea after finding out that his identity had been stolen and it involved a murder. It was late when he showed up at Kasie’s lab, hoping she found out who stole his name, and everything that comes with it.

“Give me some good news, Kas. Please!”

“I wish, but I don’t have a name yet. What I can tell you is that whoever it is, they know a lot about you and you need to change all of your passwords.”

“Yeah, I worked on the most important things already and I’ll do the rest once I get home.”

Kasie grinned while Alden looked at her, confused. She tapped on her keyboard and a picture showed up on her screen. A picture of you and Alden.

“Home to your fiancé?”

Alden chuckled and stared at the picture. It was a selfie you took during birdwatching. You were both bundled up because it was during winter. Alden was wearing your beanie he’s been refusing to give back, his arm is around your shoulders and he’s kissing your cheek while you’re smiling at the camera.

“Do the others know?”

“Not yet. But why are you hiding her from us?”

“Kasie, come on. Don’t tell me that when you saw the picture, you didn’t think that I was too old for her.”

“I honestly didn’t. I mean, do I see the age difference? Yes. But it doesn’t shock me or anything. You two look super cute together!”

“All on her. But don’t worry, y’all have seats at our wedding, I’m just waiting for the right time to bring it up.”

“I can’t wait! Congratulations,” Kasie goes in for a hug, Alden freezes, as he’s not used to that kind of attention at work, for just a second before returning the embrace.

“Thank you, Kas. Does she need to change all her passwords and everything?”

“Doesn’t look like they were interested in her, but better be safe than sorry.”

“Alright. I’m gonna get home to my girl and explain to her why I missed the caterer appointment.”

And he did just that. When he got home, he found you in the greenhouse, curled up on the couch with a book, and some music playing. “Evening my love,” you greeted him with a soft smile and he immediately crashed on the couch with you, his head finding its way on your lap. You put your book down, and started playing with his hair. “Tell me.”

“Well, we had a murder victim in a cheap motel, and the room was rented—by me.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I got my identity stolen.” He rose up from your lap, kissing you softly. “Spent the rest of my day resetting pretty much everything. You can cut the credit card you have from my bank account, my phone password is now the six first digits of your social, and you probably should change all your passwords too, just in case.” He kissed you again, “so yeah, that was my day.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. Do you know who did this?” It was so insane you couldn’t figure out what to say more.

“Not yet, but I will. How did the appointment go?”

“Wait right here”

You stood and went to get all the food in the kitchen. You settled everything on the coffee table in the greenhouse, separated in three groups: fav, need something different, not your thing. You offered Alden to dig in while he told you more about his awful day. And he had a lot to say, because he was infuriated.

“How could this happen? I protect everything, use probably more safety softwares than anyone,”

“Tell me about it.” You rolled your eyes, and it earned the reaction you were hoping for as he playfully threw his napkin to you. Ever since you’ve been dating Alden, you learned more about technology than you’d ever cared for. He scolded you more times than you could count because you’re not being safe enough online.

“I just don’t understand. Who and why? And how is it related to our murder case? By the way, this is good!”

“Salmon toast.” You informed him. “And I know you’ll answer those questions very quickly. I just hope you’re not in danger.”

“No, princess, don’t worry. Can we move on to the cakes now?”

You went to the kitchen again to get the two cake samples you came home with. “I’ll let you figure out which one is my fav.” You put the pieces in front of him, and kissed him. You’re barely back on the couch that he’s pointing at one of them.

“That’s your fav.”

You sighed and giggled. “We don’t have any secrets left from each other, do we?”

He grabbed your fav, and started tasting it. “By the way, did he make you pay for taking all of this home?”

“Um, no. I suppose it’ll be on the check after the wedding.”

He fed you some cake.

“But what if we don’t choose him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was a commercial gesture. So, what do you think?”

“I think he was hitting on you.”

You laughed at that.

“Den. I was there for our wedding. That’d be bold of him.”

“Doesn’t stop some men, nor brides. And he saw that your fiancé stood you up. I’m sure he was very comforting about that.”

“Actually, he—was. But he didn’t hit on me!”

“Sure, princess. Sure.” He put the plate down and grabbed the other piece of cake. The man can eat, especially when it’s something sweet.

“Alden, I’m serious!” You’re uncontrollably giggling. He wasn’t upset or anything. People hitting on you or flirting with you has been a part of his life, even when he’s right there. But he trusts you with all his heart. Whether that guy was hitting on you, whether he was a hot dude or not, Alden knew you only saw the caterer in him. And that’s something that makes him love you even more.

“Then, tell me he didn’t give you his phone number.”

“His phone number is his business number, I already had it. HA.”

He chuckled with his mouth full, seeing how proud you were to prove him wrong.

“Okay, point for you. I guess we’ll see at the next appointment.”

“If you show up.”

“Hey, that’s very uncalled for!”

“Yeah well, you deserved it.” You kissed his cheek briefly but Alden had other plans. He put the second plate down before grabbing you by the waist to bring you onto his lap. He held your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumb, “How did I get this lucky?” He whispered before leaning in for a kiss that you happily and eagerly welcomed.

It quickly turned into a make out session that just as quickly turned into passionate sex in the greenhouse. Once you both caught your breath and found your strength back, Alden carried you to the bathroom where you showered together.

Alden always wakes up earlier than you, but the next day, he woke up extremely early. This identity thief thing is driving him crazy and he needs to figure it out the fastest possible. He tried to get ready as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake you up. He made himself a coffee that he drank quickly, left a note on the kitchen island, and went to give you a forehead kiss before leaving for the office. “Be safe, Special Alden.” you sleepily told him. He cursed under his breath for waking you up.

“Always. You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Who’s gonna bring the news to my boyfriend?”

“It’s 6am, you can’t joke at 6am while your eyes aren’t even open.”

“That’s my superpower.”

Eyes still closed, you found his collar and pulled him into you. His lips found yours.

“Baby, I gotta get to work.”

“It’s 6am, you said so!”

“And there’s someone out there who stole my identity.”

Your eyes were now opened as you tried to unbutton his shirt, but Alden immediately grabbed your hands to make you stop.

“Please, it was hard enough to get out of this bed.” He was literally giving you puppy eyes.

“Fine.” you pecked him, “Leave now.” You completely let go of him, he kissed you one more time before rushing out of the apartment, shouting his love for you on his way.

Alden and the team figured out who stole his identity during the day. And he immediately figured out how this guy did it. Ryan is Alden’s first love’s son, his mother probably told him about young Alden Parker. But that wasn’t the worst part of this, because Ryan was actually their suspect for the murder. And he had to go see a woman he hasn’t seen in over 40 years to tell her that.

This day wasn’t going like he had planned.

He was a nervous wreck on the way to Joy’s house. He knew what she looked like thanks to the internet, but he had no idea what her reaction would be, especially since he wasn’t coming with good news. He’s not a dad, but he can imagine what a parent would feel at that moment.

He definitely did not expect to get sucker punched in the stomach though. Did he deserve that?

Over the conversation, he finally understood what had happened all those years ago. Why Joy’s parents decided to move away one day - he was the reason -, why she never wrote back to him even though she kept every one of his letters - that Ryan stole and used to steal Alden’s identity.

The case was far from over and he couldn’t dwell on all of this and more. But he knew he’d come back, without Tim to listen.

The ride back to the office was pretty silent.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Tim kindly offered.

“Not really. I need time to process.”

“Fair enough. You uncovered a lot and I’m sure there’s more.”

Alden grabbed his phone and realized you sent him a text over an hour ago. The kind of texts you send him everyday when he’s at work, to let him know that you’re thinking of him.

‘Love you, Superman. I may have some company when you get home tonight, please don’t be jealous. Take some time to breathe and stay hydrated (coffee doesn’t do the trick).’

‘Not jealous, but who’s the company? Also, coffee is made with…water. I love you.’

‘My boyfriend I told you about this morning. My sweet Max.’

He chuckled when reading your text. Max is your neighbor’s eight years old son, whom you and/or Alden babysit sometimes. The neighbor is a single mom who works two jobs to give the best life possible to her son, and the father has never been seen nor heard of.

‘The only other guy you can have in your life. Is he sleeping over?’

‘You’re too restrictive. Unsure yet.’

“You good, Parker?”

“Uh? Yeah yeah, sorry it’s my fiancé, just being herself.”

“Fiancé???”

“So— Kasie can keep a secret.”

Alden spent the rest of the ride telling Tim about you, your relationship, the wedding and why he kept it a secret until now.

“Are you going to tell her about Joy?” McGee asked as they were walking from the parking lot to the office.

“Yes. No reason I keep that to myself, right?”

Right?

An hour after you got home from work, your neighbor dropped off her son. Little Max immediately hugged you, clearly happy to spend time with you. His mom thanked you again for babysitting him, and it turned out he’s spending the night and you’d drop him off at school in the morning. When Max first appears, you directly saw that he was carrying his avocado plant, which was growing. And when his mom left, he rushed to the greenhouse, putting his plant to its designated place. “You’re taking such good care of it, Alden’s gonna be very happy.”

“Thank you. Is he coming home soon?”

“I hope so, I’ll text him.”

“Can I water the plants?”

“How about we wait for him to do it? We wouldn’t want to overfeed them, right?”

“You’re right! Can we play a game?”

“Sure, you know where they are.”

He rushed again but this time to the closet where the board games are. You took this opportunity to text Alden.

‘Max has been here for less than 5min and he’s already asking for you. Coming home soon? ❤️’

Little boy came back with a game and you two settled in the greenhouse to play. During the game, he told you about school, his friends, what he’s been up to like you hadn’t seen each other for months, even though you babysat him the previous week. He reminded you about his big soccer game on Saturday, asking again if you and Alden would be here.

“Of course we will be here, cutie. Gotta support our champ!”

He smiled big, extremely proud.

‘Just wrapping up, do I grab McDonalds on my way? Secret tho.’

‘Do you remember our orders?’

‘Yes, my chicken lovers.’

“Is it Den texting you?”

“Yes, he’ll be home soon.”

“Cool!”

As soon as Max heard the door opening and closing, he ran to meet Alden. You giggled and joined them, to see Max hanging onto your fiancé like a koala hanging onto a tree. Your heart melted instantly, just like every time you see them together. You grabbed the McDonalds bag from Alden’s hands and he properly hugged the little boy. “I’m happy to see you, buddy.”

When his little feet touched the floor, he grabbed Alden’s hand. “Come see my avocado plant!”

“Just a sec, bud.”

Of course he needed to put his weapon in the secure box. “Can I kiss my fiancée?”

“Yes but quick!”

Smiling, he approached to give you a kiss. “Hey you.”

“Hello handsome.”

He joined Max in the greenhouse, to look at the plant. You snapped a picture behind their backs. “You’re doing good, Max.” He praised him and the little boy was very proud.

“Can we water the plants now?”

“Food first,” you called out. “Unless you want to eat cold nuggets.”

The three of you ate, as Max did the same resume to Alden he did to you. You listened to them, looked at them, and thought about how you’d love to have your own baby with Alden. Your mini Alden Parker. And your fiancé caught your eyes, probably reading your mind.

After dinner, they finally water the plants. Then you all played a quick game, and settled in front of a short movie. Max was between you and Alden, enjoying some cuddles. You know that it was past his bedtime when Max got into bed, but your time with him is so limited, you and Alden want to enjoy as much as you can.

Your man was finally able to take his long awaited shower, and found you waiting for him on the bed.

“You know you can take your shirt off when you’re in our room, right?” You teased him. Once he showers, Alden only has some loose shorts on, bare chested. But when Max is over, he makes sure to have a shirt on. Just like you make sure to wear appropriate clothes too.

“If I take my shirt off, you’re gonna jump on me.” He climbs into bed with you, covering your body with his.

“You make it sound like I can’t control myself.”

“You can’t control yourself. But I love that about you.”

He kisses you softly, before resting his head in your neck.

“You never had it this good, did you?”

He chuckles and you can hear it in your entire body. “Never.”

You laid down silently like this for a moment.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, sounds serious. Tell me.”

He moved away to lay down next to you, facing each other. And he started to tell you about his day. Figuring out who stole his identity, and then that this guy was his first love’s son.

Alden had told you about Joy once. You were still getting to know each other, and talking about past relationships. He didn’t really go into details as he didn’t know what went wrong back then. But now he knows.

“So, you saw her today? For the first time in what—over forty years?”

“Yup.” He breathed out.

“And— what did that make you feel?”

“I—“ he thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I mean, it was—weird. I didn’t expect to see her again, and definitely not in those circumstances.”

“I bet. Since you haven’t found her son yet, you’ll probably see her again?”

“Very plausible, yes.”

You stroked his beard, “Do I need to worry?” You genuinely asked.

“What? Baby, no!” He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm softly. “I love you, and it’s not changing, believe me. Yes, it’s disturbing to see her again, but you have nothing to worry about.” He looked so sincere, you couldn’t doubt him. He leaned in to kiss you softly. You wanted more, but neither of you are comfortable with having sex when Max is sleeping over. So you settled for cuddles.

In the morning, you and Alden woke up at the same time to prepare Max a healthy breakfast before waking him up. It took him a long moment to actually wake up. “Next time, no movie.” Alden whispered to you as you were both looking at Max practically sleeping above his pancakes.

“We say that every time.”

“True. Wakey wakey, Max!”

The little boy was straddled. “Do you want me or Alden to take you to school?”

“Both of you!”

You looked at Alden. “Can you drop me off at work?”

“Sure but we don’t take off at the same time.” He answered.

“There’s something called Uber. Very good creation.”

“What’s Uber?” Max asked.

You and Alden never carpool as his schedule is too random. It was nice to do it that morning, with Max in the backseat. Sweet boy made sure to kiss both of you before leaving the car to go into school. “I love you!” He said right before closing the door. You both spent a long time staring at each other in disbelief that the car behind honked.

“Did he mean it?” Alden asked as he drove off.

“Kids don’t say things like that if they don’t mean it.”

“He never said it before, right?”

“Nope. But it’s okay. I mean, he sees us a lot, he hears us saying it to each other, he likes being with us. We’re like his fav aunt and uncle.”

“Alright. I guess it makes sense.”

“We shouldn’t be overthinking this.”

But you spent the day thinking about two things only: Max’s “I love you”, and Alden probably seeing his ex again. You were clearly overthinking.

Alden didn’t really want to see Joy again. Mostly because he didn’t want to feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel. It’s never easy to see your first love, but it’s worse when you never had closure. It stopped so abruptly. One day, she was his whole world and the next one, she was gone and never heard of again until now. Her departure was the reason he turned his life around, stopped being the juvie he was from a young age. But it wasn’t about the departure per se. He changed for her, he would’ve anyways. He wanted to be a better man for Joy, being worth her love. At 16, he already imagined marrying her, spending his entire life with her. Sixteen years old Alden Parker considered Joy Sullivan to be the love of his life.

And he was never able to shake that feeling away.

But the case took him back to her house. He needed her help to find Ryan, and it turned out he was right there, hiding at his mother’s house. Alden was upset that she started to lie, but could he really hold it against her? She did what every mother would’ve done. As he was driving back to the headquarters with Joy in the passenger seat and Ryan in the back, his mind shifted off to Max. He loves this boy very much, and he would adopt him on the spot if he could. He knows you’d too. And you’d probably do exactly what Joy did to protect that little guy.

“Park, are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re gonna do everything to help my kid, right? He’s very stupid and did some bad stuff, but he’s not a murderer.”

“Joy—“

“Please, Park.”

Not many people call him Park anymore. You hated that nickname from the beginning. ‘Why don’t they call you Parking Lot while they are at it?’ You told him, making him laugh. And at NCIS, he’s either Alden or Parker. Which he preferes.

When he felt Joy’s hand on his arm, he almost jumped off his seat while driving. Physical contact cannot be added. He looked briefly at her and realized she needed to be reassured. “I’ll do my best.” He told her. She didn’t take her hand away immediately, but instead squeezed his biceps. He can’t tell you that or it’d drive you crazy.

You texted Alden a couple of times throughout the day. The first one received a brief answer while the second remained unanswered. After work, you ran some errands for the wedding, scheduled another appointment with the caterer, got a little something for Max to give him after his game on Saturday, and got some groceries. You spent some time on the phone with your best friend to schedule your wedding dress shopping, even though you knew exactly what you wanted. She’s insisting on throwing you a bachelorette party but you keep fighting her off. As you were cooking, you called Alden’s best friend Jeremy to know when he’ll be free to go with Alden to try on wedding suits.

“Sweetie, I hope Parker is not letting you organize everything by yourself?”

“He’s been quite busy with work lately, but it’s okay. I enjoy doing it.”

“Alright. Is Eli still the ring bearer?”

“With Max.” You reminded him.

“Hey I’m good with it, it’s Eli who’s not happy to share the spotlight.”

“Tell him no one is stealing his godfather away.”

“Sure will. Have you heard about his sister?”

“The Admiral who thinks this wedding is a joke? Of course not.”

“More food for us, right?”

“I honestly don’t care but I know it’ll hurt Den if she doesn’t show up.”

“But he’ll be married to the love of his life, and that’s the most important.”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Uh oh. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Sweetie, please.”

Not a lot of people know Alden the way Jeremy knows him. If someone could reassure you, that’d be him. So you told him about Alden’s latest case and Joy. Jeremy didn’t hesitate a second before being reassuring, telling you how much Alden loves you.

“He loves you so much he’s marrying you. And believe me, that was not in his plans.”

“I know— Can I ask you something, Jer?”

“Sure.”

“Has he ever talked about kids to you?”

“You mean having kids with you?”

“Yes.”

“Briefly. He does think he’s too old to have kids now. But—I feel like it wouldn’t take much work to convince him. He always wanted to be a dad.”

“He’d make a wonderful dad.”

“And you’d make an amazing mama.”

“Thank you, Jer. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“None of that! We’re family.”

When you hung up, you cried because of those last words. You didn’t have a family of your own anymore so it meant the world to have a chosen family now, that you have thanks to one man only.

You were already in bed when Alden got home. It can happen, nothing new there, but that night felt different because you couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because of her. You quickly turned off your night light, put your phone down and pretended to sleep. You heard Alden slowly entering the bedroom, probably to check on you. He took off some of his clothes and circled the bed to be on your side. He pushed hair off your face and gently kissed your forehead. His lips lingered on your skin, and you couldn’t pretend any longer. “Welcome home.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t in deep sleep, it’s okay. You got home late.”

“I know. Case may involve some spies, it’s—shitty. How was your day?”

“How about you go take your shower and join me? There’s some food in the fridge if you want.”

“Be back in 5.”

He kissed your forehead again and was off to the bathroom. You watched the time and it was more than fifteen minutes long. You hate reading into the little things like this, but you can’t shake that gut feeling.

Alden finally crawled under the sheets, and spooned you, kissing your shoulder. His arms trapped you and you loved every second of it. You softly kissed his left hand. “I can’t wait til there’s a ring there.”

“Two months.”

“Yup. And you’re going to try on suits next weekend with Jer.”

“Alright. Did you check with him?”

“Of course. Also, Tay is insisting on throwing me a bachelorette party, but I think there’s no point, cause I don’t have enough women in my life to make it an actual party—“

“I’m sure Kasie, Jess and Delilah would love to be a part of it.”

You forced your way out of his arms so you could turn around to face him. “Do they finally know?”

“I told you I’d tell them before the wedding.”

“Well yes, but why now? During—this case?”

“It has nothing to do with Joy. Kasie figured it out when she worked on finding out how and who stole my identity. Just made sense to tell everyone else.”

Smiling big, you grabbed his sweet face and kissed him. You’ve been wanting him to tell his team from the beginning but didn’t want to pressure him as you knew why he wasn’t telling them. It didn’t go well when his coworkers at the FBI found out he was dating someone 20 years younger than him.

“So, can I meet them?”

He chuckled. “Yes, we’ll organize something after the case. Okay?”

You kissed him more, and more intensely. You didn’t have sex yesterday, and that was one day too much. Alden answered your kisses but when he felt your hands traveling south, he stopped. “Baby, I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

Alden turned you down a few times in the past, just like you turned him down too. You never thought of it twice, nor were disappointed about it, sometimes you’re not in the mood and that’s okay. But it was different that night. Was he really exhausted or was it because of her? You tried to hide your overthinking, and laid back down.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

He cuddled you for a few minutes, before turning to his side. Leaving you with so many questions you only fell asleep around 4am. When your alarm went off, you grabbed your phone and were ready to throw it across the room. But the bed felt cold. You moved your legs around…empty. You listened and the apartment was silent. You went to the kitchen and found a note where it always is.

‘Early morning. Have a nice day, princess. Love you.’

Did you not feel his usual forehead kiss or did he not give it?

The case was solved during the day. Ryan was indeed innocent, as his girlfriend was killed by Russian spies. Alden was very happy to put this one to rest, even though he knew it wasn’t solving what was going on through his mind. It just kept getting worse.

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