fandoms: the suite life/henry danger
rating: G
word count: 271
tags: aged-up characters, established relationship, future fic, mild hurt/comfort
Zack’s mouth twisted into a frown as he examined the other boy. There was a red mark blooming across his left cheekbone, and split along his bottom lip. His insides sank. Despite his desperation to do so, he knew there was nothing he could say to bring back the light in those puppy-dog brown eyes, or the bright smile that’s long since taken up a permanent residence in his head.
At that point, it was simply a waiting game.
Oh look, a finished one shot fic !! Started as a drabble for my dear friend @leonspuppy and turned into a whole story (oops #sorrynotsorry) /-\
Synopsis: You go out with Leon & some work friends, things get a little uncomfortable so you leave and Leon has to comfort you at home
Notes/Warnings: my first fic! (posted at least), mention of bullying (@reader, not coming from Leon), gender neutral reader (no pronouns), lots of crying/sad vocab, fluff/comfort, no use of “y/n”
You had just wanted to get along with Leon’s friends and agreed to a night out with them. The two of you had decided to leave the work get-together early when you had ended up the victim of a scream attack. One of his coworkers had gotten a little too drunk and tried to make a fool of you in front of the unit. They kept on saying how Leon was too good for you and you were just a lost dog following him around. You couldn’t take it and started crying right then and there, another thing for them to pick on you about. Leon did his best to step in, which was him getting in between you two and telling them in a stern tone, “that’s enough.” He then took you by the hand and pulled you out of the building, the sound of that coworker’s yelling fading into the crowded bar.
Now, Leon’s hand was holding onto you just as strongly as when he rescued you from that awful situation. He held it the whole way home, even in the car with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping you tightly; he only let go to help you out of the car, then it was right back to your hand. Tears were streaming silently down your face as Leon led you back to your shared apartment. As he carefully guided you up the stairs, he took glances back at you, a twinge of pain showing on his face as he looked at your tear stained cheeks.
“P-please don’t cry, babydoll. We’re almost home,” he said with such concern. He almost sounded like he would cry too.
When you reached the door to your place, he stopped to peer into you once more. You didn’t want to look at him, make him see the pained expression you wore and your eyes trailed downwards, looking down at your feet. His hands found the sides of your face, making you face him. You couldn’t help but look into his baby blues and you broke down once again. The tears wouldn’t stop, you let them take over, and the whole ordeal turned Leon into a nervous wreck.
“W-whoa, hey, I’m sorry, what did- did I do something?” You just kept crying and fell into him. He held you, a little bit confused, but was as delicate as possible while he reached into his pocket for the house keys. “I-I can’t find em,” you heard him muttering to himself, “dammit, where’d they go?”
You tried your best to calm down enough to search within your own pockets. You stayed pressed against his chest, fumbling till you found the keys in your jacket pocket. Although without the strength to speak, you pulled away from Leon enough to place the keys in one of his hands.
“You always were more responsible than me in most things,” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You sniffled, wanting to let out a little bit of a laugh, but the tears continued to flow. When he realized that was no help, he ushered you through the door after unlocking it as quickly as possible.
Leon reached for you, taking the jacket from your shoulders and placing it on the hooks by the door along with his own. In the next instance, he gathered you into his arms once more. You continued to cry into his chest and he made gentle shushing sounds as he navigated your mushed bodies to the bedroom. He managed to sit you both on the bed, still holding you close. He placed a kiss on your head.
“I’m sorry if I can’t do more for you right now,” he spoke into your hair. “I wish I was better at this kind of thing.” He then began to stroke your hair, gentle comforting pats to your head in hopes to comfort you more.
“Y-you don’t think I-I’m a d-dog, do you Leon,” you questioned between sniffles and hiccups. You felt him pause his movements and grow a little tense, causing you to look up at him. He had an apologetic look on his face as he looked down at you.
“I didn’t mean for you to think I was petting you! I just- I thought it would be soothing or, su-something,” he stammered, trying to get out an explanation. Now you couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I liked it,” you stated. Relief washed over his expression.
“Should I … keep going?”
You hesitated, but then nodded. He continued his movements, his fingertips weaving through your hair and sending slight goosebumps on your skin at the sensation. You sighed in relief, your breath hitching as you stopped a sob from ripping through you. A few moments of this went by as you melted further into him with each touch.
“I like to think of you more as a puppy I can take care of.” Leon’s voice was low, almost a whisper, his words filled with a caring tone. He chuckled a little and added, “In a good way.” You smiled into his chest.
“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s puppy,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled. You felt him chuckle again, the slight vibration against your face making you smile more. You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed lightly.
“Thank you, Leon.”
He pulled away slightly, arms still around you, but enough so he could see you. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“For what?” You let out a giggle.
“For making me feel better, silly man.”
You could see a slight blush on his face as his eyes looked elsewhere, avoiding eye contact. He was so cute, you couldn’t help yourself and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That got him turning redder and he immediately became flustered. He stood up, clearly nervous and lost on what to do next.
“I uh - I should probably take a shower. Been a long day and what not,” he forced out. He was almost tripping over his own words as he made his way towards the bathroom. You couldn’t help but laugh.
After Leon had finished up, you went to shower soon after. When you both were comfortable and ready for bed, you got snuggled up under the covers. He had an arm under you, resting his hand over your shoulder as you leaned your head on his chest.
“I’m sorry about my stupid friends,” he said out of the blue. His tone was defeated. It all caught you by surprise, your heart skipping a beat as you recalled the encounter at the bar.
“I know he was really drunk,” Leon continued, “but that doesn’t excuse the way he talked to you. I’ll have a talk with him at the station next time I see him.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “You don’t deserve that kind of talk. You’re more to me than they’ll ever know.”
You almost teared up at his words, so much happiness filling your heart. Bringing your arm over his middle, you gave him a light squeeze.
“They were right about one thing,” you teased.
“And what’s that?”
“You’re definitely too good for me.”
Leon laughed and embraced you. His arms wrapped around you, enveloping you, pressing you tighter against him.
pretty sure @sunsetcurve tagged me in this like, a week ago but let's just pretend like that's not true lskdjf (love you, bestie <3)
rules of the game are to post one sentence/excerpt from your wip that starts with each letter of the word you’re given. my word is LOVERS
• Light floods the darkened hall, tobacco now burning his nostrils as he’s hit with a rush of cool air, his room noticeably cooler than the rest of the empty house. - gazing at the stars (but i only see you)
• One of the airline workers stationed at the podium by the gate is eyeing him like a hawk, her hand gripping the phone like a lifeline, no doubt so she can call security at a moment’s notice if he causes any more trouble. - i'm here, i'm yours
(I didn't actually have a sentence that starts with 'V" so I'm going with this one. close enough)
• A voice that makes Henry’s blood run cold. He glances up just as the voice in question flops down into the empty desk beside him.
Great. And here he was thinking this day couldn’t get any worse. - my (fake) boyfriend
• Except, he doesn’t think it’s Maya’s. It’s stronger, sharper than her more delicate features.
And his mind doesn’t recall the faint whiff of her flowery perfume.
It’s sweeter. More sugary.
No, it’s more like….
Bubblegum. - my (fake) boyfriend
• “Remember? You needed a place to crash those nights you were drinking or high or something, and you didn’t want to risk your mom finding out?”
Zack nods. “Right. Well, yeah, if she caught me sneaking in and figured out I’d been smoking or something? She would’ve killed me dead.” He moves to stare up at the ceiling. “And, sure, that was true for the occasional weekend…” He trails off. -- i'm here, i'm yours
• Still, he had been in Henry’s exact position before, so surely he could think of something--something he wished the other person would’ve said when he was facing the same heartache. -- partners in crime(fighting)
no pressure tagging @happinessismagicc @babbieblabs and anyone else that sees this and might wanna do it! <3 your word is HEART (or HEARTBREAK if you really wanna go for it 👀)
Currently crying cuz I thought of some more sad shit to write about Leon
Tell Me You Love Me by Demi Lovato
After missions go bad or bad days in general you just have to hold Leon in your arms and he just miserably whispers, it's almost silent, he says "tell me you love me." His forehead on your shoulder, his lips pressed against your skin just muttering so low "tell me, I have to hear that someone needs me"
It's so hard to imagine it but with someone he can be vulnerable with, the tears come slowly and silently. You feel them on your skin as he continues, the whispers becoming hoarse, "please tell me, tell me you love me, please."
Edit: anyway if anyone wants a longer version ... it's in the works
Trick or Treat! I hope you have a super-duper wonderful Halloween! I love you too! 💜
ahh, thank you, bestie!!! I hope you're having a fun Halloween too!!! 💕💕
ask box trick-or-treating: fic writer edition!
This snippet is from the same halloween fic as this excerpt. I apologize, this is really long, but I liked it and I couldn't bring myself to cut it off 😅 (also, like i said before, please forgive the fact that this is kinda messy since it's still a first draft)
Henry shrugged and sank lower in his chair, absentmindedly picking at the peeling label of his root beer bottle. “Who knows? He started complaining about remakes and how they don’t do the originals justice, so I stopped listening.”
Jasper snorted. “We could always do something else,” he suggested.
“Like…?”
“Party?”
“You mean the parties we weren’t invited to?”
Jasper rifled through the bowl of candy on the table. “Maybe you weren’t invited to,” he mumbled under his breath.
Henry rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself when there was a knock at the front door. He was barely out of his seat before Piper came flying down the stairs, screeching, “IT’S FOR ME!” as she went. The three of them instinctively glanced toward the door as she pulled it open, Henry resisting the urge to flinch at her harsh, grating voice.
He took a swig of his root beer, almost swallowing his tongue in the process, when he caught sight of who was standing on the other side of the threshold. Jasper whirled around to look at him at an almost neck-breaking speed, eyes wide, as Henry leaned across the table towards Charlotte.
“Why is Zack Martin at my house?” he whispered.
Charlotte peered at him, brows furrowed. “How should I know?”
“Did you bring it? Did you bring it?!” Piper gushed, practically bouncing on her heels. Zack nodded as he stepped through the door, using his foot to nudge it shut after him. Henry tried to force himself to look anywhere but at Zack, but it was no use. His eyes always ended up traveling back in spite of himself.
Zack was already in costume: a ’50s greaser-style outfit, complete with cuffed jeans, black Converse high-tops, and a leather jacket that made Henry’s heart rattle around his ribcage.
“Hey, Swellview,” Zack chirped as he caught Henry’s gaze while following Piper to the counter.
Henry’s pretty sure Zack also said hello to his friends, but he was too busy trying to remember what words were to really know for sure. He had to settle on giving Zack some awkward chin nod in lieu of a verbal greeting.
“Here it is!” Zack announced, setting down the scroll-like object in his hand before he unfurled it across the countertop. Henry craned his neck to get a better view. “A map of all the best trick-or-treat spots, including all the places with full-size candy bars.”
Piper stared down at it with a greedy smile, looking like a little kid who had just been let loose in a candy store with an unlimited budget (although Henry supposed that really wasn’t that far from the actual situation).
Henry’s so focused on the fact that Zack Martin’s currently standing in his kitchen, smelling like stale cigarettes and cheap cologne and making his teenage hormones go absolutely haywire, that he forgets to ask how Piper even knew he had such a map.
trick or treat !!!!!!! happy halloween, i love u sm <33333
sdlfkjds thank you, bestie, ilyyy!!! 🥺💕🥺💕 (and i know i already said it in your inbox but) happy halloween!!!!!!
idk how far i'll get with this fic because i only have like three half-scenes written and it's not really taking precedence right now but Henry gets stuck reliving Halloween so it felt appropriate anyway 😅 (also, forgive the messiness, it's still in very first draft mode)
ask box trick-or-treating: fic writer edition!
Warning for underage smoking:
“You good?”
Zack’s voice sounded far away as it startled Henry from his spiral.
He blinked, feeling like he was coming out of a daze as he turned to see Zack watching him intently, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth while he held up a silver lighter he had yet to click to life.
Henry didn’t respond. He wasn’t quite sure how.
No, I’m not because I’m stuck in a time loop, and the smartest person I know can’t figure out how to break it, so I’m probably cursed to stay in it forever?
He wasn’t really in the mood to have Zack stare at him as if he’s lost his mind.
He watched a pile of dead leaves swirl across the sidewalk as Zack tried again, “Swellvie—”
“Can I ask you a question?” Henry interrupted, whirling around so fast it made the other boy's eyes momentarily go wide before he quickly recovered.
“You just did." Henry heard the familiar hiss and click of the lighter, the strong scent of cigarette smoke burning his nostrils as Zack added, “But go for it.”
