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Wonyoung x Reader: On an evening in Roma

A/N:Here's the final part of my Wonyoung Fic, fluff because sometimes happy endings do exist.

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"Yujin, we need to talk." The Company Representative said, Yujin nodding as she gestured for the girls, save for Wonyoung who had already left, to go and rest in the dorm "What's going on?" Yujin tried to ask as politely as she could, trying with all her might to hide her contempt. "What's wrong with Wonyoung? We've been getting so many negative comments about Wonyoung looking down or uninterested, the people are accusing the Company of mistreating Wonyoung! Can you believe that?" The representative bemoaned, Yujin raising an eyebrow at the comment. Was this representative a new hire? "Yeah, no way." Yujin dryly quipped, but once again, it went over the representative's head "Well, whatever it is, go deal with it." The representative left with a huff

Yujin rolled her eyes as soon as the representative was out of view, could the company really be so dense? She wasn't wrong though, and Yujin knew it. It got worse since you left. Wonyoung refused to leave her room unless it was for schedules, not even Gaeul could get her to eat anymore. Plates of food for her would go untouched, and there was no more spark in her eyes anymore.

Laying on her bed, Yujin stared at the ceiling, the parcel you had sent her laying to her side as she pondered her next course of action. Inside the parcel was a burner phone, in it a letter with an address in Italy, and one phone number, one Yujin assumed was yours, to call you in case of an emergency. Did this one count? Turning to face the phone, Yujin lightly ran her fingers across it, when suddenly, she felt her head throwback, a thought flashing through her head. The events of December the Second flashed across Yujin's mind, the funeral and your barricading of Dispatch, Leeseo's outburst, everything. Then, the name, "Xin" Bolting up from the horrible vision she had received, she quickly ran to Wonyoung's room "Wonyoung! Are you okay?" Yujin shouted, banging on the door desperately Getting no response, Yujin grew frantic, quickly barging into the room, looking around desperately, seeing Wonyoung laying on her bed. "Wony! Are you okay?" Yujin quickly moved toward Wonyoung, only stopping when Wonyoung turned, glaring at her. "I told you not to call me that. Y/N called me that." Wonyoung coldly replied, turning away "Please, Wonyoung, it was Y/N's choice..." Yujin tried to talk, only for Wonyoung to turn around, eyes burning in a rage. "You could have told me! I could have talked to them! I could have convinced them to stay! That we could work this all out!" Wonyoung screamed, hand gripped tight, Yujin turning away. "I didn't want to tell you this...but Wonyoung, I tried to keep Y/N here. The girls and I decided that if the two of you wanted to fight the company, we'd do it too." Yujin admitted, seeing Wonyoung deflate a little. "I wanted to fight too, but Y/N wanted to leave, they didn't want to ruin our careers. But I know the two of you, Wonyoung, and I know Y/N regrets it already." Yujin said, sitting next to Wonyoung as she processed what Yujin was saying. "I promise you we'll fight if we have to." Yujin said, before looking at the parcel in her hand, contemplating her next move, before she set the parcel on Wonyoung's bed, taking Wonyoung's hand in hers. "Wony, listen, I don't know what you want to do, but this is an option for you. I just want you to know that if you want to fight, the girls will fight with you." Yujin whispered as she reassuringly gripped Wonyoung's hand, before turning to leave the room. Wonyoung quickly tackled her into a hug, tears falling as she embraced the person she had long considered a sister "Thank you Yujin, I'm sorry." Wonyoung muttered through sobs, as Yujin patted her bag with a smile on her face, trying her best to stifle her tears. "What are you going to do now?" Yujin looked on in confusion as Wonyoung reached across the bed, grabbing her phone "Hi, this is Wonyoung. Could we move the event to another city?" "Rome, Italy."

"Thank you, come again!" You bowed, as you handed the elderly couple their drink, the two smiling as they bowed in return. Your shoulders deflated as they left the cafe, relaxing a little as you leaned on the counter behind you, your manager Andrea chuckling as she slid you a chair, allowing you to rest your legs "Thanks Andrea." You chuckle, wiping the sweat off your forehead. "You've adjusted pretty well so far. Never had an employee, especially a foreign one, assimilate so quickly. Tell you what, take the rest of the day off, take some time to explore the city, Rome is beautiful at night." Grateful for the rest, you bow to Andrea, turning to head for the back kitchen, changing out of your work clothes into a more relaxed fit. "So, Y/N, anyone special you're gonna bring out for a walk later? Fastest way to a girl's heart is a walk down the streets of Rome." Your heart panged at the thought of Wonyoung, but you pushed it down, smiling to Andrea as you shook your head. "I'm just saying Y/N, when in Rome." Andrea waved you off, and you were about to leave the cafe, before Andrea called for you. "Oh yeah! Before I forget, there's supposed to be some big event happening here soon, so just be prepared for higher than usual customer numbers." You flashed her a thumbs up, before leaving the cafe. Fingers trembling, you quickly put your gloves on, draping a scarf around your neck, rubbing your hands together as you walked down the street, admiring the burgeoning moon, shining so close. Sitting on a bench at a nearby park, you leaned back, watching as couples and lovers disappear two by two, enjoying a nice cup of expresso and sharing beautiful moments together. You missed that. "You seem to be feeling down, my friend, care to share your woes?" An elderly man sat beside you, seemingly noticing your forlorn look. "I just miss someone." You replied, angling your body towards your new friend "Whoever they are, they must be someone special." The elderly man commented, as you chuckled. "She's beyond special." You smile at just the thought of her, something not missed by the elderly man. "If I may ask, where is this special lady today?" The night you left her flashed before you again, sadness washing over you. "I had to leave her, for her sake, for her career." You confessed to the old man, who maintained a caring smile as he patted you on the back. "Life's too short to let anything stop love my friend. Take it from an old man who has seen too much, go to her. It'll all work out." The old man said, getting up from the bench, resting his hand on your shoulder with a reassuring grip. "The next time love knocks, answer." It was at this point that you noticed his ring was on his right ring finger, not his left. He followed your eyeline, so he just smiled as you looked at him sympathetically. "Like I said kid, answer." As the elderly man limped away, walking cane supporting his strut, you leaned back on the bench, his words echoing in your mind. Was leaving Wonyoung a mistake? Just then, as if on cue, you felt something you had hoped would never ring rustle in your pocket, panic bubbling in your chest. Taking out the burner phone, you saw a message "Y/N" In a hurry, you quickly replied to the message "Yujin? What's wrong? Did something happen to Wony?" The text bubble lingered for a short while, before another message came in. "Meet me by the fountain behind the building 2 blocks ahead." You tilted your head in confusion, you knew that fountain, it was one of the places you headed to when you needed a rest, but how did Yujin know?

"What?" "Come, Y/N, I'll be waiting near the seats." You got up from the bench, walking toward the fountain with haste as a thousand thoughts bombarded your mind. Approaching the fountain, you find the empty seats, looking around nervously as your hands trembled. What was so serious that Yujin had to come all the way to Rome to look for you? You froze as soon as you saw someone approach in the periphery, a familiar face sitting next to you, staring at the night sky "Wony? Wha-" You tried to talk but she quickly grabbed your hand, gently caressing it in hers as she looked to the sky. "You were right Y/N. Rome's night sky is beautiful." She whispered, leaning onto your shoulder. You'd think your mind would be overloading right now, but curiously enough, it all went silent. The two of you sat there in silence, looking up at the night sky, appreciating the stars and the breeze, the two of you only had each other, and that was enough. As Wonyoung laid her head on your shoulder, music began to fill the piazza, a flashmob exploded in front of you, melodious symphonies blasted from the speakers as couples all around the two of you waltzed about the piazza "May I have this dance?" Wonyoung asked with a cheeky grin, her hand extended to you as you looked at her with slight disdain "Wony, you know I have only one left foot right? I'm so bad that the other left foot doesn't exist." You quipped, Wonyoung rolling her eyes "When in Rome, do as the Romans do, Y/N" She said as she pulled you up, the two of you slow dancing under the moonlight, music guiding your movements as the two of you swayed, Wonyoung letting out a soft giggle as she saw you stumble over yourself, making sure to help balance you, the dance slowing down as Wonyoung put her hands down, instead wrapping it around you as your hands wrapped around her too, her face nuzzled into your neck as she hummed in delight, the two of you lightly swaying.

The levity of the moment soon subsided, the two of you laying on the bench as the situation dawned upon you once again, though Wonyoung seemingly read your mind right as you thought it. "Yujin's talking to the managers right now, I haven't heard much from her but last I heard, it's going well, the company's giving in." Slightly shocked by that response, you nodded, turning away from Wonyoung as you lowered your head. "I'm sorry for leaving like that again." Hearing that Wonyoung smacked you across the shoulder, but a small smile on her face showed you that she wasn't too angry. "That was an asshole move L/N, don't ever do that again." "So what do we do now?" You asked nervously, but Wonyoung put your mind at ease, lightly gripping your hand, before pulling you in for a kiss that she had waited forever for. "We let Yujin do her thing, and wait for good news. For now, let's just enjoy this, this was your dream date, wasn't it? You and me, on an evening in Roma."

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Chapter 77 - Mari's burden

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While Elin was still sleeping soundly in her new cot, holding her doll close to her, Halima and Mattias set off for the orphanage. They had told her the previous evening that they would both be out of the house for about two hours in the morning and then go to school together. At least if Elin finally agreed. But the little girl was overjoyed with her new room and had hugged them both tightly after looking around and curiously touching many of the things here.

As usual, a few children were playing outside the orphanage when the general entered with his fiancée, who was hitched to him, and headed straight for the matron's office. Liv was sitting at her desk, engrossed in reading some documents.

Mattias cleared his throat discreetly after they had both stood there waiting for a few seconds. Liv raised her head and smiled at them.

“Hello, Halima … General Mattias. I wasn't expecting you two today and thought you might be coming to story time with Elin on Friday.”

“Hello, Liv,” Halima began, “We're here because there's news—,” “—and we want to sign the adoption documents,” Mattias continued. “Good morning, Liv.”

Liv looked a little surprised at first, but then smiled again, this time beaming with joy.

“I knew you'd love the little one from the start, but please have a seat.” Liv made an inviting gesture to the two chairs in front of her table. “I'm so glad that you want to adopt her now and, as I've already heard in town, you've become very good new parents for her and Elin feels very comfortable with you.”

“Yes, indeed she does. Even in the bakery, people ask me about her from time to time and what nice things I'm planning to do with her that day. Mr. Oddvar is always happy to see her when she comes to his library with Olaf.”

Then Halima began to talk about everything she had already discussed with Mattias and that they were going to visit the school with her today.

“Oh, I'm sure she'll feel very comfortable there soon, you two shouldn't worry about that. But I hope the first impression today will make Elin curious and she'll agree,” Liv replied.

“We hope so too, but we think this step is simply necessary now and we both, Destin and I, have to work during the day,” Halima explained. “Once she's settled in and maybe even made some new friends, things will be a lot easier for all of us.”

Liv nodded, “That's true, especially after you two get married. Has the date been set yet?”

Halima and Mattias looked at each other and he took her hand. “Next year, Liv, after the queen's official wedding. Maybe a week or so after that. We'll see … won't you, darling?”

“I wish you the best of luck! Now, shall we all get down to business and sign the document?”

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When they both returned to Halima's house, Elin was already awake, sitting outside on the steps to the open front door and taking a hearty bite of a large apple.

“Hello, Elin, here we are again,” Halima called, waving, and the little girl immediately got up to run towards her.

“And we have very good news, Elin,” Mattias added as Halima hugged her, waving a sheet of parchment in front of her.

Elin looked up. “What is it?”

“We became your new parents this morning when we signed the adoption contract at Liv's earlier,” Mattias replied, “and it's official, little one!”

Halima knelt down in front of Elin and looked her lovingly in the eyes. “Hello, my dear and clever daughter, you can finally call us Mama and Papa!”

Elin's face lit up and Halima gave her a kiss on the cheek. When Mattias knelt down and stroked her hair tenderly, the girl hugged them both.

“I'm so happy…” She looked them both lovingly in the eyes in turn. “… Mama and Papa!”

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On the way to the harbour, Elin ate the rest of the apple and looked at her mother, wondering what she should do with the rest. She didn't dare just throw the apple core on the street, because the little girl hadn't missed the fact that the whole town was always so clean and, apart from horse manure, there was never anything lying around.

“Give me that, Elin, we can throw the rest of the apple in the grass over there, I'm sure it will rot very quickly. But you took good care, I'm proud of you,” said Halima.

“Who actually cleans up everything that the horses drop?” asked Elin as she placed the core house in her open hand.

“There are people whose job it is to keep everything in the city clean,” she replied. “Every morning, these people drive through the streets with a cart and collect these horse apples. That's what the previous king and queen decided back then.”

“Horses … apples?” Elin asked in astonishment.

“Agnarr ordered that back then, Halima?” asked Mattias afterwards.

“The horses' manure is called that, my dear Elin. By the way, even I sometimes collect it from the street as fertiliser for my cold frames in the garden,” she replied, leaning down to Elin with a smile, then turned to Mattias, “I think that was more Queen Iduna's decision, Destin. ”

They both nodded thoughtfully.

Then they reached the junction to the school and could already hear the laughter of the children playing on the small arched bridge, trying to catch a fish with a thin rope and a hook. They didn't pay any attention to Elin, they were so busy, but Elin watched the children playing all the more. She looked at them curiously as they walked past until they entered the classroom.

The teacher was sitting at her desk in front of a large blackboard on the wall behind her and there were low tables with a chair in front of them all around the room. On each one were a few books, sheets of paper and writing utensils. On the walls were colourful drawings and various other illustrations. Elin looked around curiously and leafed through one of these books while her parents went to the teacher and spoke to her.

“Elin, will you come here? The teacher would like to meet you,” Halima called out after a while.

Elin closed the book and walked slowly to the front. She and the teacher, who was still quite young and pretty too, as Elin thought, looked at each other curiously until the girl stopped in front of the table.

“Hello, Elin, I'm Mrs Halverson and I'm the teacher at this school,” she greeted and Elin returned a somewhat shy 'hello'.

Mrs Halverson smiled and said, “You don't need to be afraid, Elin. Your adoptive parents told me you came from the orphanage and would like to go to school? Well, I'm very happy about that and I'm sure the other children will be too, when they have a new playmate and can learn together with her. At the moment there's a break before lessons start, but of course you don't have to decide straight away. Or you could just sit over there by the window and listen to everything. Well, what do you think?”

Elin didn't say anything back and instead looked up questioningly at Halima, who put a hand on her shoulder encouragingly. “Answer the teacher yourself, Elin.”

“Well … I'm curious, but I'd like my parents to stay there too. Is that possible?”

“Well, normally parents aren't allowed to be here during lessons, Elin. Hmm … Could you leave us alone for a few minutes? You can go outside and watch the other children while we talk, yes?”

Elin nodded and strolled towards the entrance.

When she was gone, Mrs Halverson asked about her background, her age and whether she could read and write. Halima and Mattias took it in turns to tell her everything in brief, as they didn't want to keep the little girl waiting too long. Besides, the lesson would start in a quarter of an hour. Mrs Halverson was moved by Elin's story and promised to take good care of her if she became her new pupil.

Halima then brought the girl back and teacher Halverson suggested that she should sit at the last table by the window. From there, she would certainly get a better impression of everything if she simply pretended to be part of the class. Mrs Halverson would explain it to the students and was very curious to see everyone's reactions.

When Elin had taken her seat, Halima and Mattias stood next to her for a moment before they were about to leave.

“Elin, we'll stay close by and have a coffee at Oakens near the harbour. Afterwards, we'll pick you up again in an hour or so, all right? You really don't need to be afraid if you're here on your own for a while. I'm sure it will be very interesting and you don't have to take part in the lessons yourself yet, just watch and listen,” said Halima

“But you have to promise me one thing, my little girl,” Mattias added and laughed. “Try to have fun!”

Elin nodded several times, said “I will!” and waved to them as they disappeared through the entrance. Shortly afterwards, a bell rang somewhere and one by one many children poured in. They all eyed the new pupil curiously before sitting down at their desks after greeting the teacher and opening the chapter in their books announced by Mrs Halverson. Elin also had one on her table and followed the example of the others.

And so began Elin's first trial school day.

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Kristoff enjoyed the voyage on the Draba, especially looking after Sven, who was a little nervous about taking a long sea voyage on rough seas for the first time. Kristoff wondered what Anna was doing right now, and he bet that with winter approaching and the annual events in Arendelle at this time of year, she might be planning the upcoming competitions in the capital. He thought back to his ice carving competition with Anna and Elsa, and then a brilliant idea suddenly came to his mind as he remembered his conversation with Anna under the old willow tree before they unleashed their deepest passion.

She had told him what King Agnarr did to propose to his loved girl, Iduna, presenting her with a self-carved love spoon. Kristoff was a little sad because he had missed the opportunity to do the same for Anna because of the emergency wedding a few days ago. It was a little late, of course, but as a special gift it would still make Anna very happy; he thought, so better late than never. He could carve it now, here on the ship, right now!

He grinned. All he needed now was a piece of wood and that was certainly available from one of the carpenters here on the ship. He had his jackknife in his boot and two days at sea should be enough to make the spoon. Actually, twice as many days, because the return journey was still ahead of him; he corrected himself.

“Sven, I'm just going below deck to see one of the carpenters. I've just had a great idea for a present for Anna. I'll be right back.”

Sven looked after him and then put his head back on his front legs to continue dozing.

The carpenter was a little taken aback by Kristoff's desire, but he couldn't refuse His Highness such a request. So he sawed off a suitably large piece from one of the spare beams intended for the mizzen boom and handed it to Kristoff.

Back on deck, Kristoff visualised the shape and immediately began to carve the first rough outlines on the wood. Not so easy when you've never done anything like this before; he mused, but he was confident and preferred to work slowly and accurately.

Kristoff was so focussed on his work that he didn't even notice the tip of his tongue playing at the corner of his mouth, causing one of the sailors walking past to grin broadly.

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At the same time, on an Arendelle road …

Elsa, Anna and Mari were sitting in a royal carriage on the way to the royal Summerhus, where the two sisters had spent many summers with their parents when they were young. It was Anna who had made the suggestion and Elsa had enthusiastically agreed. Mari was to be one of the few people outside the royal family ever to be invited there today and she was very honoured accordingly.

“We've never picked mushrooms there before, but if my memory serves me right, the woods there were full of them,” Anna said, explaining her choice of picking location.

“Yes, I think you're right. Mama and Papa have certainly collected mushrooms there too, I'm almost sure of it,” said Elsa, trying to remember how they used to play explorers with Anna in the big forest, at some point convinced they were lost and then climbed a tree to find their bearings. In the end, they saw their parents sitting in the grass of a large meadow just a stone's throw away, having a picnic. Elsa had to giggle as she recalled this scene.

“What are you laughing about?” asked Anna, “I want to be able to laugh with you.”

Elsa told her and Anna grinned. “Oh yes, it was funny how surprised we were back then, thinking we'd never find our way back.”

“I was afraid that our parents would be angry with us if they had to look for us.”

“Maybe even in the middle of the night,” Anna imagined and Elsa nodded.

Mari hadn't said much so far and the sisters realised this almost simultaneously. They both looked at her, who was looking out of the carriage window opposite them, but her gaze revealed that she wasn't looking at the passing scenery, but seemed to be somewhere else entirely, thinking about something that was perturbing her a lot.

“Are you all right, Mari? You look so … I don't know … almost scared?” Anna asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Mari's head jerked to the side and she looked clearly caught off guard.

Now Elsa was worried too. “You do have something, Mari,” she said with her eyebrows furrowed and leant forward a little. “It's plain to see.”

Mari looked at them both in turn and then sighed, “Yes, it's true. I'm actually very worried and even very terrified about it.”

“What is it that worries you so much?” Elsa asked curiously and Anna added, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“I don't think so and that really annoys me, because I'm probably all alone with this problem and no one is able to help me out of it. A miracle would have to happen!”

“So now you've really unsettled us both. Do you want to talk about it or at least hint at what it's all about?” Elsa asked with a worried undertone and gently placed a hand on Mari's knee opposite her.

She looked at her seriously, determined to help in whatever way she could, because Mari was a good friend to both of them. Anna in particular was very close to her, who now had an equally serious expression on her face and, listening attentively, waited for Mari's explanation.

“All right … I'll tell you, but please take this seriously, because that's what it is for me and it really isn't a joke.” Mari had to swallow before she continued with quivering lips. “Father wants me to…,” she had to pause for a moment because her emotions were starting to boil up again. She took a deep breath and then spilled the beans. “Father wants to marry me off … to some prince or other profitable suitor.”

“Wait, what?” Anna blurted out, completely taken aback, and Elsa's mouth fell open.

“Yes, it's true. As princess, I am the heir to the throne and therefore obliged to act for the good of the kingdom and … its profit,” she spat out the last word, “to take a prince from another kingdom as my husband. Father is firmly convinced that Vesterland needs a male heir to the throne after me. And I … shall bear him.”

The sisters were too perplexed and shocked to answer immediately. Instead, they could only stare at Mari.

“Does she really have to, Elsa?” Anna asked, looking helplessly at her sister.

“I don't know, Anna, I'd say other kingdoms, other rules … maybe.”

“But that's so unfair,” said Anna, shaking her head in a tone of conviction.

“Yes, exactly, I think so too, Anna! Just because Father thinks he can decide that just like that … without any warning. We're not living in the days of the founding fathers, are we?” Mari replied, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Anna immediately sat down next to her, gave her a comforting hug and looked over at Elsa. “There just has to be a solution, doesn't there, sis?”

“Who does your father have in mind? Which prince from which kingdom?” Elsa asked instead.

“I don't know his name and I don't know what he looks like. All I know is that it's probably a powerful kingdom and he's one of thirteen heirs,” Mari replied.

The sisters froze and Mari could feel it clearly in Anna's suddenly tense hand on her shoulder. Mari looked at her shocked face.

“What…?” she asked.

“The southern isles … a Westergaard!” Anna then blurted out. “Oh my God!”

Elsa's features had hardened at Mari's revelation and she pinched her lips together until they were just a line.

“We will seek and find a solution, Mari, be sure! Having a Westergaard prince in the immediate vicinity of Arendelle as the new king of Vesterland is simply unacceptable! We have a say in that too,” said Elsa quietly, but with deep conviction.

“If it's Hans, then even more so …,” Anna murmured quietly with her head bowed.

“Hans? You know one of them, Anna?” Mari asked in astonishment, wiping a tear from her face.

“Oh yes, Mari, we both know him. Four and a half years ago, he wanted to kill us and take the throne of Arendelle by himself!” Elsa replied angrily.

“He almost succeeded,” added Anna.

“Hans was thrown into the brig of the next ship after his failed coup and banished from Arendelle. Since then, we have severed all trade relations with the southern isles. Perhaps I should have let him freeze into a block of ice back then …”

“But then there would have been war, sis. No matter what he tried to do to us,” Anna replied and Elsa nodded.

Mari had looked open-mouthed at both of them in turn and was more than just amazed at how much the sisters had to say about it and what a terrible experience they'd had.

“You can't trust a Westergaard, Mari, and we'll do everything in our power to convince your father and put a little pressure on him if necessary. But either way, I hope there is another way to convince King Jonas not to inflict such a fate on you. I'll look into it and investigate as soon as we get back to the castle tonight. I promise, Mari!”

“And I'll help you with that, Elsa,” Anna said firmly, planting a fist in her side.

“Thank you both. But now tell me what happened back then. I want to know everything!” said Mari and grabbed the sisters' hands.

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As promised, Mattias and Halima picked Elin up from school an hour later.

“So, how was the class, little girl? Did you like it?” asked Mattias, after taking one of Elin's hands and Halima's other to walk the girl home between them.

“Yes, it was very interesting and I had a lot of fun. The other children have … homework from Miss Halverson and they have to draw a picture at home until next time.”

“Oh, that makes me very happy, Elin,” Halima said with a smile and gave Mattias a meaningful sideways glance. “What kind of picture do you want it to be?”

“How we imagine the future. I also got a note for you from the teacher,” Elin replied, briefly letting go of her new dad's hand and pulling a folded piece of paper out of the sleeve of her dress to give to Halima. She then took Mattia's hand again and smiled. “I want you to get me some things.”

“Wait, does that mean you've decided to go to school now?” he asked in amazement.

“Yes, I think so. The other children have been friendly to me too and some around me have even whispered curious questions to me during lessons about who I am and stuff.”

Halima smiled broadly and Mattias nodded in approval. “See, I told you, it's all half as bad. I'm happy for you.”

“And so am I,” Halima added and they both felt the girl's handshake increase in wordless acknowledgement, while Elin again made little leaps of joy between them.

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Once everyone was home, they explained to the girl that they both had to work now, but would be back in the late afternoon. At least Halima would. Mattias reckoned it would be a longer day, but promised to be back for dinner at the latest.

Elin had no problem with this and hurried to her room to start on the mentioned painting straight away.

Halima and Mattias briefly discussed who would get the school supplies on the note and then they said goodbye with a kiss and a happy hug over Elin's decision.

While Halima made a small diversions to run errands before starting her workday at Hudson's Hearth, Mattias headed to the castle. Today he wanted to organise the arrests of the three war criminals. He hoped that they had not yet suspected anything and that the witness was safe, as Fabian had assured him.

They'll make eyes at him, he thought to himself as he crossed the castle bridge.

Shortly afterwards, Captain Einar was briefed and three teams of guards were formed to arrest all three simultaneously if possible. One of them was to find out the whereabouts of each of them unnoticed before they struck.

It ended up being easier than expected, as all three war criminals were sitting together in a tavern having lunch.

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“What do you mean it's going to be cramped in the dungeon now?” Mattias asked the captain after his comment. “Surely there's enough room for three people, even if not too much.”

“Four, General, we've already had a suspect in there for five days who is under interrogation on suspicion of aiding and abetting treason.”

“Another one? Why don't I know anything about this? Who is it?”

Einar explained to him and also that unfortunately nothing could be proven against him so far. “I want to soften him up and put him under pressure,” he added. “I have strong doubts about his excuses so far and he's very cunning in proclaiming his innocence.”

“I see,” Mattias mused. “Perhaps that will help when Monrad's brother Albert realises what company he suddenly finds himself in in the small cell. An innocent man would protest and want out immediately. But if he is guilty and the accusations against him are correct, then perhaps he will chat, because he is likely to feel quite uncomfortable in the presence of three soldiers of the Crown. They are facing trial and have nothing to lose now. For their loyalty to the royal house, the three of them even walked over a dead body by executing the enemy in the most brutal manner.”

“Perhaps the guard who brings Albert his food every day should drop a note to that effect,” mused Einar.

“Excellent idea and definitely worth a try, Captain Einar. That's how we do it.”

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“Lunch, prisoner!” said one of the two guards to Monrad's brother after the other had loudly unlocked the door to the cell and was now holding it wide open for him.

He placed the tray next to the prisoner on the cot and Albert once again wrinkled his nose at the sight. The food wasn't bad, but it was very simple and lovelessly prepared. He knew Olina's cooking skills from his visits during the wine delivery and the tasting by Kai. But the dish on the tray had definitely been prepared by someone else and was not at all to Albert's discerning palate.

“You'll have high-ranking company today, Albert, and you'll have to make some room, because there are three soldiers of the crown and even a veteran officer among them,” the guard remarked, grinning mischievously.

“What are they being accused of?” Albert asked, seemingly calmly and with an inconspicuous expression on his face, but a slight panic rose up inside him. Was this a dirty trick by Einar? For the life of him, Albert couldn't imagine why these three and an officer among them would end up with him in the dungeon.

“What are they accused of? Phew … they're here for a war crime. They allegedly brutally tortured an enemy at the Misty Pass and then hung him from a tree until he was dead. They're not to be trifled with if that's true, that's for sure. You'd better eat up quickly, because they're about to be brought down.”

The guard made room for a third guard, who manoeuvred another cot in, then loudly slammed it on the floor and kicked it against the wall before leaving the cell again with an annoyed look on his face. Albert swallowed and could only stare in bewilderment.

“Have fun,” the guard said with a grin as he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

He was now alone again, but he had lost his appetite after this announcement. If this guy told the three new arrivals that he was here on suspicion of aiding and abetting treason, then his worries were justified. The colour slowly drained from his face.

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Kristoff's stomach rebelled when, unexpectedly for him, the Draba ran into rapidly increasing, heavy swells near the dark sea. The ship swayed and plunged in and out of wave troughs at steep angles. Spray splashed over the railing, submerging the entire deck in a matter of seconds. It wasn't a real thunderstorm, but the wind and the whipped-up waves were still strong enough to frighten an inexperienced passenger.

The sailors had their hands full lashing the equipment to the deck, adjusting the rigging to the weather conditions and holding on tight so that they weren't washed overboard. It was enough to make you sick just watching.

Normally Kristoff had no problems travelling by ship, but this was a voyage on the high seas and in notoriously treacherous waters. Sven was just as bad, if not worse, than Kristoff felt at the moment, as he could clearly see. He had stowed his carving under his gakti and was now helping Sven to his feet. Then he called for help to get the reindeer to safety below deck. He couldn't do it alone and twice it threw them both off their feet.

“You shouldn't have waited so long to go below deck, Your Highness. The weather can change extremely quickly on the high seas,” said a sailor who rushed to help and now called for more sailors. Sven vomited with a heart-rending, wailing sound and Kristoff unfortunately couldn't do much to help him. It literally tore at his heart to see Sven like this. Kristoff therefore wrapped his arms around the reindeer's neck and tried to calm him down somehow.

Luckily for Kristoff and Sven, the companionway below deck was only a few steps away and after a few minutes of joint effort, five of them got Sven down to safety.

Of course, the ups and downs were just as noticeable below deck, only here you didn't get a constant shower of salt water. Nevertheless, the water dripped and sloshed in near the stairs. In contrast to the massive figure of the reindeer, Kristoff could at least climb into a hammock, which made the rocking a little more comfortable. However, Sven slid back and forth on the planks with every violent movement of the ship and of course couldn't hold on to anything like a human, and it was just as impossible for him to climb into one of those hanging mats. But Kristoff wouldn't be Kristoff if he cared more about his friend than himself.

So he got some ropes from the end of the sleeping deck as quickly as possible and secured Sven as best he could. He then lay down next to him and talked him through it.

Sven looked at him pitifully but also gratefully, because Kristoff wasn't leaving him alone right now.

Kristoff hoped it would all be over soon and his whole body shivered from the cold of the icy water that had soaked him on the unprotected deck. He grabbed a couple of blankets from two hammocks nearby, rubbed Sven dry as best he could and then undressed himself to wrap himself in the dry, warm fabric. Kristoff was used to the cold in the mountains, especially when harvesting ice, but icy cold water that seemed to penetrate to the bone was new to him and made his teeth chatter.

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The sisters hadn't been back to their parents' Summerhus for what felt like an eternity. Too much had happened in recent years and they hadn't had time to look after it and reminisce about old memories. At least a trusted person from the nearby small village came around a few times a month, kept the house clean and tidy and stoked the stove in winter so that everything didn't freeze. There was also always a forester nearby who acted as a guard and regularly patrolled the neighbourhood.

While Elsa and Anna recounted their tiresome experiences with one of the Westergaards royals to Mari, who was very curious for good reason, the carriage bumped along winding forest paths, not far from the capital, past tall conifers and increasingly mountain spruce as the terrain became higher. The unmistakable scent of scattered cedars wafted in through the window and Elsa remembered very well that her mother loved that smell as she inhaled deeply and smiled.

At some point they passed through a tiny village, drove past a small, traditionally built stave church onto the market square and shortly afterwards over bumpy cobblestones that wound their way up to the Summerhus. The coachman drove in a semi-circle up to the entrance and shouted a loud “Brr” as a command for the horses to stop. They gave a grateful snort as the carriage came to a halt.

“We're here,” Elsa announced, still smiling.

“Here again at last,” Anna added, “after so many years.” She looked cheerfully at her sister and Elsa nodded knowingly.

They heard the coachman jump off the trestle, then the sound of him folding down the side steps and finally he opened the door for his royal passengers to alight.

“Our honoured guest first, please,” Elsa said to Mari and pointed outside with an inviting gesture.

Mari nodded curtly and got out first.

The sight was not quite what she had expected, for the Summerhus was a log cabin built entirely of sturdy wooden beams, with bright red decorations and a roof completely covered in sod, leaving only the brick chimney protruding.

All around stood squat spruce trees and in front of the entrance was a mown meadow where they now stood. But the fact that this was the royal summer residence was unmistakable. The front door was adorned with a relief of Arendelle's emblem and the crocus symbol was emblazoned on a wooden semicircle directly above it. The Summerhus looked very cosy and rustic with its mullioned windows and the flower boxes in front of it. Mari couldn't help but smile.

“I like your Summerhus,” she said as the sisters stood next to her and the coachman audibly closed the door behind them. “It looks so …”

“… cosy?” Anna added with a grin and Mari nodded.

“Yes, it does indeed. It's a lovely refuge.”

“Well, let's go inside and make ourselves comfortable before we go into the forest to collect,” said Elsa, who was already holding the front door key in her hands.

At that moment, an elderly man came out of the forest, who turned out to be the forester who regularly passed by the house.

He greeted everyone in a friendly manner and gave the sisters a brief report of what had happened so far. But there was nothing serious to report, because apart from a few animals sneaking around the house in search of food, only two travellers had passed by a few weeks ago and peered curiously through the windows. However, he kindly asked them to move on. After his report, he said goodbye again and disappeared into the forest.

Elsa unlocked the entrance and pushed the heavy door inwards. When she touched it, another memory immediately flashed through Elsa's mind: when she and Anna were little, they always had to push this thick door open in pairs because it was too heavy for one girl alone. She paused for a moment and felt Anna's hand on her shoulder. Elsa looked at her smiling face.

“I've just remembered that too, Elsa. There are a lot of memories waiting for us in there.”

Inside, everything was dark and only the light from the entrance illuminated the living room with its central table. The sisters first opened the windows to fold the shutters outwards and let in a little more light. Elsa then lit the oil lamps and Anna took care of the large fireplace. There was still plenty of wood and so it only took a few minutes for her to get the fire going. A cosy warmth immediately spread through the cold room and it instantly became more comfortable.

Everything looked just as the sisters remembered it, nothing seemed to be missing or had been rearranged. It was as if they had left the house only yesterday and just as clean, only many, many years had passed. They looked at each other meaningfully and while Mari looked around curiously, Elsa and Anna did what they always did first back then. They each lit a candle by the fire and hurried upstairs to their child's room under the gable.

Here, too, everything was just as they had left it. With a tiny difference. Their two favourite dolls, which were usually in the little toy chest next to Elsa's bed, were now lying on the pillows of their beds. They both put their candles in the holders on the little table next to them and lifted their dolls up.

“Oh, Elsa, if only Mama and Papa were here now,” Anna said quietly and tears began to gather in her eyes as she held her stuffed double to her chest.

Elsa went to her and took her in her arms.

“I miss her so much too, Anna,” she said softly in her ear and the image of the figure from the shipwreck stole into her mind, but she immediately suppressed it with narrowed eyes and focussed on her younger sister's feelings again.

“I remember that time so well and somehow it feels like Mama is downstairs in the kitchen right now, making tea for us and about to call upstairs 'Tea's ready, are you two coming?'. She tried to imitate Iduna's voice and Elsa laughed softly.

“Yes, that's right … that's exactly what she used to call out, just like that.”

Then Anna could no longer hold back and she sobbed unrestrainedly into Elsa's shoulder. Her body shook and Elsa held her a little tighter, stroked her hair and whispered, “It's all right, Anna, it's all right. Let it all out … just let go.”

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In the meantime, Mari looked at the oil paintings on the wall, which depicted some of Anna's and Elsa's ancestors, and occasionally picked up a beautiful gem from the shelf to take a closer look. A handsome collection of valuable plates were lined up on a high shelf and a handful of violins hung ready to play in holders on the wall. Books and family games were stacked in the corners. Mari could well imagine how the sisters had played together with their parents at this table when they were children and were happy.

Mari suddenly realised what a great favour the sisters had done her with this invitation, what great trust they had placed in her to share these highly personal memories with her. She wondered who had played these instruments on the wall for them and guessed their father. A very personal insight into the life of a king! She looked around again. Everything here radiated love! The love of the regents of Arendelle for their children, who presumably left their duties behind for several weeks a year just to spend time together with their daughters, completely undisturbed. Here in this lovingly furnished house, which served only one purpose … to be together as a family.

“Well, this is what it looks like in our cosy Summerhus. Living room, kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs. Nothing special really, but every square centimeter here is full of memories, Mari,” Elsa explained behind her as she returned quietly and unnoticed.

Mari flinched a little, startled, and let out a sharp cry when the large grandfather clock suddenly struck loudly.

“Oh my goodness!” Mari exclaimed with one hand pressed to her heart and Elsa giggled.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. But strange, someone from the cleaning staff must have wound it up regularly. That wasn't their job at all, I don't think.”

“That's all right, I should have guessed, after all, you can't miss the clock. Is Anna still upstairs? I heard a staircase creak earlier.”

“No, she's in the kitchen preparing tea for us, I'm sure she'll be here soon.”

What Elsa didn't tell her was that her sister also wanted to clean her face because she had been crying and didn't want Mari to see it. Elsa fetched cups and saucers and a warmer from the shelf and prepared the table.

Two minutes later, Anna came in with a teapot and a small kettle, which she hung on a hook by the fireplace and swivelled over the flames. She then placed the pot on the warmer and sat down. The room was now cosy and warm and she leaned back comfortably on the high, upholstered chair.

“It's so nice and quiet and cosy here. I can well imagine how you can hear the birds chirping here in summer when the windows are open. A place to relax, to get away from the daily hustle and bustle and worries,” Mari realised and also sat down at the table.

“And the summer meadow behind the trees in the clearing is lovely when the weather is nice, ideal for a picnic on the grass, with all the wildflowers and even a field of sunflowers further down,” Anna enthused.

”Her favourite flower,” Elsa added with a grin as she also sat down and Anna nodded thoughtfully.

“Can't wait to go outside later and pick mushrooms in our adventure forest. I've found a few baskets in the kitchen and have already prepared them for us with three small knives and some cloths,” said Anna, smiling in anticipation and crossing her arms behind her head.

Anna behaved almost as if she was still young and looking forward to reliving the old days, Elsa mused with a small smile. But Elsa allowed her these thoughts and also to completely forget for a day that she was now the Queen of Arendelle. Anna deserved to have some fun and feel young again.

“But first, let's have a nice cup of tea. Then in the afternoon we can warm up here again and maybe even play one of the old board games,” Elsa suggested, casting a sideways glance into one of the corners of the room with its many games.

“I'd rather just chat with you two,” Mari replied, “now that I have a lot of time for you and no one will miss me for the next few days.”

“You're right, Mari. Let's not waste the day playing games and instead share our thoughts, that's more important now,” Elsa said and fetched the kettle to pour the tea.

Anna looked at Mari and nodded in understanding. Just chatting to each other didn't have to mean that they couldn't have fun together.

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They set off about an hour later. Elsa put a few wood logs on the fire and Anna fetched the baskets from the kitchen.

They walked northwards to where the forest was thicker and simply followed their noses. As they walked comfortably side by side in no great hurry, soaking up the smells of the forest and listening to the birds twittering in the treetops above them, they told each other stories and their experiences over the last few months since Mari's last visit to the city. But they all kept their eyes open and looked behind every large tree on their way so as not to miss any edible mushrooms. Anna was the first to spot a promising patch near a clearing ahead and quickly ran to it, eventually shouting back that she had found lots of mushrooms. Elsa and Mari followed her and then spread out among the trees around this small clearing. Everyone was now fully occupied with collecting and it didn't take very long before everyone had an almost full basket. Afterwards, they made their way back to the Summerhus.

“I'm already looking forward to Olina's mushroom soup tonight,” said Anna, licking her lips in anticipation.

“But there are far too many for the three of us,” said Elsa, “you should take a basket full home with you, Mari, and treat your father to something tasty too. I can well imagine that he doesn't come to pick mushrooms himself or think about sending someone else out to do it. I'm sure he'll be delighted with your find, and who knows, maybe it'll be a good opportunity to talk to him in peace about your future as you imagine it. I hope that we will have found a solution for you by then and that he will at least seriously reconsider his plans for you.”

Mari looked very sceptical, but replied, “I hope so.”

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: You and Jake geek out at the fly in. Later things get heated and you start to realize you might be in over your head with the feelings you're developing for Jake.

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist

Chapter 9

Chapter 10: Vintage

Group Chat: Your favorite hoes

Members: Lydia, Beth

Lydia: How was the date with Bob, just Bob? Any good action?

Beth: It was good.

Beth: Real good.

You: Details!

Beth: Let's just say he has a bit of an oral fixation and he's definitely more of a giver, 😉

Lydia: It all makes sense. Like he knew he had to be really great at eating pussy to make up for some of the initial blandness

Beth: You're so vulgar

Lydia: But you love me for it, 😍

You: Still waters run deep…..like his tongue deep inside you

Beth: Not you too.

Beth: Speaking of the devil, he's calling. Buh-bye

It's Saturday morning and you're pulling together the last few items for your day bag for the air show. You're looking forward to spending the day with Jake and checking out the vintage aircraft. Jake is picking you up here shortly, he mentioned something about having the better car for today and purposely remained vague on details.

I'm looking out the window when you see a turquoise vintage Corvette convertible pull up with the fabric top up. You can't see who is driving as the car stops at the curb in front of your house. A familiar head of blond hair followed by a leather bomber jacket with mission patches unfolds out of the driver's seat. Jake is of course wearing his aviators. He just smiles wide and stretches his arms out presenting the car, he shouts,

"A vintage ride to a vintage air show!" as you walk out to meet him. He runs around the car to greet you with a hug and a kiss and opens the door for you.

"Ooh, vintage manners too," you coo as you get into the car. He shuts your door and walks around the car and climbs into the driver seat. He starts the car and you are off towards Chula Vista where the fly in is being held.

"You know, if you had told me you had a 61 Corvette when we first met, I might have been nicer to you," you say as he pulls on the freeway heading south from San Diego, hand trailing on the dash.

"The lady knows her cars," Jake replies.

"Of course I do, I'm the daughter of an automotive engineer from Michigan. In fact my dad worked for GM."

"And yet you drive a Honda CR-V, the store brand vanilla ice cream of cars." He teases back.

"Yeah, it's definitely utilitarian and I got a good deal on it from a friend who was moving overseas. Besides, I drive way too many miles for my job to have anything like this."

The rest of the drive passes quickly and soon you're pulling into the lot at the general aviation airport hosting the event. Jake and you walk up to the entrance and grab a map,

"So where do we want to go first? Ooh, they have a World War 2 section," you ask scanning the map. Jake hooks his chin on your shoulder to peek at the map. He scans the map and says,

"That sounds good, we'll have to make sure to see the fighters," Jake says pointing at the map from over your shoulder.

"I wouldn't dare miss that, dear," you say to Jake as you kiss his cheek. It comes so naturally to you that the intimacy of the gesture doesn't register till you start walking handing hand towards where the World War II planes are arranged on the tarmac. This has definitely moved past fuck buddies and you try to convince yourself it's just friends with benefits, ignoring the slight panic that flutters up in your gut.

There are dozens of aircraft from World War II lined up on the tarmac. You and Jake find yourself gravitating to the bombers.

“These always intrigued me because of just how many people were in a crew, how many people it took to fly these and hit targets. All of that stuff we can just do with one or two people now," you say as you wander around a B-29.

“I’ve always liked the WWII bombers for the nose art, mostly the pin up girls to be honest. I had a few posters of some of them on your wall in high school. Closest I could get to putting up a bikini model poster without my mom freaking out,” Jake replies.

You laugh at the thought of Jake as horny teenager looking at pin up girls for hormonal inspiration.

“So, you’re saying you like the pin up look.”

“I’d have you on the side of my jet, but I think the Navy’s not going to be into that,” he leans in closer and whispers,

“But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t ravage you the second I saw you all gussied up like that.”

He points up to the classic nose art of a woman astride a bomb, skimpy red dress and heels, and Jessica Rabbit style red hair. You make a mental note for later.

You’ve traversed most of the air show and you finally get to fighter jet row after lunch from a food truck. The way Jake kept catching your eye as you were trying to eat a ridiculously large Italian sausage made you nearly choke on it with laughter.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep that up,” you joke as you bump shoulders with him.

“Whatever do you mean? I just see a woman really enjoying a large girthy sausage,” he replies back with an innocent look.

As you walk through the planes it's apparent whoever curated the show did a great job with lining the aircraft up in chronological order. It’s easy to see the evolution of the planes. Jake stops when we get to a F-14 Tomcat.

“Maverick flew one of these when he was at Top Gun,” he says.

Climbing up the step ladder you check out the cockpit. All the same elements that are in the jets you work on are there, but they're so rudimentary compared to what we equip aircraft with now.

“It’s like looking back at a stone hammer versus buying one at Home Depot,” you say. “There’s actually a few guys I work with who worked on the F-16s around the time this was made by Grunnam.”

“It does give me a tiny, tiny” he pinches his fingers together, “bit more respect for the old man to have shot down as many planes as he has when he had this to work with.”

The afternoon is getting hot so you call it and head back to Jake’s car, the turquoise is easy to spot in the field of cars. As we get closer, Jake looks at you and asks,

“How about I put the top down and we can drive back by the coast?”

“That sounds good,” you quickly find a hair tie out of your purse and pull your hair back to keep it from flying around in the wind as we drive. After navigating through town you finally make it out to the main coast road that will take you back to Coronado Island. The wind noise is so loud you can’t really talk, but you find yourself looking at Jake a lot of the way back and just how beautiful he is especially with the setting sun behind him as we drive. Every once in a while he catches you staring and smiles that panty dropper smile of his.

You see a sign for a scenic turnout and you point it out to Jake. He nods, turning the car into the gravel lot and pulls to the far end of the lot. You get out to stretch our legs and watch the sunset. As you lean against the front of the car Jake wraps his arm around you and you curl into his side as the cool ocean breeze rolls in. The sun slowly sets and Jake turns to kiss you. You stand up between Jake's legs where he is leaning on against the car. He is finally at a height where you can access his lips easily. You reach in his bomber jacket and wrap your arms around his back. He grabs your hips and pulls you in close. The kiss deepens and you can feel that familiar tug low in your belly. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket you pull him in closer. The kissing and sliding of hands over each other's bodies starts to build, the heat between you rising.

Jake stands up to his full height and gently pushes you away and runs to the back of the car and starts to pull the top of the car into place. His plan becomes clear when he sits down in the passenger seat and pats his lap. You're thankful you're wearing a dress. Jake is already hauling his pants and boxers down and stroking his cock. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on as he watches you walk up to the open door, lean down and slip your underwear off and climb in. As you straddle his lap Jake closes the door. He reaches in between you and grabs the base of his cock and guides himself into you. You sink down on him as far as you can. He pants out between groans,

"Fuck, El, so good."

Jake reaches up to push the denim jacket you have over your sundress off and slide the straps of your dress and bra down exposing your breasts. His firms hands slide up and palm your tits as he works each nipple with his mouth and rough fingers.

The pleasure of his mouth and hands becomes too much and you start to ride him, desperate to quell the ache between your thighs. Your moans get louder and breathier and Jake pants out a few words,

"God damn, El, ride my cock."

His hands have slipped down your side and are holding the globes of your ass. He pulls your dress over your hips and kneads at the flesh of your ass.

Fucking his head to yours he whispers,

"Such a pretty ass, makes me want to slap and spank it."

He grabs and holds you still against his cock as he squeezes your butt hard.

You clench around him at the thought of his big hands leaving red hand prints on your smooth flesh.

He chuckles, having picked up on your response to his dirty thoughts.

"Oh El, you dirty girl. You want me to slap your ass, make it hurt a little, hurt in a good way?"

You can't control the whine that escapes your throat while you rock into him harder. Taking your response as permission he pulls back his hand and lands a resounding slap on your soft flesh. The sound is deafening in the closed car. You whine in pleasure at the flash of pain.

"You like that?" he asks, in a soft tone.

You duck your head into his neck, a little embarrassed, but oh so turned on. Ignoring the thought of your feminist credentials being tarnished by this, you reply,

"Yes, I do."

He slaps your other cheek, and says,

"Say 'Yes, sir.'"

You pull your head back and look him directly in the eyes and challenge him and gain back a little control,

"I do, Lieutenant."

He raises an eyebrow and pulls his mouth into that smirk right before he slaps both of your cheeks at the same time. The delicious pain ricochets down through your clit causing you to clench hard around him finally breaking his cool facade,

"Fuck, so good.'

You start to lift up and down on Jake's cock at a faster pace while he rubs your ass, keeping it warm and the hint of pain lingering. Your mutual heavy breathing fills the car. Jake moves one hand to place his thumb over your clit and starts slowly rolling circles around your sensitive point. The slowness of his touch is contrast to your frantic pace. His other hand pulls your head down to him and he gives you a filthy kiss as he says,

"You ride me so good, like you were made to do that, El."

"Yes, Lieutenant, your cock is so good. Give it to me, please," you whine in response.

The tension is starting to build in your belly and you keep riding Jake even though your legs are starting to ache and shake with strain.

Jake's hand on your ass is helping lift you each time and to keep your pace going.

His thumb on your clit pushes down harder and he slaps your ass at the same time, breaking that wave of pleasure over you.

"Fuck, fuck, oh my god," you rasp as your release triggers Jake's and he goes slack under you, the tension released.

The air in the car is thick with your deep breaths as you both come down from your highs. You tuck your head into Jake's neck and he wraps his strong arms around you. You and him just exist for a few minutes, still joined.

The casual closeness of the moment startles you, the safety and security, and mostly just how right it feels to be in Jake's arms. It overwhelms you, sending a niggling sense of panic and alarm through you. That familiar wave of vulnerability and fear rolls through you and you push back off Jake's chest, desperate to get rid of these feelings. This is not what you had planned on, developing feelings for him, not for anyone after Liam. Jake's arms are still around your waist, his head leaned back and his eyes closed, he doesn't pick up on your unease.

Your next words are chosen intentionally to break the spell you're under.

"Hey there, did I fuck your brains out there, Lieutenant?" you ask as Jake comes back to reality. His cock twitches inside you as you say Lieutenant. He looks into your eyes with an expression that you can't place, almost hopeful and wistful, and you know that the enormity of the moment has surrounded him also. Your own panic and doubt starts to swell as he pulls your head down for one more deep kiss before you separate hoping to quell this tsunami of emotions brewing in you. You step out of the car and rummage around in your purse to find some tissues to clean up, handing some to Jake as you piece yourselves back together and get back on the road.

The ride back is quiet, the night turned dark. Jake has taken your hand in his and is rubbing his thumb on the back of yours as he drives. As you slow down and roll through the residential streets to get back to your house, he asks,

"Hungry?”

The question startles you from your thoughts, and you fumble for an answer,

“Yes, I was too into the scenery to think about dinner till now.”

He grins back at you full of self satisfaction as you realize the secondary meaning of your statement. You give him an affectionate eye roll in return.

“Want to hit the Hard Deck? You can’t beat the fish tacos,” he asks.

“Works for me,” you reply, happy that they'll be something to redirect your attention and thoughts when you get there.

It doesn’t take long for you to pull into the parking lot and the place is its usual level of busy for an early Saturday night. Jake parks the car and you walk over hand in hand to the entrance when Jake suddenly stops, his shoes crunching on the gravel in response the abruptness of his motion, and says,

“Shit, my squadron is here.”

Worry not my pretties, the next chapter is on deck and will be posted soon (I have no impulse control, lol.)

Chapter 11

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'Let me know you' | Choi Yeonjun

PAIRING: Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and yeonjun get some alone time to hang out..

GENRE: fluff, slight crack

WC: 508!

A/N: second fic! this was recommended to me by a friend inspired by a little conversation we had with someone else! might not post till august 25, ill try to post something else before june 5, bc i have exams :/

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''this is boring'' you bluntly remarked, just staring at a river while standing on a bridge. you didn't know why your best friend even liked doing this, you already felt unentertained at your first time accompanying him.

''you're just stupid, that's all'' yeonjun didn't even look at you while saying that, too busy admiring the water.

you and yeonjun have been friends for almost 2 years now. you first met him when you first came to school, you made a friend, yunjin, and she wanted you to meet him and his friend, choi beomgyu. the four of you got along well (most of the time...).

at first yeonjun was pretty...cold, he wouldn't talk much. most you ever heard him speaking was arguing with beomgyu about their looks.. soon enough, he warmed up, but still remained so mysterious to you, and you liked it. you eventually realized you may have caught feelings, and you still dont get it. i mean, he just stands and stares at a river, how do i like someone i dont even share interest with?

thats what you were thinking about right now, about how to dive in more into this boy's soul, while hanging out alone with him. both of you quite frequently did this, and it was fun. you talked about random things, trying to understand each other.

''you know, if you tried enough, you'd see that the water has all the peace to offer'' you were confused at his response ''it's just water, like the type at home'' yeonjun rolled his eyes and sighed, looking at you ''try a little harder'' he stared back down, smiling ''if you focus, you can feel the peace in your heart. its relaxing, not having to worry about anything, and just looking at something so calming'' he smiled widely watching the little waves flowing down the river. you kept quiet for a few minutes before speaking ''i still dont get it. it's water.''

he laughed silently ''maybe you have a different way of calming yourself'' you raised an eyebrow ''what makes you need comfort?''

yeonjun chuckled, ''you don't know me'' you replied back ''that part's obvious, but you don't know me either''

''then let me know you'' he spoke as he stepped closer, leaning towards you, just enough to make you feel flustered, he knew what you had in your heart, he just wanted you to say it.

you, on the other hand, were too shocked to respond, until you heard a voice

''i wanna know you too, y/n!!!'' ''beomgyu! shut up! they heard us!''

and out came beomgyu and yunjin, bickering along the way before sheepishly smiling. yeonjun stepped back in annoyance and rolled his eyes ''what are you two doing here!''

''hey, relax, we had reasons. it was beomgyu's fault. but, i guess you two can continue, just pretend we're not here, and we'll pretend we didn't see you, easy'' yunjin replied.

yeonjun looked back at you, slightly smirking and leaning forward again ''what do you say we pick up where we left off?''

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I Think He Might Like You Too - Eddie Munson X Female (Future) Reader

Title: I Think He Might Like You Too

Eddie Munson X Female (Future) Reader

Additional Characters: Max, Dustin, Lucas, Steve, Nancy (Mentioned), Robin, Erica, Mike (Mentioned), and Vecna (Mentioned)

WC: 1,358

Warnings: Vecna's possession mentioned, Steve's injury mentioned, mention of death, nervousness, anxiety, slight angst, knife mentioned, mention of murder, and mention of yelling.

"Okay, you kids will stay here," Steve spoke and Dustin sighed but nodded, passing him his walkie-talkie and compass.

"And you..." Steve spoke, turning to you. "And you are staying here."

You sighed before looking at the lake once more. It was so quiet... So silent that it made your skin crawl a little bit. You looked back at Steve, who stared at you.

"I'm going." You spoke, crossing your arms.

Steve shook his head. "No, you need to stay behind. Protect the kids or something. I don't know, just do what you can."

Eddie walked over, looking concerned. "We'll be okay, okay." He assured you with a nod.

You looked at Steve then back to Eddie.

Your gaze was intense as you said, "If anything happens, I'm coming for you."

Eddie smiled softly at you, but his eyes were serious when he replied, "I know."

He and Steve took off running towards the lake, leaving you alone with the three kids.

You watched as Eddie rowed off with Robin, Nancy, and Steve. Sighing, you wished you could go with them. You could, Steve wasn't the boss of you. But, you had to stay back with the kids. It was dark and who knew what was out there. Plus, that boat probably could only hold four people.

Dustin watched through his binoculars, getting a talkie message from the team on the boat.

"Dustin, your compass is being weird," Robin spoke and Dustin replied back.

"What is it doing?"

"Spinning round and round." She answered back.

You watched with the kids, straining your eyes to try and see what was going on. Max stood next to you, analyzing you.

"You like Eddie?" She asked in a hushed voice.

You looked at her as if she was crazy, "Sppfff, no." You replied quickly.

Max's eyebrows lifted up, "Really? Because you're always staring at him."

You rolled your eyes, "No, I'm not."

She shrugged and kept watching the water. You and Max were silent, both of you waiting to hear from the others.

"You know... I think he might like you too." Max spoke up, gaining your attention.

"Does he?"

"I see the way he looks at you..." She spoke softly. "And, Lucas told me that he liked that you smelled like strawberries or something."

You blushed and looked away, "Oh, well..."

Max looked at you with amusement, "I guess we'll find out sooner than later." She chuckled.

You laughed nervously before saying, "Maybe..."

"Well, I hope they get back soon."

"Me too."

The two of you sat silently, the only noise coming from the wind. At one point, the wind died down completely.

"Wait, when did Steve get so hairy?" Lucas spoke and Dustin nodded.

"Yeah, I told him to tame that forest of his but he claims that the ladies love it," Dustin said.

Max quickly got up, grabbing the binoculars from Lucas. She stared for a while making Lucas's jaw drop in astonishment.

You just rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "I don't even have to see it to know it's not my cup of tea." But, you paused hearing a splash.

You sped over to the kids, eyes wide. You grabbed the binoculars from Max and looked through them. You counted three people in the boat.

"Did Steve freaking jump in?" You watched in horror as Nancy, Robin, and lastly, Eddie jumped in too.

You gave the binoculars back to Max, rubbing your face, exhausted with worry. And that's when the police lights came.

"Oh, sheesh."

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Somehow, being caught by the police led to you and the kids going to Mike's house where you met Erica. You were pacing the room, trying to think.

"You're telling me that they can't just go through the lake again? I mean, are there any other portals around in the Upside Down?" You asked Dustin who sighed.

"I don't know. We just have to be patient."

"Why does everyone keep saying patience?" You complained.

Dustin rolled his eyes, "Because, we have to wait for them."

You groaned loudly, "I hate waiting."

No one spoke for a moment before you groaned again.

"What if they don't come back? What if they are dead? I mean I've only known most of you for like two days at the most, but I like you guys a lot." You sighed.

"They're not dead." Dustin spoke.

"But what if they are?" You demanded.

Dustin held his hands up, "Don't say that. They would never leave us like that."

"You don't know that. We have no way of contacting them. Who knows how they are doing." You argued.

"I just want to believe they found some way out." Dustin muttered.

You rubbed the back of your neck, "How do you think I feel?"

"About Eddie?" Max spoke up and you looked at her, mouth page, face red.

Dustin quickly turned to look at you, "You like Eddie?"

You rolled your eyes, "Not like that."

"Then why do you act all flirty when you're with him?" Max asked.

You sighed and ran your hand down your face. "I was not flirting. I gave him a twinkie." You whispered.

Dustin looked confused, "A what?"

"Twinkie," Max repeated.

"It's a Twinkie. It was a snack." You explained, "I gave him one after his almost shiv attack on Steve. He looked like he need a pick-me-up after you know, being suspected of murder."

"Well, you can't tell me you don't like him." Dustin spoke and you rolled your eyes.

"I didn't say that." You spoke, "I just don't know what I feel. It's confusing, I know that much."

"Huh..." Dustin mumbled.

"Are you sure you don't loooove him?" Erica dragged out the word.

You sighed, "Look, I'm not going to lie, I like him, but-" You groaned again, blushing.

"I don't have to explain anything to you guys. My life. Let's just get this over with and get me... Home."

"Guys, the lamp is flickering," Erica spoke up, gaining everyone's attention.

Dustin and Max stood up from where they sat, "We should go to the trailer." Dustin spoke.

You nodded, "I'm coming too." You spoke and Dustin and Max nodded before you five left for Eddie's trailer.

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You rushed into the trailer with Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Max, eyeing the giant hole in the ceiling that went straight to the Upside Down. You looked up, standing over the hole, spying an upside-down Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie. Gaping up at the hole, you stared at the teens.

"How are we supposed to get you down?" You called up to them.

"I don't know, there's nothing that we can use in here." Nancy spoke down to you.

Eddie shook his head, "Use my mattress. We can land on it. And, we can tie my sheets together to make a rope." Edie suggested, Steve automatically shaking his head.

You noticed that he looked injured.

"No way. Do you see how dirty that thing is?" He spoke.

"Those stains are uh... I don't know what those stains are." Eddie spoke nonchalantly.

You sighed and tossed up the rope of sheets. "Just get down here."

Dustin looked at the rope in awe and fascination, as did the others.

"Wow, it works."

"Okay, now pull on it!" Dustin yelled up to the four.

Robin grabbed hold of the rope, using her body weight, but the rope didn't budge.

Robin grabbed hold of the rope again, before heaving herself up. She climbed her way up, before passing through and flipping around, falling on the mattress. Eddie then looked at Nancy and Steve, before shrugging.

"Guess I'll just go." He spoke before grabbing onto the rope and doing the same thing.

Sitting up, he looked around, "That... Was fun." He smiled.

You offered your hand and he automatically took it, lifting himself up. Stumbling into you a bit, you smiled up at him.

"Hi, babe." He whispered, smiling.

You blushed a bit, "Hello." You replied softly.

Eddie looked around, "Where is everyone else?"

You looked up with the others hearing Steve screaming. He clutched onto Nancy's shoulders, screaming her name. Max looked and realization washed over her.

"Vecna."

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The Lawyer's Daughter Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

A/N: I know it been a while but I hope this makes up for it.

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Rafael felt frozen in place as he locked eyes with the man at the other side of the station.

He knew he should call the squad but he couldn't move.

The man gave him a sick smile as he nodded towards the departed train.

No.

Finally Rafael was able to reach for his phone on the bench but it was too late.

The next train had arrived.

They had already disappeared.

Rafael's heart raced as he realized he had let the man slip away. He could feel the weight of uneasiness bearing down on him as he stood there, staring at the empty platform. He had hesitated, just for a moment, and now the sick bastard was gone.

He cursed himself under his breath, angry at himself for just standing there. This wasn't just any criminal - this was someone dangerous, someone who posed a real threat to the city. He had a responsibility to catch him, to protect the people he had sworn to serve and defend.

But now, he had lost that chance.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, his phone buzzed in his hand. It was Olivia, his boss and closest friend on the squad.

"Rafael, where are you? You were due in court half an hour ago."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he spoke.

"I...I let him get away. The drug lord we've been tracking down. He was here, at the station, and I froze. He got on the train and...I couldn't stop him."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Rafael could almost sense Olivia's disappointment and frustration.

"Okay. We'll regroup and figure out our next move. Don't beat yourself up, Rafael. We'll catch him eventually."

Don't beat yourself up, Rafael.

Easier said than done. He let out a deep sigh, feeling defeated and helpless. But he knew he couldn't give up. He had to keep pushing, keep searching, even if it meant facing his own shortcomings and mistakes.

With a heavy heart, he headed back to the station, determined to make up for his failure and catch this man before it was too late and something bad happened.

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"Did you get a good look at him? Are you sure it was him?"

Rafael had returned to the station and was now recounting the team with details of what he had witnessed.

Rafael nodded his head. "Yes. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He had this-this smile, I knew it was him. I think he knew I recognized him."

Benson nodded grimly. "We'll look into it. In the meantime, let's gather any surveillance footage from the station and see if we can track down any leads."

As the squad dispersed to work on the investigation, Rafael couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. He knew what this man was capable of. Shootings. Bloodshed. Death. This man was not to be underestimate even if they hadn't heard anything for months.

Suddenly, his phone rang, snapping him from his thoughts.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" Rafael answered tentatively.

"Hey, Counselor," a chilling voice replied on the other end. "I hear you've been looking for me."

Rafael's blood ran cold as he recognized the voice of the man he had seen at the station.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

The man chuckled. "You'll find out soon enough. And let me give you a piece of advice. You might want to start preparing for some action. I feel like having fun today."

There was a loud bang before the line went dead, and Rafael instantly recognized it as a gunshot.

Where was he?

Benson walked over to him, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong?"

Rafael took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "He just called me. The man I saw at the station. He knows we're looking for him and he just shot a gun somewhere."

Benson's expression hardened. "Alright. We need to move fast."

"Liv," Amanda hollered from her desk, "We're getting reports of gunfire at the Manhattan Grand Hotel."

Olivia exchanged a look with Rafael before looking back at Amanda. "Go. I'll call Narcotics and the Feds. Take as many as you can. We need all hands on deck."

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Rafael's insisted on accompanying them. He felt a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on him for what had transpired at the train station. As the team prepared to leave, Olivia turned to him and firmly stated, "You shouldn't go." Her words carried a mix of concern and warning, knowing the danger that they were potentially walking into. Despite any initial hesitation, Olivia sighed and shook her head as she recognized Rafael's unwavering determination to make things right. She knew that once he had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind.

"Fine, but you're riding with me," said Olivia, with a sigh.

Rafael nodded. He may have gotten his way but he knew Olivia would make sure he stayed safe.

As they drove down the busy streets of New York City, the sirens of their squad car blaring in the background, Olivia started going over what he should and shouldn't do. She advised him to stay back and let the squad handle the investigation, warning him of the potential danger that lay ahead. But Rafael wasn't paying any attention, lost in his own thoughts.

He thought of the girl at the station.

She didn't even know what had happened after her train had left.

Just like the rest of the city.

And now they were all in danger.

Rafael couldn't help but shudder as he thought about the man responsible for all the chaos.

Carlos "El Diablo" Rodriguez.

He had seen some of the most dangerous criminals in his line of work, but this man was on a whole other level. His reputation preceded him; Rafael had heard whispers and rumors about his ruthlessness and the lengths he would go to protect his empire.

But it wasn't just the fear that made Rafael's blood run cold. It was the knowledge that this man was directly responsible for so much pain and suffering. Families torn apart, lives ruined, all in the name of profit. Rafael had always believed in justice, in upholding the law and protecting the innocent. Rodriguez represented everything he fought against.

And yet, as they drove deeper into the heart of the city, Rafael couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to take down one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to see it through.

As they pulled up to the hotel, Rafael's eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail. He was determined to catch this son of a bitch.

There was a large crowd that was gathered around the entrance. As they made there way though the were bombarded with questions?

"Was someone targeted?"

"Who shot?"

"Why were they here?"

Carisi made way for Rafael and Olivia to pass. "We are investigating and as soon as we know something we'll let you all know," he said into the clamorous crowd before following them in. "So it looks like we have a kidnapping case."

"Do we know who was taken?" Olivia asked.

Carisi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah they took a couple that was staying here with their daughter."

There was a soft whimper that caught Rafael's attention.

There was in officer covering, what he assumed, was the daughter.

"Where are my parents!" she cried.

Rafael froze.

He knew that voice.

He had heard it earlier today.

The officer stepped aside and Rafael's fear was confirmed.

It was the girl.

The one from the train station.

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2. "No trouble from me, I just want to know what's going on here."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "I don't want to be seen talking to the *gendarmerie*, if that's okay. I just want to finish my cigarette."

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - Don't let him go! This could be your witness -- the balcony has a great view of the whole thing.

"Actually, the gendarmerie *really* needs to talk to you."

"No problem. We'll talk next time." [Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Is it really that important?" he asks you, adjusting his shirt.

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - Like a nervous cat, he keeps stealing looks at the neighbouring windows.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Alright, but make it quick. Once I finish this cigarette I have to run."

"I need to get inside this apartment building. Can you help me?"

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Looks like you've got a good view of the Whirling's backyard. Can you tell me anything about the hanging?"

"Alright, we'll talk later." [Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Help you? No, sorry, gendarme..." He shakes his charming head. "I have to run."

2. "Can you tell me your name?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "My name? My name is Martin Martinaise."

RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] - Martin Martinaise? Good local name. Let's go with that.

3. "Looks like you've got a good view of the Whirling's backyard. Can you tell me anything about the hanging?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "I'd even go so far as to say that the view is a little *too good*, my dear gendarme. Do you have an estimate of when the body will be taken away?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "We will remove the body as soon as possible. Now tell us, where were you last Sunday?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Oh..." He waves lazily with his cigarette. "You already asked me that, didn't you?"

"Did I?"

"Did you?" (Look at Kim.)

"I'm pretty sure I didn't."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "No, not you." He gestures idly. "Some more *muscular* type."

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "And when did you speak to this more *muscular* gentleman?" The lieutenant takes out his little blue notebook and writes something down.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Last week? I don't know, look..." He looks around the courtyard again. Rain patters on the window sills and dead house plants, too late to do them any good.

KIM KITSURAGI - "You didn't answer the question. What were you doing last Sunday?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He sighs. "I had a friend over."

"What kind of friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "It was my Sunday friend."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - Makes sense. Friends are nice on Sunday. You don't have to work, you can just spend time with pals, watching rugby and drinking beer.

"What's your friend's real name? Did he see something?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He doesn't reply, gesturing 'no' with his cigarette. Under the grey sky the neighbouring windows are streaked with rain.

4. "Alright, we'll talk later." [Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "No, we won't." He takes one last drag of his cigarette, before stubbing it out on the snowy balcony with a dying hiss.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get going."

Oh, the rain turned to snow midway through the conversation. At first I thought somehow we triggered the wrong line.

[Suggestion - Medium 10] Convince him to stay.

Let him go. [Leave].

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - This isn't the place or time for questions: Who knows who might be watching from the distance, hidden behind the curtains.

"Hey, listen…" (Lower your voice.) "I am just trying to make things okay again. Can we meet again somewhere else?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - For a moment the man on the balcony seems almost vulnerable. Something moves in the depths of his feline eyes: compassion, and a hint of understanding. There's snow gathering on his hair and on his shoulders, a speckle of white against the purple that hangs loose on his slender frame.

"I am sorry, but I really don't have the information you're looking for." His voice is soft and deliberate. With a flick of his wrist, he sends the cigarette butt sailing over the rail…

But hold on, what's that? For a split second his hand lingers... as though gesturing towards a stone placed right next to the front door...

SUGGESTION - It's a sign!

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Good luck with the investigation." He walks away.

New task: The smoker on the balcony

KIM KITSURAGI - "He's gone." The lieutenant puts away his notebook and turns to you.

"We should run after him, see where he went!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No point in running. Tenements like these often have multiple exits. If he doesn't want to talk to us, then he'll know how to hide himself."

"So we just give up?"

"You're right, he probably didn't have anything important to say anyway."

KIM KITSURAGI - "He could be a witness, him or his *Sunday friend*. Either way we need to look into that *muscular type* who's asking about our case..."

"He did leave us a sign, did you see that? He wanted to draw our attention to that stone right over there." The lieutenant nods towards a small rock on a soggy patch of grass.

"If we find a way inside the building, we can ask around for his apartment."

"Great, let's do that." [Leave.]

Examining that stone...

STONE - A stone like any other, lying in a whorl of sleet and mud. Maybe there's something under it?

Turn it over.

Ignore it. [Leave.]

STONE - There's a key beneath it, rusty from the dirt.

+5 XP

Item gained: Key to Apartment Building

KIM KITSURAGI - "This must be for the front door. Pity it doesn't have the apartment number on it. This building has many apartments and the man can be in any of them..."

"How are we going to find the right one?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "We'll just have to go in and see."

Put the stone back. [Leave.]

There is... one other person back here. This is almost certainly going to be a mistake.

CUNOESSE - "Are you trying to sneak up on me?" she whispers. "Come to slit my throat? In my sleep?"

"Pig's come to take me out?" Her voice becomes almost inaudible. "Trying to snuff me out?"

"No, why would you even say that?"

"Are you sleeping right now?"

"I'm sorry for sneaking up on you." [Leave.]

CUNOESSE - "Then why are you sneaking up on me like that? It's not a good idea to scare me, pig. Not a good idea *at all*."

That is as much as we will be getting out of Cunoesse.

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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Christmas Sniffles: Chapter 6

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 ends up sick.

Christmas Eve day passed similarly to the last. Peter 1 was confined to the couch for most of the day under MJ's snowflakes she had decorated with last night. Another Christmas movie played in the background and the older three still doted over the youngest who was trying his best to comply.

He still wasn't the happiest getting fawned over by those around him.

Peter 3 wrapped One in another blanket. "You're the cutest present this year."

The youngest blushed darkly. "Three!"

"Uh-oh, better double check that fever, I think it might have spiked."

Two started. "Really?"

Three held up his hands. "No no no, I was just teasing."

The oldest Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't scare me like that."

Three chuckled nervously. "Sorry."

"See? You should stop your teasing. It gets you in trouble," One teased.

"And you should watch your attitude little Bug." Peter Three started tickling One's sides.

The youngest giggled adorably before breaking into a coughing fit.

"Now that's your cue to stop," Peter 2 replied as he rubbed One's back.

Peter 3 rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"I'll live." Peter 1 readjusted himself into a more comfortable position. "I'm not delicate."

"Oho yeah?"

The next instant, One squeaked as he was scooped into his older brother's arm.

Three grinned at him. "Wook at the wittle baby!" He's sow cuwte!

"Th-three!" The youngest tried to wiggle free without falling out of Three's arms.

"Ahas cute ahas he is, dohont forget he's stihill sick," Two warned.

Peter 3 chuckled and finally set the youngest down. Peter 1 pouted at his older brother as he was kissed on the forehead.

"Alright, have fun you two. I'll see you tomorrow." The middle Peter headed toward the portal contraption.

Two gave him a hug. "Tell your Aunt May we said hello."

"I will. Good night!"

The portal closed with a familiar whoosh.

Two turned and retucked the blankets around Peter 1. "Otto will be here soon, and then MJ and I will back late tonight."

One snuggled next to May Bear. "Two?

"Yeah bud?"

" . . . Thank you."

Two paused. "For what?"

"Y-you and MJ have taken such good care of me and . . . well, I wanted to say . . . Thank you---for doing all of this."

Two smiled and hugged the youngest. "Any time Snuggle Bug. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Peter 1 returned the hug. "I love you big bro."

"I love you too baby bro."

The hug lasted a few good seconds before the two finally separated. The next moment, MJ came downstairs with her coat and purse.

One's eyes widened. "Wow, you look beautiful MJ."

MJ melted. "Thank you honey."

Peter 2 admired her outfit. "He's right you know. You're gorgeous."

"Thank you tiger." MJ gave him a kiss on the lips. "You look pretty nice yourself."

A knock on the door caused the group to turn.

"That should be Otto," Two replied as he headed to the door.

When he opened the door, a metal arm wrapped around him.

"Wow!"

"Harry! Put him down." A voice scolded.

The actuator whined as Otto stepped through the door. The scientist narrowed his eyes at the misbehaving actuator. In response, Harry slowly set the younger man on the ground.

"Thank you." Otto squeezed Peter 2 in his own hug. "Hello Peter."

"Hi Otto." Two returned the hug. "Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas Eve to you too Pete."

The older scientist stepped back then wrapped MJ in a hug. "Hello dear."

"Merry Christmas Eve Otto. It's good to see you."

Otto finally turned to Peter 1. "And here's the man of the hour. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

Otto glanced at Two.

"Fever hasn't gotten any worse. Dizinness is pretty much gone. Cough is still bad though," Two added.

One scowled while Otto smiled.

"Thank you my boy. That's very helpful."

"Alright." MJ stepped forward and kissed One's forehead. "You be good for Otto, and both of you have a good time. We'll be back super late and so will Peter 3."

Peter 2 kissed One on the forehead as well. "Night Pete."

"Have a good time you two. Tell Reverend I said hello," Otto replied.

The couple gathered their coats and cookies then headed out the door. As soon as they were gone, four actuators snuggled up against Peter 1.

"Ihits gohood to sehee yohou guys," the youngest giggled as he petted each of them on their "heads".

Otto stepped forward and shooed the actuators to the side. "Okay, my turn now." The older scientist wrapped One in a hug. "Hello Pete."

"Hihi Otto." Peter 1 returned the hug. "I'm so gald to see you."

Otto settled himself on the couch. "Now, I know your brother gave me a lot of things about your sickness, but I want to hear from you personally how you're doing."

One smiled. "Ihim over all the smothering, but I am genuinely feeling better. Just a stupid cough that won't go away."

"That's good." Otto squeezed his hand. "But how are you doing past the sickness?"

One tentatively tightened his hold on May Bear. He whispered, "I miss her."

The older scientist nodded. "Two did too the first Christmas without her. As did I when Rosie passed." Otto gently tightened his squeeze. "That one is always tough."

"I remember that when Uncle Ben passed . . . It just hurts more when you have no one left."

Otto felt his heart crack a little. He knew that feeling all to well. No words could describe the pain that first year brought, especially around the holidays. Then, if you were completely alone, the feeling got worse. Instead of answering, he lifted the youngest Peter into his lap to wrap him in a hug. The two sat in silence for a while to let One soak in the warmth.

The youngest Peter curled in Otto's hold. "With everyone here . . . I forgot how hard it was going to be."

"It hits you when you least expect it to."

One sniffled. ". . . Does it get any easier?"

"In a few years, it gets manageable. . . I can't tell you how many times I wished Rosie was here to see all this."

"I would have loved to meet her," One added.

"She would have loved you and your Aunt May."

The two settled back into a comfortable silence while 4 curious actuators circled around them.

Otto pulled back to look the youngest in the eye. "How do you feel now?"

"I'm doing okay." The youngest wiped his eyes as he smiled at the older man. "Thank you Otto."

"Any time Peter." Otto smoothed One's hair. "I'm here for you if you ever need me."

One curled into the hug hold. "I know, and I appreciate you for it."

"Do you need a moment?"

" . . . I think I'll be okay. I could use a distraction for a bit."

"Well, what would you like to do? Watch a movie? Read a story? Or, I could tell you a story about your brother when he was younger?"

One beamed. "Really?"

Otto grinned. "Where to begin this man?"

Peter 1 settled in as Otto began to tell him story after story of a much younger Peter 2. The actuators even added in their own snippets when they could. Many of the stories One hadn't heard before; and some of the shenanigans made him giggle and snort. The stories took a pause when One and Otto took a break for a late dinner consisting of another bowl of soup.

While Peter 1 was grateful, he was getting tired of eating the same liquid meal each day. However, this time, Otto slipped something extra under One's bowl.

The older scientist winked at the youngest. "Ginger is supposed to be good for you when you're sick."

Peter 1 pulled out a gingerbread cookie from under his bowl. He beamed at Otto. "Thank you."

The youngest Peter nibbled at his cookie while Otto finished his meal. However, the two were interrupted by a noise outside the door.

Hark, the herald angels sing.

Glory to the newborn king.

"Otto?" One asked.

"Come on, let's go see."

The two opened the door and peered out. Surrounding MJ and Peter 2's porch were a group of carols.

"Who are all these people?" Peter 1 asked as he peered out from behind the scientist.

"They're from Peter 2's church." The older scientist pointed three people standing near the front of the group. "Recognize those three?"

Two, MJ, and Harry waved at One and Otto. Peter 1 waved back at the three before hiding behind Otto again.

One looked up at Otto. "Did you know they were coming?"

The older scientist smiled. "I had a hunch."

After the carols finished their song, they gave one big "Merry Christmas!" before cheering and dispersing to their next house. But not before Peter and Otto waved one last time to their family.

Otto closed the door. "They usually visit widows, widowers, and those who are shut in during the holiday season. Ihi had a feeling since we were both here, they would make sure to stop by."

"It was a great surprise."

"Eh, Reverend was a little pitchy on his notes."

One's eyes widened.

Otto turned to Flo. "I didn't think his eyes could get that wide."

"Otto!"

The older scientist laughed. "Myhy huhumor dohont trahanslahate wehell appaharently."

While Peter 1 rolled his eyes, Otto ruffled his hair. "Goho have a seheat. I'll make tea ahand I'll tell you some more stories about yohour brother."

As One settled in, he thought back on the last few days. He thought Christmas would be ruined because of his sickness, but now it was becoming a Christmas to remember. He got to make so many memories with those he loved the most.

He snuggled into the couch and got excited for the Christmas memories to come.

#whumpee peter 1 #caretaker peter 2 #mj #otto #octodad #sam raimi #caretaker peter 3

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rpsuperhighway · 7 months

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Blog Updates 11/6/2023

Hey hey hey! Mun Blaze here! Sorry that I haven't really done much in the past few...while (part of it's due to other projects, specifically Halloween ones, part of it due to real life stuff.).

Due to the slight influx of new blogs that I've followed and/or are following me. I'd like to give a little heads-up for the status and plans for the blogs! I also updated the rules a bit. Under the read more, so this post isn't too long for those just scrolling

Blog updates

vxridis-quo: Still W.I.P. I'm not sure whether I want it to be a completely OC blog or have it be mostly OC with a few canons here and there (I still wanna have the Little Twin Stars as muses somewhere, maybe they might get their own blog?). Plus I currently have only two completed muses at the moment, and two planned but not drawn or ready.

infernal-thorns: Kinda active, and by that mean I still have FNF on the brain so I might try to start some threads soon...if my social anxiousness doesn't make me act unwise again...

worldofedd: Still W.I.P. Still gotta get icons for Tom, Tord, and Blaze. And create the promo, and create pretty much everything else for it 😅...

dropdeadgxrgeous: I'm gonna remove the canon muses from the blog and make it strictly an OC blog (on my side of course). TBH my interest in RP'ing the canon ghouls is practically nonexistent now and that's pretty much what's been holding me back.

goaskalxce: Still inactive. I'm considering moving Alice to the vxridis-quo blog, but we'll see.

strawberryflxwer: Currently inactive as of now. I'm afraid my Pikmin hyperfixation died out pretty quickly after making the blog. That will likely change once I play Pikmin 1 and 2 on Switch...someday.

My apologizes to those expecting threads or replies on strawberryflxwer. Should my Pikmin hyperfixation come back, I will get to them.

Rule Updates

Added a segment of the "Writing, Replies, and Threads" section to include things for verses and timelines.

Added a segment of the above section in regards to AI

#blog updates

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Stupid, Cupid

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

OC!Serena x Fem!Reader (Ex)

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Chapter 2 | Words: 2,323

TW: Cheating

Wanda's POV

"Morning" Y/N groans as she enters the kitchen, where Natasha is currently working on the crossword in the newspaper and I am making our breakfast.

"Good morning dorogoy." I coo, with my back to her while I stand over a multitude of pans.

(Sweetheart)

She takes a seat next to Natasha, laying her head down onto the counter, and releasing a huff.

"Rough night milaya devushka?" Natasha questions, setting her paper to the side.

(Sweet girl)

She hums in response, slowly nodding her head, as Natasha reaches over to gently run her fingers through her hair.

"What happened?" I sincerely question, wanting to know what's causing her all this pain.

"Serena decided to break up with me a day before Valentine's day, and I have all of this stuff planned that's nonrefundable." She sighs.

My heart skips a beat at the news, partially breaking as I feel her pain radiate through me, and also because I'm selfishly happy about it. Natasha and I have wanted her to be ours since the moment she had arrived here two years ago. Serena's always been the main obstacle that kept us from that goal.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N." Natasha coos, leaning down to place a comforting kiss to her temple. Then she lays her face down to mirror her position, and smiles at her.

"It's okay, it might hurt for a bit, but I'm honestly just relieved. It's been a long time coming. We haven't been happy in quite some time." She sighs out defeatedly.

I can feel that the pain runs deeper than she's letting on, I also do feel her relief, so I choose not to push her.

"Hey, what are you guys doing for Valentine's Day?" She asks, quickly sitting up with a hopeful smile, as she awaits our answer.

"Well, we were just going to stay in cuddling all day and watching movies." Natasha answers her.

"You're welcome to join us." I add on, hopeful she'll say yes.

"That's really sweet of you guys, but I'd never want to impose on your special day. I was actually going to offer my lunch reservations for two to Anella to you guys. I'd hate for it to go to waste, and I couldn't think of any people more deserving than the two of you." She replies, smiling widely at us.

"I don't know dorogoy..." Natasha starts to decline her.

"We'll do it, IF you will watch movies with us when we get back." I agree, while turning to place a plate of food in front of her face.

"Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me!! Thank you Wands, these eggs are absolutely amazing!!" She beams, as she finishes her plate in under a minute.

"I'm going to go make the call and switch the name on the reservation. I'll see you two later." She goes to depart, with a quick kiss to both of our cheeks.

She runs off towards her bedroom giggling, and as soon as she's out of sight, I deflate.

"Do you ever think she'll figure out how much we love her?" I sadly question my girlfriend, using my fork to push the eggs around on my plate, having completely lost my appetite.

"One could only hope, maybe we can finally show her during movie night." Natasha sighs, finishing off the coffee in her mug, then clearing our dishes.

Y/N's POV

I'm currently on the phone with the restaurant, rearranging the reservations for tomorrow around. I'm really disappointed, because I was really looking forward to the french toast. However, Wanda and Natasha deserve the world, so this really isn't a big deal.

The whole entire reason Serena and I have been so unhappy for so long is because she hates my life as an Avenger. Apparently I can't devote enough of my time to her, and she can't be happy with what time I do have. She claims that between all the missions, paperwork and my biological need for sleep, I'm far too busy. Which is really funny, because whenever I would try to work out a date, she'd be the one who was busy.

She also seemed to be jealous of the way the redheads interacted with me, claiming they were far too affectionate. I reassured her repeatedly that she had nothing to worry about, because I genuinely did love her. Regardless of any resulting feelings for the redheads, who are virtually off limits to me, I wanted to make it work. In the end though, she was the one who cheated on me, apparently Dale the pizza guy could make the time for her; but I wouldn't tell that to the assassin or the witch. She might've ripped my metaphorical heart out, but they'd literally rip out her physical one.

I have a whole list of things to readjust, like where the flowers, and the chocolate covered strawberries are being delivered.

Nat's POV

Wanda and I are currently hanging out in our room in a comfortable silence. She's reading a new book Y/N got for her, and I'm meditating—Fury had said I need to work on my chakras.

"She was lying." I interrupt the silence that had fallen upon us, having been feeling uneasy ever since Y/N left us in the kitchen.

"I know..." Wanda sighs, closing her book and laying on her side on the bed to face me as I was sat on the floor.

"I just want to know what part she was lying about..."

"Me too Nat. I can feel her pain, it's immense, and complicated. I can also feel her relief randomly coursing through. It couldn't have been as simple as she's making it out to be, but I'm mostly unsure why she won't tell us."

"She's avoiding it Wands, that's why she was pushing the date onto us. If she focuses on other things she doesn't have to think about what ever it is that happened."

"Yeah, I'm going to the store moya lyubov', I'll make her her favorite dinner tonight, and we can shop for her and hopefully fix her Valentine's Day tomorrow."

"Sounds like a perfect plan to me. She freaking loves this holiday..." I chuckle, reminiscing on the years past.

——— 1 Year Ago ———

No One's POV

"Hey turbo, slow down, where are you off to?" Natasha asks with a smile as Y/N's speeding passed her towards the compound doors, as she rushes to get her jacket on.

"Oh, hey there Natty!! I'm actually headed to Serena's for the night, I want to make sure tomorrow's as special a day as possible. I've been so busy lately with all the Avenging, so I'm trying to make up for it." Y/N quickly rambles on.

"Oh, I'm sure you just being there with her will be plenty enough. What's your plans?"

"Well, I got her a bouquet of peonies, and a locket engraved with our initials and our anniversary on it. I plan to make her breakfast in bed, then watch some horrible chick flick because she loves them. Then we'll go for a walk through Central Park, and enjoy some gelato while feeding the ducks. I also got us dinner reservations at one of those fancy nine course restaurants." Y/N answers, listing off her never ending plans, while Natasha listens intently.

"Woah, that sounds really well thought out, Y/N/N. What does she have planned for you?"

Natasha questions, genuinely confused on when Serena's going to fit anything into the day.

"Oh, Valentine's Day is sort of my thing in our relationship, not hers." Y/N replies with a smile on her face, but Natasha picks up on the air of sadness slipping through her tone and flashing across her eyes.

Natasha's face takes up a scowl at the thought, but fades into a sweet smile as Y/N looks back up to her.

"I hope you and Wands have an amazing Valentine's day tomorrow Natty!!! I made sure to make you guys some chocolate covered strawberries, they're in my mini fridge for safety." Y/N beams, throwing herself at the redheaded assassin for a quick hug.

Natasha squeezes her tightly in her embrace, not wanting to let her go in the slightest, but reluctantly releasing her hold on her.

"You too dorogoy." She replies as Y/N leaves, turning to smile once more as she waves goodbye, and Natasha mirrors her movements.

"She doesn't deserve you..." Natasha sadly whispers to herself, before taking off to sulk with her girlfriend upstairs.

———

Wanda's POV

Nat and I just made it back to the compound, and began to work on the lasagna for Y/N. Natasha put the water on to boil for me, then took her rightful place at the counter to watch me do the rest.

"Friday, Where's Y/N?" Natasha asks the AI, so we could put together the things we bought her without being worried she'll see us.

"She appears to have cried herself to sleep, Miss Romanoff." The AI bluntly replies.

My heart breaks at the newfound information, and I see Natasha's face contort in anger.

"So, instead of lunch tomorrow, I say we commit a crime." Natasha nonchalantly states, smirk ever present upon her face and I can't help but to laugh at her insinuation.

"Have you ever thought that maybe that's why Y/N didn't tell us the full truth, because she knew we'd kill her for whatever it is?" I ask my girlfriend, and she just shrugs her shoulders.

She then proceeded to show me her attempt at the basket of goodies we got for Y/N, smiling widely as she finds pride in her work. I smile back, throw the lasagna into the oven, then make my way over to her.

Seems that I'll be doing everything...

Natasha's POV

Wanda's currently 'fixing' Y/N's gifts up, as she is a perfectionist, and claims my work wasn't "good enough." I'm in charge of collecting Y/N and bringing her to the library to eat lasagna with us.

I gently knock on her door, receiving nothing in return. So I gently open her door, and am met with the sounds of the most adorable snores I'd ever heard. Wanda's snores are like a chainsaw, I could get used to these ones.

As I enter her room I see it's slightly a mess, which is the opposite of its usual state. She's lying flat on her back in the middle of her bed, with one arm draped above her head still clutching onto a used tissue. Her nose is red and irritated, and her cheeks have clear tear stains. Her other arm is lying atop her stomach, and her phone is lying underneath her hand. It looks like she had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand.

The sight of her in this state absolutely breaks my heart, so I move to make quick work of the mess in her room. As soon as I'm finished I throw out all the used tissues on her bed, move her phone to her stand, then sit next to her.

"Y/N—sweetheart, it's time to wake up." I whisper, trying not to startle her, while gently shaking her awake.

"Five more minutes..." She unintelligibly mumbles.

"No dorogoy, you already missed lunch, it's time for dinner." I lightly scold the woman, while pushing her hair back out of her face.

"Not hungry." She whines.

"Wanda made lasagna." I say, knowing this will be the hook.

Her right eye pops open, as she searched my face for I assume signs of deception, then she gently sits up and smiles.

"You should've led with that." She yawns out, stretching her arms in the air, twisting her hips, as her shirt begins to slowly ride up.

"Come on." I laugh out, standing up and extending my hand out to her, trying not to stare too obviously at her exposed abdomen.

— —

"Wands, thanks for the lasagna." Y/N quietly thanks her, as she hurriedly shoves another bite into her mouth.

"Also, Natty, thank you for cleaning my room, you really didn't have to do that."

"None of that dorogoy! We're here for you, always." I shut her down, and pull her towards me for a hug.

"Speaking of that, are you okay?" Wanda interjects.

"I'm always okay when I'm with you two." She genuinely responds, making my heart melt.

Wanda's too, as she practically steals her from me and pulls her into her embrace instead.

"If you're not ready to talk about it yet, we get it, but please remember you can always come to us. We love you, so very much, sweetheart." Wanda coos, while continuing to hold her close to her chest.

Y/N seems affected by her words, as I hear her lightly begin to sob into Wanda's chest. Wanda settles into the couch in the library, tightening her grip.

"We're here." I whisper in confirmation, as I reach over to rub Y/N's back, wanting to be close to her.

She eventually cries herself to sleep again, and I find myself wiping Wanda's now tear ridden cheeks.

"I don't like seeing her so broken..." Wanda admits, as her voice cracks.

"Me neither, moya lyubov'." I whisper in response, as I let one tear fall, then I gently remove Y/N from Wands arms.

I carry her back to her room, I go to lay her down as Wanda moves to pull the duvet back on her bed. I watch as Wanda's tucking her in, while I plug her phone in. Lastly, I set a bottle of water down with a tylenol on her nightstand.

"We love you..." Wanda whispers against her hairline, then places a kiss to her forehead, as she subconsciously reacts with a sweet smile in her sleep.

"...more than you seem to realize." I add on, kissing her cheek, then turning her lights off.

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abimess · 2 years

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ooooh we for sure would love to see some synopses

Fair enough haha here are some information about ideas I've been working on:

1. Front Porch (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

This story is inspired by the song Front Porch by Joy Williams and it's very sweet and fluffy. It's pretty much finished, I may post it soon, I think. I'm not so sure yet haha here's a sneak peek:

Wanda Maximoff has been your best friend since you were a child. As with her twin brother, you grew close with ease, being a part of each other's lives for long years.

That all changed when the two Maximoffs decided to join Hydra. You didn't know much about the group at the time, but years later you learned from Wanda that it was a Nazi organization that conducted numerous torture experiments on her and her brother.

That was the day you finally realized that you were in love with her. Nothing in the world had ever aroused such a desire to protect someone in such a way. In front of the brunette's watery eyes and sad expression, you felt that you could face the whole world for her, even though she was completely capable of defending herself with the new abilities she had acquired.

2. The best heart (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

This is a crazy idea I had several months ago but never put into action, but I finally did. In this story we'll follow Y/n and Wanda's journey, from the Age of Ultron period until post WandaVision. Just from this you can see it'll be a lot of work haha and I'm still on the first part, so it'll take me a while to finish, but here's a dialogue from the first chapter that I particularly like and will be somewhat important for the series as a whole:

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha finally asks, looking at you curiously, and you shrug. "I don't know, I just... I feel bad for them, you know? I mean, I kind of know what they went through."

You share your thoughts absently, your eyes fixed on the floor as flashes of your own childhood pass through your mind no matter how hard you try to avoid them. When you finish, however, Nat says nothing, and as you look at the redhead and notice a small amused smile on her lips, you frown. "What?"

"It just amazes me sometimes. That you have the best heart among us." She replies casually, causing your cheeks to take on an intense shade of pink. [...]

3. To be titled (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

I was revisiting some of my old stories and remembered how much fun I had writing High school AUs and enemies to lovers, so I decided to do something with those again. And I like what I'm doing because at the same time it's cliché, it's not? I can't explain it, I just hope I like the result haha here is a dialogue between Y/n and Wanda I love this enemies dynamics, so fun haha:

[...] Suddenly, you feel a strong impact on the side of your shoulder.

"Oops, sorry, Y/l/n, didn't see you there." Wanda Maximoff sends you an over-the-top fake apology, a smug little smile at the corner of her lips, and your blood boils immediately.

"It's okay, your inflated ego must have covered your sight." You answer with the same fakeness, forcing a smile in her direction, and the brunette flips you off before walking away.

"We started early, I see," Bucky comments by your side, and you stop glaring at Wanda to look at him. "It's not my fault if she's unbearable." You answer, still annoyed, but take a deep breath in an attempt to pull yourself together. Wanda Maximoff wouldn't get on your nerves on your very first day.

4. Drown (Leigh Shaw x Reader)

Last but not least, this story was a request made by @olsensnpm inspired by the song Drown by Martin Garrix and Clinton Kane. As always, I love her requests, but... Well, prepare yourselves for heartbreak. Here is a little bit of pain [also suggestive]:

Her body under your fingers is like quicksand all night long, pulling you closer and closer into her, and you have to fight with all your might against this all too natural instinct. Her lips burn your skin, and the sounds that leave them when you touch her are the most painful goodbye you could ever wish for. But it needs to be this way, so you let it wash over you.

The night is over in the blink of an eye and before you know it she's lying on your chest, your sweaty bodies entwined under the sheets. If you looked down you would see the signs on her features hinting her mind is in the deepest, most peaceful of dreams, but you keep your eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The conflicting thoughts in your own mind are like tectonic plates beneath the earth, moving abruptly against each other, creating a tsunami of doubt and uncertainty that drowns out any hopeful thoughts that might rise from the shore.

As I mentioned in another ask, I have no prediction of when I'll post these, but they exist and are being written hahaha please let me know what you think!!!

#asks #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #leigh shaw x reader

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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gravity

– nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader

miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff

wc: 2.7k

warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw

a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot 😎 finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.

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time on earth: 3:43 am

one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.

'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"

he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.

"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."

it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"

jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"

again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."

"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.

"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."

he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"

jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."

at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.

it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 2:26 am

"—and layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?

"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.

"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.

"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.

"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.

"are you nervous?"

"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.

"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."

"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.

"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.

the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.

"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"

"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"

"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"

"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."

"yeah, but-"

"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"

he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."

perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.

"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.

"good night, y/n."

'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.

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time on earth: 9:18 am

today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.

"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.

"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.

he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."

jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."

his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.

for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.

upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.

"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"

turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"

a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."

it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 9:45 am

"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.

"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"

"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.

"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."

"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.

"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.

"coordinates and angles, houston?"

"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."

"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"

the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.

"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."

it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.

"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"

everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.

"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.

"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"

sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.

"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.

"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 8:04 am

the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.

he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.

jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.

"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."

they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2—i'm pretty quick at this."

"i have no doubt about that."

the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.

"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."

they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."

"okay, but what about that date?"

"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.

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time on earth: 2:57 pm

the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.

"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.

a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.

immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.

y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."

the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.

"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.

"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.

if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.

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time on earth: 4:31 pm

the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.

"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.

"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.

"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.

"let's go then."

once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.

as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.

"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"

"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.

it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four

Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub! It was so close AHHH! That was a bold move! I can't believe he didn't throw me off!!

You're over the moon for the rest of the day. You have been under the weather for some days, and your parents are worried about it. Seeing you like this, they feel at ease.

You begin to anticipate tomorrow. Will your relationship with Wonwoo turn for the better? This is what makes school exciting!

However, Wonwoo feigns ignorance whenever you try to have a conversation with him. It goes on for another two days, and he still has nothing to say to you.

Not to mention, Somi and Umji also avoid talking about him during the break. They never answer your questions regarding Wonwoo, and it put you into a dispiriting mood again.

In the aftermath, you lose concentration during the computer class. In fact, your head is full of him. Your two best friends give you hints about Wonwoo's matter, but they're just superficial.

My mind is a mess.

After the class, you block Wonwoo's seatmate's path and begin questioning- more like interrogating.

"Tell me, is there any problem Wonwoo is having these days?"

Kihyun averts from your scrutiny. He refuses to talk.

"Come on, tell me," you persuade him into confessing. As a seatmate, he must know a tiny bit about Wonwoo. "I won't tell him that it's you who said to me. Sounds good?"

"He's not stupid,"

That's very true. Hmm...

"I will bear the responsibility. Just spill it," you convince him. This time, you're sure you'll get to the matter.

Kihyun sighs.

"A few third-year students have been picking up fights with him. I think Wonwoo was triggered by something they said. By the way, I remind you of a thing,"

"You shouldn't be near to him. You know that he's a scholarship boy, right? There's an unspoken rule here in Sejong High..."

That's your wake-up call. No wonder Wonwoo calls you 'stuck-up rich kid', and now you realize that you might've looked down on him, unintentionally.

He was right. I'm a stuck-up rich kid with no shame.

Although Kihyun tells you all that, you're still on the surface. What has possibly put him off at that time? You want to know more.

As you walk to the cafeteria, Somi and Umji are busy talking about the former's boyfriend.

"My boyfriend's birthday is coming but I don't know what to give him," Somi sounds helpless as she snakes her arms around yours and Umji's.

You don't put your focus on her, so you don't reply.

Umji thinks for a while before sharing her idea. "Your boyfriend is rich enough to buy everything so what if you bake him something? That'd be rather special- at least for me,"

They never stop afterwards. It amuses you that the two has yet to have their topics exhausted. They keep going on!

After getting the snack, the three of you is about to return to class but is stopped by the crowd. They run toward the field.

"The new kid is fighting with a senior!"

"Damn, he's got gut!"

Somi and Umji simultaneously peek at your expression. "Wonwoo? Hey Y/N! Oh my god, don't tell me-"

"Wait for us, Y/N!"

Half of the first-year students watch the fray. Some are cheering for the guy senior, and you panic.

Your imagination runs wild. As much as you hate seeing a fight erupts, you hope Wonwoo isn't the one receiving the senior's blow!

Your small frame slips easily through the throng, and the situation shocks you.

Umji manages to catch you while Somi's being pulled away by her boyfriend. "We better go now!" she gives you a quick pull but you're not moving an inch. She frantically observes the situation and heaves a sigh at the sight of the security.

"WHAT ALL OF YOU DOING HERE?" The security runs faster to the crowd and breaks off the fight. Wonwoo huffs and puffs; showing his dissatisfaction toward the guy he had punched.

The senior has a gang; they help him up. Wonwoo is the one left unattended since he's alone. You watch him from the side and is on the horns of a dilemma.

You know it's no good if you go help Wonwoo now with all the attention directed to him.

Out of the blue, one of the seniors speaks up. "Apologize to Juwon and we'll act nothing happened just now," It's obvious he's intended to embarrass Wonwoo in front of many students.

He smirks when his words hit the target. Mutterings are loud in the air as the audiences express their opinions.

"Wonwoo, don't apologize!" you yell. Your voice was loud enough for the circle to pay heed to you. You cower as a response and Umji slaps your arm.

The senior snickers and voices out again."Boy, you better give in to him. His father is a person you couldn't afford to offend,"

Juwon slouches against his friend and finally says something at his friends. "If he doesn't want to admit defeat, we can take this matter to the teachers. Let's see if this parasite can win against me," he sneers.

The involved parties are eventually called to the office. You insist to accompany Wonwoo and he has nothing to say about it.

"I'm on your side, Wonwoo! Don't be scared of them. If anything happens, I'll protect you!" your fingers clench and you look up to Wonwoo who's quiet since the row had ended. Little did you know, he takes a quick glance right after you turn your head.

'Just what this meek creature can do...'

The time in the office feels tedious. Wonwoo hates the rich kids that are only good at blabbering and settle everything with their parent's standings.

"I won't call my parents just for this trivial matter but I have one condition,"

The teachers think the senior makes a great deal with Wonwoo, and since they don't want to be visited by the superior parents they push him to seize the offer.

You and Wonwoo leave the place as soon as they agreed with the deal. Wonwoo remains silent.

"They're so childish! That's more like punishment," you huff with your arms crossed. You can't believe the senior wants Wonwoo to be the ball boy for the basketball club.

"Why do you like to intervene?"

"Huh?" you stutter. This is the first time you get to hear his voice today.

"To be honest, I don't know,' you shrug. Your body and mind seem to be unallied when it comes to him. Even the latter warns you to not get entangled with other's business, the former just ignores and go with it.

"By the way, don't you think the senior is more stuck-up than me?" You ask excitedly as you lean to him and wait for his response. You want to change the impression he has about you.

Wonwoo takes in the view in front of him as he faces your question. Surprisingly, he feels less irritated by it.

He slows down his walking pace as he takes notice of yours. Wonwoo holds his hands at his back and fakes a thought.

After enjoying the hopefulness in your eyes, he gives the answer. "It seems like it," he says.

Due to the revelation from Wonwoo himself, you cover your mouth in excitement. Wonwoo watches as you turn tomato from his word and walks ahead.

In a hurry, you ask. "So you'll naturally sign up with the basketball club?" He raises his shoulder slightly and then nods.

Your heart soars louder and unintentionally, it echoes across the hallway. "Got it! I'm coming too!"

Since then, your life has revolved around Wonwoo. Occasionally, he would ask for personal spaces, and even though his changes are almost negligible, you don't mind.

Being around him the whole day is fun. You get to know his habits, his favourite food and drink, or basically all about him. Not, you do seem like an ordinary girl chasing after a guy.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, feels like he has a friend. He ghosts you daily, but your presence fills a spot next to him.

The two of you get accepted into the basketball club. Every Tuesday, Wonwoo will stay at school for two hours to be the ball boy. Not that everyone tries to be silent about it, but there's this girl who keeps waiting for the guy.

She's pretty, and her hair compliments her exquisite, doll-like features.

She never pays attention to other guys as if her eyes are glued to the ball boy. The green-eyed seniors want to embarrass Wonwoo even more because of that.

"Hey ball boy, the bottles are empty. Refill them!" the senior who took Wonwo's punches shouts. You quickly get up and help Wonwoo. "Let me help!"

Wonwoo lets you take 2 bottles as he carries the other 6. "Go home after we go back,"

"Why? I want to stay with you,"

Wonwoo has no idea whether you intended to flirt with him or casually announced that, but surely, he is flustered.

He regains composure and gives a response.

"What a dimwit," the seniors are gawking at you, and you overlook that?

He wishes he could deliver that very sentence, but he may sound jealous. Well, I'm not.

"I'm here to protect you, didn't I say that before? So, stop pushing me away cuz I won't leave you."

You don't realize that your attendance by Wonwoo's side just creates another problem for him. His workload increases by tenfold due to the green-eyed seniors.

Once the game is over, Wonwoo fulfils his duty and cleans the court. In the meantime, you listen to songs on the bench.

Wonwoo has done a lot of work and this is one nothing to him. He finishes just when everyone exits the place. He thinks that you might have returned home. You aren't there when he checks out the place you've been sitting at.

Only when he walks out the hall that he accidentally eavesdrops on the conversation between you and the seniors.

He could guess the topic and he looks at the corner. If he steps just a bit forward, they will see him. And he does that.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he then presents himself.

"Just say no if you don't want to be his girlfriend. Don't waste your time,"

Enlightened, you turn the senior down and run to Wonwoo. You complain at how bad his proposal was and Wonwoo chuckles.

"What do you do at the weekend?" as you wait for your chauffeur, you build a conversation with him.

Wonwoo isn't a person to be so friendly with someone. He thinks for a while as he contemplates to answer the question.

"Study in the library,"

Wonwoo is a smart student, and his answer doesn't come off as a surprise to you. "I've never been to a library before. I meant in this area but which one do you frequent?"

There are only two libraries in the area, and Wonwoo has only been to the small one since it's closer.

"Ooh, OK then." swiftly, you take a note of it. Just right after that, you see your family car drifts into the parking lot. "Oh! My car's here. I have to go now." you wave at him in a distance and shout. "Don't stay too long under the sunlight! Bye-bye!" then you disappear into the car.

When you arrive at the library on Saturday, you quickly scan the area for him. Lucky you the place is just up to your energy to find him.

You stride from one isle to another. It's probably the physics section when you find a familiar back.

"Hey," you whisper from the back. Wonwoo is so immersed in his reading and you bet he wouldn't have noticed you if you hadn't appeared before him after that call.

With a cheeky smile, you say. "Let's go out,"

He examines the surroundings and realizes that you come alone. "What are you doing here?" his volume is practically below scolding to avoid making a fuss in the quiet place.

"You ask too much! Come on," You jog to his side and help him pack his stuff.

"I only ask once, and I did not agree to you,"

Not bringing too many necessities, you wind up less than a minute. "Shh... Just come with me, will you?"

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fanfic-she-wrote · 3 years

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Imagine being the reincarnation of Dracula's long lost love: part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Dracula helped you out of the coffin and held you close in his arms, not wanting to ever let you go again.

"Vlad, I was so scared." You told him, pressing your face into his chest.

"Me too." He said, stroking your hair. So he was right after all. You were Maria. You had finally come back to him at last.

You still felt weak and held on to Dracula for support. Not only did you feel weak, but you felt... different. You didn't know what it was, but it was like all your senses were maxed out. It was so overwhelming. There was also this new scent that you discovered. It smelled delicious, but what was it? You wondered looking around trying to find the source.

"What did you mean that you remember everything?" Van Helsing asked, concerned for you.

You faced him, realizing just where that smell was coming from. Your eyes shined bright red, an intense hunger in them...hunger for blood. Normally you would have been repelled by such a thing, but right now you needed it more than ever. Van Helsing watched you nervously as you inched toward him.

"Y/N?" He said nervously backing away, but you did not answer. All you could think about was his blood, the taste of it on your lips. Dracula noticing your odd behavior, grabbed you by your shoulders and held you back. Why? He did not know. He had wanted to kill Van Helsing himself earlier. Perhaps he was trying to prevent you from doing something you would regret.

You squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but Dracula held you firmly in place. "Let me go!" You hissed at him, revealing for the first time your fresh new set of fangs. Van Helsing stared at you wide eyed. What had he done? You were no longer the sweet, brave, and kind Y/N, you were now a monster. He should never have let Dracula turn you. But then you would be dead...looking at you now, maybe it would have been better that way. He just lost it in a moment of grief.

"Calm down, darling." Dracula spoke in a soft voice, trying to soothe you. "You will feed soon, I promise."

Van Helsing glanced up at him. "What do you mean?"

"She is in a very crucial time right now. She needs to feed." Dracula urgently explained to him.

"So what will you do, go kill another innocent person?" He asked, raising his voice.

"We have no choice."

Van Helsing sighed. "Then she can have some of mine."

"That is not necessary, Doctor Van Helsing." He refused.

"Yes it is. I won't have you or her killing anyone else. I'll run into town and get my supplies. I'll be back soon." He said, buttoning up his coat, turning to leave.

"Henry, take the coach if it's still there and take him home." Dracula ordered. Henry nodded and promptly followed Van Helsing out.

A few minutes later the tapping of horseshoes against the ground could be heard as they disappeared into the night leaving you and Dracula alone. You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh, then looked up at him.

"Is that what it's like for you all the time?" You asked, now realizing how difficult life was for him. How tempting it was to feed on human blood. Even now with no mortals around, you desired it. Dracula simply nodded. "It's horrible...I can't believe I wanted to...to..." You winced at the thought of hurting, maybe even killing Lawrence. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you close.

"Come, let's wait for them upstairs." Dracula said, guiding you from the dungeons and up the stairs. When you reached the entry hall your mouth fell open in shock. This was the first time you had seen the castle in ruins. You felt a very intense anger. How dare the townspeople do this to your home, to Dracula's home!

"What do we do Vlad?" You ask, looking around. He squeezed your shoulder and replied, "We'll find some place else. Anywhere is home as long as I have you."

As you waited for Van Helsing to return, your mind wandered. You thought about how strange fate was. In your previous life you were married to Dracula and Van Helsing was his power hungry step-brother who killed you. In this life you were Van Helsing's friend who ultimately reunited you with your lover.

"What's wrong?" Dracula asked, noticing how quiet you had become.

"I was just thinking. What happened after...after I died all those years ago?" You asked. Dracula knew this question was inevitable now.

"Well, Van Helsing fled and joined the Turks. Soon after, we went to war and I was killed during one of the battles. As I lay there dying from my wounds, the devil appeared to me. I sold my soul and in return I would have my revenge on the Van Helsings." He told you.

"That's when you became one of the living dead?" You asked. He nodded. "But Lawrence doesn't know about any of that. He told me he wanted to get rid of you because he thought you were a threat to humanity."

"He's right. I am." He admitted. "I didn't care how many lives I took. How much blood I spilled. None of them mattered as long as I didn't have you. I was just as ruthless in life as I am in death."

"And now?"

He paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't know..."

Suddenly, from out of the wreckage you heard some rustling followed by a series of painful moans. Dracula pushed you behind him ready to attack whatever it was. From beneath the debris, a man crawled out. He was covered in dirt and blood, the smell instantly flooded your nostrils. "H-help me..." The man pleaded as he slowly pulled himself across the floor. Dracula looked over at you and saw the hunger return in your eyes and how you licked your lips, desperate for just a little taste. He didn't want to admit how turned on he was by this. He smiled and stepped aside, letting you pass. He wasn't about to let you miss out on your first meal.

Your eyes were fixed on the man before you, like a predator staring down it's prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

"I'll help you." You lied, your voice sounding menacing.

"Oh, thank you I-" He peered up at you and saw what you had become and let out a blood curdling scream. "Nonnnoo! Please!" He cried, cowering away, but you didn't hear him. You were focused on one thing. You grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the ground making him eye-level with you. You hesitated for a moment. You knew you shouldnt. That this was bad, but he did try to kill you and your love after all. He deserved it. Your mouth was practically watering as the sound of his pulse pounded against your eardrums. Dracula stood behind you and whispered in your ear, "Do it." Before the man could utter another plea for mercy, you sunk your fangs deep into his neck. His blood dripped down your lips and chin as you sucked every last drop from his body. Dracula wanted you now more than ever. You moaned and threw your head back enjoying the taste of blood as it ran down your throat. Once you were finished, you tossed the corpse back into the rubble he crawled out of.

"How do you feel now?" Dracula asked, eyeing you lustfully. You grinned at him. "Much better, darling." You answered in a husky voice, running your finger under his chin. Unable to resist you a moment longer, he twirled you around and pressed you flush against him. Leaning down he licked some of the blood from your lips, then he roughly pressed his mouth on yours. He could still taste the blood as he slipped his tongue inside. It drove him mad. You couldn't help but let out a moan when he suddenly nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away. You both stared longingly into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.

You went to kiss him again, but were interupted when Henry and Van Helsing returned.

"Y/N! What have you done?!" He exclaimed noticing the fresh blood around your lips, running towards you. He looked down at the man's lifeless body, a horrified expression on his face. "You killed him..."

"What of it?" Dracula sneered.

"Don't you understand? She killed an innocent man!" He yelled.

"He wasn't so innocent when he tried to kill us." You quickly pointed out.

"Y/N, why? I thought you were better than this."

"I guess I'm not who you thought I was." You said coldly. Van Helsing felt his heart break again at how much you changed. He wanted to take you far away from here, far away from Dracula. To try to find a way to get his Y/N back. He'd rather you be dead than live out eternity like this...Van Helsing sighed. He had no other choice. He had to kill you and Dracula before it was too late.

"I guess not." He agreed. "There's nothing more I can do if this is the life you've chosen. I'm leaving for London tomorrow." Dracula eyed him suspiciously. Was he really willing to just leave you alone? To just ignore the fact that you might kill again. Did he really care for you that much?

"Will I ever see you again?" You asked, still wishing to remain friends. Even though his ancestor had murdered you in your past life you didn't hold it against Lawrence. He was different.

"No, I don't think so." He replied, looking away.

"I'm sorry to hear that." You said sadly, but you understood.

"I am as well." Van Helsing said. You pulled away from Dracula and went over to your friend, pulling him into a hug. Why did you have to do that? He thought. It only made things more difficult for him. He knew the real you was still in there somewhere, but the vampire took her place leaving a shell of what you once were. You placed a quick peck on his cheek and backed away.

"Goodbye, Y/N." He said, knowing that this was the last time he was going to see you alive, knowing that when the sun came up it was up to him to end your damned existence. He turned and left without another word.

Dracula felt your distress and wrapped you in his arms in a comforting embrace. It was getting close to dawn now. He needed to find you a coffin before daylight broke. So, after he knew you were alright he left with Henry to the local cemetery to find you a coffin.

You wandered the castle ruins thinking about Lawrence. He had been your only friend in the world till now. No one else had stopped to give you a second thought, but he did. He was there for you when no one else was. At one point before you came to Transylvania, you thought you loved him, but he was too involved in his work. His work was his ultimate passion, and you knew you couldn't compete, so you never did. You sometimes wondered what it would be like if you had chosen a life with Van Helsing. Would you be a silly little domestic couple with a house and kids? It was an amusing thought, but neither of you were the type.

Finally, Dracula and Henry returned a little while later carrying a coffin. It wasnt anything fancy, but it would do. Perhaps later, you could get a better one. Sunlight started peeking in through the windows as they hurriedly carried it into the dungeons, placing your coffin beside Dracula's.

"Too bad they don't make couple's coffins." You joked.

"Maybe we could have one made." He teased, kissing your neck where he had bitten you, making you shudder. "I love you." You said softly running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too." It was so pleasant to hear him utter those words. You wanted to hear him say it again and again.

"Sleep well, darling." You said with a yawn, as you lay down suddenly feeling tired. You took one last look at him before shutting the lid. This wasn't an ideal lifestyle, but you loved him and that's all that mattered.

The sun rose into the sky and the birds began to sing their morning song. It would have been a beautiful day if it not had been for the task that Van Helsing had set out to do. He crept back inside the castle, bag in hand, being careful not wanting to draw attention to himself. He stood in the doorway to the dungeons, contemplating his next move. His chest was heavy as the thought about driving a stake into your heart. But he had to do it. He slowly opened the door and walked inside, and down the flight of stairs to the room where Dracula's coffin had been earlier. Now he noticed, that there were two coffins lying side by side, one belonging to you.

He reached inside his bag and pulled out a hammer and a couple of stakes. Van Helsing strode over to your coffin and pulled open the lid. Inside, you lay looking peaceful and content, a small smile on your face. If only it didn't have to be this way...

He pressed the stake between your breasts and raised the hammer high into the air, ready to strike. But he couldn't. The longer he stared down into your beautiful face, the harder it became to do it. He closed his eyes. Maybe if he didn't look at you...But he just couldnt. Why was this so difficult?

Suddenly, a voice shouted out behind him startling him. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Henry shouted, running at him, tackling him to the ground.

"Stop!" Lawrence yelled, shoving Henry off of him. Not listening, Henry raised his fist and slammed it into the side of Van Helsing's face, quickly tearing the stake and hammer out of his grasp.

He shook his head, feeling dazed for a moment.

"How could you do that?! I thought you wanted her alive?!" Henry asked throwing away his weapons across the room.

"I did, but after seeing what she has become I couldnt let her live like that...but I can't do it. I can't release her from this curse....It's all my fault." Van Helsing sobbed, his head throbbing. This is why he never let anyone get close to him in the first place. He had only himself to blame for this. There had to be another way and he was going to find it by any means necessary.

#not my best work #pretty satisfied with it tho #i think this might have more parts than i planned #hope you guys like it!#dracula x reader #van helsing x reader #hammer dracula #x reader #reader inserts #christopher lee

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