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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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Only Love, Only Hate (2/?)

Pairing: Riff x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Derogatory language

Part Summary: At the gym, Y/N plans on having fun, despite Bernardo’s overbearing rules.

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I twirl in front of Maria’s mirror, taking in my appearance.

“You look like a princess!” Maria compliments from her spot on the edge of her bed.

“Y/N! Maria!” Bernardo calls from the kitchen. “Sebastián and Chino are here! Ready?”

“We’re right here!” Maria giggles as she swings open the door.

I take one last check in the mirror before emerging behind her. The boys are chatting in the corner and Anita is fidgeting with Maria’s belt.

I turn toward to the mirror on the wall to apply some lipsticks that matches my dress.

When they see me appear out of the corner of their eyes, they immediately halt their actions.

Anita gasps, clasping her hands together. “Aw, muy bonita!”

Bernardo analyzes the dress. “Red?” He mumbles to Anita. “Really?”

She belows him in the side, making him grunt.

“Bernardo?” I seek his opinion as I turn around.

He presses his lips together but reluctantly gives his approval. “Excellent!” He approaches me and attempts to lift the off-the-shoulder straps. “You don’t think we could bring the shoulders up though?”

“Nardo…” I sigh, but can’t help but smile faintly at his constant protectiveness.

“Fine! Fine!” He holds his hands up in surrender. “But if any gringo boys look at you or Maria…” He undercut punches the air.

“No fighting tonight, por favor,” I plead. “Not at our first dance here! Besides, you’ve dragged Sebastián and Chino to escort us!”

Bernardo sighs, places his hands on my shoulders. “Y/N, you know I consider you a second sister. I’m only looking out for your best interest.”

“Sí, I know.”

“Chino, Seb, ready?”

Each of them sheepishly nod. This should be thrilling...

“Bueno, then are we ready ladies?” Bernardo offers his hand to Anita to which she takes.

Sebastián extends his arm out to me. “Excited to dance?”

“I’ve been looking forward to it all week!” I confess. “Hopefully Bernardo actually lets me have some fun tonight,” I joke as we leave the apartment.

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Sebastián escorts me down the hall as we follow close behind Maria and Chino. I hope Bernardo doesn’t do anything irrational and snappy toward the gringos. All I want to do is dance and have a nice night out. After all, this is the first night Maria and I have had out since arriving in New York.

The music of the dance echoes out into the hallway and as the double doors swing open, it grows louder. My lips part as my eyes land on the band, the colorful lights, and the many couples dancing.

The six of us stroll onto the dance floor and all I can do is watch everyone dance. Immediately, Bernardo and Anita join in. The Puerto Ricans cheer, glad to see their leader show off. Maria giggles beside me, urging me to watch. It’s remarkable. The way they extend their bodies and move about each other so effortlessly.

“Y/N?” Seb utters my name.

I hum, having not realized how distracted I was.

“Would you like to dance?” He asks with a soft smile.

I cling to his arm enthusiastically, nearly jumping up and down. “Yes! I would def-“

Suddenly, there’s a whistle blown dramatically. My eyes flicker away from Seb to see Bernardo shove someone in the chest, making them stumble back. Soon, all of the boys rush to the center of the gym. My vision is blocked by the bodies. Yet, I can tell one thing… it’s Puerto Ricans vs. Gringos. It’s as clear cut as an edge of glass.

A cop appears between them, shoving the two groups apart. “Seriously! Pretty girls looking to dance and all you guys can think about is killing each other?”

A teacher with his clipboard attempts to suggest a game, a merry-go-round of sorts. Girls on the inside, boys on the outside. It’s to encourage mixing. It’s a lost cause with this group. They’ll never dance together. Then again, this might just be my ticket to dancing if the police push it.

“Vamos.” I slip my hand into Sebastián’s start toward the center of the dance floor.

“Y/N, where are you going?!” Maria rushes out nervously.

“Y/N, I don’t think this is such a good idea...” Sebastián worries.

I shuffle through the crowd, ignoring Seb’s protesting. I manage to get us to the front, right beside Anita and Bernardo.

Anita notices me first. She gives me a look of warning as she attempts to usher me away. “¿Estás loca, niña? Si Bernardo-” (Are you crazy, girl? If Bernardo-)

“Please, Anita!” I whisper. “Let me-”

“No, no!” Bernardo appears between us. He steps in front of me, blocking me from the Jets and urges me back to the stands. “You’re not going to be a part of this. Go wait over there!”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Nardo, really?”

“Yes really!” He insists, squeezing my shoulders. “I will not have you anywhere near these boys! If your mamá or papá knew-”

“Well they’re not here, are they?” I challenge, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What’s going on over there, Bernardo?” A familiar voice questions from behind him.

Bernardo turns around and points at the gringos warningly. “This does not concern you!”

With a snicker, I slip out from behind Bernardo to the center of the circle, much to his annoyance. “I thought you had to be quick on your feet to be a boxer?”

Both the Puerto Ricans and Gringos react to my teasing with laughter and oohs.

“Y/N...” Bernardo huffs, growing frustrated. “Por favor, sit this one out.”

“Y/N?” A familiar voice repeats from the other side.

I peer over my shoulder at the Jets and my eyes land on Riff. My lips part in surprise. I suppose it makes sense for him to be here. I just wasn’t prepared to see him again so soon. His arm is slung over some blonde who glares at me like a dirty cat on the street.

I smile, approaching the boy slowly with my hands on my waist.

“Y/N! Stop it!” Anita warns, snapping her fingers for me to come back over.

Riff’s mischievous features shift. A smirk slowly starts to form on his lips as he concludes it’s really me. “Hey, why not let the girl play along if she wants to?” He declares, keeping his eyes on me.

His proclamation is approved with cheers by the Jets.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you, Jet Boy?” I remark, looking him up and down.

My nickname makes him chuckle and earns a scoff from his girl.

“We don’t bite.” A Jet snickers beside him.

“Speak for yourself.” Another boy adds, eyeing me up and down.

Riff holds up his hand. “Enough!” He chuckles and peers at me. “Jet Boy, huh? I like that.”

“Riff has a point.” The officer interjects, trying to reason with Bernardo. “Anyone who wishes to participate is more than welcome.”

“No! And I mean it!” Bernardo stands his ground. He grabs my wrist, pulling me back towards to the Sharks. “Y/N, come now!”

I scoff, yanking my arm free from his grip. “¡Eres imposible!” I growl l in his face as I pass by him toward the exit.

“Y/N, wait!” Anita calls for me.

“I’m fine!” I huff over my shoulder.

I hear her snap at Bernardo for his behavior, but I don’t care to stick around to talk it out. I press through the double doors that lead out into the hallway. Soon, the music is again muffled. Couples scatter the hall and all I want is some privacy. I follow the hallway to the exit leading to the alley, the doors we came in. Believing some fresh air may do me some good, I step outside. From a recent drizzling of rain, the pavement sparkles from the lights of the street lamps. My heels click against the otherwise empty alley as I move further away from the doors.

I need a moment to just be alone and recover from Bernardo’s embarrassing behavior. He treats me like a child. I didn’t leave my friends and family in Puerto Rico to feel trapped in New York. There were limited choices back home and in America Bernardo has created even less. It’s suffocating. I want to make a life here and he’s creating a prison some days.

Chatter and music echo outside from the cracked windows of the gym. I start to sway to the tune and my eyes fall shut. If Bernardo won’t let me dance in the same gym as gringos, perhaps I can dance out here.

My peace is interrupted by the double doors creaking, followed by footsteps tapping against the steps toward the alley.

“I said I’m fine, Anita!” I announce.

“Lo siento, señorita.” A familiar voice replies with a playful tone, but it’s not Anita.

I whip my head around to find Riff strolling toward me with a mischievous grin. Immediately, panic starts to set in as I rush toward him. “What are you doing?!” I press a hand to his chest to urge him inside. “If anyone saw you out here with me-” I pause when he places his hand over mine, pressing it harder against him. My heart begins to race as I glance between our hands and his eyes. He continues to wear a carefree smile. “You’re looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

“For what? Wanting to dance with a pretty girl?” He snickers. “I do owe you at least a dance in exchange for that dress.”

For a moment, I laugh, but then I remember all the things Bernardo has told me about him. My features fall, causing Riff’s to shift to concern. “Why are you nice to me but dislike everyone else?” I ask. “You do know I’m Puerto Rican?”

“I can’t explain it…” He shakes his head as his eyes search my face for some understanding. “It feels as though I was meant to meet you today. Even if it was a bit clumsy of an introduction.”

I snicker. Then, I recall the girl he had under her arm. “Where’s that little blonde girl you were so close with?” I glance over at the double doors, wondering where he left her.

“Grazi?” He shakes his head. “She don’t matter.”

Ah yes, of course, no girls matter to him. He’s too cool for that. ‘He’s a player, a no-good trouble maker’, as Bernardo would describe.

“Ah, I see…” I mutter, moving to step back.

Swiftly, he wraps his arm around my back and pulls me into his body. “No, no don’t be like that.”

My breath escapes me in a gasp and my lips part in surprise.

Riff peers down at me, only comprehending his actions after he’s already done them. He appears just as surprised by our close proximity. “Grazi and I...” He swallows hard. “We’re just friends. We have fun. It’s nothing serious.”

“I can’t imagine you’re serious about anything.” I tease.

“I am serious about meeting you today.” He confesses in a whisper.

His thumb rubs against my hand that remains against his chest. His arm keeps me close to him, secure from the rest of the world. His words contradict every terrible action he’s done. I can’t imagine this boy doing the things Bernardo claims. Bernardo...

I snap out of the warm daze and step back.

Riff frowns at me. A mixture of hurt and confusion.

“I’ve heard about you.” I mutter, a hint of disdain in my tone. “The things you’ve done.”

He sighs as his eyes fall to the pavement and he kicks a pebble. “I’m assuming not all good things…”

“You hate my brother, my friends, my people-”

His head snaps up. “You’re Bernardo’s sister?”

I clench my jaw. “By all means except blood, yes.”

“My fight isn’t with you.” He defends.

I let out a sharp, mocking laugh as I cross my arms over my chest. “No, just with everyone I care about.”

“It was before I met you...” He reasons.

I look at him and as much as it frustrates me, I believe him. I’m fighting it. I want to hate him. I hated his name before I met him. I hated everything he stood for, but now... I feel drawn to him as if he were the sun and I have no choice but to revolve around him. One part of me is screaming to remember all that Bernardo has said. The other is saying it's all dramatics and though they may be true, Riff doesn’t truly want this. Deep down, he’s just as lost as the rest of us.

“Hey, I was wonderin’... how do... how do you ask someone to dance with you in Spanish?” He asks with a hint of hesitancy in his tone.

My brows rise and a snicker escapes me. I tilt my head back sending my amusement toward the sky. The stars have scattered the sky so clearly. He can’t be serious.

“Aw come on, help me out here.” Riff playfully begs, approaching me with his hands on his hips.

I sigh, bringing my head forward to meet his gaze. I give him a smirk and he waits patiently for the answer. “¿Bailar conmigo?” I comply.

“Bai…” He struggles to repeat.

“Bailar, sí.” I nod.

“Bailar.” He chuckles.

“Bien.” I compliment, glancing down at the pavement between us as I roll my heel on a pebble. “You’re practically fluent.”

Out of my peripheral vision, I see him extend a hand out to me. It causes me to look up with slight surprise.

“¿Bailar conmigo, señorita?” He asks.

I glance over at the double doors, worried that Anita or Bernardo may rush out any moment. Yet, the urge to dance with him presses me to forget all about them. As I look back at Riff, the edge of my lips curve into a soft smile.

“Me encantaría, señor.” I reply as I slip my hand into his.

“What does that mean?” He grins as he glides his arm around my back.

“I would love to.”

“So, encantaría is love?”

My voice falls soft. “Encantar, yes.”

He brings our interlocked hands to rest against his chest. The distance between us is soon nonexistent. I can feel his heart beat in his chest. It’s racing.

“So if I were to tell someone I love them?” He asks.

My eyes to fall our hands nervously. “Te querio or te amo.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I tell my friends ‘te querio.’ ‘Te amo’ is more… more…”

He tucks our hands beneath my chin, urging me to look up at him. “Romantic?” He finishes in a whisper.

I nod slowly. “Sí.”

All I see is blue in his eyes. They remind me of the ocean. Everything about him reminds me he’s not Puerto Rican.

“How do you say, ‘kiss you’ in Spanish?” He mutters.

My breath hitches in my throat with anticipation. “Besarte.”

“Me encantaría besarte.” The words slip from his lips so softly I nearly miss them. They sound so perfect coming from him.

My eyes fall to his lips and I forget everything. My thoughts, my words, are all encompassed around him. All I see are his ocean eyes and all I feel is him.

He leans down hesitantly. His eyes fall shut and mine do the same. The faint music from the gym falls silent along with the world. The cool night breeze with replaced with the warmth of him, until his lips brush against mine.

The anticipation is overwhelming as I complete the distance, pressing our lips together in a kiss. For a moment, it's foreign and hesitant. Then, it grows in familiarity and starts to feel as though we were always meant to do it. I hold my breath, reveling in it.

“Y/N!” A voice shouts.

Riff and I break apart swiftly. Our heads snapping toward the steps.

Sebastián furiously approaches us. “¿Qué haces con este gringo?!” (what are you doing with this gringo?)

“Hey!” Riff steps in front of me, extending out an arm toward Seb. “Hey, buddy! Let’s not get hostile!”

He knocks Riff’s arm aside and shoves him in the chest. Riff stumbles back but dodges falling into me.

Seb grabs my wrist and starts to drag me back toward the gym. “We’re leaving!”

“Don’t tell Bernardo! Por favor!” I plead.

He laughs. “How can I not? What is going with you and Maria tonight? You both dancing with gringos!”

My jaw drops. “Wait, what?!”

Riff jogs up beside me. “I wanna see you again! Where can I find you?”

Seb halts and steps between us. “You stay away from her, Paddy! You and your friends just love going after Puerto Rican girls, don’t you!”

“It isn’t like that, amigo.” Riff snickers.

Seb shifts to hit Riff but I slip between them.

“Enough!” I shout, pressing a palm on each of their chests.

Riff wears an amused grin while Seb glares at him, eager to make a punch.

“Please, let’s go!” I plead with Seb.

He growls, but complies, taking my hand to march away.

“What?! Wait!” Riff grabs my other wrist urgently. “When can I see you again?”

Seb reaches between us and preys his hand from me. “You don’t speak to her!” He slings his arm over my shoulders and ushers me along.

“What were you thinking, Y/N?!” Sebastián scolds me. “He’s a Jet! A gringo! You’re a Puertorriqueña! You-”

He continues his rant but none of his words process in my mind. I glance back over my shoulder to find Riff with his hand on his hip, kicking about a pebble. His features are fallen, gloomy, and filled with worry. When he lifts his gaze and notices me looking back at him, a soft smile forms on the edge of his lips.

It reminds me of yesterday when I saw him across the street from the market. He looks at me and I swear he knows exactly what’s going to happen, as if he’s seen it all. As if he already knows me and I know him. Perhaps he was right, perhaps we were meant to meet. Everything so far, despite all that’s been said and done, it’s felt right. If only he wasn’t a Jet...

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s1ater · 3 years

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hey queen i’m gonna ask politely for a part two of “high school rivals” i just need it in my life that was one of the best hawk fics i’ve read so mrs gorl do me a solid and write a part two! i will forever be in your debt!!!! anyways love you and all the stuff you’ve written!❤️❤️

highschool rivals, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warnings 🚫: swearing, drinking , also reader and miguel are only friends (i swear it’s not flirting), uhh

slater’s note 🗯: yuh, finally updated, sorry it took so long i’ve literally had no MOTIVATION but hey(love you bae thank you for giving me motivation to update)

part one, part two

the weekend reached faster than you thought it would, giving you no time to think out a plan on how to set hawk off.

maybe you should’ve just gotten over it, but the urge to egg him on, to watch him snap kept a provoking feeling in the inside of your stomach to keep planning.

you didn’t understand why, but something about hawk just fascinated you, made you obsessed with thoughts of him and what he could do to you.

and maybe the thought setting him off into a rage set you off into excitement of what he would do to you.

pinning you down, overpowering your strength just so he could win, anything and everything to show the dominance he had over you.

oh it was wrong, but so so fun to think about.

saturday morning hit you hard from a rough hangover resonating from the night before with mia and harper, a lot of drinking taking place due to it being harper’s birthday and all she wanted to do was watch old movies and drink till she blacked out.

and oh boy did she really black out.

and so did mia, leaving you up and alone with edward scissor hands playing in the background as your newly drunken mind searched through your phone for something entertaining.

someone entertaining.

your first choice, miguel, him being the first one to pop up on your recently snapped on snap chat.

y/n: i’m bored, come hang out w me

miguel: u drinking yet?

y/n: ye

miguel: i’d come but i’m w people

y/n: uh fuk yow

miguel: aren’t we hanging out tomorrow anyways

y/n: yeh but everyone’s aslep now

miguel: oh facts

eli wants to talk to you

your drunken self had rolled your eyes, sliding out of the chat and into hawk’s snap user who was already typing.

hawk: can i come over?

y/n: no

hawk: awh, why not princess

y/n: shut up

people who lie about being in karate don’t get to come to drinking parties

hawk: oh?

y/n: yeah now leve me alone

...

hawk: miss me yet?

it was like he knew how to play the game perfectly, a game that wasn’t even really a game. just teasing being held between two hormonal teens who made out a couple of times.

he knew exactly how to get into your mind which is why it didn’t take long before he had convinced you to allow him to sneak over to harper’s house, wearing a black hoodie that was draped over his head with miguel following right behind with glasses you had never seen on him before.

“you said you were with people,” you had narrowed your brows, looking over hawk’s shoulder at miguel who was still outside due to you blocking the way in through the sliding door.

his eyes connected to yours after slowly analyzing his surroundings as if something would pop out of the dark at any moment.

“yeah,” he jerked his head a bit, “i’m with lover boy here who convinced me to drive him five miles to a drunk birthday party at two in the morning.”

you studied miguel a bit more better, realizing he had slightly smears of acne cream on his cheeks and forehead, pulling together the glasses and pajama pants look. he seemed annoyed and tired, which made sense since it actually was two in the morning.

“hi,” your eyes drew away from miguel to hawk who smiled smoothly, his red hair peaking out from underneath his hood, dipping down into a form you had never seen it; flat.

“hi,” you replied, slightly shocked before being pulled in closer to him, his cold hands rubbing up and down your waist before peaking underneath your own hoodie.

his cool finger tips pressed into your hipbones, his fingernails slightly curving and breaking into your skin as he tried to get an even tighter hold on you. the pads of his thumbs rubbed up and down against the dips of your stomach as he continued to stare straight into your eyes, calmly.

“so, can we get this train moving or are we gonna stand in the doorway for the rest of the night?”

you couldn’t recall if you had gone anywhere farther than rubbing skin against skin with the boy or his lips pressing against your forehead biding you sweet dreams as he left before the rest of the morning could catch him. the alcohol eating away at all memories and events that had happened between two and five.

y/n: hey, can i head over?

miguel: yeah, eli should be there to let you in

the weekend had entailed a lot of hanging out, saturday implying drinking and just general talking in miguel’s apartment with robby, hawk, harper, and mia.

you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good idea to be drinking day after day but it was your teenage years, whats the worst that could happen?

“you’re early.”

you frowned watching the door open to only see hawk, his expression dead, almost like he was annoyed but he still let you in, leaving the apartment door wide open.

“where’s miguel?” you asked, stepping into the cool apartment from the roasting air, a feeling of relief settling on your skin as you were no longer cooking into a chicken in the hot sun.

“what do you mean?”

“well this is his apartment... right?” you looked around analyzing the small space. it was neat but there was some kind of atmosphere filling the air making the whole area dark.

you sat on the couch watching eli as he seemed to be rummaging around the kitchen, seemingly ignoring you by not answering your question.

“what’re you doing?”

“nothing.”

“wanna spar?”

he looks up, his eyes meeting dead in yours, “shut up.”

“okay...”

the apartment soon seems to fill with a silence quickly and rather awkwardly as you sat there, patting your lap with your hands, switching between each thigh as your mind raced.

do something.

but you didn’t think it was a good idea to do something, it had only been a minute into your arrival and he already seemed snappy.

it was then did you really wish you could remember everything that had happened the night before and as to why it was so suddenly awkward.

it didn’t make sense, he would always find something to talk about, that was one of the first things you had picked up on about him.

“you mad at me?”

“no,” he said it slowly, glancing over to you as you were already looking at him, how shifting your position on the couch.

“why’re you being weird.”

he laughed.

and then... ignored your question.

“what happened last night?”

he looked up from the counter again, you had noticed he was writing something down, making you guess he was doing his homework or something.

he also seemed annoyed, looking over once again to your doubtful state.

“you were drunk.”

“yeah, the killer headache i had this morning told me.”

“yeah...”

“why’re you being to fucking weird?”

“i’m not, jesus,” he snapped at you, his face screwing up with annoyance as well as slight confusion as to wondering why you were being so anxious.

“you seem mad, man.”

“well maybe if you shut-“

“i got the alc!” the sudden noise of the apartment door opened caused eli to cut himself off, looking over to the white chipped door open, revealing miguel and robby.

you clenched your jaw, looking away from the two boys and to the floor, thinking about the sentence hawk was about to spat in front of your face before interrupted.

shut up.

“you two good?”

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ahsxual · 3 years

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You're certainly most welcome ❤️ this would probably work better as headcanon, I am not sure though I am down for whatever haha but a Sunday morning with Jake. You've got free reign to do whatever you feel best fits the scenario, but I would like to add that I love my morning coffee 😂🙈 I'm feeling fluff, but again, should you feel it needs something else, you're free to do so. PS, your response was the best 🤍✨ I hope you have a good day and fantastic week.

Ahhh I love this request!! Mornings with Jake must be the best thing in this world 🥺 And you too sweetie, you too!!! 🤗💜

A/N: I'm sorry if this has some mistakes. If you don't know, my native language is not english, so before I post anything, I ask my best friend to correct it first before posting my work. However, he's very busy right now with college, and since I don't wanna make any of you wait too long or bother him, I'm just gonna post this and correct it later. Anyways, I hope you still enjoy this!! 💜💜

Sunday mornings with Jake were definitely your favorites, without any doubt. Sleeping next to the love of your life and then the first thing you see when you wake up, is his handsome face smiling softly at you? There's no other place you would rather be than staying in bed with Jake

During the week, Jake has to leave very early because of his work, so you don't get the opportunity to wake up next to him he never forgets to give you a goodbye kiss. That's why you love and value sunday mornings so dearly, since he can spend more time with you. And believe when I say he does everything to make up for the time he couldn't love you like you both wanted

Sometimes you even get terrified, because when you open your eyes, he's not there. You immediately think "is it sunday today?", only for him to suddenly enter your room with your favorite breakfast on a tray, accompanied with your best friend: coffee, obviously

"Good morning, sunshine! Did you really think I had run away from you?" his grin showed that his intention was to scare you, so that your reaction to his generous, romantic gesture would be greater

"Wow, I-"

"Speechless? I understand, I would have the same reaction if I saw my sexy half-naked girlfriend bringing me the most delicious breakfast to bed." he winked, leaving you with red cheeks and a starving stomach

"You really like to brag, don't you?"

"Me?? I'm just being honest!" you would laugh in sync, a sound that none of you would ever get tired of. "Here. I know my princess loves coffee."

"Thank you babe, you're the best." he loved seeing you smile, and knowing he was the reason of it? It made his heart go wild with pride and happiness. He then would quickly leave the room to bring his own breakfast, joining you right after

Once he returns, you both would chat about your week, your problems, random subjects, while eating the most delicious breakfast. It's not a secret that Jake is a great cooker, and you would make sure to remind him that every time, making him blush at your genuine words, like he does to you every time he compliments you which is all the time, and you still didn't get used to it

He was your best friend, your best boyfriend, your best human being. Every second spent with him were the best seconds of your life, and you couldn't be more grateful for having such a beautiful person, inside and out, by your side

Another times, when you both feel really tired, you would just relax into each other's embrace. Even if you were already awake, you both would just stay there, sharing a comfortable silence, while being interlaced on each other's bodies until one of you had the minimum energy to open your eyes and get up. On those days, you would shower together and then go to your favorite coffee shop to eat breakfast. After that, since your energy increased, Jake would get his car and drive you to new places, to do new things you haven't done before, or do it a little differently so you don't get stuck in the routine

One of your favorite things about mornings with Jake, is when he reads a book that you or him found interesting, or when he gets obsessed with a song and sing it to you. That's the most peaceful, cute and inspiring way to wake up, according to you both

In the winter, you two would snuggle more than ever, to the point you could swear that your bodies became only one from how close you are. And in the summer... well, since you prefer sleeping naked (and if you were in the mood), morning sex is always guaranteed those mornings were definitely your favorites, ya can't deny it darling

And well, there are also some special days when none of you leaves the bed, too lazy to do something, even have breakfast. That's when your best friend, aka Fluffy Leo, wakes both of you with wet kisses and excited jumps on top of you

"Come one Leo, let us sleep!" Jake would say to his doggie, only for him to whine uncontrollably for lack of attention and affection

"Babe, don't be like that! Come here sweetie." you would extend both of your arms, giving all the attention that your giant puppy needed, which made him even more excited than before. You would give him hugs and kisses all over is face, and Leo would gladly return them to you with the same amount of love and joy

After a few moments of "hearing" a tense silence from your boyfriend, you would turn to him and see that he was deadly staring at both of you

"What?" you stopped petting Leo for a moment

Jake wouldn't give you a straight answer, just lean in the bed with his arm under his head, staring at the ceiling

You thought of all possibilities and valued reasons that explained your boyfriend's grumpy behavior, until you thought at the one that made more sense to you, even if it was still childish

"Jacob, are you jealous?" you tried to contained your laugh once he looked at you with an angry, yet ashamed expression

"What? Absolutely not!" he became defensive, realizing that you discovered the ridiculous truth

"Then why are you with that grumpy expression planted on your face?" you crossed your arms and frowned at him, while Leo just sat there confused

"I-I just..."

"Jealous, right." you tried to act serious, but the situation was way too hilarious, so you were hardly struggling against your own laugh

"I just... want to spend the morning with you, ok? Leo could have waited a few more minutes..." he felt guilty with the situation, since he obviously loved Leo with all of his big heart, however his plans where staying with you in bed all morning, and now they were completely thrown away

"Hey." you grabbed his face gently and made him look at you. "We can take a shower together, if you want." this time, his snappy face was completely gone, only to be replaced by a grin bigger than his precious heart

"Sounds like a plan." he kissed you, picking you up in bridal style while heading you to the bathroom, to take a hot and relaxing shower with you

If someone asked you: "what are your favorite moments with Jake?", you wouldn't think twice about the obvious answer: Jakey mornings

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motherjoel · 4 years

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fine line series (spencer reid x reader)

part 1/3- to be so lonely

summary: spencer lets his jealousy and family problems get in the way of his relationship with you

a/n: you don’t need to know these songs at all to enjoy the story, but i recommend listening to them just for the full experience! harry styles is my fav :)

wc: 1.6k

part two, part 3

don’t call me baby again

it’s hard for me to go home

be so lonely

“Morgan, stop!” you giggled while being lifted up bridal style and twirled by the BAU’s resident jock against your will.

“I can’t help that you’re too damn cute, Y/N!” Morgan laughed before setting you down gently. The two of you were pretty close, and when it came down to it, Morgan was like the big brother you never had- everyone knew this. But apparently not everyone believed it

After chatting and laughing with Morgan for a bit, you noticed Spencer wasn’t at his desk anymore. You decided to search for your boyfriend, wondering if he was maybe getting coffee. When you entered the breakroom, your suspicions were proven to be correct as he poured himself another cup, strands of his unruly hair hanging in his face. You walked over to him and pushed a hair behind his ear, accidentally making him flinch.

“Oh I’m sorry babe, did I scare you?” you asked, apologetically. He was never this jumpy under your touch- he normally leaned into your caresses and head scratches.

“Nope,” he replied, nonchalantly popping the “p”. Without another word he headed back to his desk. You thought this was weird, but you brushed it off and returned to your desk where Morgan was waiting for you.

“Where’s my cup, princess?” he asked flirtatiously, one leg leaning on your desk.

“She’s not your barista, Morgan,” Reid scoffed, not looking up from his paperwork. You shared a concerned look with Morgan, wondering what was wrong with your boyfriend.

“I know pretty boy, I’m just thirsty is all,” Morgan said, holding his arms up in defense. When Spencer didn’t bother to reply, Morgan just headed back to his desk and continued to work on his files. You turned your attention to your snappy boyfriend, who had been looking at the same paper for a few minutes without turning the page- this is how you knew something was definitely wrong. You stood up and walked right in front of him, forcing his attention on you.

“Is everything okay, my love?” you asked, tilting his head up with your hand. He just looked away and pushed your hand back down.

“Why do you care? Why don’t you just ask Morgan? You’re his princess, after all,” he angrily replied, saying the last part under his breath.

“Hey, what's with the hostility?” you asked, standing up. You were surprised at this sudden shift in your boyfriend's attitude.

“Hostility? Y/N, you’ve been doing everything but making out with Morgan right in front of me, and you expect me to be peachy keen? Well, I’m sorry that I'm not as perfect as him,” he raised his voice, gaining the attention from the rest of the team, who had stopped working on their paperwork.

“Woah there pretty boy, Y/N and I are just friends, you know that,” Derek said, holding up a defensive hand.

“Go to Hell,” Spence bit back, before grabbing his bag and speedily making his way out of the room. Everyone stood in awe of what just happened, unsure of how to react. You decided to let him cool down and you all tried to get back to work, but the energy was off for the rest of the day. JJ had tried to make small talk with you, but you found it hard to be cheery after the incident from earlier. As you were packing up for the day, you decided to visit Spencer. Before you left, Morgan came up to you.

“Listen, Y/N, apologize to Spencer for me?” he asked, sincerely.

“I will Derek, but I honestly don’t think you have anything to apologize for, it's not like we were acting any different today,” you said and he nodded, deep in thought. “I’m gonna visit him now to see what's up,” you told him before saying your goodbyes to the rest of the team.

On the car ride to his apartment, you were racking your brain for what you did wrong, but you came up with nothing. You decided to just ask him straight out. Pulling into a parking spot, you made your way up and knocked on his door. You could hear things crashing as Spencer made his way to answer, which only increased your worry.

“Hey Y/N, decide you finally care about me?” Spencer greeted you, words slurring slightly and the smell of alcohol on his lips.

“You’re drunk, Spencer,” you acknowledged, pushing your way into his apartment as he stumbled behind you and took a seat on his couch, watching you as you stood in front of him, arms crossed.

“What was I supposed to do, stay sober while my life falls apart?” he asked, taking a swig of his travel size booze.

“Babe, don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” you asked, trying to wrestle the booze from his hands- he didn’t put up much of a fight in his drunken state.

“No, I don’t! I’m having the worst week of my life, and my girlfriend doesn’t even love me anymore,” he pouted, putting his head into his hands. You sat next to him and rested a hand on his back, only for him to squirm out of your touch.

“Spence, you know I love you. Nothing you can say will make me stop, so just tell me what happened”, you almost begged, vowing to get to the bottom of this.

“Well, over the weekend I went to visit my mother,” he started, trying his best not to slur his words. “When I got there I could tell she didn’t recognize me anymore. She tried! But the entire visit, the woman who raised me didn't even know my name!” he shouted with a mirthless laugh before putting his head back into his hands. This broke your heart- of course he was on edge earlier.

“I'm so sorry baby,” you said, refraining from giving him a comforting touch.

“Don’t call me baby again,” he slurred into his hands.

“Spence, you’ve got your reasons for being upset. I wish you had told me sooner about your mom, maybe I could've helped you, or I at least could've been more sensitive at work,” you sympathized. He couldn’t even look at you.

“Do you think it's easy?” he asked, finally raising his gaze to you.

“Do I think what's easy?”

“Being of the ‘jealous’ kind,” he sighed, reaching for his alcohol again.

“Spencer, you’re just having a bad week,” you reasoned with him, worried about what he could say next. You soon learned that you were right to worry.

“This isn’t working out,” he said, looking at his hands.

“Well, if you would just talk to me, we could work things out,” you said, trying to put your hand on his back, only for him to squirm away again.

“No, Y/N! Us! We’re not working out,” he shouted. Your face went white. “I think you should leave,” he sighed, taking another swig.

This broke your heart into a million pieces, but you thought better than to fight it- he was drunk, and you doubted he'd even remember most of what he said. You, however, would remember. You wiped away the tears you hadn't realized were falling and you picked up your purse before rushing out of the room and into your car. You drove home in silence, the only noise being your occasional sniffle.

It had been a few hours since your fight. You were currently snuggled on the couch next to Penelope, who you had called once you got back to your apartment. The second she heard your raspy, choked-up voice, she was on her way with a tub of ice cream. The two of you had watched shitty reality TV for hours when she began to doze off- you, however, were not tired whatsoever. Your conversation with Spencer rang in your mind all day, and you wondered if there was anything else you could’ve said. Just as you thought this, your phone began to vibrate and Spencer’s smiling contact picture showed up on your screen. Penelope began to stir a bit but you just hushed her back to sleep before rushing into your room and shutting the door.

“Hi,” you said softly, embarrassed at the crack in your voice.

“I’m an arrogant son of a bitch,” Spencer began. You could tell by his voice that he had sobered up.

“Spence-” you started, only to be interrupted.

“No, I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he's sorry. Y/N, I'm so sorry. I-I was a jerk today, I didn’t mean anything I said,” he told you, and you wanted to believe him. You really did.

“Spence, you might have been right,” you said, so softly, you weren’t even sure if he heard it. He did.

“What?” he asked, and your heart broke.

“You might have been right. About… about taking a break,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“No, Y/N, I was drunk, I didn’t mean it!” he pleaded through the phone.

“I know, but… you have a lot going on with your mom and you should be there for her. I don’t want to get in the way of your relationship with her,” you told him, biting your nails. As much as it broke you to say this, you only wanted him to be happy.

“Y/N I know what you’re trying to do. Please, please don’t do this,” he said, his voice cracking. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry Spence,” you said before you hung up the phone. You turned your phone on silent and went back into the other room, where Penelope was wide awake to greet you with open arms and soothing words.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid/you #spencer reid x you #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds reid #penelope garcia #derek morgan #harry styles #songfic

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evermoreholland · 3 years

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hello! I have a request for Tom and female!reader if that would be okay? Like, reader is living with Tom and the boys and she’s on her period and is really just miserable and Tom’s trying to comfort her and one of the boys makes a joke about her being miserable/overreacting and it really upsets her and Tom comes to her rescue and puts the boys in their place? And he just goes from teddy bear to angry/protective bear then back to teddy bear so fast? Thanks!!

Teddy Bear | Tom Holland

The week of your period was definitely the worst time of the month. Your cramps were extremely painful and you had awful mood swings. Tom had your period tracker synced up to his calendar so he knew when you were on your period. At first, you thought that it was weird, but now you come to appreciate the gesture.

The first day of your period was the worst. You felt stabbing pain everywhere, and it was hard to get out of bed. You had a headache and all you wanted to do was lay in bed all day. It was Saturday and Tom wanted to make sure you were all taken care of. The day before, Tom went to the store to buy pads and tampons, chocolate, and a few of your other favorite snacks. When you woke up in pain, Tom immediately plugged in the heating pad.

“Want me to get some Midol and water, babe?” Tom asked once you returned from the bathroom. You laid down on your bed and Tom placed the heating pad over your stomach.

“Please,” you whimpered. You hated when Tom would see you like this but Tom had become accustomed to it. Tom left your side to go get a glass of water from the kitchen. When he went to pour some water for you he was met with his brother Harry cooking breakfast.

“Morning mate,” Tom said as he made his way around his brother to get some Midol from the cabinet.

“Morning. Why was Y/n screaming this morning?” Harry asked and then winked. Tom shook his head and made his way back to your bedroom.

“I’m back, love.” Tom brought the pills and water over to you. “Sit up, darling.”

You sat up on the bed and took the pills and water from your boyfriend. You took them with ease and then handed the cup back to him. “Thanks.”

“Now lay down, love. Want to watch a movie?” Tom grabbed the remote from the bedside table and tried to hand it to you but you pushed his hand away.

“No. Just cuddles.” You huffed, making grabby hands at Tom.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Tom said and laid down in bed beside you. Tom wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closed. He placed his hands on your stomach and began rubbing gently. It didn’t do much but you thought it was sweet how Tom cared for you so much.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you too,” He said and then pressed a kiss to your head. You began drifting off into a well-needed slumber but you heard a loud knock on your bedroom door.

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Tom, can you take care of that please?”

“Sure.” Tom got up and went to check what was going on at the other end of the door. He opened the door and found Harry and Harrison in the hallway.

“What’s up?” Tom whispered.

“Mate, come play video games with us. We’re playing 2k,” Harry said as he waved his controller in Tom’s face.

“Can’t. Y/n’s not feeling well.”

“That’s why she was being snappy on the group chat,” Harrison said in realization. Tom’s face fell and Harrison knew he shouldn’t have said that.

“Leave her alone,” Tom snapped.

“Woah woah, mate. Chill,” Harry said. Tom scoffed and went back into your bedroom and slammed the door.

“Ouch,” you said sarcastically, but the loud slam hurt your head a bit.

“Sorry, bubba. They’re just divs.” Tom apologized.

“I know.” Tom went back into bed with you and held you close.

After a couple of moments, you said, “I’m sorry.”

“What for, love?”

“For making you yell at your mates. I’m sorry for being crabby.” Tears began to flow from your eyes.

“Don’t apologize, love. They should be more understanding. I will always take care of you.”

“My teddy bear,” you said and then hugged Tom closer to you.

“Your teddy bear.”

#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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flawedamythyst · 3 years

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25 and 54, Winterhawk?

25. Fairy Tale AU and 54. Secret Relationship

(This one got long, for some reason, so be prepared if you click the Read More.)

Excellent, okay, so we've got Prince Clint, second son of the King and Queen in a traditional fairytale-type kingdom. He's very much treated as 'spare' by the family, and spends a lot of time just wandering around the palace grounds and nearby forest. One night he's out later than normal, after dark, when he runs into a smoking hot guy. He strikes up conversation because, seriously, why wouldn't he want to get to know this guy?

The guy introduces himself as Bucky but is super-vague about the rest of his life. They wander about the woods for a few hours chatting, and then make plans to meet again the next night. Bucky shows Clint some exciting natural feature, like a waterfall or a particularly nice flower or something, and it's all very meetcute.

They start meeting every night, Clint creeping out of the palace as soon as it gets dark and then back in just before dawn, and taking advantage of the 'all royalty are lazy wastrels' thing in order to then sleep until noon.

He falls in love fairly quickly and doesn't bother hiding it. Bucky is a bit resistant and Clint tells him, "It's fine if you don't like me like that, I'm happy to just be friends."

There's a sad, heartbroken tone to his voice though and Bucky can't resist making him smile instead by leaning in to kiss him.

They make out for most of that night, and then again the next night, and then Clint announces that he's not fucking Bucky in the woods but he does want to fuck him.

He sneaks him into his palace bedroom and they fuck, and then lie in Clint's bed staring at each other with heart eyes and gently stroking each other's hair, you know, all that lovely romantic crap.

Bucky creeps out just before dawn, and then is back the next night as soon as the sun has set, and they find a new pattern of fucking every night instead of wandering the woods. I mean, they still go out for walks if Bucky has something interesting to show Clint in the woods but really there's just a lot of fucking.

Clint starts arranging for there to be food as well, and Bucky is a bit OTT on enjoying it, not to mention having a real bed with soft blankets and all that stuff, which makes Clint wonder all over again who he really is and what he actually does during the day.

He asks about it and presses a bit much and Bucky gets a bit snappy and tells him if he doesn't stop asking he'll leave, and then doesn't come back the next night. Clint goes looking for him the night after, and when he finds him staring sadly into a lake near where they first kissed, he tells him that he won't ask anything, he just wants Bucky in his life as much as he can have him because he loves him.

Bucky gives him a sad little look and then tells Clint that all he can give him is his nights, and Clint agrees to that.

Time passes. Clint's older brother gets married and has a kid, and suddenly he's even more spare than he was before. His dad decides that it's time to use him as a diplomatic bargaining piece and starts talking to neighbouring kingdoms about a marriage.

Clint tries to get out of it but no one is interested in his opinion except Bucky, who hears him out about it all, holds him close, and doesn't say much.

It gets decreed that Clint is going to marry a princess from the next kingdom over, Natasha.

"I don't want to marry her," Clint tells Bucky, "I just want to be with you. I don't want to have to hide my lover from my wife."

"You won't have to," says Bucky, in a heavy voice. "I can't be part of something like that, sneaking around behind her back. She doesn't deserve that. After your wedding I'll leave, and you'll never see me again."

Which really fucking upsets Clint, because that's the last thing he wants. He tries to find a way out of it, without luck, and then, desperately, suggests to Bucky that they just run away together.

"We can go to the next kingdom, no one will recognise me there. I'm not an important royal, after all. We could get married, Bucky, and start a new life together. I'm pretty good with a bow, I could become a huntsman or something."

Bucky looks as if his heart is breaking as he shakes his head. "I can't," he says. "I told you before, Clint. I can only give you my nights. We can't get married."

So, all in all, by the time Princess Natasha turns up for the wedding, Clint is not in a good place. He's scrupulously polite about it, because it's not her fault, but she realises pretty quickly that he's not into this whole thing.

She takes him off for a walk in the woods, where they can actually talk without being surrounded by courtiers, and comes clean about also not really being interested in marriage.

"It needs to be done though, we need to secure the alliance between our countries," she said. "How about we just agree to be good friends? It's not as if we really need to produce kids, so we don't need to have anything other than a platonic partnership."

Clint is happier with that, but not overjoyed, because he doesn't want to spend his life with a friendship instead of a real marriage, and he knows Bucky won't care if it's only platonic, he'll still leave as soon as the wedding happens.

"It's a shame, really," says Natasha, "you're just my brother's type. You should be marrying him. That would have worked better."

Clint gives him a funny look because her brother is King Steve and there's no way he's eligible for marrying a king. Natasha rolls her eyes and says, "No, my middle brother, Prince James. He went missing three years ago, otherwise he'd be here in my place."

And maybe once Clint would have been interested in hearing more about Prince James, but right now, all he can think about is Bucky, and how he's going to lose him.

They turn around to head back to the palace and get attacked by a bear. A massive black-furred bear that does all the rearing up and roaring and flailing with massive claws and so on. It catches Natasha's dress and rips it.

Clint is impressed with Natasha's presence of mind because she grabs a stick and smacks it around the face, then abandons her impractical princess shoes as they both run for the palace.

There's a huge brouhaha over the incident amongst the courtiers and Clint's dad, the king, announces they'll be organising a hunt the next day to track and kill the bear, because he can't have the wildlife attacking his guests.

That night Bucky doesn't show up at Clint's room for only the second night ever. Clint wants to go look for him but it doesn't seem like the greatest idea when there's a bear out there somewhere. Instead, he just gets panicky that maybe the bear has hurt Bucky, and doesn't sleep at all well.

The next day, Clint gets his bow and saddles his horse and joins the bear hunt. They hunt all day and find very little.

Clint, in time-honoured fairytale fashion, gets separated from the others. Maybe he stops for a nap? IDK, at any rate, by the time he figures out where he is it's time to head back to the castle, as the sun is getting low, but all he can think about is having to sit next to Natasha at dinner and pretend he wants to marry her, and then going back to his room alone and Bucky not being there again.

So he stays out a bit longer and then, of course, comes across the bear. It roars at him, scaring Clint's horse so he falls off, but Clint has his bow and before the bear can charge him he shoots an arrow, catching it in the paw.

The bear shrieks with pain just as the sun goes below the horizon. There's a cloud of green magic and the bear shrinks down and turns into Bucky.

I know. Who saw that coming? Not Clint, that's for certain.

He starts freaking out and then realises that the arrow is now through Bucky's hand. He runs over to look after him and Bucky is just staring at him with sad eyes.

"I never wanted you to know," he says. "I can't- Clint, you deserve so much better than me."

Clint isn't really paying attention because he just shot his boyfriend and is distracted by patching him up.

They go back to the cave Bucky's been sort of living in, both as a bear and when he's not with Clint. Clint bandages him and Bucky tells him his story, which basically comes down to 'evil wizard dude fancied a fuck. Bucky said no. Evil wizard dude cursed him to be a bear during daylight hours.' Fairly standard fairytale stuff.

"How do we break the curse?" Clint asks. "Isn't it usually true love's kiss?"

"I hoped that," says Bucky, "but it can't be, because we've kissed so many times and I'm still like this."

And then there's an emotional bit where Clint realises he's implying Clint is his true love, and confesses his own emotions with tears in his eyes, and they make out for a bit.

They spend a few hours trying to come up with a plan that doesn't end with Clint married to Natasha and Bucky off on his own, without much luck.

It's getting a bit close to dawn, and Bucky tells Clint he needs to go. "You need to be far away when I turn back into a bear," he says. "I have no control over what I do, I'm just a wild animal."

Clint doesn't want to leave him but he also doesn't want to be gutted by a massive bear, so he starts getting ready to go, which mostly involves a lot of goodbye kisses.

When he and Bucky exit the cave though, there's a contingent of the palace guards just passing by. When Clint had failed to come back from the hunt, everyone assumed the bear had attacked him, and they'd all spent the night looking for his corpse.

Clint looks very dishevelled, between being thrown from his horse, ripping up his shirt to bandage Bucky's hand, getting blood down his tunic from doing that, and then making out with him in a cave for a good couple of hours. The guards, who are tired and emotional, assume that Bucky, who looks like a bandit, has been keeping him prisoner.

They immediately attack him and, despite Bucky's best efforts, capture him. Clint tries to explain but no one is in the habit of listening to him, so they just lock Bucky up with massive iron chains and announce this can all be sorted out back at the palace.

(Why do they have massive iron chains with them? Because Plot.)

Bucky is freaking the fuck out because the sun is coming up, and Clint is about to just attack the soldiers and fuck everything, when they run out of time and Bucky turns into a massive angry bear.

This causes some alarm.

Luckily, the chains are strong enough to hold him but now the guards really aren't going to listen to Clint and let him go. Instead, they drag the bear back to the palace, chain him up in the main courtyard, and get the whole court out to stare at him. They explain that they found Clint being held captive by some random dude who then turned into a bear, and everyone is very, 'OMG a demon! We should burn it!'

Clint is not having that. "No, he's my friend," he insists. "I got lost and he let me stay over in his cave, he's a good guy under a curse. He's called Bucky, please, you can't burn him."

Natasha gasps and immediately runs off, and everyone is, 'oh man, now the marriage is going to be off because she found out the prince is friends with a demon, this has just been the worst 24 hours.'

The king starts talking about burning the bear again and sends some servants for wood to build a pyre.

Before they can get too far, Natasha comes running back with a magical doodad. A shiny glass ball filled with red smoke, maybe. She throws it at the bear, shouts a couple of magic words, and there's a burst of magic and the bear turns back into Bucky.

"James!" she says, and runs down to hug him, then give him a slap 'for worrying us' and then hugs him again. Bucky is relatively dazed through this, but eventually finds Clint's eyes and just stares at him, and then up at the sunlight which he hasn't seen with human eyes for 3 years.

Natasha turns back to the king and announces, 'This man is a prince and you need to get these shackles off him right now.' She explains that her brother, Prince James, who went missing three years ago, had been cursed and although they'd found the evil wizard and punished him, they'd not been able to find him and had been looking ever since. Everyone who knew about it carried those magic balls around with them in case they found him, so they could break the curse.

"Wait, it's over?" says Bucky, taking a while to catch up because he was a bear five minutes ago. "I'm free of it?"

"Yes," says Natasha, "you'll only ever be human again now."

Bucky immediately turns to Clint, takes his hands, and asks him to marry him. The king tries to interject that Clint is engaged to Natasha, but Natasha says she has no intentions of marrying the guy her brother is in love with, because it would be way too awkward.

Clint accepts Bucky's proposal, they get married, and everyone lives happily ever after. Clint goes back with Bucky and Natasha to the other kingdom, where it turns out people are actually interested in talking to him, and becomes a vital part of the King Steve's government in some way, and so gets a purpose as well as a husband.

#tropes meme #writing meme #winterhawk #plot bunny

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chaoticminhos · 4 years

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chapped lips

pairing: lee felix x reader

genre: angst. fluff?? bad boy!felix au

warnings: felix gets into fights like a dummy

a/n: requested by anon💞 i’m not super proud of this but i spent like a week trying to get it to a point i’m proud of and i couldn’t, i’m sorry if it isn’t the best, i hope you enjoy it anyway😊 also the title is gross i know i just can’t think of anything else to title it dhdjsksj im sOrRy

~~~~~

lee felix. lee fucking felix, a.k.a the bane of your fucking existence. who did he think he was, sauntering into your school the first day of junior year, wearing a leather jacket and a loose white shirt acting like he owned the place, despite it being his first day at his new school?

the answer is the fucking king, apparently.

disregarding that no one had ever seen him in school, let alone in town before, every girl was throwing themselves at him by the time the first bell even rang. they were babbling about how mysterious and hot he was, practically drooling. you, on the other hand, opted for keeping your saliva in your mouth and dignity in tact, rolling your eyes and telling yourself that he was just another flirt, an unfairly hot and charming fuckboy. as the year progressed, you proved yourself correct.

about a month after classes began, felix took an interest in you. you had been practically invisible to him before, making a point to stay away from him and his already bad reputation, but you could only keep it up for so long.

you were in your 3rd hour history class, one of the (unfortunately) many classes you shared with felix when he first noticed you. generally, you were pretty well behaved, but this teacher always got on your nerves.

your friend raised her hand, “Mr. Kim, may i use the restroom?”

“you had a chance to go before class started, sit down.”

“sir, it’s an emergency-“

“i said no.”

he obviously had no regard for basic female hygiene, and it was pissing you off. you tried to speak under your breath, but your seat was right in front of his desk.

“oh my god, you’re acting like you want her to bleed all over your seats.”

when the words left your mouth, you thought nothing of it. that was, until the students in the seats surrounding you, which included felix, and the teachers eyes snapped towards you.

“excuse me, ms. y/n?” your teacher asked you in a warning tone.

you looked up at him with wide eyes upon realizing he had heard you, and you felt your stomach drop. you rarely got in trouble. you spoke quickly.

“i-i’m sorry sir.”

“i’ll let it go, since you’re always so well behaved, but i don’t want to hear another comment like that coming from your mouth, got it?”

you nodded hastily. you hated being in trouble, which is why you always listened to what teachers said and followed rules.

when the bell rang, you quickly packed your things and made your way to the door, eager to get out of the classroom and away from your least favorite teacher, but right when you were out the door, you were stopped by your least favorite student. lee felix.

his hand darted out to your wrist, nearly making you drop your books.

“didn’t know you could be so feisty, darling.”

your eyes snapped to his, knowing who was speaking before even seeing him, his voice was unmistakable. you tried to pull your wrist from his grip, but he didn’t budge.

“get your hands off me, felix.”

his eyebrows raised and a small smirk appeared on his face, “oh, so you know who i am?”

“kinda hard not to when teachers are yelling at you every 5 minutes and your name is called over the loud speaker every other day for getting into a fight.”

“woah, good girl, where was this attitude when Kim was scolding you?”

your felt your stomach flip at the name he chose. you knew he meant it to be teasing, but it made your face flush red, and felix noticed. using his grip on your wrist, he pulled you closer to him, so your faces were only inches apart.

“oh, you got a thing for being praised?”

he chuckled as your face turned even more red, an amused smirk on his lips the entire time. satisfied with flustering you, he released your wrist from his hand and stepped away, immediately being greeted by a hoard of girls as well as a few of his 8 friends, the other resident bad boys of your school.

“i’ll see you around, princess.”

you felt butterflies in your tummy again at his choice of words, and you cursed yourself for being flustered.

there way no way you had a crush on lee felix.

okay, maybe you had a little crush on lee felix.

throughout the next few months, interactions like this continued to occur, him bothering you and you pretending you didn’t love the way he touched you or the pet names he called you.

don’t get it wrong, you still thought he was a stuck up asshole, but you couldn’t deny that he was charming, and he wasn’t bad to look at either. in fact, he was very, very nice to look at.

you felt a tap on your shoulder in the middle of class, the same class that he had first noticed you in. you shrugged his hand off of you, only for it to return a few seconds later. when you went to shove his hand off of you again, he whined.

“y/n~”

you continued to ignore him.

“princess?”

again, no response.

“baby, why are you ignoring me?”

you took a deep breath, turning towards him, “felix, i’m trying to learn, what do you want?”

he smiled upon getting your attention, folding his hands in his lap. you couldn’t help but notice his busted knuckles, hadn’t they just healed from his last fight?

“you.”

you cursed your cheeks for turning red and you turned back towards the board.

“stop it.”

“what?” the smile was evident in his voice, you didn’t even have to look at him to know he had a stupid grin on his face, “we both know you like it when i talk to you like this.”

your head snapped back towards him, “says who, lee felix? if it were up to me, you’d shut your mouth and keep it closed.”

your snappy remarks didn’t faze him anymore, he had gotten used to it after months of pestering you. he snapped right back.

“why don’t you make me shut up, then?”

you clenched your jaw, turning towards the board again, but you tightly crossed your legs, and it did not go unnoticed.

the last bell had rang and you were packing your bag and waiting for the crowd to die down before you left. as you finished and made your way out the front door, you bumped into somebody, causing you to be shoved into the door frame and drop the books that you were carrying, the ones you couldn’t fit in your bag. you winced, hand moving to massage where your shoulder had collided with the metal door frame.

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.”

you looked up to the source of the voice with a small smile.

“it’s no problem, seonghwa, really.”

seonghwa was on student council with you, so you knew each other well enough to make encounters like this not awkward, but you didn’t really know him.

he knelt down to help pick up your books at the same time you did, causing your heads to collide.

you both stumbled back, holding your heads. he gave you an apologetic look and began to say sorry yet again, but you burst into laughter.

“jeez seonghwa, maybe you should have caution tape surrounding you.”

he laughed along with you, moving to pick up your books before offering a hand to help you up.

you gave him a small ‘thanks’ before heading to leave, but he stopped you.

“hey, y/n, actually, are you doing anything? maybe i could take you for coffee or something.” he paused. “you know, to say sorry.”

you smiled at him, “it’s really alright, you don’t have to-“

he chuckled, “i want to, come on. let’s go.”

he led you to his car, opening the trunk and helping you put your things in it. as he went to open the passenger side door for you, a deep voice interrupted the action.

“hey princess!”

you rolled your eyes, turning towards the source of the noise, which happened to be felix and about half of the crowd of friends he usually hung around.

“what, felix?” you sighed.

“aw, come on, baby! aren’t you excited to see me?”

he and his crew walked up to you and seonghwa, so you were no longer shouting across the parking lot.

felix reached out to ruffle your hair before looking seonghwa up and down and asking you, “who’s this?”

“none of your business, felix.”

“someone’s grumpy today, why-“ felix began, only to be interrupted by seonghwa. he stuck his hand out to felix.

“i’m park seonghwa, nice to meet you.”

felix took his hand with the raise of an eyebrow, not bothering to introduce himself in reply, only going back to focus on you.

“he giving you a ride home?”

before you could reply, seonghwa spoke up.

“we actually have a date, so if you don’t mind, we’re gonna get going.”

felix’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. a date? he quickly composed himself.

“in that case,” he leaned in close to you, “have fun on your date, good girl.”

you pushed him away from you, hurrying into seonghwa’s car and pulling the door shut. you looked out the window just in time to see felix say something to seonghwa with a glare before his friends ushered him away with one last glance at you, but you couldn’t hear what he said from inside the car.

“i’m sorry for him.” you apologized to seonghwa on your way to the café.

“no need, it’s not your fault. and hey, i’m sorry for saying it was a date, i thought it would make him back off. just seemed to make him more adamant, though.” he said with a chuckle.

you sighed, “it’s fine. and yeah, he’s pretty persistent.”

the rest of the ride to the cafe was quiet.

you ordered your drink and went to pull out your wallet, but seonghwa placed a hand over yours, handing the cashier his wallet.

“i’ve got both.”

you pouted, “you didn’t have to pay.”

he laughed at your pout, “i asked you to come, of course i have to pay.”

you two chatted while you drank your coffee, and you had a good time. you were surprised you two hadn’t hung out before, your personalities really clicked.

he dropped you off at your house when you finished, going as far as to comment on how close your house was to the school, and offering to give you rides to and from for the rest of the year.

“oh no, i really enjoy walking, actually, but thank you!”

he nodded, “just know you’ve always got a ride if it’s raining or anything.”

the next day at school, felix didn’t come to his morning classes, not that you were checking or anything. by lunch period, everyone knew that the boy wasn’t there. it wasn’t uncommon for felix to skip classes, but he didn’t usually skip more than a few a day, which is why it was odd that he had missed the entire morning. adding onto that, the 8 other boys he hung around were all at school, which meant no one was skipping with him.

lunch period was louder than usual, everyone trying to figure out where felix was. god forbid his fan girls go a full day without seeing him, right?

you left lunch early, the extra noise in the room was giving you a headache, and headed to your 5th hour class. despite felix missing the morning classes you had with him, you walked to your class (which he was also in) hoping he would show up. to your surprise, he was already there.

more to your surprise, he didn’t greet you when you entered the room. it would have been the perfect opportunity to mess with you; the teacher wasn’t in the room yet, but still he chose to keep silent.

it oddly bugged you that he didn’t say hi to you, even if he would have said it in some annoying way. he barely even looked at you. deciding he wasn’t going to talk, you spoke first.

it surprised you, you had never initiated a conversation with the boy, partly because he was annoying and partly because your heart sped up whenever you two interacted. you felt the need to speak up this time though.

the first thing you noticed was that his knuckles were busted more than usual, and for once, it looked like he might have lost a fight. he had a big purple bruise on one side of his face and a busted lip. while looking at the cut on his lip, obviously inspecting the wound and not just looking at his lips because they were pretty, you noticed that they were really chapped. you hoped he was drinking enough water.

you sat in one of the seats beside him in the very back row.

“felix?” you began softly.

no reply.

you sighed and began to dig through your bag. you knew you had a chapstick somewhere in there. when you found it, you put your hand on his shoulder. he still hadn’t even looked at you again, or at least, he hadn’t looked at you when you were also looking at him.

“felix, your lips are chapped, take this.”

you held the chapstick in front of his face, right above his hands, which were crossed on top of his desk.

without turning his head, his eyes snapped to meet yours quickly before reaching to take the chapstick and leaning back in his chair. he seemed more relaxed than when you had first walked into the room.

instead of applying the chapstick, he fiddled with it in his hands, eyes focused on it with a blank look on his face.

you frowned.

“felix, what happened?”

finally, you got a reply. just not the sort of reply you wanted.

“like you care.”

you were taken aback. he never spoke to you like this.

“i do care! i wouldn’t be sitting here trying to help you if i didn’t care.”

he scoffed.

“felix, i’m serious!” you didn’t know why him denying that you cared about him upset you so much, but you felt your eyes started to well up. “you were gone all morning and when you finally come back you’re all busted up, and you’re not even letting me try to help you!”

“i wasn’t gone this morning, y/n.”

“what?”

“i was here, in the office. didn’t you notice someone else missing, too?”

you furrowed your eyebrows.

he stared at you for a while before a small smile appeared on his face.

“you didn’t even notice seonghwa wasn’t here, did you?”

you cocked your head to the side, shaking your head. now that he mentioned it, you hadn’t seen seonghwa all day either.

“no, i guess not.”

“yeah, well he was in the office with me.”

“why?”

“you’re dense, you know that?”

for some reason, your mood was lifted now that he was smiling and teasing you again.

“we got into a fight, y/n.”

“you and seonghwa? but why, you don’t even know each other?”

“we both know you.”

and with that, the bell rang and the teacher walked into the classroom, followed by students a few minutes later.

felix didn’t even once try to get your attention for the rest of that period

school ended, and you were still thinking of felix. any time you passed him in the hallway or saw him in class, he didn’t seem like himself. beyond that, his words kept replaying in your head, “like you care,” “we both know you.”

it bothered you that he didn’t think you cared about him, and it bothered you that he and seonghwa had gotten into a fight, by the sound of it, because of you.

you hadn’t had a chance to ask seonghwa about it, since you didn’t have any afternoon classes with him.

you exited your last classroom and headed towards your locker. before you could reach it, from across the hallway, you saw felix leaned up against it. you smiled, glad he wasn’t ignoring you, but your smile dropped when seonghwa joined him with an angry look on his face.

the hallways were still crowded, so you couldn’t hear what was being said, but it looked like there was about to be another fight. not wanting any more drama, you rushed to your locker and stepped between the two.

as you rushed up, you heard part of the conversation before they stopped talking when you showed up.

“seriously, lee. can’t you see you’re not good for her?”

“i’m trying to be!”

“that’s not good enough!”

you carefully placed your bag and books down on the floor, stepping out from in between them. you finally got a good look as seonghwa, and oh boy, had you been wrong. felix definitely won this fight, too. he had a black eye one one side and a bruised cheek on the other, along with a bandage across his nose.

“what’s going on?”

seonghwa spoke first, “y/n, please tell felix-“

you interrupted him in a panicked voice, eyes on felix.

“oh my god, felix, your lip is bleeding again, i told you to use my chapstick!” you reached your hand up to his lip, running your finger over the rough skin. he brought his hand up and lightly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand from his face, his eyes moving from yours to seonghwa’s.

seonghwa was looking at you with frustration, “jesus christ, y/n, really? you’re taking care of him?”

you gave him a confused look, “why shouldn’t i be? he’s bleeding and-“

“no,” felix released your wrist and took a step back, “he’s right, y/n.”

seonghwa raised his eyebrows at you, as if to say, “see? even he admits he’s bad for you!” but you turned back to felix, about to speak when seonghwa picked up your things and grabbed your arm to lead you away.

you pulled against his grip, “seonghwa, stop it.”

he had grabbed the same arm that you had banged into the door frame the night before, and him pulling on your arm made the bruise hurt even worst than it already did.

“y/n.” he spoke sternly, “let’s go.”

you pulled against him again, “seonghwa, please stop, you’re hurting me.”

his grip only tightened, “i said let’s go.”

your free hand went up to grab your hurt shoulder, “seonghwa, my arm still hurts from yesterday-“

with one last rough pull from seonghwa, you stumbled away from felix with a yelp. that’s when felix decided it was too much, and his hand found its way around seonghwa’s wrist, the one that was holding onto you.

“she said you’re hurting her, stop.”

seonghwa released your arm and immediately swung at felix with that same hand, knocking him straight in the jaw. felix stumbled backwards, but he quickly regained composure, swinging back and hitting seonghwa in the nose, which from the bandage he had on, you assumed to be broken. his nose started streaming with blood, and before anyone could throw another hit, the principle came rushing over, yelling at both boys and you to follow him to his office.

seonghwa, who was still holding your bag, no longer your books, as he had dropped them when he first went to hit felix, swung your bag off of his shoulder and dropped it roughly on the ground with a glare towards you.

you went to pick up your bag and collect your books, but felix got to it before you, swinging both your bag and his over his shoulders. you tried to argue with him, say that he was hurt and you could carry your own bag, but he wouldn’t listen.

the principle made all three of you sit in front of his desk, you in between the two boys.

“two fights in one day? really, boys? you know bet-“

“sir, i don’t know about the first fight, but felix did not start this fight, he was only defending me.”

“ms. y/n, do not interrupt me again or-“

without realizing it, your hand found it’s way to felix’s.

“no, sir, really, it’s not fair for felix to get into trouble!” you started to tear up, “check the cameras or ask anyone around us, really! he didn’t start it!”

seonghwa scoffed beside you.

“you’re still defending him?”

“she’s defending me because i’m not the one who put hands on her, park!” felix answered for you.

“i wouldn’t have had to if-“

“boys!” your principles voice echoed through his office.

“i’ll review the footage and we’ll talk again tomorrow. as of now, the two of you need to get cleaned up. y/n, you’ve had a long afternoon, go get some rest.”

seonghwa left immediately, storming out the door without saying goodbye to anyone. you, however, decided to stay back and help felix clean up.

he sat on the counter in one of the school bathrooms with you in between his legs, focused on cleaning him up. he said he could clean his wounds himself, but you insisted. as you were wiping the blood of your cheek, you softly spoke.

“felix, why did you two fight in the first place?”

he took a deep breath, shifting his eyes to lock with yours.

“i saw him this morning and i asked how serious you two were, with you going on a date and all. when he said not very, i asked him to stay away from you as anything more than friends. i told him you already had someone going after you and... he hit me. said i wasn’t good enough for you, said you deserve more than me.”

your face flushed at felix’s words, was he confessing to you?

“he told me to stay away from you all together, even as friends. at first i thought he was right, that you’re too good for me, but if i need to be better to be good enough for you, i will.”

“what do you mean, felix?”

“i like you, y/n. a lot. and i know i have a really shitty way of showing it, but i promise i’ll try my best to be what you deserve, if you’ll give me a chance.”

“felix, you saved me from him when he was hurting me, that’s not a shitty way of showing you care.”

a small smiled played at his lips, “who knew the good girl could swear?”

you hit his shoulder, “shut up or i’ll reject you.”

he laughed, a big smile on his face, but it quickly fell. he reached a hand up and gently pulled your jacket off of your shoulder, turning you slightly to see the bruise.

“y/n?” he began, “did he do this to you?”

your eyebrows furrowed, “yeah, he bumped into me and i fell.”

“but it wasn’t on purpose?”

“no.”

felix let out a breath you hadn’t realized he had been holding in, and he suddenly pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“i won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”

the next day, you walked into first hour to see felix sitting in his usual spot, and for the first time, you smiled and made your way over to him. he greeted you with a big smile.

halfway through class, your names along with seonghwa’s were announced over the loud speaker to come to the office. felix stood first, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room. neither of you missed the whispers that began when he took your hand.

the principle called the three of you into his office once again.

“as promised, i have your consequences ready. firstly, i rewatched the camera footage of both fights, and in both, seonghwa, you threw the first hit. because of this, i have to give you 2 weeks of suspension, beginning right after this meeting. for you, felix, despite your record, it’s clear you didn’t intend for either of these fights to happen, and it’s clear that the second one was in defense of someone else. however, you did hit back. detention every day after school for a week. and you, ms. y/n, this is your first incident and you weren’t involved with the violence, so i’ll let you off with a warning. you two,” he gestured to you and felix, “back to class. and you,” he pointed at seonghwa, “your parents will be here to pick you up soon.”

you and felix stood and headed back to class, but about halfway there, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a corner of the hallway where he knew there were no cameras.

you giggled, “what are you doing.”

one arm on your waist, he pulled the same chapstick you’d given to him earlier out of his pocket and applied it, a big smile on his face.

“i cant have chapped lips for out first kiss, now can i, good girl?”

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[Kingdom Hearts] Of Memes and Regrets

Summary: In which Lea has a guest star for his YouTube's next Let's Play, and she perfectly steals the show from him.... again. [oneshot][platonic LeaxOC (AxelxOC)]

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,412 words

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Lea glanced at the timer placed by his monitors and nearly tisked at the time.

She was late.

With a rather tired sigh, Lea started to work on making sure his software was still working right. Maybe while he was fiddling around with stuff, Sabrina would join the video chat so they could get a session done. He knew he should have asked Roxas to join again. Xion would be great to bring in too, if she wasn’t too busy working on her next article for her school’s paper. But alas, his subscribers had spoken, and they wanted Miss Priss and her insatiable need to annoy everyone. Especially him, apparently.

Not that he could blame them, she was great on camera.

Lea hummed as he booted up the game they were going to play. It was a review copy he had gotten a few days back, and he was actually looking forward to bumping it. He would be the first to admit to not being a big fan of the original franchise, but the graphics were crisp and the controls were smoother than butter. He knew Sabrina would have an appreciation for it too; as far as he could tell, the female characters were dressed sensibly- not at all designed just for the male gaze. They could have some fun talks about it when she got here. If she got here.

With the game running as expected, Lea started screen recording. He got a few minutes down before turning on his webcam as well. His face appeared on the screen to his left, with the game and recording software on the right. It was a good time to adjust lights while he was at it. Once that was settled, he began recording from the webcam as well. Lea admired himself in the webcam feedback for a moment. It was always better to overshoot, even if you weren’t really doing anything more than vocal warmups and adjusting your lighting.

Lea cleared his throat a bit before going through with his intro. He kept his tone bright and energetic. It was bad form to go in this early at full blast, but if Sabrina wasn’t going to remember their agreement, then he’d have to make due.

“Hey everybody, welcome back to AxelotlGaming! I’m Axel, and we were going to have a guest. Turns out she’s not coming, because at this point, we are well past being fashionably late.” Lea moved a bit away from the mic before grumbling, “It would’ve been nice if she actually bothered to tell me when she wasn’t coming. Could’ve been halfway through a recording by now.” He grimaced before remembering that he was still recording, so he turned back to the camera with a wide grin. He realized he was going to cut out a lot of his annoyance in editing later if he kept this up. The show always goes on, and whatnot.

“With or without our guest,” he went on to say to the webcam, “We’ve been sponsored to play the new-”

He hated to admit that he jumped when the ping for someone joining the video chat chimed. Lea quickly ended his recording softwares and accepted the newcomer. A new face appeared on the same monitor he kept his webcam feedback on, and he grimaced at seeing them.

“You’re late.” he huffed. He swiveled his car a bit just to glare at her feedback directly. Lea then almost proceeded to get knocked out of his seat looking at her.

Sabrina was a natural beauty and knew it. She was always light on her makeup regimen unless she was going to be seen on video or photograph. Today she did not plan on disappointing; her lips were painted a deep red, her cheeks the faintest of pinks to give the illusion of being an absolute sweetheart, and even the color around her eyes make them look more expressive. It was rather impressive- she must have worked on that for a good hour just to make sure she didn’t look like a raccoon.

“And now you realize why I’m late.” Sabrina smoothly told him, folding her arms with a smirk on her face. Even through the webcam, she looked so in control of everything. Lea didn’t know if it infuriated him, or was genuinely impressed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a wave of his hand. “But know this, princess; just because I have an arguably easy job on paper, it doesn’t mean I don’t keep a schedule too. Got it memorized?”

“Just hire an editor.” she told him in the least of caring tones.

“No way!” he argued back. “I’ve got a certain method to my madness, and I’m not going to have someone else get their fingerprints all over it.”

“What a funny way of saying that no one else is as deranged as you.”

“Enough talk,” Lea then said to her with a clap of his hands, “We should be halfway through a session by now. Start up the game and make it snappy.”

Sabrina gave him a little wave of her hand before doing as she was told. She must have known how late she was- usually when someone told her to do something, her instinct was to react with the opposite. As she did that, Lea also went over his recording equipment and made sure he was recording as well.

“I’m ready when you are,” he decided. “Are you recording everything on your end?”

“Looks like it.” she agreed. Her eyes looked elsewhere for a moment- likely to check if everything was running smooth enough. When her eyes went back to the webcam, she settled back a bit in preparation for the next hour or so of recording.

“Are you doing the intro today?” she asked, gently placing a hand under her chin.

“My show, isn’t it?” Lea smirked. Knowing that she was ready meant it was time to start recording again. About time, too.

“Alright princess, put on your video face.” he warned her. “We’re getting serious in three… two…”

Both of them shifted in their spots slightly to appear more presentable. Lea gave them a few more moments of getting comfortable before going through his intro.

“Hey everybody, welcome back to AxelotlGaming! I’m Axel, and today I’ve got a very special guest. Special guest, why don’t you introduce yourself. Not that you need it, of course.”

“Of course.” Sabrina smoothly agreed, even twisting a piece of her hair. She looked at the webcam before giving a double wave to it. Her voice carried a perkiness never seen before as she said, “Hey guys! You asked for me, so here I am! Your favorite Lady Sabi here to show up, ah, I mean, play with Axel today.”

“So humble.” Lea playfully retorted. Sabrina only gave a wide -rather smug- smile in return.

“What are we playing today, Axel?” she cheerfully chirped. For a moment, Lea wondered if he was friends with a bubbly airhead instead of a pessimistic downer.

“We’ve been sponsored to play the new Blue Bomber MMO called ‘Renegade Chaser.’” he said, gesturing his hands to the side. He’ll edit in the box art during post. “Designed with old and new fans alike, Renegade Chaser can be played online and off with both multiplayer and single player modes.”

“Sell out.” Sabrina coughed into her hand.

“Yeah, well,” Lea mused, “Not all of us get free stuff just by looking pretty on Instagram. Of course, with almost a million followers at PrincessSabiAes2012, you’ve almost got enough influence to carry this channel on your own.”

“Nice plug.”

“Why thank you.”

“Bad rep for you though.”

“Why thank you.”

Sabrina let out a genuine laugh at his misfortune. But this was the kind of repertoire his subscribers enjoyed between them. Just hearing her laugh gave him a vision of a future comment along the lines of ‘hearing Sabi laugh at Axel adds 9,999 years to my life.’ Too bad the actual object of Sabrina’s -disguised- affection wasn’t on YouTube much, let alone have an account. Which was all for the best- he didn’t want to admit it, but Ventus got jealous real easy. Embarrassingly easy, depending on who you asked.

“Now that you’ve harassed me and we’re not even a minute in, how about we pop into game and see what we’ve got?”

“Let’s.” Sabrina agreed with a sweet little nod.

Lea stole a look at her as she adjusted some things on her end to make sure her game footage was being recorded. Lea chastised himself for being so focused on her. He needed to stop getting distracted by her Clark Kent-ing her onscreen persona. But the switch was just so… uncanny, to put it in the nicest terms possible. There’s no wonder that despite her near million followers, Sabrina had yet to be recognized by any of them in person.

Lea shivered before continuing with his show. Two minutes of recording down, another 58 to go.

. . .

You could tell Sabrina was having a hard time getting used to the game because for ten straight minutes she did nothing but harass Lea instead. Not that it wasn’t to be expected- she was a puzzle girl, not a shoot-em-up girl. That being said, once she figured out the controls, she was nigh unstoppable. She even managed to figure out the special weapons before Lea could. Of course he called her a cheater for it. As long as it was in good fun, who really cared- right?

Another disorienting thing about Sabrina; she kept going from her usual snark to bubbly sunshine in mere seconds. The true (or as true as she wanted to be) part of her came through when she was at her most frustrated. It was yet another thing that his regular viewers came to appreciate of her. A lot of viewers really hated her bubbly self, even though it was arguably when she dished the most one-liners. Lea knew she was actually having a good time when she let the side of her he usually saw come through. That little lady knew how to be a savage and thrived in it.

One such occasion happened during this session. While the two were playing around with the various modes the game had, Lea had found a one-on-one free-for-all that the two took to immediately. Sabrina got so into beating him that he had to talk directly to her or else all commentary would have gone flat. Every word that came out of Sabrina’s mouth was straight from her mind, with no conscious censoring in the slightest. Lea feared so much for her that he intentionally threw the match. He did put up a fight- but it was definitely one of their shorter matches. Sabrina didn’t seem to notice as the victory screen appeared for her.

“Yes!” Sabrina gleefully declared, slamming her hands into her desk before giving her chair a spin. As the chair slowly came to a halt, she threw one of her hands over her head and gave an absolutely satisfied expression.

Lea knew right away that the moment his viewers saw that reaction, there were going to be memes of it. He could practically see them now- a really poor screenshot of that slightly worrying pose she was making, Impact font saying stuff like 'when bae buys you tacos without asking' or 'when Lea's such a moron and makes winning easy.' He'd have to ask her for her footage. He could emphasize the moment to help make some of those insufferable jpegs look slightly better.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but Sabrina was already the source of one of his channel's memes. 'Scrub my feet, peasant' was a line uttered during one Monopoly match that did not go in Lea's favor. Sabrina had also made a rather memorable pose in her chair, coupled with a rather smug face. It became so popular that Lea had to get her permission to make it into a t-shirt. Both Sabrina and his viewers had yet to live it down; Sabrina wearing the shirt anytime she knew the two of them would be in the same room together, and his viewers still made comments that referenced the line.

Good thing she was more of an Instagram queen and not a YouTuber. Lea would probably lose half his subscribers the moment she actually posted videos of her own.

“Heh, I let you win, my lady.” Lea boasted. This realization came to Sabrina with a slow grimace.

“You did.” she said in disappointment. She then smirked at him (not at the camera, but him directly on the screen), before spitting, “There are other ways to flirt with me than making me look superior to you.”

“Oh yeah?” Lea snorted. “Like what?”

Sabrina then smirked like she was taking on a challenge.

“Oh Axel,” she purred into her microphone. Almost immediately, Lea could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “If you wanted a mistress to teach you how bad of a boy you are, you could have just asked. This doesn’t have to be hard.” She paused for a moment, just to make it dramatic. “Unless you want to be…”

Lea was dead certain that his soul left his body for a hot second. His face absolutely betrayed him, though. He looked away just to hide how red it was.

“Oh well, just look at the time.” Lea decided, already reaching for the keyboard key to finish the recording. “We’re all gamed out for the day. Thank you for watching!”

“But Axel, we still have ten-”

“Thanks for watching!” he loudly declared before smacking the keyboard key. Not long after, his head hit the desk in both relief and frustration.

“Are you alright?” Sabrina questioned, a teasing smirk still on her lips.

“God I hate you.”

“You gonna be alright with that nosebleed?”

“Shut up.” Lea whined.

Sabrina just laughed at him. To rub salt into the wound, she ended the video chat mid-laugh. It was far too effective in leaving a phantom image of her on his mind. Lea let out another groan as he thought about his viewers’ reaction. This was going to be an episode to remember, he had no doubt about it. It was likely going to fuel even more rumors that the two had the hots for each other- which was the last thing he wanted.

He really needed to stop inviting her back.

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Chapter Six: She’s Perving Again Guys - Lola

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Falling For Red Masterlist

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Days off didn’t exist when your job was taking out the scum of the earth. I was lucky to have gotten the two days that I had. So when I was rudely woken up by a text from my boss I sighed. All I wanted to do was sleep, as Axel had kept me up for most of the night but no there were people to take out.

It had also been a couple of days since I nearly killed Jacob, Blade had been keeping his distance from me as well which sucked, but I knew he didn’t want to be pissing me off again. But by doing this he had pushed me closer to Axel.

The house was quiet, the boys were still asleep apart from Phoenix, which wasn’t a surprise.

“You are up early Red” he said pouring her a coffee as I yawned, sleepily rubbing my eyes walking into the kitchen.

“Gotta go to the agency, Daz has a case for me” I nodded, still half asleep. “But I really want to sleep”

“I don’t get why he always wants you in so early in the morning” Nix laughed as he placed the mug of freshly brewed coffee in front of me.

“Because he hates me Nix” I said taking a sip “He loves to see me suffer, and knows full well I am not a morning person”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Nix laughed.

“Oh trust me he does” I nodded “I don’t think he is over me being able to take his son down”

“Yeah that will make a man hate you” He laughed. “What time do you have to go in?”

“Urm in about an hour” I nodded “So make me breakfast”

“What am I? Your slave” Nix gasped.

“Yeah” I grinned resting my head on my fists giving him the puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, pancakes coming right up, good job I love you” he winked. “Now what’s going on in that precious head of yours?”

“What makes you think there’s things going on?” I asked, as I made my way to the back door, sparking a cigarette up, it was too early for Maddox to go off on one for me smoking in the house.

“You are forgetting how long I’ve known you now kiddo” Nix smiled “you get more snappy when you have things buzzing around your head”

“Fine” I huffed, there was no point lying to Nix, he always saw right through it. “It’s just Blade, ever since you guys got home he is acting weird”

“You have been spending a lot of time with Ax” Nix nodded as he poured the pancake batter into the pan.

“Can you blame me?” I sighed “I’ve not seen you guys for months, whereas I was with Blade every single day. I just feel like I’m walking on eggshells around Blade and I fucking hate it”

“Have you tried talking to Blade about it?”

“Me talking about my feelings” I laughed “you have better chance of getting blood out of stone”

“But you talk to me about your feelings,” he smiled.

“Yeah well you are different, you are my teddy bear and you actually know when I’m bullshitting you so” I shrugged, tossing my cigarette butt into the bucket by the doorstep.

“Just talk to him kiddo” Nix smiled as he played up breakfast.

“Meh will think about it” I shrugged, pouring us both a fresh coffee. “Maybe I just need to decide who I want more I guess but then that decision would be impossible”

“Why does it smell like burnt flesh in here?” I laughed scrunching my nose up as I walked into the house.

“Maddox tried cooking” Blade laughed as he ran down stairs.

“How many times Mad?” I smirked “We like this house so stay out of the kitchen and leave the cooking to the people that don’t burn pop tarts”

I can’t leave these children alone for a couple out hours without them trying to burn the goddamn house down!

“Urgh fine” Maddox huffed “But don’t moan when these lot don’t want to cook and I am starving”

“Dude you are always hungry” Axel glared before smiling at me. “You got a good case Princess?”

“Not quite sure to be honest” I shrugged, I was confused about my new case to say the least “It’s not a case that is the agency’s its for someone else but they requested Red”

“How do they even know about us?” Nix asked “The agency is meant to be secret”

“Beats me” I shrugged, grabbing the laptop flopping onto the sofa, throwing my legs over Maddox. “I don’t think the person that requested Red is necessarily above board which makes sense that they know about the Agency.”

“Something doesn’t add up” Axel said “just be careful princess”

“Always” I smiled, not taking my eyes off the screen.

I was determined to find out who the hell this Grayson Knox was. Luckily for us we had access to databases that civilians wouldn’t, which made my job slightly easier. Yes I was meeting this guy tomorrow morning but it would be nice to have some knowledge on him seen as he had heard of Red. And I wasn’t going to walk into his office completely blind. That would just be stupid.

After half an hour of scrolling and searching, I finally struck gold. I had managed to find an old facebook page of his, along with an instagram page and the companies website.

“I thought you were researching?” Maddox asked, resting his head on my shoulder.

“I am” I said, not looking away from the screen. I was currently scrolling through some photos of this guy.

Well hello there Mr Knox, if only you weren’t making me feel something is wrong I’d do you.

“Sure looks like it Angel” Maddox smirked “hey guys she’s perving again, over this Knox guy”

Instantly Blade and Axel were hovering over the laptop.

“Damn are you two keeping something from us?” I smirked looking up at them.

“Just need to see if he is hotter than me Princess” Axel said tapping my head.

“Guys I am working a case for this dude, I am not going to fuck him” I laughed. Not whilst I’m working for him at least. I have morals thank you.

“Yeah and she can’t exactly have three guys on the go can she?” Blade huffed.

Excuse me prick?!?

He still wasn’t over the fact Axel was back and I had kinda thrown him to the side. Even though he knew the incident with Jacob would be playing a major part.

“What happens if i want to have three guys on the go aye, None of you fuckers could stop me” I said raising my brow at Blade “My biggest concern is why someone that owns and investment and stock company needs someone like me, something isn’t right”

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Super self indulgent Bug Fables YouTuber au (or what a random mishmash of characters’ channels would be)

Vi: literally does whatever she feels like. Hates clickbait so is very literal in naming and descriptions. Vlogs about missions (and complains when maki doesn't accept them as reports in the next vlog). Has a playlist of abandoned let's plays she started. The only completed game she's done was Mario 3d world with Leif and Kabbu (which was a feat in and of itself as Leif and Vi constantly sabotaged each other while Kabbu struggled with the course. Before anyone asks, Leif played as Princess Peach cause he likes the floating, Vi was Toad because he’s the fastest, and Kabbu switches back and forth between the brothers cause although he likes Luigi, he is slippery to control). Liable to disappear for long periods of time and her fans like to tease that you can find her on Leif's channel more

Leif: Let's plays and food challenges. The game recordings are pretty nice thanks to Vi but Leif consistently sounds like they're standing far away from the mic. Mostly chill but Leif gets. Very into voicing characters and the storylines. Also Very looooong livestream videos. Vi is a frequent guest (KabbuWatch is an injoke with the chat because Kabbu usually stops the stream if Leif has been going too long). Mostly plays older games but he does Minecraft for Tod.

Kabbu: Educational videos to encourage people to explore and learn more about the world! Also does some storytime and safety videos. Kabbu puts a lot of effort into them but also he does use clip art and the cheering sound effect unironically. He collaborates frequently with Neo and his channel! Has a small playlist where he reviews Bug Rangers things. (also has a single let's play upon request that was him playing a free mahjong app calmly and quietly for forty minutes)

Neo: Kabbu's channel but more advanced and in-depth topics. Also unironically uses the cheering sound effect. Usually just lecture style recordings of him talking with a whiteboard instead of edited videos. Unfortunately his most watched video was one where someone broke into his house while he and Kabbu were recording (Kabbu fought them off and then they continued discussing the effects of invasive plant life in the local area like they hadn't been interrupted)

Jaune: art Time-lapses babeyyyy. Vi helped her set up and helps edit her videos (vi puts more effort into Jaune's videos than her own shh). rarely posts but always a treat. Got a huge boost after she did some art for a Mothiva album.

Mothiva: Official channel with lots of live performances and music videos! She has... Influencer energy in her vlogs. Many clickbait. But honestly a lot of good vibes and a mostly good community?? She highlights fanworks and makes sure her stuff is accessible too. Despite some drama about properly crediting work and that she can be petty at times, she works hard on her image. Be sure to like and subscribe!

Zasp: Runs a Mothiva fan account that makes high quality amvs and such. Mothiva is aware of the account but doesn't know it's him and he fears when she finds out. Leif knows but does not care.

Kut: professional as hell cooking asmr videos. Does not consider then asmr. (Fry does not care and Crisbee prefers to bake rather than make.)

Crow: Hearthstone. Brings Leif in sometimes to discuss strategies.

Team Maki: Kina does story time vlogs and records Maki sword demonstrations. Upon her request, Maki made an account too. All he has done is upload videos of caterpillars he's found. He met and became friends with Yin over mutual bonding of caterpillars to Kina's distress. Yin has a channel now and also posts caterpillar videos to Kina’s further distress.

Tanjerin: strange tofu-chan-esque workout challenge channel on tiktok. No one is sure if ironic or not.

Gen and Ari: run the local explorer association’s youtube page! Running it is actually part of their job and they do it really well. Very snappy editing and shows off work done well. Accidentally turned Artis into a meme for a week (small playlist dedicated to when they catch other guild members recording themselves. Mothiva and vi are the most frequent offenders)

#hello I'm just going to sit over here and make extremely niche content for myself #marge voice: I just think they're neat!#roo rambles about bug fables #team snakemouth #they're the only ones I'm tagging there's way too many #I wasn't sure if they were still bugs or not until I got to Maki #/insert that picture of Vi I drew that says don't @me I'm vi bing

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darkfairy-tales · 4 years

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Insanity - Chapter 3

Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.

Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader

Genre: Mafia au

Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing

The next day you had been on edge since the moment you woke up. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the party Sangyeon had mentioned. You couldn't help but keep thinking of Sangyeon too. He was a mystery. You couldn't figure him out. But he was an interesting person to you. Earlier he had texted you reminding you about the party to which you had replied that you remember it and that you don't have short term memory lost or things like that. You knew that you were being snappy but you didn't really care. An hour and a half before it turned 7 pm you had went to take a bath willing yourself to relax. You got out and slowly started to get ready taking your time. You settled for a light make up. Giving yourself a natural look. You let your hair down. The dress Sangyeon had gotten for you looked wonderful on you. It was the right fit which sort of surprised you. You wore the earring and necklace which went well with the dress. When you done giving yourself a final touch it was almost 7 pm already. You put your heels on and walked out of the house locking the door behind you.

Just on time a large expensive car pulls up in front of your house. The driver gets off and opens the door. You saw Sangyeon who had a smirk on, waving at you lightly. You huffed as you walked towards the car and got inside. The driver closing the door and then getting back to the driver seat as he starts the engine and drove towards where you assumed the party venue was. "You look beautiful princess." Sangyeon says. You glanced at him. He was wearing a beautiful suit which looked expensive and you think of how it must have costed a fortune. He looked hot if you were honest. Dangerous but tempting. He looked like a predator and unfortunately or fortunatelyyou felt like a prey under his gaze. You didn't really minded for some reason. "Thanks. You look great too." You mumbled as you looked away hiding your blush. The whole time on the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you and then looking away when you looked towards him. It didn't made you uncomfortable per say but you felt a little bit of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. Your let out the breath you didn't knew you were holding when the car stopped in front of a large hotel. You got out of the car along with Sangyeon. He takes your hand in his as he leads you inside the hotel. "Good evening Mr.Lee. Good evening ma'am." Some of the staffs greeted when you too walked in. Sangyeon nodded back at them. You did the same with a smile. You could see some of the female staffs glaring at you making you shift uncomfortably beside Sangyeon. "Good evening sir. I have been told to lead you to the hall. Please do follow me." A male staff said. "Lead the way then." Sangyeon said as both of you followed the staff.

He led you to the hall. You could hear the chatters and slow music playing in the party clearer and clearer as you got closer. "Here you go sir, ma'am. Enjoy the party." The staff said. The two guards guarding the door opened the door wide. It was as if all the spotlight fell on you and Sangyeon as everyone inside the hall turned back to look at you and Sangyeon. Some whispered to each other looking at you while some looked too surprised to say anything. "Let's go in princess." Sangyeon softly says to you as he leads you inside. Your arms hooked around his. "Smile. You look beautiful. Don't look too nervous. It will make you stand out more." Sangyeon says. You try to look relaxed as much as you can and give the people staring at you a smile. A middle aged man comes up to both of you grinning. "Oh hello Mr.Lee. I almost thought you were not coming but I see you did and also brought a beautiful date with you." The man says. Sangyeon gives the man a smile, which in your opinion was fake. "Well I had nothing much to do Mr.Chou. So I thought why not." Sangyeon said. "I see. So who is this beautiful woman?" The man asked looking at you up and down. You coughed a bit as the sudden attention. "I am Y/N. Nice to meet you." You said bowing a bit. "Such a lovely name. It is really nice meeting you." Mr.Chou says with a smile. "Anyway enjoy the party. I will go greet other guests." The man says as he walks away. Sangyeon leads you to the table filled with different types of food and drinks. "Stay here. Don't move. I am going to go have a talk with someone. You can eat anything here. Be wary of other people. Don't listen to anyone talking shit and most importantly don't trust and follow anyone." Sangyeon says. You just nod with a huff as he walks away.

"Jerk. Leaving me all alone in a party I have no idea about." You mumbled to yourself as you turned around the table filled with food. "What would you like to have ma'am?" A man, who seems to be a staff asked referring to the foods and drinks. "I am not sure. But I would like to drink something. Recommend me something." You said as you looked at all the drinks. "Non alcoholic or?" The man asked. "Yes non alcoholic please." You said with a smile. The man nodded as he picked up a blue drink handling it to you. "It is a mocktail called Blue Shoe. It is my personal recommendation." He said. You hummed as you took the glass and started drinking as you looked around all the people in the hall. Everyone seems to be socializing chatting with each other. You see Sangyeon chatting with some woman and you unconsciously narrow your eyes at them. "Who the hell is she?" you mumbled to yourself. "She is Im Chaerin." A voice answered for you. Surprised you turned around and saw a shorter male with blue hair. "Oh." You answered not really knowing what to answer. "I am Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you..." The man says trailing off. You noticed how he had such cute facial features. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too." You says as you finished off your drink. "You came with Sangyeon?" He asked. You hesitantly nodded. "Well that's a first. He doesn't really come in parties like this. More so he doesn't really bring anyone with him. You are a first. Many woman would be jealous. Especially with the fact that you are really attractive." Hongjoong says as he picks up a drink for himself.

"Are you here because you find me attractive too?" You asked raising your eyebrows. You didn't meant to sound cocky and shit but you were a bit curious. Hongjoong laughs at your questions. "I would have been attracted to you if I was single. But what can I say I am really loyal to my boyfriend." He says. "You are gay?" You asked for confirmation. "Bisexual. But I prefer man more." He says as he takes a sip of his drink. "How do you know Sangyeon?" You ask. "You can say we are kind of friends? Well we help each other in various ways. He is more closer to my boyfriend." He says. "Did you came with your boyfriend?" You asked as you put pick up another glass Blue Shoe Mocktail. "Yes. And I don't knew where the hell did he went." He huffs with an annoyed look. "I am sure he will come back looking for you." You said with a chuckle. "Oh well he better. Or else he is sleeping on the couch." He said sounding threatening making you laugh at his threat. You look back up to where Sangyeon was and you saw him walking back towards you, his eyes flickering between you and Hongjoong. "I don't know about mine. But your man surely is coming." Hongjoong says snickering. You blush at his words. "I hope I didn't took to long. And I see you have met Hongjoong." Sangyeon says. "You left your girl to talk to another girl. Y/N was glaring at you." Hongjoong says. His words making your flustered as you hit his arm blushing. "Oh is that so?" Sangyeon says, you swear you hear his cocky tone. "Shut up." You said glaring at him. "Hey baby." Another voice spoke up. You saw a man slightly taller than Hongjoong approach the said male. "Hey hwa." Hongjoong greets with a big smile. "Y/N meet him! He is my boyfriend. Park Seonghwa." He says with a bright smile. You internally cooed. They looked so good together. "Hi Seonghwa-ssi I am Y/N." You said with a little bow. "Nice to you meet you Y/N-ssi. I am guessing she is your date for tonight huh?" Seonghwa asked as he looks at Sangyeon smirking. "Yes you are right." Sangyeon answers putting his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Does she know?" Seonghwa asked. "Yeah. She is the one who saved me after I got shot." Sangyeon says and realization dawns on you. "You guys are also gangsters or so?" You asked turing to Seonghwa and Hongjoong. They both nodded smiling sheepishly. You look at them in awe. 'Was all gangsters this handsome and pretty?' You thought to yourself.

"Anyway me and Hongjoong here will head out. We have to return soon. You know how Wooyoung is. Can't leave him alone for long. He might burn down my house or shit." Seonghwa says. "Sangyeon hyung do give Y/N my number. I would love to be friends with her." Hongjoong said making Sangyeon nod and after saying their farewell they went away. "They are cool." You mumbled. "Do you want to go back?" Sangyeon asked. "Yep I would love to. I am hungry. But I don't want to eat here." You said as you looked around at all the people feeling out of place and uncomfortable. After all you weren't used to attending such big parties. "Come on then." Sangyeon says as he pulls you away out of the hall. You followed him without any words. Both of you got inside the lift and he pressed on the 5th floor. "Why are we going on the fifth floor?" You asked curious. "This hotel has a large restaurant in the 5th floor. Their food is amazing." Sangyeon shortly says. When you arrived on the fifth floor he leads to where the restaurant was. In the front you can see a large glass door. The staff standing beside the door opens it for both of you with a friendly smile. He walks towards the reception. "Table for two please." Sangyeon says. The staff scarmbles off to guide you two to a table. You two ordered for your food and ate it quietly but you decided to break the silence. "So was the party.. a gang party? or whatever you call it?" You asked. He looks at you amused. "Nope. Some gang leaders has legal business. We use these business to hide our illegal works. And the party was a business related. Not gang one." He answers. "Is Seonghwa the leader of a gang too?" You asked now curious about lots of things.

"No. Hongjoong is the actual leader. But you can say Seonghwa is too. Because well they are together and they work together as a team to get their gang going. And Seonghwa is also the one who handles their legal business." Sangyeon says. "Aren't you scared that I might go to police and tell everything about you?" You blurted out. He laughs at your words. "First of all I don't think you won't. I know that you won't. Second of all you think they can catch us?" He says confidently. "Don't be so cocky." You grumbled as you focused back on your food as he did the same. After both of you were done eating he paid for the food. Oddly it felt as if it was date but you didn't dare comment on it. Both of you got out of the hotel and went to where the car was parked. The driver opened the door for you and Sangyeon to get inside. After closing the door he got to the driver's seat and started the engine driving back to your house first. "You really do look beautiful today." Sangyeon says making you blush mumbling a small 'thank you'. You didn't dare look at him too flustered. He was making your heart beat so fast and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You stayed silent as he settled for looking at you the whole way back to your house.

The car parked at the front of your house when you finally reached. Sangyeon got out of the car and kept the door open for you. "Thanks you know. For coming with me today." Sangyeon said. He was glad that it was dark. He didn't wanted you to see the blush on his cheeks. "Thanks too. I enjoyed it." You said looking down shyly. He suddenly closes the gap between you two. His arms coming up to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. You look up at him, your heart beating fast, your cheeks burning as it turned red, feeling shy at how close you two were. He leaned in and placed a peck on your lips. It was fast. It ended fast and it left you frozen. "I think I would like to have you as mine." He said lowly making you shiver. He pulls away from you. Your knees weak from his words. "Go in. I am sure you would like some good rest." He says with his hands in the pockets of his pants. You nodded. "Goodnight! I will see you some time later!" You squeaked out as you literally ran inside your house. You could hear him chuckling behind you. "I will definitely see you again love. Goodnight princess." You heard him say. You quickly opened the door and went inside. With a last peek at him you shut the door closes as you leaned your back against it trying to catch your breath. 'Fuck my first kiss is gone' you internally screamed as your hand touched your own lips. That night you fell asleep, still feeling tingles on your lips where Sangyeon's lips were earlier. And you totally dreamed about the said man. You were fucked and you knew it.

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Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for so long. My assessment exam was going on so it was a bit hard to write anything. Again! Thank you so much for all these support. I really appreciate you all ❤❤❤

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please don't forget to like and reblog. Thank you again. I have also made a masterlist for Insanity seperately. Stay tuned for next chapter. Buiii 💞💞

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amajikilvr · 3 years

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Hello, princess. Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while, I missed you. How have you been?

And about my hair-- yeah, it is pretty long huh? (≧.≦) I've always liked it this way. It tickles my nose but it doesnt really bother me, I'm used to it. Um... I dont style it much, since I don't usually put much effort into my appearance.. maybe if it's like a SPECIAL day or occasion I guess? But not really... I wear headbands at home sometimes like when I'm reading though.

And AH.. YOURE RIGHT. It's already a love fest! It's just so easy to love on you, babygirl, I cant help myself ;^; i... did call you my love didnt i.. wow I'm getting a little too bold on here

I better be your only tamaki :(

YEAH IM EMBARRASSED WHAT DO YOU EXPECT;;

Thank you.. very much... it makes me. Um. Happy you find me attractive.. aah..//// pretty? Really? Thank you.. so much. But trust me, I'm not... pretty all the time.

And yes, as weird as it is I'd manifest some kitty ears for you.. something like this:

,,^ ,,, ^,,

>(๑•﹏• ๑)<

U U do... do you see the kitty..

I hope youve been sleeping better since we last talked, sweetheart. I care about you and that includes you physical and mental health, you'll make me worry, please do your very best. Drink water too and try to eat well.

Oh, they usually talk about our internships and the 1A kids on occasion. We work with them after all and they are a well-- rowdy bunch. It's always something interesting with them. Dont worry, I'm comfortable with them and talk a lot, er, a lot for me that is. I'm still more of a type who listens more than chats. But it's nice to be listened to too :}

Hah.. thank you, babygirl. Thats sweet of you to say 😖 mirio is usually saying stuff like that, but I doubt I'm very funny.. I'm more... snappy I guess. Funny on accident :{

And I'd love to chat with you more :} I'm sorry I've been so busy lately.

-your Tamaki A.♡

hi baby!!! i’ve missed you too >_< i’ve been okay, i guess. just been down for the last month. i do have a job interview this week though. what about you?

your hair is very pretty, tama. i’ve just cut mine and i think you have more than me now :o headbands? i didn’t expect that, but i like the idea of you wearing them :) you know, you’d look cute with barrettes i think. or little hair clips.

you really like me that much? >_< that makes me happy... don’t worry, i do like when you call me that and it’s nice to see you be so bold. it’s kinda funny too. in a good way, of course. <3

yes, you’re my only tamaki. my special tamaki :)

i knew you were, sweetheart. i just wanted to hear you say it. heh. it’s just cute seeing you embarrassed-

i think you’re absolutely attractive. pretty too. very pretty. i’d say handsome as well. yeah, that’s a good word for you. enough compliments? aha, i’ve got plenty, love :)

kitty ears! i love it! thanks for the example, it’s adorable >_<

ah, my sleeping has been hit or miss, i guess. it depends on whether i’ve got the discipline to go to sleep when i should... i’ve been trying to take good care of myself, but it’s a bit difficult. i have been drinking plenty of water and taking my meds properly though so don’t worry, okay?

babygirl (*^_^*) i’m sure you’re a wonderful person to chat with! they’re very lucky </3 and i’m just telling the truth! accident or not, you’re funny, hilarious. you’ve made me laugh many many times, trust me.

it’s okay, tama! i’m glad to have any chance to talk to you <3 take care ily

#astridtalks #characteranon

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hrbumga · 4 years

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Review: Deathless, Cathrynne M. Valente

Overall Rating: 2.5/5 stars.

This review contains heckin’ spoilers. I had about as mixed feelings as you could have about this book. On one hand, I can see where it gets it’s hype—a lot of the descriptions are beautiful, Valente manages to weave a rich tapestry of images and situations so that each page dazzles you anew. The thing is, I think I liked this book. Think. To be honest, I’m not totally sure. While rewritten fairytales for adults is a genre I’m drawn to, I think there were a lot of issues I had with this book, and furthermore some of the strangest things about Deathless actually didn’t take place within its pages at all. Let’s put a pin in that.

Structural Integrity

I can’t tell if the structure was the thing I took the most issue with, or if it was just the first thing I noticed. I’m mostly going to focus on the prologue and parts 1 and 2, since that’s where I have the issue.

The prologue opens with a boy (when I say boy I mean little kid, I think he was like 9 or 10) standing trial for not being available to fight in The War(TM). One of the people trying him is Marya Morevna, our protagonist. In a moment of kindness, she tells the boy to turn, run, and never look back, letting him escape punishment. Are we going to remember this? Of course, it’s the prologue, an introduction to the core of the story. Does it come up again? Kinda. In part 6, we loop back around to it, which makes me think part 6 should’ve been more of an epilogue to pair with the prologue.

So anyway, all we really derive from that is Marya is either a traitor to whatever war she’s a part of or is sympathetic to children. Or both. Which, okay, having a prologue mainly focused on the character we’ll be following makes sense. We either see who she is or who she was, and we get a sense that this Marya is/was a strong yet kind hearted character. Put a pin in that.

Part 1 is Marya’s upbringing, taking place either right before or during the Bolshevik Revolution. There’s a lovely, fairytale-esque portion in the beginning where as a little girl, she watches from her window as birds hop down from the tree outside, transform into handsome, wealthy men ask to marry the girl in the window and in turn, each of Marya’s three older sisters are married off. She waits for her turn and is teased by schoolmates for believing in magic. As time goes on, more families move into her cramped home for communal living and she visits the house elves that live between the walls, who tell her that Papa Koschei, the Tsar of Life (a kind of god/demigod figure in folklore from what I can gather), will come for her soon. She visits a creepy widow next door who turns out to be the Tsaritsa of the Hour who tells her pretty much the same.

Finally, on cue, a handsome young man named Koschei, who is in fact an ancient, old, old man comes to the door to take her away from this life of poverty and be his fiancée. Marya is roughly sixteen at this point. The part ends with him grooming her while spiriting her away to the magic land of Buyan. When I say grooming, I mean he’s literally taking her willpower away as though it’s an object, slowly, over time. Part 1 ends with Marya disobeying his order not to speak (literally all she says is she’s feeling a little better after being violently ill all journey) and he punishes her by biting her tongue til she bleeds.

Then part 2 kicks off! The beginning of part 2 begins with Zemlehyed the leshy and Naganya the vintovnik bickering. Classic them! Then Madame Lebedeva hops off her horse from a firebird hunt.

If you just said, “wait, back up, who are these people? What’s a leshy?” you are not alone! Oh, eventually Marya turns up too. Yeah, turns out there’s been a major time skip from the point where Marya was a starving, impoverished child to a magical being’s bride-to-be, who’s dressed in jewels and gold, has three whimsical pals that are framed as though we’ve already been endeared to them, and is super into her kinky BDSM lifestyle with her ancient groom. This transition has taken a year. Mind you, Marya isn’t just our protagonist, she’s the one the narration follows, so any internal monologue with her grappling with whateverthehell happened in that year is just something the reader doesn’t get.

Sure, her and her whimsical folktale fae friends have snappy dialogue and seem close, but we see literally nothing of how they get there. It’s a neck-snapping tonal whiplash from part 1 and frankly, had this not been a book club pick I would have DNF’d at the beginning of part 2 so quickly.

That’s a big issue I have with this. The parts don’t have much of a narrative through line, not really. The time jumps are janky and messy, we’re tossed in the deep end constantly. I think if the book had begun with part 2, I wouldn’t have minded the deep-endedness, that’s how books are at first. Have part 1 be a prologue or split up in flashbacks. But no, you read part 1, get accustomed to what the book is, and then quick as a whip you’re in a completely different novel altogether. It doesn’t read as cute or clever, but rather awkward and annoying.

While the beginning of part 2 has flimsy explanations of what leshy and vintovik are, as well as other Russian creatures and characters, it’s all missile launched at you so quickly you don’t have time to actually absorb any of it.

The Book Doesn’t Breathe

Boy howdy, for a story with Buyan, where the buildings literally have flesh and blood, it sure doesn’t leave space for air. Like I mentioned before, it often tosses unfamiliar terminology, stories, archetypes, and situations at you all at once without a moment’s notice. If the book is trying to cater to a new adult demographic in America, it doesn’t do an adequate job of hosting the reader in this new strange world. It’s a shame, really, because Valente describes things incredibly vividly and beautifully. Description in this book? Great. However, it feels as though character and plot development were sacrificed in the process. You’re yanked from one cast to the next, and Marya has very little impact on anything at all.

Okay, so, Naganya is this spunky steampunk-like troll creature. One of the main (thus, new) characters in part 2. She’s introduced as a close friend of Marya’s, which, okay. Moving on. They go on a wacky adventure! You see their relationship organically. While you’re still frustrated there was no build, you’re kinda on board. Okay, great. End of part 2? Naganya’s murdered. Slaughtered, in fact, pretty brutally. Gone, dead. Didn’t matter. Moving on to part 3’s cast!

While Naganya’s ghost is referenced and Marya’s like, “F in the chat, that was a bummer dude,” that’s about all we get. Again, there’s no insight into whether she gives a damn. She uses sentences like “I loved my friends, them being dead is a downer” but it’s extremely tell-don’t-show. The thing is, in part 3, it’s ten years later and Marya is a hardened war general in her late 20s who simply doesn’t have the time or emotional energy to deal with that stuff.

Marya, Paperdoll Protagonist

I was watching a video essay where the essayist mentioned that Disney princesses in the Disney Renaissance were passive protagonists. Even if they were the main character, the story wasn’t about their growth and development, but rather it was about them being a free spirited teen who eventually settles down with a man. The heroes get the emotional arcs, not the heroines. Nearly all princesses from this era were more just placed in a setting and waded through it as things happened around them. Flat, unchanging, stagnant, like dolls.

Marya is like that.

Our protagonist never has any agency in the book. She’s groomed as a child, pushed around by Baba Yaga in part 2, pushed around by her husbands in part 3, and so on. She literally is just rolling with the punches. At a couple points she mentions wanting to free a bunch of sweatshop workers, but the narrative doesn’t budge, but rather tells her “no,” and railroads her forward in the predestined plot line like a bad D&D Dungeon Master.

Now, real quick, I don’t necessarily think this is inherently a bad thing as a narrative. Highlighting Marya’s lack of agency could be interesting and lead to a story that’s satisfying to read. It might not be how I would want a heroine to be treated but hey, different strokes. Here’s the problem: some Russian readers and reviewers have pointed out that this is absolutely antithetical to who Marya was in original Russian folklore. She was a warrior queen. She didn’t have to beg and cajole her way to power, she had it all along. Subverting traditional fairytales is also not inherently bad, though it’s been pointed out that this subversion in particular does a disservice to the character. Not to mention that Valente isn’t Russian herself, didn’t grow up listening to these tales, but rather seems to have appropriated them for her own gain. I’m not Russian, I can’t speak to whether or not Valente mistreated original texts, but I encourage readers to look into reviews written by Russian people who’ve read and reacted to the book. (Note: in the interest of attempting to be balanced, there is a review from a Russian who really liked Valente’s treatment, so there’s also that.)

Here are some of the more critical reviews:

Nastassja’s Review

Kogiopsis’s Review (which links to a couple others as well)

Liz’s Review

Did I cherry-pick these reviews because they aligned with my feelings? Yeah, admittedly, I did, and I encourage anyone to read through all of the reviews at their leisure if they’re really interested in potentially reading, because most of the reviews are good ones.

The Diptych Conspiracy: A Space Opera

The strangest thing I found while reading Deathless actually has nothing to do with the text itself, but rather the metatextual… idk, nature? of the book. As of now, and seemingly since very early after Deathless was published in 2011, it’s been marketed as part of a series called the Leningrad Diptych.

Valente announced on her personal blog that there would be a companion book of sorts that didn’t follow the same storyline as Deathless, but was made to act as a spiritual parallel.

She announced that Deathless would have a twin, Matryoshka, which was picked up by Tor, the same publisher who published Deathless, to be released in 2015. That’s where things get sticky.

If you google “matryoshka valente,” you get a couple of hits. When you click those hits, they take you to webpages that allegedly are selling Matryoshka according to titles and headers on the page. However, the book listed was published in 2019, not 2015. And the book’s description has nothing about Russian folklore or historical fiction, but something about a metagalactic space empire. And also, the book cover says it’s called Space Opera.

???????????????????

I wasn’t alone in my confusion though, thanks to this gem of a comment on Goodreads:

Apparently, at some point, the twin in the Leningrad Diptych was listed as an entry on Goodreads at one point. It was unnamed at the time, perhaps the title wasn’t announced for publishing yet. Then, inexplicably, Valente (who is a Goodreads author and therefore is able to edit her profile and her book entries) overwrote the entry entirely. Apparently, Matryoshka has been “postponed indefinitely.” I can’t find official word on this, but nothing has been mentioned about this book since 2013, so I have to assume that’s correct.

Okay, then why overwrite the entry? Why transform Matryoshka into Space Opera, this confusing some auto-updated websites and more importantly confusing me, 7 years later, at 2am when I have COVID and can’t sleep?

I have absolutely no basis for this, but I have a theory. Valente announces Matryoshka and creates a listing on Goodreads for the upcoming book (was the book actually okayed for publishing? Could she have announced it before it was played so her following pushed the publisher into okaying it? Probably not likely and I don’t know, but that’s besides the point). Anyway, she gets all this hype up about this new book, and Goodreads users add it to their to-read lists.

Then, something happens. The book is trunked, writer’s block happens, 30-50 feral hogs destroy all the existing copies, the publisher cancels it, whatever. It’s a bummer (no, really, I know I dumped on Deathless earlier but I’d be interested in the companion novel). Life goes on, Valente writes a new novel, sci-fi this time. That’s a completely different genre though, and fans might be antsy if you announce Space Opera while Matryoshka is theoretically still on the table.

So you simply overwrite the entry. Wipe Matryoshka from Goodreads, swap it with Space Opera when no one is looking.

Now, a bunch of people have your new sci-fi book on their to-read list and are none the wiser. When the book is finally released in 2019, they all get notifications that the book they want is ready, hooray! Most don’t bat an eye, maybe reserve a copy. Some might go, “oh, I don’t remember saving this book, but here it is. And it’s an author I like, so I must’ve done it.” Plus, everyone on their friends list gets a lil nudge in their algorithms that’s like “hey, Sue marked Space Opera as want-to-read. I’ll bet you’d like it too.” Your unknown sci-fi novel is suddenly in front of a lot of eyeballs and on a lot of wishlists, while the previous book is quietly swept under the rug. Success. You never mention the other book again. Matryoshka, who?

But again, I’m looking waaaaay too far into this. As of first writing this It’s 2am, I’m on day three of COVID-aligned symptoms, still waiting for my test results which is scary, therefore I can’t sleep. Also I’m a little bored.

Anyway, Deathless was alright I guess.

#deathless #catherynne m valente #review

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Bathroom door

Beca bounded down the stairs, arms full of her things she was packing up to leave the Bella house. She crashed into someone and her stuff went flying everywhere. She glanced up to see Aubrey’s slightly smirking face “What the hell are you doing standing at the bottom of the stairs like that?” She yelled at the older girl “In fact what are you even doing here? You don’t live here anymore!

Aubrey pulled a face "In a few hours neither do you!" She retorted. "Yeah well I still live here now and you don't so why don't you just do us all a favour and get lost! We're all trying to pack away and don't need you around making everything ten times harder!" Beca ducked down to retrieve some of the things that she'd dropped.

Aubrey scowled "So much for Bellas for life" she muttered and stormed up the stairs. Beca sighed and collected the rest of her things before deciding to make amends with Aubrey. After all Beca wasn't even annoyed at Aubrey, she was snappy simply because she didn't want to move out. She didn't want to leave all of the Bellas behind. She didn't want to leave one Bella in particular behind anyway.

Sighing again Beca trudged up the stairs to Chloe's room (the room that had once belonged to both Chloe and Aubrey) and opened the door ready to apologise to her. She frowned when she saw that Aubrey wasn't here until she heard someone in the ensuite bathroom.

Beca sat on the foot of the bed next to the bathroom door. Apologising wasn't something Beca found easy nor did often so not having to actually do it face to face with Aubrey relieved her slightly.

"Look Bree" she began before taking a deep breath "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick off on you and you know this house will always be yours as much as it is ours I just... have other things on my mind." Beca paused waiting for Aubrey to reply but when she didn't she figured she must still be pissed off with her.

"I just... I don't want to leave. I don't want to move away yet and be without the Bellas, you guys truly have become my family and I guess I'm just scared of losing that. I've made friendships in here that are so much stronger than anything I've ever had before. Like Amy she's a pain in the ass but she's such a laugh and a great mate to have and Chloe..." Beca sighed upon saying the redheads name.

"Well anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell Chloe and I have such a strong bond. I've never felt anything like it before and I don't want to lose that. She's the best and if I'm being honest that's 90% of the reason I'm dreading leaving so much, I don't want to leave Chloe. She makes everything okay and safe and exciting and I know now that she's going to move away and get a job and a boyfriend and a new life and forget about me totally. I just... I don't want that to happen"

Beca looked down, trying hard to stop the tears in her eyes from rolling down her cheeks "I'm in love with her" she managed to squeak out before the first tear rolled down her cheek. God she was being stupid! Why on God's earth would she tell Aubrey something like that. "Bree please don't tell her any of that"

Beca sniffed before she got up and headed towards the door.

Beca turned the door handle and jumped upon seeing Aubrey walking up the stairs towards her. Becas eyes widened as she turned around to see Chloe at the now open bathroom door. In that moment Becas brain short circuited and she stood there dumbly looking at Chloe, mouth slightly agape.

Chloe looked at Beca with a soft smile "I think we need to talk" she said in barely over a whisper. Beca closed the door behind her and quickly wiped her eyes before taking a deep breath and nodding slightly. "Well come over then I don't bite" Chloe giggled softly as she sat on her bed.

Beca shuffled towards Chloe and sat on the opposite end of the bed, rolling her eyes playfully Chloe scooted towards Beca. "Um, how much of that did you hear?" Beca muttered looking at her hands in her lap. "All of it" Chloe admitted truthfully. Beca nodded slightly "I'm sorry" Beca mumbled.

Chloe frowned at this "You have nothing to be sorry for Beca" Chloe replied softly, gently placing a hand on Becas leg. "I do. I've damaged the whole dynamic of our friendship" Beca groaned out in frustration. "It'll be okay" Chloe tried to soothe her but Beca shook her head "You'll always look at me differently now" Beca sighed. "Look I'm sorry Chloe but I have to go" Beca stood up to leave. "We can work through this Beca" Chloe tried but Beca shook her head as she exited the room.

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It had been 3 months since Beca had confessed her feelings to Chloe and three months since Chloe and Beca had last spoken. Chloe had tried, really she had but Beca wouldn't answer the phone to her or reply to her barrage of texts. Beca had completely isolated herself from all of the Bellas and moved to New York, working at a record label and living in a tiny crummy apartment.

Beca was well and truly hating her life. Living without the Bellas was hard but living without Chloe was almost unbearable. Her heart ached and she was lucky if she smiled once a week. She hadn't made any new friends and was just going through the motions, even mixing music didn't make her feel any better.

Chloe on the other hand was in a much better position. She had moved to Florida and was working as Ariel in Disneyland and loving every minute of it. She had always loved Disneyland and now it seemed her dreams of being a princess in real life had come true. She loved interacting with the children and ensuring that their visit was filled with awe and wonder like her trips had been as a child.

Chloe being Chloe had made loads of friends already and kept in regular contact with the rest of the Bellas. The only thing that would have made her life better would have been having her best friend back in it. She missed Beca dearly and felt a stabbing pain in her chest every time she thought about her scrappy little friend who had once inadvertently confessed her love to her.

She wished that Beca would answer the phone or text her back. She so desperately wanted to make things right between the two of them. Just because she didn't have the same feelings for her didn't mean they couldn't remain best friends. She missed Beca more than she'd ever missed anyone before and had begged and pleaded with the younger girl to talk to her to no avail.

Chloe woke up from a lovely dream, in the dream The Bellas were performing at Disneyland, all dressed as different princesses to an adoring crowd. Chloe and Beca were performing a short duet and Beca grinned at her with that smile she reserved especially for Chloe. The alarm clock jolted her awake and the sleepy smile remained on her lips for a second before remembering that she hadn't seen that smile in 3 whole months.

Chloe sighed and got her phone out to text Beca, knowing that she wouldn't get a reply. For all Chloe knew Beca had changed her phone number but text her anyway 'Hey Becs, you were in my dream last night, The Bellas were performing together at Disneyland! I miss you... please text me back x' Chloe quickly got changed, ready for another day in work.

Chloe got there slightly early as she always did, a smiling Chicago came over in his Prince Charming attire "Good morning Ariel" he laughed "Good morning to you too Prince Charming" Chloe laughed back. The pair had gotten closer over the past weeks and Chicago had started flirting heavily with the redhead.

He dropped to one knee and took Chloes hand in his "Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date tonight?" He asked already in character. Chloe giggled at the goofiness of him "Of course my prince" She replied. "Splendid" he stood up "Your chariot will await at 8" he kissed her hand before walking off. The other princesses gathered around her to talk to her about it before their shift started.

As soon as her shift finished, Chloe rushed home to get ready for her date, pausing only to alert the Bellas group chat of her date.

Stacey: You're literally going out with prince charming!

Aubrey: You're living every girls fantasy!

CR: Not EVERY girls fantasy

Fat Amy: Well every straight girls fantasy

Ashley: What are you going to wear?

Chloe pondered this for a second before getting up and looking through her wardrobe and picking out three options and sending pictures of each to the group chat.

Aubrey: Number 2

Jessica: 1

Ashley: 1

CR: Nah deffo 3

Emily: They're all nice!

Stacey: I have to agree with Bree number 2

Fat Amy: I'd say 3

Flo: 1 or 3

Lily: I killed someone in an outfit like 2

Chloe: Okay...

Chloe: You guys were no help

Chloe: What do you think @Beca?

Although Beca was still technically in the chat she hadn't spoken in it for 3 months and as suspected, she didn't break the silence. Chloe sighed and went with number 2 and got ready for her date. She was ready about 15 minutes before he was due to pick her up and decided to text Beca. Even after all of this time it wasn't any easier without her.

Chloe: Hey Bec, I tried calling you again yesterday but you didn't answer. Are you okay? Is this still your number? Please don't hate me forever, text or call me whenever you want and I'll be here x

Chloe heard a knock at the door and smoothed her hair down before answering the door. "Well hello there Chloe, you look amazing" Chloe smiled back at Chicago, "Looking pretty handsome yourself" Chloe replied. The pair set off in Chicago's car to a nearby Italian restaurant. Chicago was a perfect gentleman opening the door for Chloe and such.

The date went well and Chicago was as charming and funny as ever, he even walked Chloe back to her door after driving her home. "I had a great time Chicago" Chloe told him "Me too" Chicago smiled and leant in and kissed Chloe.

Chloe kissed him back briefly before pulling away "Well goodnight, thanks again Chicago" Chloe smiled before letting herself into her house and kicking off her heels. Chloe got undressed for bed and considered the entire date.

She had had a good time, it was fun and the two would make a great couple she mused but couldn't put her finger on why she didn't feel like she thought she would. She just didn't have that spark with him, she didn't feel for him what she'd expected to. What she'd hoped to.

Chloe flopped into bed and considered the problem some more. He was the third guy she'd been on a date with since moving to Florida but she had expected more from him. It was chemistry that she didn't have with him.

For example if she was out with Beca then the conversation would have never ceased. There was always ease between the two girls relationship. She always felt like she could be 100% herself when she hung out with Beca.

Then again that was a friendship, a relationship is something different altogether. If her and Beca had ever been romantically involved maybe she would have felt the same way around her. Almost immediately Chloe dispelled this thought from her head, she knew that she'd always act the same way around Beca no matter what capacity their relationship was.

It was a true conundrum. For some reason Beca was always in her thoughts when dates didn't work out. It was probably because she missed her friend Chloe reasoned. And she did. She missed Beca dearly, it was almost as though her right arm had been chopped off that's how integral Beca was to her life. Chloe sighed before settling into bed for the night.

Chloe woke up to a knock at her door. She got out of bed and opened it to see Chicago dressed in his Prince Charming suit. "What are you doing?" Chloe mumbled "Well I'm your Prince Charming aren't I?" He replied in a voice that wasn't his own. Chloe cocked her head and it took a second or two for her to click onto who's voice it was.

"Beca?" Chloe gasped "Yes m'lady?" Chicago replied still in Becas voice before magically transforming into Beca, still wearing the princely attire. Chloe threw her arms around Beca and hugged her, right before pulling away and looking at Becas grin. She pulled the shorter girl into a searing kiss before abruptly waking up to the sound of her phone ringing.

Chloe sat bolt upright in bed, panting slightly from shock and surprise before shutting off the call from Chicago. Chloe took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Why was this happening? Why was she dreaming about kissing Beca? Why didn't it feel wrong?

She picked her phone up and called Aubrey, 3 rings in she answered "Hey Chloe what's up?" Chloe inhaled deeply "I um... nothing" Chloe didn't know what to say, she was probably just being stupid after all. She didn't actually have feelings for Beca. Or did she? "Chloe what's up?" Aubrey asked again.

"Nothing" Chloe repeated, slightly more convincing than the last time "Don't make me ask again" came Aubrey's stern voice from the other side of the line. Chloe sighed "Well... um... have you ever had a dream about kissing someone that you shouldn't have been kissing?" Chloe managed to get out.

"That I shouldn't have been kissing? Like who? Trump? Ew fuck no!" Aubrey chuckled. "No I mean like a friend" Chloe sighed out "Not really no" Aubrey replied truthfully. "Yeah no me neither" Chloe laughed weakly "Well who was it?" Aubrey questioned her. "No one. It doesn't matter" Chloe added hoping she'd drop it.

No such luck. "Well you have to tell me now" Chloe groaned at this "It was Beca wasn't it?" Aubrey asked. "How... how did you know?" Chloe stuttered "You've always been a bit gay for Beca" Aubrey said nonchalantly. "What? No I haven't!" Chloe squeaked out.

Aubrey laughed at this "You definitely have! All that hand holding and cuddling up during movies and not stopping going on about her and how beautiful she is" Aubrey stated. "I... I'm an affectionate person that's all!" Chloe protested. "I was supposedly your best friend and you weren't that touchy feely with me!" Aubrey argued.

Shit. She was right. Everything was always... different with Beca. A stronger bond. A bit more tender. A deeper love. "Oh my god" Chloe breathed out "And the penny drops" Aubrey deadpanned. "I... I think..." Chloe gulped loudly "I think I love her" she managed to get out.

"I know you do" Aubrey said quietly. "Why... why didn't you ever say something to me?" Chloe questioned her "Its the kind of thing you need to figure out for yourself Chlo" Aubrey said softly. "Yeah I suppose you're right, thanks Bree... I have to go now" Chloe whispered out. "Let me know how it goes!" Aubrey called out before Chloe hung up. Chloe quickly text Beca.

Chloe: Becs we need to talk, call or text me please?

No reply, not that Chloe was expecting one really. She had no idea how else to contact Beca. She didn't know where she lived or worked or anything, all she knew was that she was in New York and working with a record company.

Chloe searched for hours and hours online for Beca until eventually she found her name listed on one of the record companies. Well if Beca wasn't going to talk to her then she was going to have to go and see her.

Chloe rang work up and took a few of her holiday days off and quickly packed a bag. She got a taxi to the airport and booked the first available plane to New York.

Not even 6 hours after waking up from that dream and Chloe was aboard a plane ready to fly her to New York. It was scary. Terrifying really. She was going to see Beca for the first time in such a long time and tell her how she felt about her.

One step at a time though, she knew where Beca worked but not where she lived and the working day would probably be over by the time she arrived. Chloe thought long and hard for a while but eventually decided to just turn up to her work and hope she was there.

The plane ride, although relatively short in duration, seemed to drag on for an eternity. Chloe was getting more nervous by the second and by the time the plane landed she was a ball of nerves. Grabbing her bag she hurried through the airport and hailed a cab to Becas work.

She got there at 6:15 and entered the building hoping that Beca hadn't left yet. The reception desk was empty so Chloe scouted round, unsure of what she was even looking for. "Can I help you?" Chloe wheeled round at the words and was greeted to a perplexed looking woman. "Um hi I know someone who works here, Beca Mitchell and I don't know if she's here or if she's gone home yet"

The woman raised an eyebrow at her "Beca will have left over an hour ago, as soon as it's 5 o'clock she's out of the door" the woman chuckled. "Ah yes that does sound like her" Chloe giggled "You see the thing is is that I don't actually know where she lives..." the woman frowned slightly.

"How well do you know her?" She queried. "Oh very well. We're best friends" Chloe said confidently. "You're best friends but you don't know where she lives?" Chloe laughed nervously. "We went to college together, we lived together and we were co-captains of our college acappella group but she moved here and I moved to Florida. I have pictures, do you want to see them?" Chloe got her phone out "No I believe you" the woman laughed.

"It's a surprise you see, she didn't know I was coming" Chloe explained "I see" the woman nodded "Is there any chance you could help me out? Have you been to her apartment?" Chloe asked hopefully. "Me? No. As far as I'm aware no one in this place has" Chloe's face dropped at this "Well is there any way you could find out where she lives for me?"

The woman chewed her bottom lip contemplatively "I dunno, it's against policy I could get into trouble" she muttered. "Please? Pretty please? You'll be doing me a massive favour and no one will ever find out" the woman thought for a couple of seconds, assessing the situation.

She seemed harmless enough and hopefully a visit from a friend would cheer her moody coworker up. "Wait here I'll be two minutes" she said "Oh my god thank you so much I owe you one big time!" Chloe beamed.

She waited anxiously for the woman's return, when she arrived back she handed Chloe a piece of paper with the address written on it. "Honestly I can't thank you enough for this!" Chloe gushed "It's nothing" Chloe engulfed the woman in a quick hug. "Thanks again!" She said before leaving and hailing another cab.

Before long she was stood outside Becas apartment door. She must have been standing there for a good 15 minutes working up the courage to knock on it. She didn't know what to say.

She almost bottled it, she almost turned around and left for the airport to get a flight home. But she couldn't. She couldn't leave when she was this close to seeing Beca again. Chloe took a deep breath before wrapping her knuckles across the door.

She heard a muffled "Finally" through the door before it was opened. There she was. Becas mouth dropped open at the sight of Chloe in front of her after all these months. Chloe smiled awkwardly "Hey Becs" she whispered.

Beca remained mute and unmoving, she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. Surely this was a dream? Why else would Chloe be stood at her door? Tears welled in Chloe's eyes upon seeing Beca after so long and she could no longer help herself, she hugged the smaller girl tightly.

Beca stood there, almost frozen but engulfed in Chloe’s arms. She breathed in Chloe’s scent that she hadn’t realised she’d missed this much before clearing her throat slightly. Chloe released Beca and took a slight step back “You better come in” Beca managed to get out. Chloe nodded and followed Beca into her apartment.

Chloe looked around the tiny place as she followed Beca to the couch. Beca picked the remote up and turned the TV off before offering Chloe a seat. Chloe sat down but Beca remained on her feet, pacing slightly.

Chloe glanced up at her nervous friend “I missed you” she said sincerely. Beca ran a hand through her hair “I missed you too” she admitted quietly. “Can you sit down so we can talk?” Chloe asked softly, Beca paced a few more times before reluctantly nodding and sitting down next to the redhead.

Beca bounced her leg nervously as she struggled to look at Chloe “Bec can you look at me please?” Chloe almost begged. Becas eyes drifted up to Chloe’s face where Chloe spotted the tears threatening to escape. Chloe exhaled deeply “Why did you shut me out?” Chloe whispered as Beca shook her head.

“You know why” Beca glanced down at the floor again. “No I don’t” Chloe said softly as Beca ran a hand through her hair again. “It was too much. I said too much and I couldn’t take it back” Beca croaked out.

She began to pick at the chipped black nail polish on her fingernails. “Beca I’m so sorry” Chloe began, a stray tear falling from her own eyes “I never wanted you to feel like you had no choice but to cut contact with me. It must have been horrible for you, feeling the way you did. I’m so sorry Becs” Chloe choked out.

Beca glanced back up and her heart broke upon seeing Chloe cry “Please don’t cry Chloe” she pleaded. Chloe dried her eyes and took a deep breath “I just... I missed you so much and I thought I’d lost you forever!” Chloe croaked out.

Beca sniffed “I’m sorry Chloe it’s just... you don’t know what it’s like loving someone who only sees you as a friend. It’s crushing. It almost feels like you can’t breathe any more” Chloe’s heart broke a little bit more knowing she’d caused Beca to feel like this “And I just didn’t know what to do. I thought running away would help but all I do is think about you. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all Chlo” Beca added quickly.

Chloe steadied her nerves and made sure she locked eyes with Beca before continuing. “Beca I don’t want to just be friends with you anymore. I think I love you” Becas mouth dropped open at this “What?” She squeaked out. “I think I love you Beca” Chloe said plainly. “Like love me or love me love me?” Beca asked quickly Chloe smiled at this. “Love you love you” Beca could hardly believe her own ears. “You do?” Chloe nodded as a small smile appeared on Becas lips, widening until it almost engulfed her whole face.

“So... can... can I kiss you?” Beca asked as Chloe nodded vigorously. Beca pulled Chloe in for a kiss that was half-ruined by Becas inability to stop smiling, Chloe however found it absolutely adorable. “Promise you’ll never leave me again?” Chloe asked as she broke away from the kiss “I promise” Beca replied sincerely before leaning in for another kiss.

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