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jackyjango · 3 years

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Part 1- Mouth to Mouth Combat

Pairing: cherik

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Erik's empty stomach grumbles in protest. The digital clock on his monitor displays it's 2:30 PM, but he hasn't had a bite to eat since that morning. An ache has been steadily building in his head that throbs with every pump of blood through his jugular. Three ounces of coffee somehow hasn’t seemed to tame it. He needs something stronger. Something like nicotine.

He's mulling over how he wants to torture Sean for screwing up the third blueprint in a row when his phone begins to ring. Though he's set the ringing volume to the minimum, it draws the attention of his interns. Angel gets up from her seat with an excuse of locating a fallen pen while Sean leans back in his chair pretending to stretch his legs. Even though Alex’s eyes are stuck to the monitor, Erik knows that his ears are pointed in his direction. Utter bastards. At least Darwin is the only one in their lot who has the decency to pretend that he’s minding his own business. Pretend, being the key here.

Erik glares at all of them until they pretend to shrink back to work before picking up the call.

'Hello, aunt Ruth.’ He tries to keep his voice to a whisper, but it comes out as a growl. ‘No aunty, I'm not angry with you for calling. That's absurd- No aunty, I'm just at work. Yes, yes…. - yes aunty. You know I will. Of course, I will. Yes- I'm eating. He knows it too. What? This Saturday? Alright, I'll ask him if he's free. Yes, I'll bring him if he's free. Of course, I will.’

On the other end, aunt Ruth goes on berating Erik’s unhealthy eating habits without giving him a breathing pause while Erik nods and aquices to whatever she says. He’s just about to reassure her the third time that he’s been eating his meals on time when Azazel bursts into life in front of him with a hiss of air which overlaps with whatever Aunt Ruth says next.

Tapping on his watch, Azazel mouths the words: ‘Let's go.’

'Alright, aunt Ruth, I have to go now,’ Erik says, half getting up from his desk. 'Yes, yes. I'll check with him and text you. Love you, too… Bye.’

Pocketing his phone, he turns to glare at his sad-excuse of team members. Like a flock of birds dispersing at a pelted stone, they lung back to staring at the screen and tapping idle keys.

Azazel chuckles beside him as they head out into the roaring Genoshan sun.

The chicken roll they both take from the street vendor manages to vaguely quieten Erik’s stomach. He lights a cigarette after walking a short distance to the smoking zone in front of their office building. Floating the lighter to AZ, Erik sends out a text to Charles.

Hey, Aunt Ruth’s invited us to dinner on Saturday. You free?

The reply comes immediately, which means that Charles is on his free hour.

When am I not free for her cooking? Count me in! :)

While Erik sends aunt Ruth a text to confirm that both he and Charles would be coming for dinner, a second text comes from Charles.

Speaking of dinners, how does pasta sound for today?

Smirking, Erik takes another puff of his cigarette.

Are you cooking? Really?

Hey, my cooking isn’t all that bad. I’m decent. Well… mostly.

They both know that Charles’ cooking doesn’t come anywhere near the decent territory, so Erik doesn’t comment on the decency of Charles’ cooking or bring up the fact that he almost burnt the kitchen on three different occasions. Instead Erik sends out: In that case, A okay for pasta.

Stomaching substandard pasta is a small price to pay for being Charles’ roommate.

I assure you, my friend. You won’t be disappointed, comes Charles’ text followed by a grinning emoji.

The devil that he is, Az peeks into his phone and smirks. 'Taking to your boyfriend, huh?'

Erik rolls his eyes. 'Charles is not my boyfriend, Az. He's my friend, just like you are.'

Az shudders and blows out a cloud of smoke through his nose, the image rendering as the incarnation of Satan himself. 'Please, don't compare me with him.'

Erik supposes Az is right. It'd be grossly unfair to compare someone like Az with someone like Charles.

‘Hey,’ Az says, inhaling another puff of smoke into his lungs, ‘A friend of mine is playing at the pub downtown this Saturday. I’m going out with the boys. Wanna join?’

‘No, I’m going to aunt Ruth’s for dinner. You carry on.’

‘And is Charles going with you?’ Az asks way too innocently for Erik’s liking.

‘Yes.’ Erik agrees begrudgingly.

Az pins him with a look that spells out crystal clearly, see what I mean by boyfriends?

Erik barely restrains the urge to smack Az on the head. ‘He’s a friend and a roommate, Az. Nothing more.’

‘Really?’ Az asks leaning on a pillar, his movements gracefully feline; almost akin to a bored cat toying with a ball of yarn aware of the level of destruction it’s capable of. ‘Is that why you refuse to move out or is it because you prefer to travel twenty five kilometres to work?’

Okay. Erik will agree that travelling almost an hour to work is a bit of a hindrance. But it wasn’t a hindrance two years ago when Erik was looking for a place near the engineering firm he was interning at the time. He’d seen an ad on a communal mutant app asking for someone to share a two bedroom flat with. The man who had posted the ad, Charles Francis Xavier, at the time had been a freshly minted post graduate eyeing the position of a junior lecturer in the Genoshan university with a lease amount to a nice house too hefty to bear on his own.

The house itself was more agreeable to Erik and More importantly to Erik’s meagre stipend.

Charles had declared that he’s gay and a telepath the day they’d met, and that Erik should look elsewhere if he had a problem with either of those. In response, Erik had plucked the pen tucked into Charles’ breast pocket with his powers and had signed his half of the lease agreement.

Erik’s not an easy person to live with (and Az will enthusiastically attest to it). He’s weird and particular and controlling and territorial (And that’s just the first four entries on AZ’s list). He doesn’t know what to attribute it to, but living with Charles for a roommate is …. easy.

His living arrangement with Charles is comfortable. Charles doesn’t have any irritating habits. He isn’t stingy with money or particular with the groceries. He carries out his fair share of cooking and cleaning around the house. They take their turns doing the laundry and the dishes. What talent Charles lacks in cooking, Charles makes up for it in baking (And that’s coming from a man who hates anything with more than two spoons of sugar in it). He isn’t overly dirty or messy. Charles picks up after himself (except when he has finals or is in the middle of a research. The house is a dump zone for his tea mugs and their dining table is a disaster zone for papers during such bouts).

More importantly, Charles respects Erik’s boundaries. He doesn’t poke his nose into Erik’s business or needle Erik for anything he isn't willing to share. It helps that they keep their personal lives separate, too. Whatever flings he has, Charles keeps it outside of their shared home and Erik returns the favour. The only things they argue on are which show to watch on TV or which place to order in from. And all the times they’ve come very close to fighting are nights spent over a chessboard pitching points to and fro, for or against human-mutant relationships and ideologies. Erik would be lying if he said that he didn’t live for such nights.

In little over two years, Charles has become Erik’s best friend. And apart from Az (who’s more of a brother Erik can’t get rid of no matter how hard he tries), Erik doesn’t have many of them. So he doesn’t see why he should give up all of that for a few hours saved in commute to work.

Voicing any or all of it will only encourage Az to needle him more, so Erik shrugs and squashes his spent cigarette with the heel of his boot. ‘Come on, it’s getting late. I still have two blueprints to review before seven.’

Az groans at the mention of blueprints. ‘I have three to finish. God, Shaw will bite my head off my shoulders if I don’t complete it by today.’

With that, they move into the blessed cool of the air conditioned building.

Just before Erik turns on his monitor, a text alerts Erik (and by proxy all of his interns he shares his cubicle with). It’s from Charles and says: Got to get to my classes now. See you at home Erik! :)

See you at home, Erik sends and smiles to himself.

He just hopes Az doesn’t see it.

#cherik #cherik fic #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #roommate au #I’ve wanted to write this for so long now #you guys have no idea #jjcherik

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jae-daddy · 3 years

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im jaebum mini series ft. jinyoung

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pairing: jaebum x reader x jinyoung genre: friends, angst, jealousy plot: you and jaebum have been really great friends. things have been going smoothly because neither of you were in a real relationship, flings? sure, but girlfriends/boyfriends? no. so when Jaebum starts going out with Emma (a bitch), you can’t help but act out <3 a/n: I'm contemplating making this a jinyoung fic lol. hope y’all enjoy. thanks for all the love and support <3

Normally, people have a grand gesture or a classic tale of how they gained their best friend. You knew this because people love the tales of first meets. They love flaunting that badge of “we connected right away” or “I hated you at first, but now I can’t imagine life without you” bullshit and of the titles they give each other.

Okay, so that was a little hypocritical.

You had called Jaebum your best friend, but technically, you had thought it. Thinking it in your head shouldn't count, saying it out loud, on the other hand, should since it's disgustingly cringe.

But it was a fact, he was your best friend. However, there was no interesting story of your first meet or the moment you became friends. It just happened.

One day you went to a party, Jaebum was a friend of a friend. You met again at other parties, exchanged socials. You posted a picture of your now-dead dog, Jaebum replies saying “cute dog, but cats are better.”

You met up for drinks, talked, had fun.

And there, you both were now best friends.

You hated it when people asked for stories. You can’t remember the first moment you met everyone. There is no way anyone could ever possibly walk into a room, look at a random good-looking guy and be like-

“Yup, that’s the one, there’s the man of my dreams,” Emma swooned as she squeezed Jaebum’s hand on the dinner table lovingly. Jaebum glanced at her offering her a smile. His eyes met yours but didn’t stay because he could read your face, and just know that you were having none of this love at first sight bullshit.

“Jaebum told me that he felt the same way when he looked at me too,” Emma added, haughty. Her blue eyes gawked at you, smugly, showing off this apparent love of the century.

You bit your lip to stop the laugh threatening to come out. You turned your gaze away from her to Jaebum who looked away as soon as his eyes met yours. A small chuckle left you, “Did he?”

Sweet Jesus, he was such a fucking liar. The party they met, he was trying to hook up with Sarah from France. He’d only ended up with Emma because Sarah had chosen Jackson over him.

Love at first sight, sure.

“Oh that’s lovely,” the male beside you said. You turned to him, your lips in a thin smile as you gave him the eye.

“I thought I said no talking,” you leaned, whispering into his ears with a smile.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” he chuckled back, pecking your lips.

Ew. PDA.

“You’re so funny,” he smiled at you.

Dickdown 9/10 really needs to stop acting like he is your man. This is not a real date. You had told him that when you told him to come and eat with your friends. You were careful not to use the word ‘date’ and had reminded him all through the car ride.

But it seemed like playing boyfriend was his dream.

“Aww,” the evil witch cooed from the other side of the table. She looked over at Jaebum, who glanced straight across at you. “Aren’t they just adorable babe?”

Jaebum gave her halfhearted snort-smile combo, but Emma ignored him and continued. She looked at Dickdown 9/10 sitting directly across from her and asked, “So how did you both meet?”

“We’re just hooking up,” you cut him off before he could begin. “You asked me to bring someone because apparently seeing me coming here by myself makes you feel so sad. So I have bought someone, a friend-”

“We fuck,” Dickdown objected from beside you.

“A friend who I fuck,” you added, shrugging still looking at her. “Don’t make this more than this is.”

You gave her a beautiful smile.

Bitch.

She smiled, reflecting the same energy back.

“I hope you find a love divine as Jaebum and I did,” she smiled at you.

“I hope I fall in love with a random hook up one day, too,” you smiled back. You held up the beer in your hand, “For falling in love with trivial one night stands.”

“To finding love,” Jaebum gave you a stern look, as he lifted his glass. He turned to Emma placing a kiss on her forehead. “Wherever destiny takes you.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, and you almost threw up in your mouth.

“I liked your toast better,” Dickdown smiled at you, and you saw the image of riding him on top the table flash through your mind.

“You are getting your dick sucked tonight,” you told him through your eyes. You didn’t know if he got the message, but the promise was already made.

Jaebum chortled from across the table. You turned around to face him, quirking your eyebrows at him. Jaebum just snorted as he shook his head.

“See that was fun, wasn’t it?” Jaebum jeered as you stood outside the bar waiting for Dickdown 9/10 to come back with his car. He was being responsible and did not drink; a true gentleman.

“Yeah, so fun! I am absolutely devastated the night has come to an end,” you pouted at him, making him roll his eyes. You shook your head as you faced the front.

“This is going to be the rest of your foreseeable future, you know,” you told him, as you turned to look at him. He stared at you, intently, but you didn't look away. Instead, you peered into his eyes, trying to tell him to snap out of it. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yes, I am okay.” He grinned at you, as your face dropped, disappointed.

You were hoping that would scare him, but he didn’t mind this dull life.

“This is what your fun night looks like now, and statistically, it will only get worse, unless you bring in a third party for fun.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Make it just us two and I’ll make it the perfect fun night.” You smirked back. Your breath quickened as his brooding brown eyes dropped down to your lips. You licked it instinctively.

Jaebum’s eyes met yours, flickering down to your lips once more before he smiled, rolling his eyes as he looked away, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You smiled, innocently. You knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care.

“Stop flirting with me.”

“Such accusations,” you gasped.

You winked.

“My god, you’re such a flirt,” Jaebum laughed, looking out to the road. “This is why Emma worries when we are together. She just doesn’t get that this is a joke.”

What joke? You mean it.

Kinda.

“Emma would be jealous of a coconut tree if you stood too close to it, Jae,” you retorted, making him give you a pointed look. “That girl is loco.”

“You think too badly of her,” he smiled, nudging his shoulder against yours. “Once you get to know her, she’s not bad. You would like her.”

“I’m sure if people spent enough time with anyone, they’d start to like them. It’s probably a minute form of Stockholm syndrome,” you shrugged at him, facing the front. You noticed as Dickdown 9/10 bought the car around. “You couldn’t get away from her, so you decided to like her.”

“You’re crazy,” Jaebum told you, a smile on his lips. He watched as you walked away from him, towards the car. He followed a few steps behind you, “This guy seems like a dick. Who the fuck doesn’t drink at bars?”

“A responsible dick who has to drive me home, and will be rewarded with very nice dominated sexual acts,” you laughed when Jaebum grimaced. “Yeah, he’s a bit of a wanker, but he isn’t too bad.”

“What’s his name?” Jaebum asked. The car stopped a few feet away from you, you turned to face Jaebum with wide eyes. When you didn’t reply he smirked, “You don’t know his name.”

“I do,” you argued.

Fucking shit, you didn’t. He was Dickdown 9/10.

You cursed yourself, you should’ve listened when he introduced himself when you both walked in.

“He’s just a friend, Jae,” you drolled, giving him a shrug.

“I’m just a friend and you know my name.”

“But that’s cause I love you my pumpkin pie,” you gave him mocking smile, as you brought your hand to your heart. “Now, bye.”

“Text me when you get home,” he called out as you opened the passenger seat.

“You too!” You stuck out the window and waved him bye.

“They were nice,” Dickdown 9/10 said as he drove away. You turned over to him, a small smile on your lips.

You reached over undoing his pants.

“And you were a good boy tonight,” you leaned over, kissing his neck, “such a good boy.”

You leaned down, wetting your lips before it wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Was this a bad thing that bad people normal did? Definitely.

You knew that you didn’t need another person’s advice or a search on Google to know that this was a bad idea. Out there in the world of other judging people, you would be called a home-wrecker, a whore or something along those lines of insults.

You would have been affected by those words if you were say, five years younger. But when they were the actual and honest truth, why not take it with grace.

It wasn’t like you were actually going to try to break Jaebum and his lovely bitch of a girlfriend Emma up. You were just going to like him and wait for them to break up, which they will inevitably for sure.

Until then, you just need to relax and chill.

And that started with getting rid of the arm wrapped around your waist so early in the morning.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you lay there with his front pressed against your back.

You should’ve gotten rid of him last night.

But he was so good at dinner, you felt bad telling him to go after he did that and lived up to his nickname, so you let him stay.

Still, it was time to wish him bon voyage.

But you had too. You couldn’t do relationships.

It’s better to end it now before he starts to think this is more.

“Next time just find someone on Tinder,” you thought to yourself as you glared at your reflection. At least if it is a stranger on Tinder you wouldn’t be losing the best dick you got after dinner with your friends. But it was time for all good things to end.

You removed his arms off you and sat up on your bed staring at him. He stirred a bit at first, and then went back to sleep.

You sighed, getting up from your bed. You grabbed a t-shirt lying around that ended on your mid-thigh. You looked around for something, and decided to open the curtains was the most annoying thing you could.

“What?” he groaned, his voice all sexy and sleepy. You turned around with the light streaming in from behind you. It was a wonderful sunny day, and his voice was making you want to get back in there and have good and deserving good-bye sex.

But you stood your ground and folded your arms across your chest, “Time to leave, bud.”

“Wow, no good morning,” he moaned, but got up nonetheless. You grabbed his clothes and handed them to him.

“Thank you for the wonderful times, you were amazing.”

“This sounds like a goodbye,” he snorted putting his shirt over his head.

You looked at him with a sad smile, “This is goodbye, forever.”

“Woah,” he frowned as you gave him his wallet and car keys.

“I think it’s only fair for you to know,” you gave him a supportive smile, “You were a solid nine out of ten. A true gifts from Heaven.”

“Why not a ten?” He asked, and you frowned thinking about it.

“You were great, so I don’t think the missing point is your fault,” you bit your lip contemplating.

“Maybe its cause you’re dead inside?” He smiled like he had done something.

You nodded, agreeing, “That’s probably it. Your dick is missing that one point because it couldn’t bring me back to live.”

“Well,” you kissed his cheek and pushed him out of your room. “Bye-bye.”

You closed your door and patted your back, “That wasn’t bad. That was very good.”

“Where’s your boy toy?” Jaebum asked as he paid the cashier for his coffee.

You frowned, “You’re making me sound like a cougar.”

“And that’s bad?”

“Definitely not, that is goals. But I am still in my twenties. If I was a cougar at this age, that would be illegal.” You told him before turning to the barrister to place your order.

“Hi, how may I help you?” The perky girl said, not looking up from the screen.

“A caramel Frappuccino,” you sang, rolling your tongue.

“God, you’re embarrassing.” Jaebum sighed from beside you.

“Hey-”

“That’ll be 7.50,” she pointed to the EFTPOS machine. You placed your card on it waiting for the beep. You looked up at the girl, getting the receipt, “Thank you.”

“How come you wanted to hang?” You asked Jaebum as you settled on a table towards the back of the cafe.

“Can't I just casually want to have a chat with you?”

“We’ve met three times already this week,” you rolled your eyes at his pout. “And asking me for coffee? That’s a bit formal.”

“Well, it is formal business,” Jaebum placed his intertwined fingers on the table with a proud smile. “I wanted to formally tell you that my book has been approved for a second viewing.”

“Oh my god!” You gasped, your eyes widening. You froze for a second, before chuckling, tears in your eyes. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you. You worked so hard. Oh my gosh-”

“I know,” he clasped your hand in his. He looked into your eyes, his eyes glistening as he gave you a sincere smile. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“All I did was get you drunk,” you breathed, chuckling as you wiped your eyes before the tears ran free.

You were not going to cry in a cafe, no matter how fucking happy you were.

Jaebum just laughed, throwing his head back. He sobered and started explaining how he got told the notified, and what changes they wanted to make to the book.

“They want to change Persephone?” You frowned, she was your favourite.

“They said something about Greek mythology-”

“Duh.”

“And something about it being impressionable to young readers,” he bit his lips.

Before you could say anything, the waitress came with two cups and a piece of chocolate cake. You looked at her, managing to give her a tight smile, “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Jaebum smiled at her, before looking at you. He stared at your frowning face and passed you a spoon. “Here.”

You took it off him and took a bite of the cake.

“I’m not going to let them,” he said after a moment.

You looked up, staring into his eyes as he looked at you with a knowing smile.

“I’ll go to another publisher if I have to, they can’t take her away.”

“Jae,” you sighed, moved by his words. Persephone was your character; the one you had helped build. She was like your child and fictional form at once. “You just saying that is enough. You don’t have to for me-”

“She was is my favourite, y/n,” he held your gaze, and your heart swelled. “It won’t be the same without her. I can’t.”

“It’ll work out,” you patted his hand. You spooned a piece of cake and held it to him. He took the bite, licking his lip as he leaned back into his seat.

“I hope so,” his eyes darted to the doors. He held up a hand as if to grab someone’s attention. You turned to find a very attractive male walking in. Jaebum continued from behind you, “That’s why I invited the editor for a meeting.”

You turned to Jaebum, wide-eyed, “What?!”

“Smile, he’s here.” Jaebum gave you a knowing look. “You helped build her, maybe your views and ideas would persuade him.”

“Hey, Jaebum,” the good-looking editor held out his hand. Jaebum got up shaking it.

“Mr Park,” Jaebum smiled politely.

“Jinyoung is fine,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He was cute.

“This is y/n,” Jaebum gestured towards you. You just smiled, not sure if you should get up too. Jinyoung smiled, nodding, as he seated at the end of the four-sided table. “Have you ordered?”

“Yup, just as I walked in,” his voice was deep and soothing. “Do you want to talk around or get straight down to it?”

“Straight to it,” Jaebum snorted, both of them relaxing into their seats. The waitress placed the drink in front of Jinyoung, a blush blooming on her cheeks as he thanked her with a sweet smile.

You just sat back and watched him.

“I heard you have a problem with my suggestions?” He pulled out a few papers from his suitcase.

What a cunt carrying a suitcase, pretty handsome though.

“Well, that’s only because you want to get rid of arguably the most important character,” Jaebum laughed, but his tone tight.

One hour, a whole hour of going back and forth. You spent a good ten minute on a monologue of exactly why Persephone was a good character, and a great role model for young readers; especially girls.

“But would parents be comfortable with letting their kids read about a female-”

“Who fights, swears and chooses her sexual partners?” You cut him off raising an eyebrow at him. Jinyoung smiled at you, arrogantly, like what you were saying was of no value. “How are her actions any different to the male main character? Xavier does the same if not worse.”

“But parents, Miss-”

“Y/n is fine,” you smiled and continued. “Don’t be a pussy, Jinyoung. Parents don’t read books before giving them to their kids. And this is young adult, not primary school kids.”

You saw Jaebum still as he licked his lips, holding back a smile.

“Parents follow reviews,” Jinyoung’s smile grew as he leaned towards you, “Good parents do, at least.”

Red. You saw red.

“How about a compromise?” Jaebum said, making you both turn towards him. “Persephone stays, but only two partners; the rest stays the same.”

“I could convince the Board with that,” Jinyoung nodded, he glanced at you his lips quirking up. “Feminism sexuality isn’t defined by the number of people someone can sleep with. It’s about owning it. A smaller number but the same attitude will still get the same message across.”

You didn’t say anything.

What he said did make sense.

Shitty cunthead.

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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To Call Forth Love- Chapter 4

So I planned for this chapter and the next to originally be one but as I started writing it, the words kept flowing and oops....now its really long. So I decided to split it. This means that I’m pretty much done with the next chapter so I’ll be able to get it out in a few days! Yay!

Also, Ivar is pretty manipulative in this chapter. Someone made a comment in the last chapter that I want to acknowledge. Going forward this is kind of a theme but I just want to put that warning statement- if this is triggering for you, please read with caution. There is nothing explicit or graphic but its still manipulation.

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Warnings: swearing, manipulation

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius

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Sitting in the office at work, Kari sipped on her smoothie as she plugged in numbers for an inventory order. She had just finished teaching one of her morning classes and was now doing some paperwork for Lydia while on her "lunch break".

She jumped when her phone suddenly buzzed- a text alert. Surprised and curious as to who would be texting her at this time, she unlocked her phone to see the text from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey u busy 2nite?

Kari: who is this?

Unknown: u fav person

Kari: OMG! Ed Sheeran?!

She giggled quietly to herself, returning back to the laptop screen. Normally she ignored any calls or texts from unknown numbers, but it had been a good morning and she was feeling playful. When there was no return text, she shrugged the conversation off and returned to the order. Apparently, the unknown number did not get the reaction they were hoping for or realized they text the wrong person. Either way, she did not care.

A couple minutes later, her phone started to vibrate repeatedly. Looking down, she saw she was getting a call from the unknown number. She hesitated to answer, but by the third ring her curiosity got the better of her and she answered it.

"Hello?"

"FUCKING ED SHEERAN? REALLY?"

She sat there stunned. "Ivar?"

"Of course, it's me. Who the fuck were you expecting?" He asked, angrily.

"How did you get my number?"

He ignored her question, his voice suddenly sounding muffled. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be a second…. damn it. I know!"

"Who is that?"

"My brother.” He scoffed, muttering something unintelligible under his breath, before speaking to her again. “I have to head back into a meeting now."

"Oh, ok?"

"You didn't answer my question."

Her mind was still reeling from the fact that Ivar Lothbrok had her number and was calling her out of the blue. "What question?"

He huffed, exasperation evident in his tone. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Why?"

"I want to take you out."

"Ivar," she sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead, "I told you, I can't."

"Yeah and I don't believe you, so…."

"No. I'm sorry but the answer is still no."

"Fine. I have to go." He snapped then abruptly ended the call.

Slowly, she pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. What just happened? Before she forgot, she added his number to her contacts since she had the distinct feeling this would not be the last time he contacted her. Once done, she set her phone down and dropped her head into her hands.

It had been two days since he drove her home and she said they could be friends. In those two days, this was the first contact they had. She had hoped he grew bored with her since she was not playing his game, that she refused to go out with him. Maybe he finally decided she was not worth his time and moved on? Which was for the best. She could never fit into his world, there was no space for her there. Nor did she want to. She was happy, content with her life.

It was better for her to not allow Ivar into her life. That's what she repeated to herself as she tried to focus on the inventory order.

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"Just put the bags right there, thank you." Kari said, placing the grocery bags, one in each hand, onto the tiled floor. The kitchen in her townhouse was small, two people could barely move around in it without bumping into one another. Thankfully, she did not spend much time in the kitchen. Cooking had never been her forte.

"Do you need anything else? I don't mind staying to help." The dirty-blond haired man asked, setting the two bags he carried down onto the floor. He started to shuffle forward but seemed to think better of it and leaned against the half-wall separating the kitchen from the short hallway.

"Erik, it's fine. If anything, I owe you. You never let me pay for gas money."

He shrugged, and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "It's not a big deal. I needed to shop too."

"Still, it's not fair to you." She turned around from placing the milk in the fridge to look at him.

"If I think of something you can do to repay me, I'll let you know. Deal?"

"Perfect."

"Do you still want a ride to work tomorrow?"

She shut the door and jokingly waved a hand at him. "See! You're too nice."

"I'd be ‘too nice’ if I also showed up with coffee for you."

She laughed, moving some frozen fruit into the freezer. "You're too perfect to not have a girlfriend."

He rubbed the back of his neck, a flush growing on his cheeks and drawing out a boyish smile. "I don't know if I'd say that. I'll let you get to it. I'll meet you outside at nine?"

"Thank you, Erik."

"Of course." He popped his head around the wall to look into the living room. "See you, Alana!"

"Bye, Erik!" The response came from the living room.

Kari continued to put her groceries away as she heard the front door click shut behind him. Somehow, she needed to figure out a way to pay him back.

Erik lived in the townhouse next door alone. When he learned that Kari did not own a car, he offered to give her rides whenever it worked out for both of their schedules. At first, she had been hesitant, still not having lived in the townhouse for long but eventually gave in because he always acted like such a gentleman. Every time he saw her, he made sure to greet her and ask about her day. He always held the door open for her and anybody else close by. A negative word never passed his lips, rather choosing to focus on the positive in life. A routine soon started to form and every two weeks they would meet up outside of their townhouses and go grocery shopping together. When she did not have to work early, he would occasionally give her rides to work since the bank he worked at was only a couple blocks away. That was the extent of their interactions though. She wondered about inviting him over for dinner as to thank him but she always chickened out in asking him. Perhaps that was what she needed to do after all.

Once all her groceries were put away, she headed into the living room, seeing her roommate and friend sitting on the couch with the TV on to the Great British Bake-off but looking down at her phone.

The brunette asked, dropping onto the second couch. "How was work?"

"Good. You?" Alana looked up, her make-up flawless like usual on her delicate features.

"Nothing too exciting."

"You know, if you'd waited two hours I could have taken you to the store."

Kari nodded, fiddling with her diamond stud earring. "I know, but you're so busy with work and school. I know you like relaxing when you come home and Erik said he was free today."

"Did he now?" Alana asked with a smug look.

Kari tossed a throw pillow at her. "Don't start this again."

The blonde caught the pillow, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You know he likes you. He's just too shy to ask you out."

"He's a friend, it's been like seven months, I think if he was going to ask me out, he would have done it by now."

"He. Is. Shy." Alana enunciated, as if talking to a child. She rolled her blue eyes, leaning back against the couch. "Shit, he only started to actually talk to me this summer."

"Cause you are intimidating."

Alana threw the pillow back at Kari. "Bitch, it's cause I radiate sexiness and he can't handle it."

"That is most definitely it."

"Well the guy I hooked up with last weekend said I radiated sexiness."

Kari wrinkled her nose, looking over at her roommate. "I don't want to hear that. It's bad enough when you bring them here."

"You know, it wouldn't be the worst thing for you to actually go out with Erik. He's…. sweet." She quietly stated, eyes back on the TV.

"Yeah."

"I'm fairly sure he'd treat you better than that fucker of ex."

Kari picked invisible lint off her black leggings, apprehensive about where the topic was going. Her love life, and lack of it, was something Alana liked to remind her of frequently as of late. "Honestly, I'm even sure anymore he should count as an ex."

"Well you were supposed to be exclusive, right? And then you find out he's been fucking other girls the whole time. That counts as a shitty ex."

She winced at the reminder of her one attempt at dating. "I don't…. I don't think I'm ready."

The blonde pointed a finger at her roommate without turning her eyes away from the TV. "Well don't wait around forever, you'll miss out."

"Says the woman who hooks up with a different guy almost every other weekend."

"And I'm not missing out!"

Kari laughed. Feeling her phone vibrate, she pulled it out of her pocket and checked it to see a new text from Ivar.

Ivar: hell no, if we r gng 2 see the Northern Lights thn we're gng 2 Iceland or Norway.

She smiled at the text, quickly typing in a reply.

Kari: fine, we'll add that to the list. Can I please put South Africa back on the list?

She fiddled with her diamond stud earrings, looking back at their conversation throughout the day. Just looking at all the texts, she bit her lip to try and contain the smile.

Ivar had texted her in the late morning, asking her out again. To which she just texted back a one-word answer- "no". Apparently undeterred, he ignored her 'no', saying how he wanted to take her to this popular restaurant. Somehow the conversation spiraled into creating overly outrageous "dates" he would take her on, each one more fantastic than the last, with her encouraging and creating her own ideas. Their texting had lasted all day, and she found herself actually looking forward to his responses. Something she never would have expected, especially after how rudely he hung up on her the prior day.

So far her favorite "date" involved him renting out the entire Roman Colosseum in Rome and having a candlelight dinner in the middle of the arena. The most amusing one was when she suggested they go skydiving. He shut down that idea saying they would have to be strapped to instructors and the only man she should ever be strapped to was him.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, alerting her to his response.

Ivar: u r not swimming w/ sharks

She giggled, trying to imagine his facial expression. She actually had no desire to do half of the stuff she suggested but it was funny to get a rise out of him.

Kari: African safari?

"What are you giggling at?" Alana questioned, giving her the side-eye.

The smile dropped from her face. "Nothing."

"That doesn't sound like nothing."

"Just a funny meme." She deflected, getting to her feet. There was no way she could tell Alana she had been texting Ivar all day. "I'm going to shower."

As she headed upstairs to her room, her phone vibrated again.

Ivar: do u jus luv danger?

Kari: I'm talking to you, aren't I?

She headed to her bathroom, turning the shower on and checking the temperature. In a spur of the moment decision, she tossed in a eucalyptus shower bomb.

Just before she jumped in, she looked at her phone one last time to find his response.

Ivar: touche, kitten, touche 😘

*****

The soothing soundtrack of nature played over the speakers in the yoga studio room. A few women were already in the studio with their yoga mats out, either stretching or quietly conversing as they waited. Depending on the day, the ten am morning class could be busy but typically it averaged about fifteen to twenty women.

Kari bent over, touching her palms to the floor. Even though she would not be continuously doing the routine along with those in her class, she still liked to be limber and have her muscles warmed up. This was a beginner class, where she spent a good portion of the time either correcting people's forms or showing how to do a certain pose. A few of her coworkers complained about teaching beginner classes since when the participants walked through the door, you never really knew what level they were at.

Checking the clock hanging over the door, she saw she had five minutes before her class started. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the pull of her muscles. The door to the studio room opened but Kari continued to stretch, shifting to a downward facing dog pose, holding it. She could hear some people moving around but she focused on her breathing.

"Mmm, I could get used to seeing this."

The familiar voice behind her, caused Kari to try and whip around in startled surprise, only to end up crashing onto her ass.

Above her stood Ivar with a devilish smile. "Hello, kitten." He softly said with smolder that instantly made her flush and a tendril of warmth curl in her belly. Standing there in his jeans and red shirt with his hair pulled back in a man bun, it was unfair how striking he looked. Even the braces over his legs did nothing to deter from his attractiveness.

She rose quickly to her feet, wiping her hands over her leggings and peeking at the others in the room. Most were curiously watching their interaction but remained where they were.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, turning her gaze back up to meet his. "How did you find me?"

He rolled his eyes. "You were wearing a Whole Wellness Yoga Studio shirt when I drove you home last week. Plus, hearing from Gyda that you work here…. You're not that hard to find."

That made sense, even if she disliked the logic. "Ok, fine. Why are you here though?"

"I want to take you out tonight."

"Oh gods." She could not believe what she was hearing. The prior day they had spent most of the day texting and sure it was fun, but her answer had not changed. When he had not text her this morning, she assumed that was the last she had heard from him. Apparently, he decided to ask her out in person instead of over the phone like the past two times. "Ivar… No."

"Why? You keep saying you can't but never why."

"It's just…. look, I don't want to date."

He took a step closer, face inches above hers. His voice dropped low, an underlying current of anger in his tone. Those piercing blue eyes challenged her. "You say that but I don't think that's the real reason. So, until you tell me the truth, your 'no' means fucking nothing. Friends tell each other things, right?"

"You know, I don't think we should be friends anymore."

He chuckled, still standing too close for a normal conversation. "Too late. I like you."

"I'm still not going out with you." She placed her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident, hoping desperately he did not hear the wavering in her voice. 'This was for the best, it was best for both of them' she repeated in her mind.

"Fine. I'll wait for you to change your mind." He winked and stepped back. To her horror, she watched as he walked over to the side of the room where she kept her water bottle and light jacket. He grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over before dropping down with his legs in a manspread, that stupid smirk still on his face.

She stomped over to him, whisper-shouting at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting."

"What?"

"I'm not leaving until you agree to go on a date with me."

"You can't...no…. Ivar." She whined.

"I walked all the way here to see you, even though my legs are quite painful today…. you wouldn't kick a cripple out when they just need to rest, would you?" He asked, eyes widened in mock innocence. One of his hands rubbed at his knee in exaggerated fashion as if to prove the discomfort he was in.

She groaned. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." He gloated, then nodded towards the clock. "It's ten o'clock, it's time to start your class, I believe."

Without another word, she moved to the front of the room. She refused to play this game. Her answer was 'no' and no matter what he said or did, her answer would not change. The whole time she could feel his rakish gaze on her, reminding her how tight her leggings and purple tank top were. She tried to focus on her class, smiling at the women she recognized and the ones that she assumed was new. "Let's begin. Everyone start in mountain pose. Take deep breaths, let's center ourselves."

"Kari!"

She looked over at the older woman, Ingrid, who called out. The woman was easily one of Kari's favorites, doting upon those who worked at the yoga studio, and becoming the unofficial grandmother of them. Ingrid had been coming to the yoga studio for years but was forced to only take beginner level classes after a bad fall the prior year. She loudly complained about her doctor being an idiot and how she felt fine, but Lydia refused to let her attend any other class than beginner classes until otherwise said by her doctor.

"Yes?"

Ingrid's hazel eyes twinkled with mischief from the front row where she stood. "You planning on introducing that handsome young man you've got over there?"

"No, we are going to ignore his presence. He's going to be leaving soon." Kari flatly stated with a polite smile.

"Hi! I'm Ivar!" He announced with a charming smile, his bright blue eyes alluring under the dim lights. Giving a little wave with his fingers, he continued, "I hope my presence doesn't bother all you lovely women, I just came to see my girlfriend and ask her on a date tonight."

A chorus of "awwwws" filled the room.

Kari wanted nothing more than to bang her head against a wall. Or preferably, Ivar's head. She could not believe the audacity of him.

"Where are you taking her?" One of the newer women asked in a flirty tone, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize her ample chest.

Ivar barely glanced at her, keeping his focus on Kari. "It's a surprise. I wanted to do something special."

"Young man, if I were a few years younger, I would fight Kari here so you could take me on a date." Ingrid said with a laugh.

"I would be honored to take a lovely woman like you on a date." He sent a playful wink to Ingrid.

"Alright, let's get back to yoga." Kari tried to redirect the attention. Annoyed and upset did not even begin to describe how she felt.

"Well it was lovely to meet you, young man. Kari should have told us her boyfriend was so handsome. We might have convinced her to bring you in sooner for some eye candy." Ingrid teased.

"He's not my boyfriend." Kari retorted, shooting a glare at the smug raven-haired man.

"And that is why I'm trying to take her on a date." He placed a hand dramatically over his heart, eyes staring at her beseechingly. "Just for her to give me a chance."

"Get her some tulips. Those are her favorite flowers." Karina called out from the back of the room.

"Can't go wrong with chocolate!"

"Oh! Read her a sonnet and dance under the stars together!"

"This is so romantic…. like something out of a movie." Someone loudly whispered, making a few others laugh.

Kari dropped her chin to her chest. Tears welled in her eyes. She knew those in the class meant well, that they were really just trying to help. But they were helping the wrong person. Why would Ivar not leave her alone? She told him 'no' multiple times, that should have been enough. Her tolerance for his behavior was waning rapidly and honesty she was not sure if she would fight back…. or surrender.

The chair scratched faintly on the floor followed by his footsteps landing audibly as he crossed the room to reach her. She refused to lift her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Not just to pretend she could not feel him standing so close to her, but to try and hide the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Kari." He whispered, the sound a caress of her name.

Still she did not move.

Gently, he tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb wiped away the evidence of her tear. It was those captivating eyes, the ones that could both scorch everything in view but also send flames of desire dancing across her skin, that met hers. To her surprise, there was a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability, that was reminiscent of the few times they were alone. As if with just her, for a brief moment, he let his guard down and she could glimpse the real Ivar.

"Go out with me." He murmured faintly, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Standing in front of her, his broad back to the class gave them a semblance of privacy. "Please."

"Why can't you let this go?" She begged quietly, staring up at him.

"I told you, I'm persistent." He smiled, almost shyly.

In his words, it felt like there was such a depth to them she was unaware of. That he was confessing something to her in which she did not have the key to fully understand.

She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment before looking at him again. "Fine. I'll go…. But it's only as friends, ok? This isn't…. Romantic. Just…. Just friends."

"Sure, just friends." He leaned forward and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her cheek. "I'll pick you up at seven."

She nodded, feeling torn apart inside.

After a lingering look that breathed a flame into her belly, he spun on his heel to face the women. "She said yes!"

A few cheers and clapping reverberated in the small yoga studio room.

"I graciously thank you all for your sound advice and encouragement with helping me to woo the beautiful Kari. Wish me luck as I plan to thoroughly spoil her tonight." Ivar dramatically bowed, shooting a quick wink at Kari as she watched him.

She desperately tried to fight the small smile off her lips. No one could say that Ivar was not charming or charismatic when it suited him.

As he finally made his way to the door, he turned around just before pushing it open. "Wear something nice." He said, pointing a finger at Kari and then walked out like a dream where one cannot decide if it was a nightmare or not.

The brunette ran a hand down her face before shoving aside her emotions and plastering a customer smile on. "I'm so sorry about all of this. Let's get back to it. I promise it won't happen again, ladies."

"Kari, dear, you have fun with that boy tonight." Ingrid spoke up, eyes darting to the now closed door and back to the yoga instructor. "And if you don't want him, let me know. I'd still jump on him in a heartbeat. That boy has the prettiest eyes, I swear."

A few sounds of agreement echoed in the room.

Kari could not stop her smile from turning genuine at Ingrid. No matter the situation, the feisty, older woman always knew how to make her laugh. "I promise I'll let you know. Now, back to mountain pose please."

Silently, she hoped tonight was not a mistake.

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♫ pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

♫ genre: college/university student!au, slice-of-life, crack, fluff

♫ word count: 3.8k

♫ warnings: Nil of note!

♫ summary: Let’s just say that Minho playing hard to get is not a good combination.

♫ a/n: The third addition to my Christmas oneshots! This is a slight continuation from my Felix oneshot. Written on three hours of sleep, so I hope it’s at least satisfactory ;-;. Enjoy!

♫ skz christmas oneshots: 1 |2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

“Playing hard to get is the best way to gain their affections,” Jisung advised his older friend, Minho, sipping at his iced Americano. “Yah, who are you to give love advice. You haven’t dated anyone.” Another boy, Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes at Jisung, “Hyung, I just think you need to be honest about your feelings.” Hyunjin nodded at Minho, leaning back in his chair. “No, no. They need to know he’s flirting with them - drop some pick-up lines, write them a song, be as cliche as possible. People like that. My mum said that my dad fell for her using this method of romancing.” Another one of Minho’s friends, Changbin, attempted to convince him. “You’ll scare them off if you tell them your feelings straight off the bat. Be cool and cold - it’ll pique their interest. Only then can you be all touchy-feely with your emotions.” Jisung countered, dismissing the other boys’ advice. Minho had called the boys for an ‘emergency’ meeting at the local cafe, luring them over by paying for their food in exchange for ways to confess his feelings to the person he admired. “Are you sure playing hard to get will work?” Minho raised his eyebrows at Jisung, contemplative. “Almost 100% sure, hyung! You won’t regret doing it. Y/N’s gonna love you.” Jisung beamed reassuringly. “By almost 100%, you mean like 30%. This isn’t a drama. Y/N literally only knows you in a school setting. How did you meet again? Oh yeah, you’re both accounting majors. Don’t you think it’ll be weird if you abruptly change your demeanour towards them?” Hyunjin questioned as Minho dismissed him, “It’ll be fine. Just you wait. Everything will sort itself out way before the holidays.” “Your call, hyung...” Hyunjin said, tone doubtful. “Seriously? Is no one going to listen to my advice?” Changbin said, incredulous. Jisung patted his back, “Just quit while you’re ahead, Changbin hyung.”

“Y/N and Minho, you’ll be partnered together for this assignment. Remember, it’s due on the 20th.” Your professor handed the two of you an assignment sheet as you exited the lecture theatre. “So... Minho, do you want to catch up later to work on the assignment?” You asked as the two of you walked through the courtyard. “Oh! Y/N, of cour—.” He cleared his throat, lifting his head high, “I mean. Sure, I’ll have to check my busy schedule and get back to you.” Is he trying to be pretentious or something? Forcing a bright smile, you patted his shoulder, “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow in class. Bye!” You shook your head, sighing as you walked away. Why can’t you just be cool, Y/N?

[21:38] (Y/N) hey, i was wondering if you wanted to meet at the cafe closest to uni for our assignment? [21:56] (Y/N) or... not?? i know you saw this message, minho... it’s not like it accounts for 30% of our GRADE and yk it would be nice if we could work on it and do well in it. just a suggestion though. it’s your call. “Hyung, you can’t say that! Seriously, this is the sixth revisit we’ve made to this text. Isn’t your whole brand just ‘playing it cool?’” Jisung snatched the phone off Minho, sighing as he settled next to Hyunjin on the couch, typing away. As soon as you sent the message, the whole dorm was in a flurry - Minho grabbing his phone as quick as he could to type out a reply whilst Hyunjin and Jisung (mostly Jisung) workshopped his texts “I don’t understand why he can’t just be himself. Haven’t you seen literally any movies? This’ll backfire majorly.” Hyunjin sighed, exasperated. “Hyunjin, do you want to be put in the air fryer for twenty minutes at 180 degrees?” Minho raised his eyebrow at the taller boy, daringly. Hyunjin sighed defeatedly,

“No, hyung.” “Good. How are you going with the text, Jisung?” Minho clapped his hands, spinning his desk chair to face Jisung. “Okay. How about you just... don’t reply and show up tomorrow?” Jisung said, his tone as if he had said the most enlightening statement in the world. Hyunjin scoffed, “There’s a difference between playing hard to get and just being plain rude.” “Well, I don’t see you suggesting anything.” Jisung defended. “Because this whole idea of workshopping Minho hyung’s texts and getting him to play hard to get is stupid. Why can’t you just be nice to Y/N and respond properly?” Hyunjin said exasperatedly. “I’ll just say ‘sure. i’ll meet you at 12.’ and be done with it.” Minho said, ignoring Hyunjin and looking at Jisung for approval. “Make sure that when you meet up with Y/N you maintain your cool demeanour. Actually... maybe we should tag along. It’s not that we don’t trust you, hyung,” Jisung hurriedly explained, “it’s just that... we don’t trust you.” “And that it’ll probably be entertaining!” Hyunjin added, smirking slightly. “Alright, you guys can come. Only because you’ll see how much I’ll crush this. Just make sure that you’re not in their line of sight.” Minho said, smug, shrugging his shoulders. “Five dollars, he doesn’t crush it,” Hyunjin said, watching the older boy exit the room. “Deal.” Jisung slapped Hyunjin’s hand.

You sighed, looking down at the time on your laptop. 20 minutes late... really? Does he think that this whole assignment is a joke? “Hi! I was wondering if you wanted to order anything?” A man with a dimpled smile approached you, holding out a notepad. “Oh! Yes. Um, I’ll have a chocolate th-“ “We’ll both have a chocolate thick shake, Chan.” You turned around, looking for the person that interrupted you, your eyes landing on Minho approaching your table. “Uh- okay! I’ll have your orders ready in a bit.” Chan gave the two of you a small smile as Minho sat opposite you. “So... I don’t really mean to pry into your personal life but is there a reason why you’re so late?” You asked tentatively, looking over at Minho as he distracted himself with his laptop. A long silence pursued as you fidgeted with a stray thread on your jeans. “Okay... you’re just not going to answer my question? That’s cool. That’s fine.” You looked at him, astonished by his coolness. You coughed, directing your attention back to your assignment. After a good thirty or so minutes of working solidly (and in forced silence), you leaned back against your chair, looking quizzically at the man in front of you. Dressed simply in a pastel cardigan, eyebrows scrunched from focusing so hard as he typed away furiously at the keyboard, occasionally nudging up the cat-eye glasses that decided to slide down his nose. Biting his lip in thorough concentration, he ran a hand through his glossy brown hair.

It kind of reminds me of really rich chocolate? Chocolate is nice. I like chocolate. Wait. What am I doing? I don’t like Lee Minho. You like Lee Minho, not me. Your gaze wandered, eyes matching his slightly concerned dark brown ones. You looked away, heat radiating from your cheeks. Clearing your throat you stared hard at the table, “So... have you figured out what format you want to present the assignment in?” Minho opened his mouth to speak, only to close it a second later, contemplative. “Well... we should probably assign roles, right? Seeing as both of us have just done preliminary research. If you want, you can do the write-up and I can focus on making it presentable and in a speech format...” You suggested. Silence. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, “Okay, seriously? Can you stop being a jerk for like one second and actually cooperate with me to get this assignment done? You haven’t spoken to me this entire time!” You exclaimed, exasperated. Minho’s eyes shifted from softened and sorry to a blank expression. “I’ll only talk to you if you...” He stopped, frantically looking around and stopping short of the flyers on the notice board, “Participate in the university’s Christmas art contest and beat me!” He pointed at a random flyer on the wall, describing the details for the event. “Seriously? That’s what it’ll take for you to talk to me?? Why can’t you just talk to me without doing all that?” You said, incredulous. Minho raised his eyebrows expectantly at you. “Fine...” You threw your hands up in defeat. “Perfect. And hey, may the best artist win.” Minho smirked, shaking your hand.

“You did not crush it,” Hyunjin said bluntly, laughing as Jisung reluctantly gave him what he owed. All three of them had congregated back at the dorm, brainstorming their next course of action. “I don’t know how you’re going to beat her, hyung.” Jisung sighed. “Excuse you, I can do art!” Minho defended. “Um. Hyung. There’s a reason why we aren’t majoring in art.” Hyunjin stated. “Well, then. What are we going to do?” Minho rubbed his face wearily. “Does it matter if you compete in this? You did say to Y/N that you’d talk to her if she beat you and there’s high chance of that happening, seeing your portfolio. Or, you know, you could just drop all of this and talk to them normally.” Hyunjin reasoned. “We’re in too deep for you to back down now, hyung. If you want to impress them, I think your best option is... taking up the art lessons that the art department are providing.” Jisung pushed, dismissing Hyunjin’s voice of reason for the five hundredth time. “Art lessons? I don’t need those.” Minho scrunched his nose in disgust. “Oh trust me hyung, you do.”

Sighing, you opened the door to the art workshop,

Why has my life come to this? Wait. Why do I even care so much for him to talk to me? It’s not like I... like him. That’s ridiculous. I could just do the entire assignment yourself and never speak to him again. I should leave. Art lessons. You’re really going above and bey— “What are you doing here?” You stopped short of entering the room, staring straight ahead at the man in front of you. In your direct line of vision was... Minho... making a newspaper crown with the word “VICTORY” taped onto it. You shook your head, trying to clear him and your thoughts. Putting on a fake smile, you sat beside him, “Sorry for being so rude. I was just... surprised to see you here. You must be really sure that you’re going to win!” You chuckled awkwardly. Before Minho could reply, a voice rang out across the room, diverting your attention, “Alright! Welcome to the annual art workshop. We’ll be focusing on pottery and sculpting these next two weeks, so...”

Well into the lesson, you and Minho were finally handed your clay and given free rein to do whatever, “So, do you know how you’re planning on presenting the assignment?” “We shouldn’t talk about the assignment here,” Minho said, staring at his clay. “Okay well, where else can we talk about it? You don’t want to talk to me outside of this place and you even made me participate in this stupid competition even though I physically cannot do art.” You exploded, exasperated. You sighed at his lack of reaction, grabbing your stuff and placing yourself on the opposite side of the room. You glared at him, Fine, Lee Minho. We’ll do it your way... for now.

“They can’t do art!” Minho grinned, dancing around the dorm room. “Wait, that’s great!” Jisung exclaimed, high-fiving Minho. “That’s not good, though— if they’re worse than you then you’ll never be able to talk to them,” Hyunjin stated, seemingly confused at the others’ ignorance, voice drowned out by their gleeful celebration. “Well if they’re so bad- that’s gotta be good, right? How- how’s the art going?” Jisung asked. “Uh-“ Minho averted his eyes, “really well.” “You learnt a lot?” Jisung asked, not too dissimilar from a parent asking their child how their day was at school. “Yeah, it was really... inspiring. I felt like Leonardo DiCaprio.” Minho said proudly. Hyunjin scoffed, “Don’t you mean Leonardo Da Vinci?” “Ugh, this guy- plebeian. He pretends that he knows art,” Minho scoffed, laughing with Jisung at Hyunjin, “No, I mean Leonardo DiCaprio.” “Come on man, when it comes to art, Minho knows best. After all, I’ve paid over $100 for his lessons.” Jisung placed his pityingly on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “A good investment. I won’t let you down!” Minho said smugly, nodding his head. “When all this backfires on you, don’t come crying back to me.” Hyunjin threw up his hands defeatedly, walking out of the room.

I can’t believe Lee Minho. I can’t believe he didn’t do this assignment. I can’t believe he’s pushing all this work onto me! He has enough time to do freaking art classes for an art competition, but not to spare two words to work on the group assignment. Group, being the keyword!! It’s probably because he thinks he’s soooo handsome. Wait. Not handsome! He’s not handsome- he’s ugly. Wait. Not ugly. I like his hair. Oh, and the way his eyes sparkle when he smiles. Oh, and don’t get me started on his build. Who wouldn’t be jealous of his jawline? ...Ewwww. What am I thinking? Lee Minho, I hate you for infiltrating my thoughts. You are a horrible Scrooge that refuses to do this assignment and I refuse to give you the time of day by thinking about you. Not that that would matter anyway with how you ignore me. Staring at your phone for the fiftieth time, you looked at all the unread messages you had sent Minho regarding the assignment. You were genuinely concerned with how he thought he was going to pass this course if he wasn’t going to do any work. Not that it matters - once this was over, you would go your separate ways. Sighing, you turned back to your laptop, pulling up a PowerPoint since he who shall not be named decided he was too good to work on the assignment. I better get a good grade on this or God so help me and Minho when I murder him.

“So, Y/N, how are you going with your project? That looks so... interesting!” Your art lecturer stopped, staring at your attempt to sculpt a snowman. “Please. I know it’s trash but don’t tell Minho. Apparently, I need to beat him at this art contest to speak with him.” You rolled your eyes, staring at the boy across the room, as he stared down his clay on the pottery plate. “Oh? Sounds like he’s playing hard to get!” The lecturer laughed. “Hard to get? No. He’s just being rude.” You scoffed. “That’s how I won over my husband! Trust me, it works. Make sure you contact me when you guys get married.” Your art lecturer teased, walking away. ...what? He can’t be playing hard to get... he’s just being rude, right? No one would go to such extremes if they were playing hard to get. He’s probably just pranking me for his friends. Gosh, guys are such jerks (not really, I love some of y’all). Anyway, focus Y/N. You need to beat him to talk to him about the assignment. A commotion at the door shook you out of your internal monologuing, as you observed a guy with orangey hair alongside his friend (or lover, I can’t tell) come and harass him about making them a... life-sized present?? “...you’re an art major right? This’ll be right in your ballpark.” The boy clapped Minho on the back before leaving, their friend/lover hot on their heels. “But I’m an accounting major.” Minho sighed, putting his head in his hands. Wow. Sad backstory. His friends don’t even care about what he does. Whatever, I don’t pity him or anything. Then again, I could help him, allowing us more time to work on our assignment together... Steeling yourself, you tentatively approached a stressed Minho, “I may or may not have overheard your conversation with your friend. Are you okay? Do you need help?” “Really? You’d do that for me?” He asked genuinely before clearing his throat, “I mean. That’d be cool. We can do it at my dorm.” You gave him a small smile,

“Okay. Oh! And while we’re at it, we should discuss the project.” You grabbed your stuff before rushing after a speedy Minho.

“Hey, Minho hyung. How’d it go with— oh! Hi, you must be Y/N. I’m Hyunjin. Minho’s talked about you a lot.” Hyunjin smiled, welcoming you into the dorm. Another boy cleared his throat, staring pointedly at Hyunjin, “Uh- no he hasn’t. We don’t know anything about you, Y/N. And Hyunjin, don’t you have an end of year formal to plan?” The other boy said, eyes wide and pointedly staring at him and the door. “Um... okay.” You stared at them wildly until Minho dragged you to his room. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N!” Hyunjin called out.

“So, I have a cardboard box from the computer set up Jisung bought for his studio. All we need to do is wrap it.” “Okay, let’s do that.” You grabbed the wrapping off the table before wrapping the box mindlessly. “Don’t do that! It won’t look aesthetically pleasing.” Minho leaned over, delicately plucking the roll off you, your heart beating fast as your fingers grazed against each other. Get a grip, Y/N. “Seriously? Aesthetically pleasing? If you put half the effort you’re putting in your art project and this into your assignment that is due tomorrow. We’d top the class.” You said, exasperated. Minho froze, looking at you like a deer in headlights, “It’s due tomorrow?” He asked incredulously. “Didn’t you see any of my texts?” You asked, equally as incredulous. “I kinda... blocked you?” Minho rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Oh my— you really— I— wow. Minho. Good luck with this. I can’t believe you! You are so- so... irritating!” You sighed, done with him. “...wait so, are you leaving?” He asked tentatively. “No! Because I’m a decent human being and I’ll feel guilty since I already said I’d help you.” You said, angrily grabbing taping the wrapping paper to the box. “Wait! Don’t do it that way.” “I think we’re way past the point of you telling me what to do, Lee.”

“That’s an interesting snowman.” Minho sauntered up to your display, his artwork— apparently, not his sculpture but a now ruined life-sized present, as you waited for the judges to approach you, not too dissimilar from a kid at a science fair awaiting their judgement. “Oh. So you’re going to talk to me now? I’m sorry; the results aren’t out yet. I haven’t beaten you yet.” You turned away from him. “Wait—“ “Ah, hello number 34 - Y/N? Explain to us what we have here.” A judge approached, looking at your ‘snowman’. “Here we have a snowman. Although it looks... unique, it represents the fact that as an individual snowflake, every soul is unique. Not all snowmen look the same— some have big carrot noses, some have miniature heads, some aren’t even made of snow, and are made of clay that has somehow collapsed in on itself. It is basically a metaphor representing how our society functions.” You explained quickly, making things up as you go as Minho stared at you, bewildered. “Wow, that was so powerful. Thank you, Y/N. Now onto you, young man. What do we have here?” “Um- well. It’s a life-sized present. It’s slightly ruined because it was just used by someone to proclaim their love of someone else’s pick up lines?” Minho raised his eyebrows, confused by his own experience. “Wow. This is— wow. I love it. Everyone! I think we have a winner here.” The judge called everyone’s attention over. “No, no! I refuse to win!” Minho said worriedly. “Oh, you’re just being humble.” The judge smiled patronisingly. “No! I’m serious because if I win, I’ll never be able to speak to the person that I like because I was stupid enough to think I could play hard to get.” Minho exploded, an awkward silence pursuing as the crowd slowly backed away, as the judge quickly placing a first place ribbon on before scurrying back. As the crowd dispersed, people talking amongst themselves as they had done before, Minho cleared his throat, stepping towards you, “Y/N—“ “I guess this is it, then. You know, I finished the assignment for you, by the way. It was submitted last night.” You forced a smile, looking away from the man in front of you. “Wait what? I already handed in the assignment as well. Last night I finished it all.” Minho said, confused. “No! You did it last minute so I don’t trust your submission but now our professor is going to be so confused. One of us has to take down the submission.” You blurted out, panicked. “Well... why don’t we go to the University cafe and read over each other’s to decide which one’s better. As well as that, you can tell me more about yourself, personally.” Minho proposed tentatively. You sighed,

“One problem. I can’t and shouldn’t be talking to you.” You said, raising your eyebrows at him. “Okay, I know I suck at playing hard to get. Like really really suck. But now I know not to follow Jisung’s love advice. Truth is, you really intimidated me. I was nervous that if I acted like myself and confessed to you normally, I would make a fool out of myself and you wouldn’t like me back.” Minho explained. “You- you’re an idiot.” Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his before quickly pulling away. “I think. You playing hard to get did work.” You said quietly, a small smile on your face. “Wait, so you like me too?” He said quickly, incredulous. “Lee Minho, you infiltrate my thoughts nearly every second of the day and I used to resent you for that. Although, I don’t really think it was resentment. I like you, Minho. I like you a lot... especially your hair?” You said quickly. He smiled, pulling you in for another kiss, this time longer, your heart soaring, as you pulled back, intertwining your fingers with his. “As much as I enjoy doing this, we should probably get back to the cafe and fix our assignment.” You said, leading him towards the exit. “Oh, yeah! I forgot about that.” He commented sheepishly. “You’re lucky you have me, then.”

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violetarks · 4 years

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Just A Game: It's Your Emo Boy

Anime: My Hero Academia (SMAU)

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

"Eiji!" Y/N shouted out as she jogged out of her room, "Have you seen my black shoes? The one with the—the little bunny on the heel side?"

She walked into his room, seeing Kirishima shake his head as he stood up from his desk chair. "Sorry, Y/N, I haven't. Last time I saw them, Bakugou was yelling at you to put them away since they were just in front of the door." He claimed.

Y/N huffed, nodding her head.

Living with Bakugou and Kirishima was great actually. Bakugou knew how to cook and cleam well, Kirishima was great at organising dates and lifting the mood and Y/N... she fit in just right.

She was a little of both. Consulting in Kirishima about upcoming events and how to manage them. Helping Bakugou in the kitchen as a little helper, as if he'd ever let her be in charge. She was able to keep peace in the house, like how Kirishima did.

Y/N ran downstairs, grabbing her bag and jumping off the third last step. She ran around the corner to see Bakugou with his arms crossed, glaring at Shinso. He looked displeased with him. For some reason.

Shinso looked away, an uncomfortable look on his face. But his eyes landed on Y/N and his brows raised a little.

"Thanks, Katsuki!" She called, rushing towards them and standing in between, "Have you seen my—"

"Here." He scoffed, tossing her the shoes.

She gasped, "Hey, I was asking you if you saw them! Why didn't you tell me?" She quickly slipped them on as Bakugou continued to glare at Shinso.

Bakugou only held the shoes captive to gain more time to evaluate Shinso. He was dressed fine and stuff, but ever since last time, Bakugou became more careful.

"Alright, see you at 6:30, Katsuki." She said, pushing Shinso out of the house, "Bye Eiji! Make sure to feed Daisuke at dinner too!"

Kirishima comes bouncing down the stairs, waving at Y/N and Shinso. "Okay! Have fun!" He calls back.

"Who's Daisuke?" Shinso questioned as Y/N grabbed her keys and Bakugou walked off.

"Oh, my cat." She replied, kneeling down to the floor as the said pet comes towards her, "He's the one in my Twitter profile picture. Isn't he cute?"

Y/N picked up Daisuke, the cat meowing and resting in her arms. Shinso felt his heart beat faster. "He's adorable."

"Yes he is. Aren't you, Dai-chan?" Y/N giggled, letting Shinso pet Daisuke and hearing his purr lowly, "So, should we get going?"

Shinso shook himself out of his cat-adorning thoughts and nodded his head.

At the shops, the two of them were going around and buying all the things they needed. Shinso would laugh at the jokes she made, and Y/N would cry inside at his cute giggle. A few times, someone would recognise them and ask for a photo or autograph.

Right now, someone was saying how Y/N's collab with WatchTetsutetsu was so funny and they hoped she did it again. Y/N lifted her shoulders and went along with it.

Meanwhile, Shinso was paying for the half of the groceries he was buying. Y/N had finished her own and took photos with her fan. At one point, the fan pointed to Shinso, making Y/N shake her head and hands frantically. Shinso wondered what they were talking about.

He approached her with the cart in hand. Y/N saw him and quickly waved her hands to the fan. "Anyway, I have to go now. But it was great meeting you." She said sweetly as the fan walks off with a big grin.

Shinso peered down at her. Y/N looked back up at him. "We should get going now. I have to drop you off by 5:45 or else Bakugou will come for my ass." He stated, already pushing the shopping cart to the exit of the market.

Y/N quickly followed behind, tilting her head. "Did Bakugou threaten you at the door or something?" She questioned with a low tone. She already knew the answer to this one.

"Of course he did." Shinso told her, shaking his head, "But I had to remind him that this was a grocery shopping spree. Not some date."

Y/N nodded her head, sipping her drink for a moment. "Right."

A few moments later, they were in the parking lot.

"It seems like a lot of people can recognise you easily, huh?" Shinso said, pushing the shopping cart towards his car.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders with both her drink and Shinso's in her hands. "I guess. I mean, I'm not a masked streamer at all." She stated, handing Shinso his drink as she sipped hers, "And a lot of them recognised your face, Shinso."

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, heh." He joked, unlocking his car boot.

Y/N helped put the shopping in his boot and chuckles back, "Who wouldn't want to see your face, Shinso?"

It took him a while to process what she had said. And then he glances at her. "You really think so?" He asked as she heaved the last bag into the boot.

"Um..." Y/N cleared her throat, face feeling warmer. Luckily, Shinso couldn't tell. "Well, yeah... You are pretty attractive, Shinso..."

He closed the boot, smiling to himself before moving towards the driver's seat. "Thanks. You are too, Y/N." He complimented, heading into the car.

Y/N gulped for a moment before getting into the passengers seat. "Thank you."

At home, Y/N opened the door to see Bakugou and Kirishima in the living room, watching some war movie. They peered over to her, Kirishima waving and Bakugou taking a drink from his beer. "I'm home!" Y/N called out, immediately hearing the patting against the wooden floor.

She gasped, kneeling down as Shinso closed the door behind him, "Dai-chan! Awe, I missed you so much!"

She then helped Shinso put her groceries on the kitchen bench. Daisuke followed behind them, jumping onto the couch Kirishima and Bakugou were on and laying on the armrest beside Kirishima, who pat him softly. "I got your spices, Katsuki, the ones you like." Y/N spoke, pulling the things out.

Shinso helped, asking her where to put everything. Y/N then put away the bags she used, thanking Shinso for the help. She then bounced towards the boys, leaning over the couch space in between their shoulders.

"Look what I got!" She giggled, Shinso standing a few feet away from her, petting Daisuke too. He smiled at the cat. "Shinso took me to this electronics shop with video games and I got the newest Spider-Man game! The one with Miles Morales!"

Kirishima took the case into his hands. "Damn, I didn't know this was out yet!" He exclaimed, turning around to her, "Can I play this too?"

"Of course, Eiji!" She responds, ruffling his downed hair, "You have a separate account on my console, remember? Both you and Katsuki, but he's boring and doesn't play anything other than gorey shooter games."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Because nothing can beat them, dumbass." He retorts.

Y/N stands up, looking towards Shinso. He turned back to her, sheepishly pulling away from Daisuke. "Thanks for today, Shinso, it was fun." She said walking him to the door.

"Yeah, we should do this again." He said, unconsciously at that. He was already at the door, turning around to her. He was met with Y/N smiling softly.

She tilted her head. "That'd be nice. I don't mind going on another grocery run with you." She stated, hands behind her back.

Shinso sighed out, nodding his head, "Oh, right. So, I should get going, before the ice cream melts." He turned around, already heading to his car.

Y/N waved at him. "See you on Sunday, Shinso!" She shouted out.

"On Sunday!" He said back, smirking as he opening his car door.

Y/N headed back inside, heading upstairs to change. After a few moments, she came back downstairs and took out her drink she saved in the fridge. Kirishima moved to the side to let Y/N sit in between them, Diasuke crawling his way to her lap.

"So, what's on?" She questioned, only for Kirishima to start texting on his phone.

Fun Fact: Y/N's cat, Daisuke, was a gift from Kaminari once she hit 500k followers. The reason she calls him 'Daisuke' is because it means 'great help', since the first week of owning him (when the cat was nameless) Y/N would be woken up by Daisuke before Bakugou could barge into her room, or scratch at her pants when someone was at the door and she had her headphones on. Daisuke lived up to his name. And Y/N calls him 'Dai-chan' (great) because she thinks the cat is just that.

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themonotonysyndrome · 4 years

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Our Intertwine Dream

Another oneshot about Papa Lilia and Malleus with their human teenage son, Silver! I think I’m gonna turn this and the previous oneshot into a series while I’m still having fun writing ‘em and yeah, even if it’s a little late, I wanted to do something to celebrate Silver’s birthday.

“Such a fair and gentle child you are. Quiet too.”

“...”

“My, my what a big yawn that was! Is it nap time already?”

“...”

“...How curious.”

“There you are, grandmother. Lilia said that it’s Silver’s feeding time now.”

“Oh dear. The little one went out like a candle’s flame. Poor thing must be tired from playing.”

“Silver just woke up three hours ago.”

“Is that so? Say, Malleus dear, how about you and that Fae of yours stay in the castle for a couple more days. I would like to... investigate something.”

“As you wish, grandmother...”

Silver wakes up when he heard his phone vibrated. Blinking a couple of time, he then rubs his crusty eyelids blearily before pushing himself up from the soft bed and sigh deeply. Dawn has made way for bright, morning rays to creep into his room despite the thick curtains.

When his phone on the bedside table vibrate again, Silver snatch it to check his text messages.

Like any other day, Lilia’s attempt to wake him up for classes is by spamming his phone with a series of pictures that he find interesting or funny. Before, the Fae used to called his phone and sometimes even break through the door when he quickly realised that Silver would actively ignore the calls, but the few success that Lilia managed to get him out of the bed, Silver still ended up sleeping with his face planted inside a bowl of cereal. In the end, practically every one in Diasomnia knew that Silver will wake up whenever he can and the teaching staff of the school allows a little leeway because of his conditions.

Today, Lilia is spamming his phone with pictures of Savanaclaws’ First Years students chasing each other on the field. Behind them, the sun made its slow ascension to the sky.

Silver threw his phone on the bed and begin to get ready for the day. If he hurries, he can still make it to breakfast. Freshly showered and donning his uniform, he quickly check that he has his phone, magic crystal and wallet before leaving the dorm. The younger students loitering about the hallway and common room greet him good morning as he head towards the cafeteria. “Who was that?” “That’s Silver-senpai. A Second Year student. He’s the one I told you about last week. You know, the senior that tutored me and the guys for History of Magic?” “The one that took a nap halfway?”

“Oh, Silver-senpai is always like that. I heard that he can sleep anywhere! But he’s really good at History of Magic though. I even got an A for my test!”

Silver lets out a yawn as the conversation fades behind him. He had tried his best to stay awake during that tutoring session but the table looked as soft as his bed and before he knew it, the words on his text book look like worms and he blacked out.

It was nice for the First Years to called Lilia when he was knocked out though.

Today, the halls of Night Raven College are relatively peaceful. Friends huddled at the courtyard, taking pictures and laughing amongst themselves. A couple of Scarabia students are mingling with two Ignihyde seniors with their laptops out; probably a tutoring session. A Pomefiore student is humming to himself as he pick fresh flowers near the water fountain and a pair of Heartslabyul and Octavinelle students are playing cards; most likely UNO because one of the Heartslabyul student suddenly shrieked, “WHY DON’T I HAVE ANY GREEN!? YOU GUYS ARE CHEATING!”

“Oh! Good morning, Silver-senpai!” Yuu suddenly greeted Silver just as he was about to enter the cafeteria. Behind the younger boy, he could smell fresh baked breads and strong black coffee wafting in the air. The smell is so strong that it’s probably enough to keep him awake for a whole day. “It’s rare to see you up so early!”

“I managed to wake up on time for once.” Silver reply with a shrug. “Might as well catch up on some classes that I’m lagging behind.” Sebek would scold his ears off if he caught Silver slacking in class, ever. Something about bringing shame and disgrace to Malleus and Lilia and honestly, Silver tends to tune out whenever Sebek started to rant about how great his parents are.

“That sounds like a great idea Silver-senpai! I’m sure you’ll do well.” Yuu said with a cheer. For some reason, the boy is completely alone; no Grim or those two First Year Heartslabyul students that constantly flank his sides. Unaware of Silver’s musing, Yuu continue, “Anyway, I just saw Lilia-senpai and the others at the table near the hot drink section.”

“Oh. Thanks. Guess I’ll see you around - ” Silver begins but then Yuu’s eyes suddenly blow wide and before Silver could ask what’s wrong, Yuu hurriedly interrupts him.

“Ok, nice talking to you Silver-senpai, gotta go to class now! If anyone asks, I’m not here, ok? Bye-bye!” Yuu then ran off without even looking at him. Leaving Silver to stand alone awkwardly in front of the cafeteria’s entrance.

“Well... that was something - ”

“Oh? If it isn’t Silver-san.”

“What a rare sight to see Jellyfish-san floating in the morning!”

The Leech brothers are smiling widely when Silver slowly turn around. It didn’t escape his notice that, Azul is not with them. Floyd tilts his head - rows of sharp teeth pokes out - and ask, “Say... you don’t happen to see our cute Shrimp-kun, have you?”

“No.” Silver easily fibbed. Whatever is going on with the Leech brothers and Yuu (and probably Azul) is none of his concern. He decided to leave the twins be when they stare at him with an odd expression; as if trying to decide whether he’s lying or not. True to Yuu’s words, Silver easily spotted Lilia and the rest of their group when he zooms in on the drinks table. Sebek is furiously muttering to himself as he reads a textbook; pages constantly flipping. Lilia is checking his phone with a content smile and beside him, Malleus is diligently cutting his veggie omelette into small pieces. Plates of cold cut fruits, bread and pancakes along with juices and a cup of coffee for Lilia are spread on the table.

The three of them occupy the large dining table despite how crowded the cafeteria is.

“Good morning.” Silver greeted the group before taking a seat beside Sebek.

“Silver! You’re awake! Did Mr.Trein’s cat pictures woke you up?” Lilia teases. He tucks away the phone to cupped his face and grin lazily at him.

“Had a weird dream.” Silver reply and made sure to thank Malleus when the Fae handed him the cut up omelette and a tall glass of orange juice before resuming his own breakfast. He waste no time and dig in.

“Oh? What was it about?”

“The face is a bit fuzzy but I was sitting on someone’s lap at a... garden, I think. She had a nice voice.” He said after sipping on his OJ. “It ended when I heard Malleus-sama’s voice.”

Sebek jerk his head away from the textbook at that. Before he could demand what Silver meant, Lilia interjects with a hum.

“That sounds too... normal to be a dream. More like a - ”

“A memory.”

Malleus put aside his napkin when the three of them turn their attention to him. He stares at Silver with a thoughtful expression. “It was a summer morning. I came to the garden when Lilia told me that you were with grandmother for the day.”

Sebek is now in sheer awe - like usual when it’s anything related to Malleus - while Silver’s cheeks are dusted red as Lilia laugh, clutching his stomach in delight. “I remember that summer! It was Silver’s first time visiting the Castle of Thorns. You were such an adorable little one that Malleus’ grandmother insisted that we extended our stay.” Lilia then sigh fondly. “That was a nice summer...”

And... there Lilia goes, off reminiscing Silver’s childhood. Silver quickly put a stop to it with an embarrassed cough. Lilia merely teases him some more in retaliation. Breakfast continues on until Sebek suggest they head to their respective classes now. Lilia and Malleus had P.E, Sebek went to join a crowd of First Year students drifting upstairs to the second floor; leaving Silver with his Alchemy class.

He allows himself to be pull along by a couple of his classmates when they notice him rounding the corner. Silver finds it easy to join their conversation since it was about homework and soon enough, they chatted their way to the classroom.

Mid conversation, Silver yawns. When he rub his watery eyes, something bright red accompany by a smile flash pass him. So quick and sudden, almost like a ribbon -

“Silver-san?” One of his classmates call out when they notice that Silver had suddenly stop walking with them. “Is something wrong?”

Silver blink; realise that he had automatically whip around to catch that flash of red but after looking at his sides, students in familiar uniform are mingling around him. No one stood out of the ordinary.

“Just thought I saw something...” Silver slowly admits. There’s something nibbling at the back of his mind but it refuses to surface despite how hard Silver tries to remember.

Classes passed through the day without a hitch. Silver finds himself staying awake for all of them that a surprised teacher even commented about it. When homeworks are done with enough time to spare before dinner, he wonder what the others are doing right now. Putting away his books and pencil case into his bookbag, Silver left his room for the dorm’s lounge. Usually Sebek is there around this time and they would bicker and wait for Lilia and Malleus to show up so they could have dinner together.

But when he reaches the ground floor, Silver is surprise that Sebek is nowhere in sight. Perhaps he’s with his other group of friends?

He looks around the lounge thinking that Sebek might be hiding behind the book shelves or something, yet only some Third Year students are relaxing on the couch; talking quietly amongst themselves. From the foot of the stairs, a few students walk down behind him.

“ - did you see Vil-senpai’s new MagiCam post?”

“The one on tips for short hairstyles? Oh! Is that why you tied up your hair differently after P.E?”

“What do you think? I’m digging this new look!”

“Well... at least people know that you actually have eyes now.”

“Wa - did my bangs really covered my face that badly!? Why did no tell me before?!?”

The chatters gradually fade into background noises when Silver caught an unusual scent lingering behind him; a scent that makes him heady and eyes drowsy, almost instantly. It carries a subtle smell of smokey cedarwood, and blooming tuberoses that remind Silver of hot, creamy crème brûlée that melts on your tongue.

But the magnetic scent immediately vanishes the moment Silver turn around to chase after it, frantically searching which student wore the cologne.

“There you are, human! Don’t you know that you’re keeping Malleus-sama and Lilia-sama waiting!?”

“Sebek?”

Sebek appear at the entrance of their dorm wearing an unamused expression, hands firmly on his hips. When did he arrive?

He roll his eyes when Silver continue to stare at him in stupor. “Well? Are you coming or not?”

Silver shut his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. Shaking his head once, it took a while for him orientate himself. “Right. Let’s go.”

Sebek didn’t question his terse’s reply as they walk towards the cafeteria, thinking that the Second Year student is in one of his moods again. He did throw an odd glance whenever Silver turn around as if he’s looking for someone or something.

Later when the night grows long and the Diasomnia dorm is silent, Silver lies wide awake; staring listlessly at his bedroom ceiling in the dark. Scrolling through his phone did nothing to tire him out nor did reading boring textbooks help.

Although, Flyod’s weird MagiCam post of him in a selfie with a happy Jade sitting prim and proper on Azul’s bed and Yuu’s black hair poking from underneath the duvet in the background was... something.

With a huff, Silver twist and turn underneath the duvet before closing his eyes in hopes that he could finally settle in for the night.

Time seem to creep on before exhaustion claims him and Silver finally falls asleep.

When he open his eyes, Silver found himself sitting on a picnic blanket. Soft morning rays shine through the tall tree above him. He notices small, bite-size food that are for children are laid out for him on a paper plate. A picnic basket is put aside near the tree’s roots, lacqured boxes of food were placed on the centre of the blanket and an uncapped thermos of hot tea is ready for anyone who wants to drink.

He also notice that he was sitting on someone’s lap.

“Oh? Are you finally hungry?” Silver tips his head back to see Lilia smiling down at him. His arms move around his small body to encase Silver in a hug. It was then he realise that he’s in a child’s body.

“Here. Want some apples? It’s yummy!” Lilia coo as he tries to entice Silver to eat the sliced fruit by wagging it in front of him.

“Maybe we should try some oranges again?” Malleus suggest, awkwardly holding a whole, round orange in one hand as he inspect it with uncertain, knitted eyebrows.

“I rather not have him throw them at my hair again, Malleus.” Lilia sighs and put down the sliced apple when he no longer had Silver’s attention.

As the Faes discuss on how to get him to eat, Silver understand that he’s reliving one of his childhood memories. Sure enough, he could easily spot the castle that belongs to Malleus’ grandmother looming behind the sea of trees.

This is the first time that Silver is consciously aware that he’s dreaming. It feels so surreal being able to coherently think like an adult but posses the speech capability of a seven year old. He grunts and whine to show his displeasure when it’s beginning to feel too warm in Lilia’s embrace.

“Alright, alright, little man. Stop squirming for a moment...” Lilia neated Silver’s little clothes before finally release him onto the soft grass so he could play. “There! Hopefully you’re tire yourself out until you actually want lunch.”

“...Is feeding a human child always this difficult?” Malleus couldn’t help but ask when he watch Silver wobble around, looking at everything and anything.

“You know what? I don’t know.” Lilia admits though he didn’t sound all that concern. He knows that Silver will eat when his little tummy rumble soon enough. “I heard that some kids from a human village can be fussy when it comes to food. Silver might be one of those type.” He hums and tap his chin as he recalls their last meal time. “Then again, I heard that human kids loathe vegetables but Silver enjoyed eating your salad during dinner.”

The Faes continue to talk while occasionaly keep an eye out on little Silver who is critically inspecting a wild patch of daisies.

Back to Silver, he internally wonders why he’s reliving this particular memory. He tries to remember what else this memory entail when something pull him away from the flowers.

That strange scent - cedarwood and crème brûlée - slips around him, thoroughly capture his attention in an instant and deafen him from Lilia and Malleus’s conversation. It envelopes his world that even the sunlight starts to dim when his eyes grows heavy.

And before he realises it, Silver’s little legs begin to carry him towards the forest. Where the scent seem to be.

The deeper Silver travese into the forest, the world around him begin to grow dark, as if the tall trees are blocking out the sun. Even the crickets and chirping birds are silenced the longer he walk and yet, he still couldn’t find the scource of that smell!

“...er?”

Silver pauses. What was that? It sounded like -

“...ver?”

He wanted to turn around, to move his arms but no matter how hard he tries, Silver stands there, frozen stiff as a statue.

“...Silver?”

The scent is slightly stronger now. It smells so sweet, so comforting as if beckoning him forward and his legs begin to move again.

A hand shoot out from the dark to gently grab his shoulder from behind. A familiar voice chimes in, “There you are Silver! I was beginning to worry, little one.” It’s Lilia. It’s Papa. His touch is like an anchor, bringing him back to a sense of safety and familiarity that Silver could sob in relief. “Come on now; it’s time to wake up, love.”

At that moment, Silver jerks up; eyes wide awake and his heart racing. His room is so bright and warm that he had to squint his eyes a little to adjust his vision when he notice a silhouette that vaguely resemble Lilia sitting on his bed.

“Hang on, let me draw the curtains.” When the room is a little darken, Silver rubs his weary eyes and find that it’s indeed Lilia; his coat uniform and cap drape over the bed. For some reason, he’s studying Silver with a complicated expression; lips pursed and eyebrows knitted in worry.

“W-What? Silver croak, hating how parched his throat feels.

“How are you feeling?” Lilia asks immediately. He hovers close to Silver, cupping his clammy face with bare hands as he checks for... something.

Silver lets the question sinks in for moment. “...Tired.” He admits with a sigh. His heart finally calms down when he leans into Lilia’s touch, eyes heavy but this time, he just wants to bask in Lilia’s warmth.

Lilia bits his lower lip and slowly withdraw his hands before taking a sit on the bed. “What was the last thing that you did? Did you drunk any funny potion before bed?”

“What? The last thing I did?” Silver repeated, a little lost but answer him nonetheless, “After dinner, I couldn’t sleep so I tried to bored myself by reading and when that didn’t work, I went to bed. I managed to fell sleep soon enough.” He explains and uneasiness churns in the pit of his stomach when Lilia still look at him strangely.

He had never seen Lilia wear such expression before.

“Silver... you’ve been asleep for four days.”

The ancient Fae’s tentative announcement made Silver’s heart drop like a heavy lead. “...What?”

“Calm down. Hey, can you look at me, Silver?” Lilia’s voice drops to soothing when he sees the far off look in Silver’s eyes. He holds both of the teenager’s hands when he heard Silver’s breath hitches. He continue to grip on them even when Silver meets his gaze. “It’s alright; you’re awake now and that’s what important. Can you remember if you’ve been dreaming or...”

“We were having a picnic back when I was a child. It’s somewhere behind the Witch’s castle - ”

“I remember that.” Lilia assure him calmly. He only spoke like that to Silver whenever he was spooked but it’s been years since the Fae spoke in such tone now that he’s all grown up. “You were such a curious child. You insist on wanting to pick wild flowers when we’re supposed to have lunch.”

Wait -

“...What happened next?”

“You plucked a bunch of daisies and gave them to me and Malleus; dirt and all. You looked so proud despite that you made a mess on the picnic blanket that I scooped you into my arms and we cuddled until you tried to gnaw on my hair.” Lilia laughs softly. “You were so attracted to my hair because of the colours that I had to buy you a black and pink teddy bear for you to obssessed on. Do you remember that?”

No. Silver doesn’t remember any of that...

And that frightens him.

“Silver? Talk to me; what are you thinking about?” Lilia pleads when instead of a flustered Silver like he’s hoping, his son in all but blood pales.

Despite the warm morning, chill runs down Silver’s spine when he said in a detached tone, “I... I think I had a nightmare, but... I can’t remember of what.”

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #happy birthday silver #more papa lilia and Malleus content #twst #silver #Lilia Vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #hope the tags work this time

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radishaur · 4 years

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Hello! Anon here haha. Could you please write a college au Zuko x reader? It’d be dope thanks

I hope you like this! I just did a highschool au so if you’re interested you can check that out as well. I decided to write this one from Zuko’s POV to switch things up. If this get’s enough requests then I might make a part 2.

- Zoe

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The Gift Card (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, College au

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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Zuko followed behind his friends begrudgingly. He had just endured a terribly exhausting lecture and all he wanted to do was go back to his dorm room and relax. His friends had other plans.

There was a new coffee shop that opened up on the campus and they had talked him into checking it out with them. To be fair, their old coffee place was about a 5 minute walk and this one was much closer. It made sense why they’d want to check it out, he just didn’t understand why it had to be now.

“This place looks gorgeous!” Katara said, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

“I agree. I love what they’ve done with the windows,” Toph joked, earning an eye roll from Katara and a snicker from everyone else.

“Let’s just hope the food- I mean the drinks are good,” Sokka replied, hurriedly walking up to the building.

“I hope they have vegetarian options!” Aang exclaimed, racing after Sokka.

I simply trudged along behind them. It honestly didn’t matter to me where we got our drinks. For the first time in a long time, I had real genuine friends. I was still getting used to that feeling, but it was a welcome one. As long as they were with me I didn’t really care where we hung out.

The bell above the door rung as we walked inside.

“Hello! Welcome to the Coffee House!”

When my eyes met with the girl behind the counter, I could have sworn I stopped breathing. She had beautiful (H/C) hair that was pulled out of her face. Her welcoming smile caused my heart to flutter and I found myself staring awestruck into her (E/C) eyes.

I blinked a few times and realized that my friends had walked up to the counter to order. Aang looked back at me in confusion, but then gave me a goofy grin when he saw what, or rather who, I was looking at.

I blushed slightly at being caught and made my way up to the counter. The girl was waiting patiently as we all read over the menu and ordered. I read the name of the same drink over and over again, but it never registered. I couldn’t stop glancing at the girl. Her name tag had the name Y/N inscribed on it. Such a beautiful name.

“Hello?” she asked, snapping my eyes down from the menu to her face.

I looked around me and realized my friends were all waiting at the pick up counter. I didn’t even realize they had ordered.

“S-Sorry. I’ll take a uh......,” I trailed off, realizing I had never actually read anything on the menu.

She smiled kindly as I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up at the menu once more. I picked the first drink I saw.

“I’ll take a medium dragonfruit refresher,” I said.

“Interesting choice. I didn’t peg you for a refresher person,” she commented before grabbing a cup from the counter.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked curiously as I handed over my credit card.

She swiped it in the register before handing it back and turning the screen for me to sign.

“No. Just surprising,” she giggled before grabbing the pen out of her apron and looking at me expectantly.

I stared at her blankly. She was about a head shorter than I was. Her black apron was tied loosely around her and underneath she wore a Coffee House shirt and jeans. Even in uniform, she still looked radiant.

“Uh, your name?” she asked, a small smirk crossing her face.

I blushed when I realized she had caught me staring. I heard Sokka snicker from the counter beside me. They were going to be teasing me about this for weeks. I groaned internally.

“Zuko. My name is Zuko,” I mumbled.

“Alright, Zuko. Your refresher will be ready in a few minutes. You and your friends can have a seat and I’ll bring your drinks out for you,” she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

My eyes didn’t leave her until she was behind the doors.

“Someone’s got a cruuuuush,” Aang teased in a sing song voice.

I blushed profusely and crossed my arms as I walked over to them.

“Shut up,” I mumbled as I averted my gaze.

They all laughed but thankfully dropped it for now. We sat down at a table by the window and we all drifted into conversation easily. It was a few minutes before Y/N came out with a tray of drinks and some food balance on her arm. She slid it onto the table carefully and handed everyone their drinks. When I grabbed mine, her fingers brushed against mine and the blush I had been fighting crawled it’s way back onto my cheeks. She turned to walk back behind the counter, but Sokka called out to her.

“Hey uh, Y/N is it? I’m guessing you’re a student here, yea?” he asked.

She stopped and walked back up to the table, holding the black tray in front of her. She smiled at the question.

“Yea, I am. I’m a third year Political Science major,” she answered.

“Oh wow! What a coincidence. So is Zuko!” Katara chimed in, bringing the attention back onto me.

“I thought you looked familiar! You’re in my 8 AM class,” she exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

“Uh, yea. That’s me,” I managed to say.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to a name. My friends just call you the Hot Moody Kid,” she explained, giggling slightly at the nickname.

My face felt like it was on fire. Did that mean she thought I was hot? No it had to be a joke. Who would think the kid with a huge scar on his face was hot. Certainly not someone as gorgeous as you.

“Cat got your tongue?” Toph teased.

I glared at her before looking back at Y/N. She was smiling knowingly at me with a twinkle in her eye. God, she was beautiful.

“T-Thanks for the drink,” I replied.

If she hadn’t of been standing right there I would have let my head hit the table. Really? That was the best thing I could think of to say? She simply smiled wider and walked back behind the counter to continue taking orders.

The group relentlessly teased me. Turns out that pretty girls make me a mess. Especially one in particular. I pouted the entire time and forced myself to drink the refresher. Truth be told, it was disgusting, but I didn’t want Y/N to see me throwing it away and getting the wrong idea.

The next morning, I showed up early to class so that I could snag a seat near Y/N. Far enough away to not be suspicious but close enough that I could sneak glances of her. And that I did. I barely heard a word the professor said and sooner than I realized, the lecture was over. Reluctantly I packed up my things and began to leave the room. Just as I was walking into the hallway, I stopped upon hearing my name.

“Zuko! Wait up!” she called out.

My heart fluttered in my chest hearing my name roll off her tongue. She smiled when she saw me stop and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey Y/N,” I said, giving her a small wave hello.

“Hi,” she said, giggling slightly at my wave, “I have something for you.”

She began rummaging around in her bag before pulling out a card. It had the Coffee House logo on it and she handed it over to me.

“It’s a gift card for the Coffee House. I was supposed to give you one after you ordered but I uh....got distracted,” she admitted, a light blush dusting her cheeks and neck.

“O-Oh. Uh, yea don’t worry about it,” I mumbled, stuffing the card into my pockets.

“It’s my manager’s incentive to get people to start coming to the cafe,” she explained, “One for every group who comes in.”

She smiled lightly before looking over to her friends who were waiting for her.

“Ok, well I should get going. I hope you and your friends stop by later. I work the same time every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Bye,” she said before walking over to her friends.

I watched her as she went and blushed when she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring. I looked to the side and started walking back to my dorm. When I got there, Sokka was there along with Aang.

“Oh, hey Zuko. How was your class?” Aang asked, lounging on the bed.

“It was fine. Y/N gave me the gift card she forgot to give me yesterday,” I said, setting my bag down on my bed.

“Oh, I didn’t know you bought a gift card,” Sokka said, cocking his brow in interest.

“I didn’t. She said her manager wanted her to hand them out to every group to get them to come back,” I explained, bringing the card out of my pocket.

“Can I see that card?” Sokka asked, a mischievous look on his face.

“Sure,” I said, handing it over.

He immediately flipped it over and a smile crossed his face. He handed it over to Aang who got a similar smile. They both started laughing and I frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“Dude. You’re so dense,” Sokka said, handing the card back to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, now incredibly confused and annoyed.

“Zuko,” Aang said, a goofy grin on his face, “It has her phone number on it!”

“What?” I asked in shock.

Sure enough, I flipped the gift card over and written across the back was her phone number. I was shocked. Sokka and Aang were smirking.

“Why would she give me her phone number?” I asked, still staring at the card in confusion.

“Zuko. She likes you,” Aang said.

I looked up to see their faces. Sokka was still grinning from ear to ear and Aang was cocking an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

“Why would she like me?” I asked, my voice quiet.

Sokka and Aang both frowned. I looked down at my lap and began fidgeting with the card. I had always had a hard time with accepting praise. I mean, I still could barely believe that I had friends. Let alone that someone could like me. I had an ugly scar across half my face. I could barely look myself in the mirror sometimes.

“I think that’s a question you’re gonna have to ask her,” Aang said, a small encouraging smile on his face.

Sokka and Aang left to go to class and I stayed in the dorm room holding the gift card. I read her number so many times that I could recite it from memory, but I still couldn’t bring myself to text her.

I heard a knock on the door and called out for them to come in. I assumed that it was Sokka and Aang but I was sorely mistaken. Katara stormed into the room and Toph trailed after. I knew exactly what was coming.

“You haven’t texted her, have you?” Toph asked.

“I can’t tell Sokka and Aang anything,” I mumbled to myself.

“Zuko, what’s the matter with you?! You were practically drooling over her yesterday!” Katara scolded, her classic hand on the hip pose coming out.

“Yea. I was. But that’s not....I don’t.....I mean look at me,” I sighed, finally turning to look at them.

“I would, but....blind and all,” Toph joked, waving her hand in front of her eyes.

I snorted at the joke before sitting up and hanging my head. Katara noticed and sat down beside me.

“Zuko, what are you talking about?” she asked.

“Katara, I have a huge scar across the left side of my face! I look disgusting,” I admitted, gesturing to the scar I hated so much.

“Zuko, do you know how many people come up and ask Katara and I and ask about you? There isn’t a girl on campus who thinks you’re anything less than hot,” Toph said, and if she could have, I know she would have rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know why. Half my face is a charred mess and I literally became a crumbling mess around her! She’s way out of my league,” I groaned, falling back onto the bed.

“I don’t think so.”

I shot up in bed and my heart stopped. Standing in the doorway was Y/N. And judging by the smirk she had on her face she had heard everything I had said.

“Oh, wow, look at that! How did she get here?” Katara said, feigning surprise.

“Hey Katara I think I left my glasses in the dorm. Why don’t you come with me,” Toph smirked.

“You can’t see! You don’t have glasses,” I exclaimed, as Katara and Toph left the room.

Y/N waved goodbye to them both and then walked up to me and sat down. I was blushing furiously. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in the ground.

“Do you really believe that? That I’m out of your league?” she asked, clarifying what she meant.

“Well yea. I mean, look at me and then look at you,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment.

“Oh trust me, I did. And I for one think that if anything I’m the one who’s out of your league. Scar or no scar, you’re undeniably handsome,” she teased, elbowing me slightly.

If it was possible, my face would have gone more red. I was still fidgeting with the card she had given me earlier when she placed a hand on my leg.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. My friends have always said I have a habit of coming on too strong and I know you’re really shy. That’s why they told me to give you my number that way,” she explained, gesturing to the card.

“N-No, I’m not uncomfortable. Just......shocked I guess,” I admitted, finally looking at her, “I just can’t believe you actually like me.”

She was wearing a beautiful black dress and her hair was left free to do what it pleased. She smiled at me and I gave her a small one back. I didn’t quite know what to do.

Before I knew what was happening, she had brought her hand up to cup my face and gave me a quick kiss. It was soft and I kissed her back the same way. My stomach was flipping like crazy but I didn’t want her to stop. She pulled away after a few more seconds and smiled.

“Hopefully that clears things up,” she giggled.

“Uh, yea. T-that uh... I uh....” I stuttered, completely at a loss for words.

She chuckled at my poor attempt to speak.

“You’ve got some good friends, you know. They came all the way to the shop to drag me here,” she said.

“Yea. They’re pretty great,” I agreed, allowing myself to smile.

We sat silently for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I still had something to say. I shuffled slightly in place and mustered up as much courage as I could.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” I asked hurriedly.

“Yes. I would love that,” she answered, placing a quick kiss on my cheek before getting up.

“O-Ok. I’ll uh, text you then,” I stammered, my eyes never leaving her as she walked to the door.

“I look forward to it,” she said with a smile before finally walking off.

I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face. Who would’ve thought a gift card could get me a date.

#zuko #zuko x reader #prince zuko fanfic #prince zuko fanfiction #prince zuko fic #prince zuko #zuko imagine #college au

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gale-gentlepenguin · 5 years

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 6

(Master post)

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“No worries Rose, the shirts are done. Yes, I can bring them to school tomorrow. Okay, tell everyone I said hi back. Take... Oh you and Juleka are at 87% compatible? Congrats. I always knew you two were.... Mine? Oh uh look at the time bye!” Marinette ended her conversation a bit exhausted.

Rose was a good friend, but the girl had a way of talking an ear off if Marinette wasn’t careful. Marinette would have texted her, but the girl would blow up her phone with 50+ texts. So Marinette decided a phone call was the best way of contacting her.

Marinette had felt super productive after she got back from that akuma battle. Though before she could action on that productive vibe she had to deal with some weird emails that mentioned codes for restarting her password for ‘Soulmate search’. She decided to change her password just to be safe, probably smart if someone was trying to get into it. Marinette always figured it’s better to be on the side of caution when it came to her personal items and information. That is why she made that trap box for her diary.

Some people have no lives, trying to get into other people’s accounts. Marinette thought to herself. She could only imagine the type of desperate person who tried to get into her account for a matchmaking app. Probably some two bit hacker that wanted to spam her with emails. She logged in to make sure everything in the app was fine. Her personal information secure, and her compatibility list was unchanged. She smiled at the first place ranking. It was the spark she needed to get back into her productive mindset. Deciding that since everything was fine, she would not look into the matter further so long as it doesn't happen again as she would rather focus on her commission but would definetly keep an eye out for it.

Now able to ride her wave of productivity, She was able to finish the new Kitty Section shirts that Rose commissioned. The Second design really did look good. Now that they had enough original songs to make their first album, they needed a shirt with the cover on the shirt, which Marinette happily designed for them as well.

“The shirts look great.” Her red Kwami praised as she looked them over. “And you dont have to pull an all nighter like you did last time.”

“Yeah, it was easier the second time around, especially now that I organized my schedule better.” Marinette agreed. “With occasional 20 minute video game breaks, those really can do wonders.”

Marinette’s phone began buzzing again.

“Oh, thats right. I promised Rose a Picture of the shirt.” Marinette remembered.

She picked up the phone.

“Don't worry I was just about to send you the photo of the shirt.” Marinette answered.

“What shirt?” A voice that definitely didn't sound like Rose.

Marinette dropped her phone. Her face went red. It was Adrien. Adrien was calling her right now.

“Marinette? Are you still there?” Adrien’s voice came from the phone.

Marinette stumbled to the ground to pick up.

“Yes Here Marinette is. I mean Yes. Marinette is here. Speaking.” Marinette tripped over her own words. She was caught off guard by the sudden phone call.

Why was he calling? Was he going to say that he changed his mind about what he said earlier? Or was he calling because he doesn't want to wait that long and start dating now? Marinette had to shake those thoughts out of her head.

“Oh good. I was wondering if you were busy Friday after school? I am going to have a tv interview and it would be really cool if you could come along. You won't be on camera or anything if you don’t want to be. You can be right by the set.” Adrien explained.

“Really?! Yea, Yes. Free am I. I am free then.” Marinette corrected herself. She mentally told her self to relax. She was able to regain composure.

“Awesome! Oh, just so you know. Nathalie said I can only bring one person so It will just be the two of us and my bodyguard, is that alright with you?” Adrien questioned, Speaking a bit faster then normal, if Marinette wasn’t so nervous she might have noticed. “If it isn’t that is totally fine to. I am sure Nino would go if I asked.”

This boy was going to kill her. Just the two of them. Her and Adrien on Friday after school. Well sure there would be a studio with a bunch of people, but out of everyone he could have invited, he chose her. She was his first pick. Her heart felt like it was trying to burst out of her chest.

“Thats fine with me. Is there a dress code? Do I need to...”

“I was going straight to the interview from school so I will be in my school clothes so I wouldn't worry, besides you always look great so even if they do put you on camera for a bit you will be fine.” Adrien assured. “So its not a big deal if you were to come Into-view”

Marinette couldn't help but giggle at the word play, he sounded so sweet and endearing.

“Thanks for the heads up, I wouldn't want to put your choice in guests into Question.” Marinette punned back. She mentally slapped herself. That was such a bad joke there is no way he found that funny. That stupid cat is rubbing off on her.

To her surprise, Adrien laughed at her joke, Marinette could swear there was no sound the rang as sweet.

I will give that cat macaroons later Marinette mentally noted for later for his influence.

“I will explain any details I find out tomorrow. Have a good night, Marinette.” Adrien said after he finished laughing.

“You too. Good night Adrien.” Marinette practically swooned after she hung up.

The ladybug Kwami smiling.

“I believe that went well.” Tikki encouraged.

Marinette moved to her bed and fell back on it, clearly dazed and excited.

“He wants me to go with him to his interview. I was his first choice. It will be amazing...”

Tikki sighed with soft smile. Its a good thing Marinette finished those shirts and her homework earlier, it was clear no other work was gonna be done tonight. She wondered what Marinette’s reaction will be tomorrow.

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Adrien hung up his phone with a giddy grin on his face akin to the one he wears as Chat noir. She does like puns, another point for the legitimacy of the app.

“She said she was fine with it.” Adrien told his kwami as the cat consumed a piece of camembert.

“Congrats Romeo, you asked her out on a date.” Plagg commented casually.

Adrien felt his cheeks flush and his grin shifted.

“It isn't a date.”

“Sounds like a date. Not that I care.”

“It really isn't a date. It is just Marinette and I going to an interview I am gonna have. There will be a bunch of people there and It isn't like it will be just the two of us.” Adrien explained.

“Aren’t most areas filled with people?” Plagg pointed out.

“Well yes but I mean...”

“And if it isn't a date, why didn't you just text her like a normal teen? You went out of your way to call her.” Plagg rubbed in. He had a satisfied smirk watching Adrien get close to Ladybug levels of flustered over Marinette. Plagg desperately wanted to tell the boy, but he held in the urge by chomping down on some cheese.

Adrien was about to comment but his blush only became more apparent.

“Maybe its a tiny bit like a quarter date. maybe a third of a date.”

“Math is your worst subject kid and what your saying isn't adding up.” Plagg countered. He decided to to twist the knife a bit more seeing Adrien get more red.

Adrien knew he wasn't getting anywhere.

He didn't know why this was making him all flustered. Sure Marinette had always been a sweet friend. Sure she had always been cute and kind. But now just thinking about her made him nervous. Like seeing Ladybug without his mask on. Ever since he saw that compatibility score and started thinking about her as more then a friend, it was like a gate in his head that was holding these thoughts and feelings about her had swung open and the door couldn't be closed, and he wasn't sure if he wanted it closed. It all sort of clicked and the more Adrien thought about it, the more he liked the idea of him and Marinette.

“Anyway, it will be nice to have her come along. I am sure everything will go great, and Marinette will have a good time.” Adrien moved past his petty discussion with the cat.

“I am sure it will all go smoothly for you. I don't see Anything possibly going wrong.” Plagg sarcastically retorted.

“If something goes wrong now, I am not ordering you the camembert.”

“Kwami Abuse!”

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Still 100%

That thought made him feel warm as he walked into the school on that Thursday morning. He had answered the daily questions as soon as he was out of bed. He practically melded his eyes to the screen as he waited for the results. His 100% compatibility with Marinette was unchanged.

He also noticed that Kagami slid down to 80%, but she hadn't updated her profile yet so it could change later. But he was more concerned with the top spot.

Adrien arrived to class. He made his way to his seat, where he noticed Nino listening to music.

He sits down and nudges Nino playfully. The Dj turns to him and pauses his music.

“Hey dude, you seem in a good mood.” Nino greeted as he moved his headphones to his neck.

“Are those new?” Adrien inquired as he looked at the cooler, sleeker designed headphones that looked in a lot better shape then his previous pair.

“Yup, they were on sale yesterday. Snagged the last one in stock.” Nino bragged. “Half off.”

“Congrats.” Adrien offered a fist bump which Nino accepted.

Adrien took a quick look around to ensure no one in the class was paying attention to him. Alya was outside waiting for Marinette, so Adrien knew he didn't need to worry about any eavesdropping from the ladyblogger.

“So about yesterday... you didn't tell anyone about what I sent you?” Adrien whispered.

Nino’s face showed complete confusion.

“What thing did you send me?” Nino questioned.

“You know...” Adrien leaned in closer. “The compatibility list? You sent me a text about it yesterday.”

It took the hat wearing teen a moment to gather himself.

“Wait you got the app? Who did you get?” Nino inquired.

“Nino. I sent you the list.” Adrien answered. His tone more serious and concerned then before..

“Sorry dude, But I don't know what you're talking about.” Nino responded. The Dj pulled out his phone to show Adrien the texts. Sure enough, the exchange from yesterday was absent.

Adrien was shocked.

“Thats impossible.” Adrien spoke as he pulled out his phone and looked at his messages, it was identical to Nino’s except that the exchange from yesterday was present.

Nino looked at it.

“That is bizarre. Cause I didn't message you yesterday. I know I didnt message you then because that was when I was leaving to go get this.” Nino gestured to his headphones. “I was setting up Chris with someone to watch him just before leaving. “

Nino looked closer at Adrien’s phone as if staring at some parallel world.

Adrien was definitely lost. If Nino didn't text him, who did? Who did Nino have watch Chris? Would that person be respon--”

“Holy shit dude!” Nino exclaimed interrupting Adrien’s thoughts. “You got one h...”

Adrien immediately covered Nino’s mouth.

The whole class now looking at the two teens.

Adrien felt embarrassed.

“He was surprised by my high score in super penguino.” Adrien lied.

The class went with it and decided that Nino’s reaction wasn't important enough to look into.

‘Thank Kwami for short attention spans’ Adrien thought as he waited for Nino to calm down before removing his hand.

Adrien practically yanked Nino out of the classroom to ensure no one was listening in.

“Dude!” He whispered in shock. “I can't believe you got 100% and with Marinette.” Nino was in shock from seeing the compatibility score in the photo. “I mean I’m not surprised you two scored high, but 100%? That is so choice. I am a bit jealous, I haven’t even gotten 100% with my girlfriend.”

Alya is probably gonna flip when she finds out. Oh man if she finds out and knew that I knew? She might kill me if she finds out from someone else. Nino thought to himself.

“Can we discuss this later? I don't want people finding out about it yet.” Adrien pleaded.

“Why dude? Aren't you happy that Marinette is at the top of the list?” Nino asked with a bit of worry that Adrien might want to turn the designer down.

“I am happy, more then I thought I would be with anyone. But I don't want people finding out yet.” Adrien replied.

“If you are chill with it then what’s the big...”

“If word gets around that someone has 100% compatibility with me, things could get... complicated. Especially for Marinette.” Adrien interrupted. “You have seen how my fans can get. I don't want to throw Marinette into that if I can avoid it. Not until I know she is fine with this, with me, with everything.”

Nino could see the genuine worry on his friend’s face. He could tell Adrien cared about Marinette. He always knew he did, but now it seemed even clearer then before.

“Okay dude, I won't tell a soul. Except I might need to tell Alya, She will want to know.” Nino responded.

“Yes, you can tell Alya only. As long as she swears not to tell anyone.”

“I will swear her to secrecy.” Nino assured.

“Thanks Nino. But that brings up the question, if you didn't text me, then who did?”

“I couldn't tell you. Maybe someone hacked your phone. The only person that had access to my phone yesterday was me and...” Nino’s expression shifted as he made a realization.

But that couldn’t be right, why would she have an interest in the list? She told me earlier that she wasn’t into Adrien. But then again, there was that picture that was sent to everyone from Adrien’s phone of her kissing his cheek. But she assured me that it was platonic. Something isn’t adding up. She was the only other person that had access to my phone. So who else could it be?

“Who had access to your phone?” Adrien inquired, snapping his friend out of his thoughts.

“I think I might know who sent those texts. But I don’t know why she did it?”

“She? Nino who was it?” Adrien questioned.

“So you know how I needed someone to watch Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“And Normally I would have asked Marinette but she was busy with her commissions and Alya was watching her big sis’ match so...”

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A car pulled up by the park where a certain brunette was sitting and had been waiting. The car window rolls down to reveal a bespectacled man with styled hair and a stern look. The fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste was sitting in the car.

“You better have a good excuse for calling for this meeting Miss Rossi. You are aware of how busy I am.” The man sternly commented.

“I swear it is important Mr. Agreste. Adrien’s reputation and his safety are at stake.” Lila responded.

“How so?”

“Adrien’s delinquent classmates have gotten him mixed up in a scandalous app that has him put information about himself and meeting up with strangers.” Lila spun her web of lies.

Gabriel took her words with a grain of salt, but decided to humor her as this would likely be useful once she was finished trying to make herself look good.

“Are you certain of this?”

“I am. Adrien showed me a picture of the app. I tried to tell him that nothing good would come of taking part in such a nasty thing, but he wouldn't listen. His classmates have sold him on taking part of it.” Lila lied. “You need to have him delete that horrible app, nothing good will come of it, it will just have more people trying to take advantage of Adrien for his money, status and looks.”

“She seems to be Projecting on to others master.” Nooru whispered only loud enough for Gabriel to hear. Gabriel nodded, he was losing his patience with the liar. Clearly she had been wasting his time. He motioned for the purple kwami to stay hidden before responding to Lila.

“I see, so tell me. What is the name of this app?” Gabriel questioned.

Lila froze for a second. She had thought she would not have needed to tell Mr.Agreste.

“...Soulmate Searcher...” Lila confessed.

Gabriel’s disappointment shifted into intrigue. He remembered that app. It was the cause of despair for the recent Akuma he had made, as well as other cases of despair that he was planing to use later. So his own son was using that app.

“Very well, I will look into the matter. Thank you for the information Miss Rossi.” Gabriel dismissed. Leaving an uncertain brunette on the park bench.

“Nathalie, look into this app and tell me everything you can find out about this ‘Soulmate Searcher.’ Perhaps Lila has given us another useful nugget of information to use.” Gabriel stated.

“I will be sure to do so.” His glasses wearing assistant nodded as she drove the car back to the mansion. “Do you really believe Lila was being honest about the app?”

“I doubt most of what she stated held merit. My son is not such a fool as to take part in deviant behavior. Even if Adrien was taking part in the app it is likely not as she described it. But that app was the cause of my recent akuma, it definetly has some sway over Paris. It will be something that can be of use. Gabriel answered calmly.

This information was definitely of great use. I can feel that this might be the start to getting the edge over those two heroes that have eluded me. Soon their miraculous will be mine and I will have my Soulmate back. Gabriel thought to himself as his face revealed a Hawkmoth-Esqu smile.

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Part 6 is finished I am loving all of this awesome feedback and you guys keep me inspired to keep writing this.

If you want part 7, please let me know. I love seeing those notes and comments, It really feeds my impulsive need to write. And I am just gonna say it.

#ml #soulmate survey #soul mate survey #soulmate searcher #adrienette #lila rossi #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #If this one could also get 1000 notes that would be beautiful #or fanart #both would be amazing #but no preassure #Gabriel agreste #nino lahiffe #miraculous ladybug #ml au #Now we getting to the drama #Lila the b**** Rossi is at it again

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A Blind Meeting

Chapter 2

Notes: I am using a French translator https://translate.yandex.com/?lang=fr-en&text=sir So if something isn’t right. I’m sorry!

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The next week was dreadful. Thanks to the Joker playing with a tank down near my home, business has been very slow. Only, one customer would visit, sometimes he would bring a young man with him, but normally he is alone.

It was now Monday, third week of February, and everyone was downstairs with me in the Parlor; helping me make my dress. Teeks barked twice, then walked toward the bakery.

“une seconde s'il vous plait” I said in rushed french, finishing up the seam I was in the middle of.

“pas pressé, veuillez prendre votre temps.” That’s surprising. His voice had a rough tone to it sounding familiar. I tapped my wrist watch checking to see the time.

“10:30 am” It spoke.

“Ooooh it’s him.” Trixx and Pollen teased. Ironically I thought the same thing. He was always here at the same time even with Joker making a mess of things. Satisfied with where I left off, I adjusted my hair and dusted off my dress. The room filled with small giggles as I walked out from the door under the stairs into the bakery.

“Good morning Monsieur. Would you like your usual?” I held a smile as I walked over to Teeks, scratching behind her head.

“Yes please. It’s been pretty quiet here lately.” He had a soft caring tone in his voice. Kind of different than his usual tired voice.

“Indeed, I guess no one knows I’m still open thanks to Joker.” I gave a distressed sigh as I filled up two cups of coffee and walked over to his table. Honestly, I’m glad I’m blind. If Trixx’s description is true, I’d be a clumsy mess and he’d have coffee all over his lap. I set our cups down and sat across from him. Teeks decided to stay by the counter but my silly blonde cat wanted to join us at the table.

“That is surely is concerning. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing under the stairs.” His question was expected but I just smiled. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

“It is, but it’s also okay. I was actually working on my gown for a charity event the Waynes are hosting.”

“Is that so. I’ll be going there myself. Will you have someone going with you?” He sipped his coffee. I held my cup taking in its warmth.

“I’ll be meeting with my uncle and friends there. I’m very excited. But no other than them, I don’t plan to take anyone with me.” I sipped my coffee giving a soft hum.

“I see.” He sounded disappointed? It was a little hard to pin point his exact feelings but it’s fun to learn. “What will your dress look like?”

“Mmm… . I won’t give you all the details, but its going to be a floor length gown and a little bit sparkling.” I smiled not wanting to give him all the details. He must have caught on and he too smiled as he talked.

“Aaah, a mystery. I’m intrigued. I can’t wait to see it.” I lifted my cup feeling my cheeks warm up from remark and tried to change my focus to something else.

“Will you be going with someone? I’m sure a dashing young man as yourself would be.” I smiled feeling the table under me move when he relaxed against it.

“I am, I’ll be taking my son Richard with me.”

“Oh, is he the young man you brought in a few times?” I asked.

“Yes, you remembered. I’m surprised.” He said bringing a smile on his lips.

“Of course I would. What about your wife, does she not like these kind of things?” I asked getting up and go back behind the counter pulling out two muffins.

“No wife. Just my son, our butler, and me. Never been married.” He stated. I won’t lie, it made me happy hearing that.

“I see.” Grabbed a couple napkins and walked back to our table handing him one. “Well I can’t wait to meet your son at the charity event.” My watch goes off letting me know it’s almost 12 o'clock letting out a defeated sigh.

“I guess I’ll get back to work.” He said picking up the muffin. “Thank you for your time. And this muffin.” He smiled picking up his suitcase and walked out of the bakery. I clicked my tongue signalling Noir to come over as I sat on the floor by Teeks.

“Geez, can’t he get anymore dreamy.” Trixx let out coming out from behind kitchen.

“Don’t be silly. Come on, let’s go finish the dress up and Jagged’s suit before he comes over to try it on.” I got up scratched Teeks hear again and walked back into parlor under the stairs.

The next days, our regular guest didn’t visit. Customers began to visit again after realizing I was open but none stayed long. One customer brought in a dog that barked at Teeks aggressively after that I had to put up a sign that said “Service Animals Inside Only.” Eventually after another week went by, I installed a porch cover and put outside chairs and tables for anyone who wanted to bring their fur babies with them. Water and food dishes were left outside, brought in and cleaned every night, and put outside filled through out the day.

Jagged showed up with Penny, trying on their outfits and was excited. Everything fit perfect in every direction and it helped hide Penny’s baby bump. She was only five months but she was worried she’d be showing too much.

“Perfect. Everything is rock n'roll Marinette.” Jagged said bringing back the hung suit.

“He’s right. They are perfect. Do you have any plans for your birthday after tomorrow?” Penny asked rubbing her stomach. They plan to name the baby Penelope Marinette if a girl, and for a boy Marin Oliver. I’m the honorary Godmother of their baby so to me, it’s even more of an honor to have then carry my name. Hehe.

“I’m not sure, Chloe, Kagami, and Adrian are going to be here tomorrow for the charity event too so maybe something with them.” I said, taking their clothes and put them in their suit bags to take to the hotel.

“Then let’s celebrate together the six of us. I’m sure it be a blast! I mean your already celebrating your birthday at the charity, so why not.” Jagged said.

“As much as that sounds like fun, I can’t leave my shop closed for the whole day.” I said.

“True.” Jagged sat down and thought for a minute letting Teeks. “Then how about we go out for.” If it was meant to be a question it didn’t come out that way. Before I could say any further, Noir was meowing upstairs demanding I let him out.

“I guess we better go. Love you Mari well see you tomorrow at the Wayne Manor. You sure you don’t want us to pick you up?” Penny asked hugging me good bye.

“Yes I’m sure. I’ll meet you guys there at 7. Get some rest tonight and no heels Aunt Penny. Flats or comfort shoes. I make sure your dress could hide em.” I gave her a wink then hugged Jagged.

“Your sure Fang is alright here with your mischief kitty?” He asked me just before letting go.

“Yes Uncle Jagged I’m positive they will let along great. I’ll even wash him before you pick him up.” With a satisfied nod, he leaves the bakery Penny in his arms. I lock the door waving bye once more then closes the curtains. “So tired. Well, let’s get upstairs and rescue the Noir.” I chuckled to myself as Teeks and I walked upstairs. The moment the door opened Noir shot past me and ran downstairs to hide. More likely above the fridge with Plagg. Fang laid on my couch snugged and asleep. I just shook my head and unlocked the cat door for Noir locking my house door, and went off to bed.

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criminalromantic · 4 years

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Cornelia Street - Chapter 3 (Billy Russo x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Your relationship with Billy progresses and might be the start of something.

Word Count: 1652

A/N: the third chapter is here and we have a cat that has a dialog, enjoy :)

Warnings: none, just fluffy fluff

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Hearing a Monday morning alarm was not a pleasurable experience for most of the population and you were no different. You frowned at the sound of your alarm and without opening your eyes looked for your phone on the nightstand. You cuddled your teddy bear close to your chest before you reluctantly let him go. Unfortunately for you, you would not be getting the privilege of sleeping in. Soon your little fluffy cat-son would start meowing like the world was ending and demanding breakfast. With the thought, you slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. Not bothering with throwing something over your pajamas, you walked into the connected living room-kitchen area, where your cat had been already expecting you.

“Good morning, Benjamin.” After giving him a little scratch behind his left ear you poured some dry food into his little bowl.

“Meow.” You refilled his water bowl while he was devouring his breakfast.

Now that the cat was taken care of - for now - you went to the bathroom to do your business. A few minutes later, you were standing in front of your closet, trying to think of something to wear. And since it looked like a warm and sunny day, you picked a pair of white trousers and a white t-shirt with a flower pattern. You finished the look with mint blue sneakers and headed back to the bathroom to do your hair and put on some light make-up that would match the color scheme of your outfit. You started to feel hungry so you went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for yourself, stealing glances at the happy cat that was now lying in his cat bed and enjoying the sunlight coming through the windows.

You were happy that you didn't need to rush to get to work. Since your apartment was right above your flower shop, which was a real privilege. You never had to worry about rush hours or traffic jams, because all it took to get home from work was to walk up the stairs in the back of the building. There was also no need to be scared about going home alone because you didn't even need to step outside to do that. Also, you didn't even need to leave the place for a lunch break, you just went home. It was perfect for you.

Having finished your breakfast, you washed the dishes and got ready to go to work. You made sure to stop by Benjamin and gently stroke his head.

“Bye, Benji, be nice and don't sneak out to the neighbor’s, alright?” You told the feline as if he would understand and left your apartment. He almost seemed like he understood, cause he let out an annoyed meow and went back to soaking up the sun.

A few moments later, you opened the shop for the day and first customers started rolling in. There were quite many, like any other Monday, but everything went smoothly.

When the demand let up for the first time that day, you quickly went to the back of the shop and made yourself a cup of coffee. With a creamy and sugary caffeine boost in your hand, you walked back to your place at the counter and continued enjoying a few moments to yourself. That was until you heard someone come in. And you recognized the person.

It was the same guy that stopped by on Friday night. You might have been sleepy, but you remembered that face. This time, he looked much more put together and in control. He was wearing a dark grey suit that looked crazy expensive. A black coat on top of that and as your eyes moved upwards you noticed that his hair was slicked back. Quite like the last time you saw him, except this time not even one hair was out of place.

“Hi.” He said softly before your brain even thought about saying anything.

“Hi.” You had no idea what to say, so you took a long sip of your coffee to avoid having to say anything.

“I wanted to say thank you, for Friday, you know, for not kicking me out. And letting me drip water all over your floor and keeping you at work.” Even though he was dressed to impress full in business mode, he was very sweet and endearing.

“You already thanked me once….” You trailed off, looking for a name in your memory and realizing that you didn't know his name.

“Billy. Billy Russo.” He offered to shake his hand and you took it.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I came here actually intending to introduce myself. On Friday I remembered that I didn't do that and I also didn't have a name to assign to such a beautiful girl.” You could feel your cheeks burn with blush at the statement. He seemed proud at the recent flow of events and the look on his face was just...content.

What you didn't know, was that Billy had tried to come by one time during the weekend. It was on a Saturday morning after we woke up with a hang-over from the night before. He couldn't stop thinking about you that evening and he couldn't get your out of his head the following morning either. So he went by. When he tried to pull the door, he noticed that it was locked and it was dark inside. It didn't occur to him that maybe, you didn't work weekends. That theory proved itself to be true when he quickly skimmed through the opening hours. With a rather sad expression on his face, he went back to his apartment.

“That's the only reason you came by? To tell me your name?”

“No, I also came to buy some flowers from my favorite flower shop in town.”

What was an emergency visit on one Friday night, turned into a habit over a few weeks. Billy would usually come by every day unless he had a lot of work and he would shoot you a text if he wasn't coming. While you had exchanged numbers, most of your conversations were face-to-face. There was a pattern to his visits. One day he would come in the morning. The next day he would come in the afternoon. With every single visit, you learned a little more about him. He told you about his friends, his childhood, his time in the military and last but not least, about his military contracting company - Anvil.

Billy was crazy about you, at least that's what Frank told him when he entered his office or his penthouse. There weren't too many flowers, but Billy made sure to have a bouquet in every room of his penthouse. The same went for his office in Anvil. He had a security company and the place had to look as such, so he couldn’t make the place look like a garden. That was why giving flowers to his female employees also became a regular occurrence. At first, he got a few weird looks here and there, but he was overall known as a good and thoughtful boss, so everybody just went with it.

“Bill.” Frank tried to get his friend's attention when he saw him walk through the office door with yet another bouquet.

“Bill.” Still no response, he was currently filling a vase with fresh water.

“William Russo!” Frank growled at his friend, who jerked and finally decided to look at him.

“Hm?”

“You are smitten, brother. I've never seen you act like…this. When do I get to meet this mysterious flower girl? I'm beginning to think you just made her up.” Billy laughed, but Frank didn't. He kept his eyes on best friend, awaiting an answer.

“I can assure you that she is real, Frankie, and… I feel like she's good for me.”

“Have you asked her out yet?” Frank asked in a lighthearted teasing tone.

“No, not yet.” BIlly's voice was quiet but his friend heard the response very clearly.

“What? Why? Come on, I thought Billy the Beaut was back at it again.”

“I tried to ask her out once and do you know what happened? As soon as the word left my mouth she nearly choked on her coffee. To be honest, it was funny and cute, but at that moment I decided to wait. I don't want to mess this up, Franke. She doesn't even know it, but I think she makes me better.” A wave of realization washed over Billy. He didn't want to mess this up. He was always the one and done type of guy because he never thought that anyone would want more from him. The money, cars, suits, parties, it was cool, but one ever cared to dig deeper. Whenever there was a girl he thought he might like, it turned out she just wanted to cross his name off the list. So over time, he stopped seeing himself as something more. He thought that no one would ever want him romantically. He never thought that someone would like him for him and not for what he could give them or do for them. And you were… interested. In him, in what he did, how he did it, all that stuff that no one bothered to listen to. And you wanted to hear about it from him. He knew he had quite a reputation and at first, he was worried about what you might have heard about him. All those worries turned to dust when you told him that you didn't care what people said. He felt that he could be just himself.

“Well, that makes two of us. I have never seen you so happy. Hope it lasts.” With that, Frank got up from the chair opposite Billy and left the office.

“Yeah, me too,” Billy said to himself in a hushed voice before he started working.

#ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fic #billy russo cornelia street #billy russo flower shop #the punisher #frank castle #billy russo imagine

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angelbaugh-writes · 4 years

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A Favor {Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader}

Summary: The reader calls for help on babysitting her nephews from none other than Captain America. The experience ends with an important question.

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, hints of sexual themes at the end if you squint real hard

Author’s Note: My first one-shot that I’ve written in so long that wasn’t a request! I have a lot of non-requested fics in the works right now. I hope you guys like this one! I was babysitting my nephews the other day and it gave me this cute little idea. Thank you for reading! Xox Angel Baugh

You sat on the floor while your two nephews played. While the four-year-old was currently obsessed with Scooby-Doo, the six-year-old had an undying love for superheroes. A long-forgotten cartoon played on the television as the kids played.

Your brother had asked you to watch his sons a few days previously. Today he and his wife were finding out the gender of their third child. You were more than happy to help out, but you made him promise to tell you what they were told as soon as they got back.

“Hey, Y/n! Did you know that Captain America is really strong?” Jonathan, the older boy, said excitedly.

“I did! Did you know that I know Captain America?” His jaw dropped at your words.

“No way!”

You nodded, smiling, “I could call him right now.”

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Pulling out your phone, you clicked on the contact ‘O Captain My Captain’. Jonathan sat quietly in anticipation. His little brother pushed a small car around on the coffee table. You made faces at them as you waited for the man of the hour to pick up.

“Hey, doll,” his deep voice sounded through the phone.

“Hey. Are you busy right now?”

“No, I’m just helping Tony work on my suit. Did you need something?” You heard a distant mumbling before he spoke again. “Peter says hi.”

You smiled, “Tell Spider-Man I say hi.” Your nephew’s face lit up.

“’Pider-Man?” the younger of the two spoke happily.

“Would you want to come over? I have to prove to a couple of kids that I know Captain America,” you continued talking into your phone.

“Text me the address and I’ll be there. It’s about the time I meet the family, huh?” he laughed nervously. “I hope the kids don’t hate me.”

“They’ll love you. I’ll see you soon, Captain. Bye.”

“Captain America is coming to my house!” Jonathan squealed.

You texted your brother, making sure that having your boyfriend over was okay. After receiving a thumbs-up emoji, you sent the address to Steve. Calming the kids down before he arrived proved to be difficult. They’d finally sat down on the couch when there was a knock at the door. A groan left your lips as the two boys jumped up, running to the door.

“Wait!” you called after them. You pushed them behind you protectively before you opened the door. He stood there wearing a dark grey shirt that pictures his shield in the center. He knew the kids would love it.

“Hi, love,” Steve pulled you into a quick hug. You pulled away and shut the door behind him.

Your two nephews stood next to each other with their jaws to the floor. The toys were dropped and ignored. Laughing, you waved your hands in front of their faces.

“Boys, this is Captain America. Steve, these are my brother’s kids. The oldest is Jonathan. The baby is Jacob.” Steve reached his hand out and Jonathan shook it mesmerized. Jacob gave him a fist bump.

“Hey, guys. I heard you like superheroes.” His voice was soft and kind as he talked.

Jonathan was the first to speak up, “Hi, Captain America!”

“Since you’re my friend, you can call me Steve.”

“I’m friends with Captain America!”

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You knew Steve was good with kids, but seeing him play games with your sweet nephews awakened something in you. The three boys were now sitting in a circle talking about the shows they like to watch. Steve had absolutely no idea what was being said. Nonetheless, he still tried his best to follow the conversation.

“Then the big bad guy sent his cats to attack the boss baby and his big brother! His cats were hiding everywhere,” Jonathan babbled on. His parents walked through the door seconds later.

“Mommy! Daddy!” The two children ran to their parents.

“Hey, kiddos! Did you have fun with Aunt Y/N and her friend?” your brother bent down to hug his kids.

“Oh my gosh! Aunt Y/N is gonna marry Captain America!” You eyed your nephew curiously. “I saw them kissing when they were supposed to get us snacks!” Heat rose to your cheeks. One quick glance told you that Steve was just embarrassed as you were. Your brother laughed softly at his son’s words.

“We got some news about the baby. Do you guys want to hear it?” your sister-in-law asked you and Steve. You nodded eagerly.

“Was I right?”

She nodded, grinning widely, “Yep, we’re having a girl!” You swiftly pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you guys. The little ones need a princess to put them in their place,” you joke as you backed up. “Congratulations. Are you excited?”

“I’m excited to buy dresses and bows. You’ll have to come with me shopping before she comes.”

Steve stood next to you, listening to the conversation. His hand rested on the small of your back as you spoke.

“Hey, man. I’m Mark,” your brother greeted Steve. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting me come help Y/N. The kids are fun to hang out with. Congratulations on the oncoming addition.”

“Thanks. Care for a beer while the girls talk? If I know them as well as I believe I do, you’re going to be stuck here for a minute.”

He laughed, “Sounds great.” He kissed your temple gently before following your brother into the kitchen. You sent him a smile.

“He’s a keeper,” Caroline commented. “He’s great with kids, and I can tell he’s already wrapped around your finger.”

“Steve’s amazing. I don’t know where I’d be without him.”

You followed Caroline back to the living room. The children followed and turned back to their toys. The two of you sat on the couch. She sighed, looking at the two boys in pure adoration.

“Have you thought about having kids?” The question shocked you, but you’d been thinking about it all day.

“I’d love to have kids. I’m getting closer to that age. All I have to do is talk to Steve about it. We’ve been together coming on a year now, but I think he’s the one.”

The woman wiped away a stray tear, “Stupid hormones! That is so sweet. He’d make a good baby daddy. I’d kill to have some blonde babies.” You laughed with her.

An hour later, you and Steve were ready to leave.

“Bye Y/N! I love you,” Jacob embraced your legs tightly.

“Bye, baby. I’ll come back soon, okay?”

Jonathan looked up at you, “Can Steve come with you next time, too?”

“I’m sure I can drag him over again.”

The two of you walked hand and hand to your car. His motorcycle was parked just behind it. You stopped walking before you reached the driver’s side.

“I have a question,” you bit your lip nervously.

“What is it, doll?”

“I know the serum messed with your aging. Does that mean you’re still fertile?” you smirked at your boyfriend.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #Avengers #The Avengers #marvel #tony stark #Iron Man #peter parker #spider-man

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essaysbyciara · 4 years

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Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapter 18]

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapters 17]

WHAT? Yes. This story is alive! Well, it’s been alive and kickin’ on Wattpad for the past few weeks but I decided to update the story here since y’all the day ones. Plus I’m building a MASTERLIST of my stuffs so I wanted to have everything together.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Ci! Girl, the trunk ain't that big..." Ashley steps outside to see Ciara's face showing a joyful kind of surprise as Winston struggles to wipe the smile off of his face. She interrupts their romance-movie gazes at each other, slamming the hard-oak door to the AirBnB behind her causing them both to break their gaze. "Ci, you good...?"

Ciara reluctantly exits her love story. "Ash, yeah ... I'm good. This is Winston. We go to Penn together. We just ran into each other." Winston walks up to shake Ashley's hand, his good boy manners getting the best of him. Ashley wasn't ready for all that politeness but she appreciates Winston's respectful nature.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley, I presume?"

"Good call ... the bottles are in the trunk, right?" Ashley presses Ciara on with a heavy look inside of the trunk. As much as she would love to meet new friends, she relishes her first weekend off in months and doesn't want to stop her fun to be friendly. She grabs the bottles of Hennessey and some cheap box wine and proceeds to walk back into the house, waving bye to Winston with her elbow. He goes back in for more conversation with Ciara.

"You guys are in for some fun, huh?"

"Yep, girl's weekend. I needed a break from my thesis."

"Ah, man. Me too, me too. I didn't want to come up for this planning meeting for my church..."

Winston jumped onto so many committees, he lost count. The more commitments, the more he doesn't have time to toll away at his papers.

"Where do you go?"

"Flower Street Baptist..."

Ciara knows Flower Street to be Y'lan's church and begins to understand how Winston and Y'lan got to know each other. It's another painful reminder that Trevante still doesn't know about her and Y'lan's past. She figures that Y'lan will be with Trevante this weekend and fears the moment Trevante tells all and Y'lan feels pushed to let the cat out of the bag about he and Ciara's last conversation together. It was only days ago that Y'lan confronted Ciara about her relationship with Trevante all the while somewhat confessing to her that he still carried feelings for her. Ciara's chest tenses up at the conversation she must have with Trevante once she gets home but she desires an escape from her emotions and Winston can provide that.

"FSB, yeah. Solid church. Reverend J.B. Jones, yeah ...so what brought you down the road here?"

"There's a trailway up ahead that the lodge owner recommended. I, uh, just needed to clear my head for a minute." Winston wants to escape as well. Boggled down in meetings and planning groups all day, he wants to take his mind off of everything from Flower Street to his thesis. Ciara's been in the recesses of his mind since she messaged him back about the playlist. Ciara didn't know that certain songs on the playlist were for her in mind, soundtracks to the what-ifs only if the Universe got everybody out of the way. But if "Can We Talk?" by Tevin Campbell could be acted out in this moment, why stop it? "I'm actually about to take a walk around real quick if you want me to show you where it is?"

"Oh, man. Yes! Let me just let my girls know. " Ciara jumps ahead of the curve. Winston's heart just jumps. He watches her walk inside of the house, emotions growing from bewildered into excitement. He texts Y'lan the good news.

Hey, man. Guess who I ran into up here?

Y'lan doesn't have much time to respond to Winston once Trevante, Stephan and the rest of Trevante's fraternity brothers barge their way throughout the multi-level rental just outside of Center City. They wanted to be close to Old City -- all the bars and hangout spots -- plus a short Uber ride to the strip club.

As the crowd grows larger, Y'lan's face grows more nervous. Y'lan, unlike his older brothers, didn't do the fraternity thing in college because he was scared by all of the stories he heard. Tre and Michael's fraternity brothers are living up to the hype.

"I can't believe you married her, bruh." Stephan says to Malik, one of the older fraternity brothers. "She was a damn slide..." He's on his third glass of Crown and letting himself get all the way loose. Trevante watches Malik's nostrils flare up and knows it's time to cut this out. "Yo, Stephan. Watch your mouth."

"Whatever, Tre. He knows I'm just playing. Tracee is a sweeeeeeetheart." The laughs and snickers carry throughout the room and Trevante's laugh is a mixture between embarrassment and wince. "Plus, who are you to say shit? You run through bitches like a track meet, Tre!"

Trevante waivers on whether to tell his friends about his new normal; about this girl named Ciara who came into his life after a moment of tragedy and became the woman that he saw himself building a future with. This woman who Y'lan is starting to fall back in love with and who he just learned is up in the Poconos with Winston.

Trevante decides to wait.

@doublesidedscoobysnacks @diva-princess-on-fleek @voyagetoadinas9 @walkrstalkrightuptothesun @wvsspoppin @dreamlovealways @rockwit609 @thegayaxeman @joyfulwombatdreamermaker @blackpinup22 @hookedtoherfire @kris-did-it @l-auteuse @styleismyaddiction

#trevante rhodes x fanfiction #y'lan noel #winston duke #trevante rhodes #thy neighbor

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polygamyff · 4 years

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33. Part 3

Placing the bottle of Moet on the table, that is what I don’t want and also this number is a no “you can have it Tina” holding the paper out to her “you think I lick pussy? Shut up” she hit my hand, I chuckled “well I will leave it here for Shawn” placing the paper on the table “is there room for two more niggas?” looking up from the table “if it ain’t Shawn Carter” getting up from the couch “Maurice Davenport” dapping Jay “I heard you was here, I saw Tina. I goes I know he is here too” shuffling to the side a little “you been stalking me now? I didn’t take you as a stalking type” moving out of the way as Jay said hi to Tina “two Shawn’ in one room, I can’t do this” dapping Diddy “there is two rich Sean’ in the room, that is what it is. I was supposed to say it to you. Thank you for the invite to the Dubai opening, I couldn’t come. Kids, you know how it is. When they grow up, it’s worse I am telling you now, and this is your beautiful sister, Nalah right” Diddy can stay away from my sister to be honest, he need to not look at her like a meal, I saw that “I wouldn’t say beautiful, but if you say so” I laughed “shut up, nice to actually meet you” I am kind of glad they are here because Jay seems in deep conversation with Tina now, she ain’t flirting with him “you not sitting down?” Diddy said “well I am waiting for your black ass to sit, the fuck!” I spat, he pushed by me “well my black ass is sitting down now. How have you been, it’s been a while since we met up” sitting down next to Diddy “good, it’s a lot. From what I was to now, it’s tiring” Diddy nodded his head in agreement “but you was in a bad place at that moment in your life, when you was in Miami you didn’t care for anything. You hated everything but I knew you was straight, you was a good man. I said it to Jay, I goes he will get far but he needs help. I saw your dad, and then I heard he caught you and put you in rehab. I felt it was my fault and then I didn’t really hear from you or see you. I heard from Jay how you was, you got married and all that but I was rooting for you” Diddy put his arm around me “you got us old dogs here for you, we can always help you. You know this, shit will be hard but when you a billionaire in your own right and it is coming you will feel good. Aye Jay” Diddy nudged Jay “how do you feel if we have a third billionaire on the team?” he asked “it would feel good, it don’t matter how you get it but it’s how you deliver the end product” these old cats have been around so they know.

I have stayed out way longer then I should have, but I will leave once these two leave which they ain’t. There is a lot to speak on I guess, looking up from the corner of my eye and she is back but to clean up the table. I know beauty when I see it “are you taking that?” she pointed at that paper, oh she done seen it “what is that?” Diddy said, I was about to grab it but he got there first. He going to be so annoying about this now “what is this? Is this your number, did you give your number to him? And he placed it on the table? Oh wow, Maurice, now that is rude” licking my lips trying to not laugh “I am with someone already, and I am happy with that” I explained “there is always space for a side piece, clearly she wants to be it. You’re a good-looking man, still young” snatching the paper form him “listen, I am flattered. You’re very beautiful and if I was single, I would. Honestly, I really would but I am happy. I am engaged, ignore this nigga” Diddy is cackling at the side of me with his arm around me “I swear to god” I said, she leaned forward, she has nice boobs “your loss” she said, closing my eyes sighing out “probably is but you’re a beautiful girl, here” grabbing her hand and placed the paper in her hand “I am in love with my girl, you’re beautiful and I am sure any man would treat you like a queen” closing her hand “this is not like you at all, my man Maurice settled huh” moving my hand back “what on earth are you doing!?” Nalah spat as a Napkin fell in my lap “what!?” I said “oh he is giving her number back to her Nalah, she gave her number to him and he declined” Shawn answered for me as my sister side eyed me.

I am grateful that we are leaving “for a married man, Beyonce let you out this long?” I asked, Jay placed his hands on my shoulders “that is because this happens once a month, anything more it would have been a no, but it’s great seeing you here, seeing you around. We should meet up again and invite me ok?” he pointed at me “when your dad signs it over to you, I want to see it ok?” he got his hand out to me “for sure” grabbing his hand and hugged him “good seeing Maurice” Diddy said, dapping him as he made his way around me “we going now?” I said to Shawn “yeah, we going. You can go ahead, Ally you get his car for him” Shawn said, I feel a little tipsy actually “yes, SUV should be outside, let’s go” Ally put her jacket on “cool, you coming ugly?” I said to Nalah “I came here alone so I can go alone” waving her off as I walked off, nobody want to hear her mouth “you going?” Tina said, I near hit into her “yeah, I am tired also I am feeling tipsy but good meeting you momma” hugging her “oh you are getting tipsy, ok. I will contact you, be safe now” nodding my head as I walked off, making my way to the exit. I will be sleeping like a baby tonight, weed and booze is putting my ass to sleep, good stuff “what you think then?” Ally asked as we both walked out “to Tina?” I asked as I placed a cigarette between my lips, the security stepped to the side as the cold hit us, it is cold out here tonight “yes, you agree or not?” I abruptly stopped, patting my pockets. I groaned out because I have lost my lighter “here” looking to the side of me, that chick is following me “my shift ended, I am not following you” she lit my cigarette for me “right, are you done?” Ally said, moving my cigarette back “thank you, ma’am” holding my hand out “Maurice” she shook my hand “Dakota” letting out an oh “beautiful name, remember what I said though. Don’t ever lower your standards because me, I’m a dickhead. Ask Ally about standards” I pointed at Ally “fuck you!” Ally spat “see, you seem very young. I am old now” seeing her outside the club, she looks very young “I just turned twenty-two” letting out an oh “and you did that? For an old man like me” she laughed but she got shy, very shy “I just you know, like you” Ally groaned out and walked off “it’s here!” the SUV is here “you’re too young for me but stay safe ok” she’s sweet as fuck, cute now hearing her properly talk too “can I take a selfie with you? You’re kind of famous so you know” looking over at my SUV “uh” it’s causing traffic “quick then” placing the cigarette between my lips watching her unlock her phone, moving my cigarette back as she aimed her phone up, she is way shorter than me. Blowing the smoke out as I leaned down with my arms behind my back smiling into her camera “thank you, you hiring though?” she ain’t quitting, moving backwards “you need to check the website for that ma, bye” turning around.

Ally got jealous, I ain’t dumb “so you quiet because I been speaking to another girl? I actually kindly declined, I wasn’t rude” she needs to get over herself “Maurice, honestly. I am not the girl Robyn needs to worry about, she needs to realise I am not it. It’s around you, I am not even angry. It’s just annoying to see because we know what pictures do, mark my words you will be saying it to me. You right I did, and I say did but I am over that. I have moved on, I did love you but I love you enough to want good for you. You don’t think you was flirting, chile. Her panties was soaking near you, and it’s like you think you’re being nice, kindly declined. Oh boy, let me leave it alone. Socialite!” Ally spat, she is being too loud “you know what Ally, you women just be too easy. Maybe y’all need to stop being so damn easy huh?” I ain’t wrong “you’re talking out of your ass, I am being nice to you but good luck with Robyn” I would kick her ass out “you using Robyn’ name like it’s a swear word, you being her cheerleader now? She don’t even like you, that was nothing, really fucking nothing. You’re jealous” I am right “I am angry, you just said to her know your worth but me I am trash because I lowered myself to you” I laughed “you did lower yourself to your knees did you not!?” she is funny “fuck you! I hope Robyn causes so much issues for you, and I expect a fucking apology from you, because honestly this is supposed to be a new chapter for us as colleagues, you still making sly remarks, sat there stinking of booze and weed, don’t speak!” I wanted peace anyways.

You know when you don’t want to see your phone but then you do, you don’t want to see anything, I just don’t know. I don’t need the negative vibes right now. I hope Maurice text me and he has put goodnight, I am going to bed “let me just look at my phone” reaching over and grabbing my phone, I frowned as the phone light is bright as fuck, my poor eyes. Dragging the screen down to lower the brightness, that is better, flicking the screen up. I let out a deep sigh because there has been no text from Maurice at all, nothing from anyone really. Just a message that my period is coming up, thanks for that. Unlocking my phone, I am honestly not going to be grumpy today, I have cried it all out last night. I am going to be positive about things, I have a lot of thinking to do which involved me and my daughter’ future, what will make us better. My mom will be a good person to actually speak too about this, I need to get out of bed actually. Tapping on Instagram as soon as the notification came, Kellen is tagging me in things since when. Then again he tagged me in the picture of Dubai of Maurice and I, I don’t know his game but I am just staying well-. My brain just stopped, like my train of thoughts just stopped “the fuck” I said to myself, why is he holding her hand, smiling. What the fuck is he putting in her hand, my heart literally just dropped “this is just bullshit, because I know Maurice. He wouldn’t ever do that” I spoke to myself, sliding across the pictures. So he’s been with Jay Z and Diddy that night, he is very happy anyways. Scrolling down to the caption and reading to myself “Socialite Maurice Davenport back at it again with the bottle service girl” they have tagged this girl, what the fuck is happening. He didn’t text me, he could be in bed with another woman. Tapping the girl’ name, of course this bitch hasn’t got a locked account. I feel like I am that mad girlfriend again, a fucking gain, with Naomi I did this and now look at me. My heart is beating so fast right now, there is a fucking picture of them together. Tapping onto the picture, examining the picture. He isn’t touching her at all, scrolling down to the caption “I met Maurice Davenport tonight, thank you for the sweet words. He is a great guy” tapping on the comments to add my own fucking comment “Robyn! Look at this” my mom walked into my room with flowers in hand “Maurice sent them” between her smile and those flowers, I am angry “what is wrong?” my mom said “him!” I spat, he sent sorry flowers I am so pissed off.

“I hate these social media things, so this is what has upset you?” my mom gave me my phone back , she looks disgusted “yes” she removed her glasses “I don’t like all this business Robyn” locking my phone placing it at the side of me “right, whatever well I saw that and he fucking sent sorry flowers, I am not that girl. I won’t be. I can’t live like this, when I think he will cheat on me” my mom sat on the side of my bed “stop being so biased because you like him” she really is “you have been in a bad mood since you found out he was going to the club, I want you to be a woman about it. The worse thing you can do is bark at a man, you love him and I get it” my mom sighed out “I love your father a lot but if I barked at him instead of talking to him we wouldn’t last, he is a handsome man and I too get jealous but I know he loves me” pulling a face “I mean, the way you both are arguing recently, that ain’t working” I am being rude “because some things you can’t fix, but that is a different conversation Robyn. Look how long we have been together, it happens. Doesn’t mean we are breaking up, but I want you to be a woman about it. And also this social media business, keep off it. Call him, now, ask him” maybe my mom saved a lot right now, grabbing my phone from the side of me “I just think Maurice wouldn’t lose such a beautiful girl like you. He loves you, I know. We have had our conversations together” my mom is biased because she adores him now, probably a son she never had. Pressing my phone to my ear as it rang out “if he don’t pick up then I am going to ignore him back” my mom shushed me “you handle it like a woman” she said again “hey” he said down the phone, he sounds like he has just woke up “I want you back in LA, now. You text me when you are here, I am not speaking to you over this phone. Hurry up” disconnecting the call and stared at my mom “woman enough? I didn’t swear, right?” my mom sighed out.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @akai-coat!

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Be Still my Foolish Heart (Don't Ruin this for me)

Chapter 1

Alec stared at the green and gold invitation with the words ‘You are invited to the wedding of Lorenzo Rey and Andrew Underhill’ written in cursive in front of him with contempt. It seemed to be the source of all his suffering since he got it exactly 14 hours and 23 minutes ago. Oh God, he would have to go, wouldn’t he?

Most of the people in the coffee shop stayed away from him. He did look quite intimidating with his piercing blue eyes that looked like they were going to burn a hole into your heart and all black clothes (but don’t blame him—he was having a bad day, okay?).

Ah, yes. His coffee. He needed his coffee. He sighed, even though he’d ordered it over fifteen minutes ago, it still wasn’t here. He could barely keep his eyes open without it, and for a good reason. He hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, stressing over the invitation and a mostly useless conversation with his sister and her girlfriends. (“What should I do, Izzy? Lorenzo invited me to his wedding. To Underhill.”

“Andrew Underhill and Lorenzo Rey?” She had asked incredulously over the phone. “Your ex and your former best friend? They’re together?” He confirmed it, hoping she wouldn’t freak out. Instead, she laughed. “Maia, Clary!” she had yelled “Get over here!”)

He loved his sister (he was still getting used to Clary though and Maia was pretty cool) but he hadn’t needed her telling him that he needed to get a date or he was just going to look pathetic. He already knew that, thank you very much.

But he didn’t know anyone who could be his date. The only other gay or bi/pan man he knew was Simon Lewis. And both Lorenzo and Underhill knew that Simon was still going strong with his brother, Jace.

Or he could, you know, just not go. “And look like you’re still hung up on Lorenzo?’ A voice in his head said. “Suck it up, Lightwood. You’re going.” By the Angel, his life sucked.

“One caramel Frappuccino for Alexander Lightwood! Extra sugar!” The woman called.

Magnus Bane was not having a terrible morning. His ex, Lorenzo Rey, had just invited him to his wedding (and he didn’t have anyone to go with), his cat ran away (third time this week but it was frustrating) and he was suffering from a monster hangover. And he couldn’t even magic it away because it was wolfsbane he took in at Cat’s last night. And wolfsbane makes magic weak.

He doesn’t even remember why he chose it.

So yes, he was in a bad mood. And, yes, he was currently in line to get coffee at an actual coffee shop because, again, he couldn’t magic some into his hands. “Your order sir?” the lady at the counter asked. He gave her a blank stare. Why was he here again? “You’re holding up the line, sir,” she said, annoyed.

“Ah yes!” he said, snapping back. Coffee. Hangover. He remembered now. “One black coffee for Magnus Bane, please.”

She gave him a tight smile. “Coming right up, sir. That’ll be five dollars.”

He fished for his credit card, just as the woman shouted, “One caramel Frappuccino for Alexander Lightwood! Extra sugar!”

Magnus’ blood froze. Alexander Lightwood? The Alexander Lightwood? In this coffee shop? Probably with his life together, married to Lydia something with three kids, judging Magnus for the dark circles and shitty apartment? That one? No, no. It could be some other Alexander lightwood. He tried not to turn, staying frozen. And, yeah, he’s not weak, he can handle another ex. He’s Magnus bane for god- He turns. What can he say—he’s weak. Yeah it’s definitely that Alexander Lightwood.

Well, shit.

Alec stood up to get his coffee, taking the paper with him so he could throw it away. Finally. No more tired…? Was that a sentence? She handed it to him, and he took it gladly. He took a sip and-

“Uh, hey Alec.”

He recognised that voice. But it couldn’t be-

“Magnus,” he said, “how are you? Why are you here?” He internally winced. That came out wrong. “I-I meant, uh, can’t you just… magic coffee into your hands?’ Magnus gave him an awkward smile. “Yeah, usually, but, um, wolfsbane.” “Oh, yeah, that sucks.” It was silent and just as Alec was about to go back to his table, Magnus spoke up. “So I noticed the invitation in your hands…”

Magnus felt his face heat up. ‘I noticed the invitation in your hands’? How had he ever been with someone like Alec if he couldn’t even manage to not embarrass himself every five minutes. This was a mistake. A big mistake. But, at least, even if Alec said no, nothing would change. They would go back to pretending the other didn’t exist.

“I got one too.”

Alec looked confused. “That’s nice?”

“I don’t have a date and I assume that you don’t either.” This was going worse than he hoped. It just sounded like he was mocking him. Someone kill him. Now. And then he said it.

“What I’m saying is, can you go with me?”

Alec blinked. What. Was. Happening.

“Uh... could you repeat that?” He asked.

“Can you be my fake date?” Magnus repeated. His heart sank. Of course Magnus had meant it that way. He didn’t have feelings for Alec (even if Alec did). This would just be pretend. But this was the closest he was going to get on ever acting out on those. He should think this through, instead he just said, “Yeah, sure. Do you have my phone number?”

His headache forgotten, Magnus smiled. His heart was doing strange things. It jumped around in his chest, did a little jig, probably died for a few minutes and then came back only to squeal.

Somehow, his immense stupidity hadn’t scared off the (former) love of his life. He’d blurted out a completely random suggestion in the heat of the moment, and ALEXANDER FREAKIN LIGHTWOOD took him up on it. He had managed to secure a date to his ex’s wedding with another one of his exes. It was a fake date, of course, and would only last for the duration of that wedding, but still. This was the closest he would get to being with the only person he's ever been truly serious about.

He beamed at the man in front of him. “Uh-huh, text you the details later? I gotta leave right now…”

Alec smiled back. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes YES. He could barely contain his excitement. “That’s cool. Bye!” he said, trying to not sound like he was going to die of happiness any moment now as Magnus gave him one last wave before walking out.

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

Magnus: Hi

Magnus: it's me

Magnus: bane, I mean

Magnus: wanted to ask; are we still up for the fake dating thing?

Alec: Hi

And yeah, lol

Magnus

Cool! Want to go suit shopping tomm? I get free at five.

Alec: Yeah, that's fine with me! Luke's shop?

Magnus: sure!

Magnus sighed. It was time for suit shopping.

“Well, how do I look?” Alec questioned, straightening his tie in front of the mirror. He was wearing a white dress shirt and fitted dark blue pants along with a navy blazer. He didn’t look quite bad, if he said so himself.

(Honestly, he wished he didn’t have to spend money on these suits but he didn’t really have any at home and no way in hell was he asking his father for one.)

He turned, showing it off. “Magnus?” he asked. The warlock hadn’t replied yet, staring at him intently.

“Huh?” said warlock asked. “What?”

Alec wondered if maybe Magnus had been admiring him, and then told his mind to shut up because of course he wasn’t.

“I asked if this was fine?” he repeated.

“You look good,” Magnus said. “Really good. I think this is the one.”

He grinned and Magnus gave him his sunshine smile in return the one that could light up the whole room.

“You’re not buying one?” Alec wondered as they walked out.

Magnus shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “I have one at home. If I add a bit of glitter to it, it’ll be perfect.”

Alec laughed and Magnus almost banged into a sour looking businessman. He missed that laugh. That wonderful laugh.

“I assume that ‘a bit’ means a lot?”

“Always,” Magnus said. “Glitter forever.”

Alec snorted. “That sounds like one of those slogans you’d find on a top from H & M.”

“Hey! I like H & M. Most of their dresses are my size and don’t get me started on those soft sweatshirts.”

“Okay,” Alec said. “Okay.”

Oh my god, he was in a rom-com, wasn’t he?

Magnus:

We need a story

Alec;

What

Magnus:

In case anyone asks how we got back together

Alec:

Can’t we just tell them that we never broke up???

Alec:

Pretty sure rey and underhill didn’t even realise

Magnus:

I dont think thats how it works.

I've read a lot of fanfiction, you know, you should trust me

Alec:

Fine. but you come up with it

Magnus:

We met at a coffee shop and rekindled our love for each other???

Alec:

That works

Magnus:

Alec:

Magnus:

hey i’ve gotta go right now cat’s calling

Magnus:

Bye ;)

Alec held the phone to his heart. His heart was beating way too loudly over something not even remotely romantic or important. He was such a fool.

Magnus:

Hey

Magnus: So I just realised

Magnus:

That the date is actually the 27th

Alec:

Ummm, yeah???

Magnus:

Which is tomorrow

Alec:

and?

Magnus:

I thought it was on the 2nd

Of jan

Alec:

But you don’t have any plans tomm right???

Magnus:

No??? But it’s surprising?

Alec stared at the phone with a small smile. Gods, Magnus was cute. And he missed him, really missed him. But that didn’t matter, because it was never going to happen.

Magnus had made that very clear when they’d broken up. But, if he was being honest, he would go through all of that pain again just got to say “I love you” to Magnus once more.

Chapter 3

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Alec:

I’m outside your apartment

Magnus:

So come inside?

Alec:

I can't

Magnus:

It's only polite

“Welcome,” Magnus said, gesturing around, “to my humble abode.” It was messy, to say the least. Clothes were thrown around everywhere, Alec could hear meowing from… somewhere. The vents, maybe?

But Magnus- Magnus was gorgeous. He was, as promised, covered in glitter. He had some blue paint around his hair, but not the face paint kind but stripes. He had had his beard trimmed and his eyes weren't concealed like they usually were. No, they were the gold cat eyes that Alec had fallen for.

And would fall for again, a million times over.

“Drinks?” Magnus asked, pouring a glass for himself.

“Don’t you want to save it for later?” Alec smirked. “I don’t think either of us will get through the wedding without a few shots.”

“If we can survive through that in an hour,” Magnus said, “we can survive this right now.”

That was dumb, but fair.

Okay so maybe it was more dumb than fair.

Alec was drunk. Very drunk. And they were late. Very late.

“Alec, Magnus,” Lorenzo greeted them, a huge grin on his face.

Magnus tried to smile back vut Alec tripped, falling on Lorenzo and then giving him a hug.

“Hey,” he said, his voice was weirdly high-pitched. “I’m happy for you, man. Happy. Very happy. That you both are getting married.” He paused. “I mean, I would have been happier if the reason you two had gotten together wasn’t you cheating on me with him, my best friend since I was three years old, on christmas, two years ago, but still. It’s in the past.”

Lorenzo visibly paled and Magnus wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or be mortified.

A mix of both, maybe.

“I’ll, uh,” Magnus said. “Just take him outside, he needs some air.” Lorenzo nodded mutely and Magnus couldn’t be happier to do just what he said.

“What was that?” he hissed. “That was a long time ago and you know it!”

Alec stared at him from under his eyelashes, and, for some reason, Magnus couldn't bring himself to be angry at him.

“Not long enough,” Alec said, finally.

“Oh,” Magnus said bitterly, hsi heart sinking. “So you’re still hung up on Lorenzo. That’s what this is?” Maybe he wasn’t going to get the guy this time either.

Alec shook his head. “Lorenzo?” he asked, maybe to himself. “No! No, no, no!”

“Then what?” Magnus asked. “What could have possibly possessed you to do that.”

Alec sat down on the stairs. “You?” he said, feebly.

Magnus didn’t reply. “You’re not in the right mind,” he said, sitting down on the stairs next to him.

“But I am!” Alec protested. “Can’t yousee?”

“See what?”

“I’m still in love with you!”

“What?”

Alec sighed. “It broke me, Magnus, when you said we shouldn't be together anymore. I know it would’ve been heard to maintain a long distance relationship, especially since my college was in London, but we could’ve managed. Somehow. I almost quit after my first semester, because I could barely get out of bed. I didn't have any friends, and I didn't talk to anyone anymore. Izzy had to drag me out, and she made me okay again. But I still loved you. And I do right now too. And it hurts me so much that you don’t.”

“Who says I don’t.”

Alec laughed coldly and stood up, walking away, hsi hands in his pockets. "Yeah right," Magnus heard him say.

Magnus reached out towards him. “Alec, wait.”

“It’s fine,” Alec said, and Magnus almost swore that he wa crying. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. I’ll get Izzy to pick me up.” And Magnus could only watch as the love of his life left him.

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loosley inspired by anon: Hi! Can you do an Eddie/VenomXreader with reader as a prison psychologist at San Quentin where Cletus Kasady is? Maybe EddieXreader have been working together for awhile when Carnage arrives and shit hits the fan? Thank you so much!

Description: Reader and Eddie have been paired up for a journalism project. The reader was intrigued by the case of Cletus Kasady and decided to go along with Eddie for his interview. Shit goes wild from there.

(Y’all don’t judge me too hard over this one, it’s honestly a stretch.)

You were popping your knuckles like you always did before meeting someone. You had been wanting to meet the maniac for quite some time, he intrigued you a great amount. You wondered what made him click. You wondered what was going on in his mind. You wondered what you would say to him, or even the man who was accompanying you. He was a very buff man. He was handsome. But you had no time for that. Your focus today was Cletus Kasady.

The guard escorted you and Eddie back to where they kept Cletus. Eddie held a small notebook in his hand. “Notes,” you questioned. Eddie looked at you, “Just the important stuff. Stuff that I can’t forget.” You nodded at Eddie. The guard stopped you and Eddie directly before the large steel door. “Don’t try anything stupid. He’s smarter than he looks. We don’t need more blood on our hands,” he warned you of Cletus.

“Hey, Red~ I got some visitors for ya’,” he spoke as he opened the door to reveal a many in a straight-jacket. He smiled at Eddie, “Hi, Eddie,” he paused and looked at you, “And... you brought me a friend?” Eddie looked at you to make sure you were not discouraged. You were not. The psychopath did not scare you, not in the slightest. You did not even feel a need to have your guard up. You wondered if that was a bad thing. “She’s my partner,” Eddie tried to get the attention off you. “Well, it was nice of you to bring such a pretty girl here,” he smirked. You did not break your stone-cold face. Eddie was becoming anxious as Cletus continued to taunt you. “C’mon, Cletus. Let’s talk, just you and me,” Eddie broke the attention from you. “Come a little closer, Eddie. I can’t see you all that well,” Cletus stared. Eddie whispered to you, “Don’t move.” You did not mind Eddie trying to protect you. But the thing was, you did not need his protection. You decided to creep forward slightly behind Eddie, not quite coming as close to Cletus as Eddie was.

Eddie stopped barely a yard away from Cletus’ little jail box. Cletus smiled at Eddie, “Eddie, when I get out of here - and I will - there’s gonna be carnage. The likes that San Quentin couldn’t dream of. I promise, Eddie, you and I are gonna have some fun times. And as for you, pretty girl, I think you and I can have a different kind of fun.” You felt your stomach churn at Cletus’ remark. A very quiet “Ew,” left your lips. Cletus heard and licked his lips at you. Cletus’ smile went to a grim frown. His eyes went dark... darker then before. Suddenly, the guard grabbed you by the back of the arm. You spun around, “Wh-what?!” “You both need to go,” he demanded as he grabbed Eddie too. The guard slammed the giant door behind you as he escorted you back away from Cletus.

Eddie was clearly frustrated that his interview was cut short. His notebook was crunched up in his fist. You did not want to look up at Eddie, so you watched your own feet on the floor. A beam of sunlight glared into your eyes as you reached the exit. The sun was going down. The guard thanked you and Eddie for stopping by, “You can come by some other time to finish. There’s some... things going on right now that we have to take care of.” Before you could say a word, the door was closed. You furrowed your eyebrows. “FUCK,” Eddie shouted. You turned to face Eddie in your startled state. “Fuck, Goddammit! I cannot go down this path again! I can’t loose another... I KNOW THAT! SHUT IT,” Eddie was arguing with himself. You watched as Eddie composed himself. You did not question him. You only watched. Eddie shot a look at you that could have killed, “Are you ready to leave?” You felt your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, “Y-yeah... I’ll call my Uber-” “Get on my bike.” Eddie attempted to hand over a helmet to you, but you did not take it. “I’ve never road before,” you insisted keeping your composure. “You just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight. I’ll take you home so you don’t have to waste your money on some over-priced taxi,” Eddie’s mind was else where. You knew he was mad about not getting a full interview with Cletus. What was spoken was more in the form of threats. Eddie put the helmet on your head, “C’mon, it’s getting dark.” You smiled at Eddie as you strapped the helmet under your chin. You got on behind Eddie, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Eddie smiled over his shoulder, “Ready?” You nodded into his back. Eddie chuckled to himself as he took off.

Eddie stopped his bike in front of your apartment. You were a little shaken, but would never let Eddie know that. You enjoyed the ride back wit Eddie. Eddie helped you off the bike. You did not lead on that you were a little shaken, but Eddie could tell by how tight our grip was on him. You smiled at Eddie, “I really appreciate the ride.” Eddie smiled a goofy grin, “No problem, scardie cat.” You rolled your eyes, “Oh, shut up.” You and Eddie laughed. “We should... hangout. Outside of these circumstances. Not with a murderer third-wheeling, y’know,” Eddie smiled. “I would love that, Eddie,” you smiled. You took Eddie’s crumbled notebook out of his jacket pocket and wrote your cell number in it. Eddie bit his lip as your body slowly backed away from his. He watched you closely. Eddie’s mind was running with thoughts of you. Your smell was alluring to him. The beautiful, sweet flower scent made his mind imagine lustful things. “I’ll see you, Eddie,” you bit your lip. “Bye, Princess,” he licked his lips. “Drive safe, Eddie,” you headed inside you apartment. You were very happy with how things had went over with Eddie.

You sat in your apartment, texting Eddie. You sent him a picture of Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons that read “Interview went great, huh?” Eddie sent laughing emojis. The entirety of your conversation went like this. Joke after joke. It made you smile. Everything was going great until you heart a somewhat distant explosion. It was so far away it sounded like a gunshot. You texted Eddie to ask if he had heard it too. He hadn’t, but he encouraged you check the local news. You clicked the remote to the local news channel. To your surprise, there had been an incident at San Quentin. You texted Eddie, “Looking like our friend is coming our way.” Eddie sent another laughing emoji, “I’m sure. Bring it on.” Eddie told you he had some personal things to do and would text back when he could. You told him you might be hitting the hay soon, it was no problem. You laid on your couch thinking about San Quentin. Your jokes were beginning to bleed into your paranoia. You tried to laugh it off. You knew no one could break out of San Quentin. You felt your eyes getting heavy. You did not really feel like moving from the couch, so you decided to sleep there.

You were awoke by the sound of breaking glass. You sat straight up on the couch. You turned to see a familiar face standing directly across from you. It was Cletus Kasady. You felt your heart sink. “Wh-What the hell?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU~” “Shut it, sweetie,” Cletus began to make his way toward you. You jumped to your feet, but your legs gave out from under you. You fell to your knees in fear. Cletus knelled in front of you, taking your chin in his hand. “It feels so nice to touch you... you’re so much softer then I imagined,” he smirked in your face. You fell backwards in an attempt to get away from him. Cletus smiled, “I could tell earlier that you’re interested in me, Y/N. I’m not gonna lie, you got me going earlier. I couldn’t resist coming here. I needed to see you.” You felt your eyes widen. Cletus was no longer touching you. He had his back against the couch as he stared at your body on the floor. “It’s not fun when you’re this easy,” Cletus whispered. You sat up slowly. You stared at the man as his blank expression clicked off your TV. “H-How the h-h-hell did you get here,” you stuttered. “That’s not important right now. All good things come to those who wait,” he grinned at you. “Listen here, I know how bad you are going to want to reach for your phone, believe you me I do, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t. You might as well let me have it,” Cletus glared at you. You took your phone off the couch, slowly. You slid it across the room, directly in front of the door. “No tricks. I am interested in your mind, Cletus. I am interested in... you,” you assured him. Something you had picked up over the years. People would believe almost anything when you were flattering them. Cletus smiled, “You really think I’m some kind of idiot? I know your bullshit games. I’m the master of them myself. Now, we can talk. I’m more interested in you then you are of me, I can assure that.” You once again felt no fear around Cletus. You felt he wanted no harm to come to you. Which was odd, seeing how he had murdered several people. Maybe it was ignorant of you to assume that. But you chose to do so none the less.

You sat with your eyes to the floor. You did not fear Cletus, but you did not feel comfortable making eye contact with him. He was staring at you rather hard. You felt your stomach churn, which was unusual for you. You did not usually scare easy. Today had really been different. It was odd. You were not sure why today had changed you. Maybe it was the change in atmosphere or your encounter with Eddie. You were not sure, but you did not like how this was all affecting you. You hugged your knees. Suddenly, Cletus scooted closer to you. You felt your heart sink as you could feel his body heat radiating off him. You did not know what he was going to do, but you knew something was going to happen. You felt Cletus’ hand squeeze your exposed thigh. Your eyes darted to him as you tried to deny his touch. He did not take kindly to your denial, so he pushed himself onto you. “Stop resisting,” he insisted as you continued to scoot away. Cletus grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you to the ground with some very brute strength he had not been showing before. You squirmed as the man hovered over you. “Cl-Cletus, you cannot do this,” you tried to plead with Cletus. Cletus did not care about the cries of some girl. He had heard many women scream in terror at his horrendous acts. You begging for his mercy only made him want you more. You knew that once Cletus got what he wanted he would most likely kill you and not think a second thought about it. You were nothing more then another body to him. You were nothing.

You could feel you loosing strength as Cletus’ grip on you tightened. You fought him to release you, but his grip would only worsen. You struggled below him as he held you in place. You had never felt so weak in your entire life. You felt your eyes begin to fill up with tears. You were worried of what would become of you within the next hour, if you even had that long left. You felt your warm tears burn as they ran down your cheek. Your heart was racing below him. Your breathing was heavy. You were panicking. You had two main options: give up or do something drastic. You decided to fight rather then become the next statistic. You hiked your knee, slamming right into his soft space between his legs. He screamed in your face as the pain ran through his body. You pushed him off you and began for the door. Before you could get completely off the floor, Cletus had his hand wrapped around your ankle. You fell to the floor, catching yourself on your elbows. You winced as you felt your elbows rub against the hardwood, ripping your skin open. You looked over your shoulder at Cletus. His face was contorted in a semi-smile mixed with his obvious anger with you. “Listen here, you little slut, you’re little hero isn’t here to save you now. I’ll kill you without hesitation, don’t think I won’t,” Cletus rose above you. You swung your legs, nailing him right in the chest. Only this time, Cletus was not fazed by your erratic motions. Cletus turned you over to face him. He leaned into you, “You think you’re slick? You’re a joke.” He spat on you. Your eyes widened as his eyes went from blue to a monstrous grey. They were not his. You were more afraid then before as the man on top of you was becoming more and more violent. He began violently blinking, “I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT.... JUST BE QUIET!” He was arguing with himself. You were beginning to fear more and more for your safety. His mental status was obviously not a good one. He stood up off you, beating his hand against his head. You slowly rose to your feet. You thought about running, but your curious side got the better of you. You back away from him, but still stayed to see what was going on with him. He was shaking his head in anger. He was in pain. His teeth were grinding together as he shouted to himself. There was a lot of screaming in pain and anger until, “THEN JUST LEAVE!”

END//PART 1

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