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yuzukult · 4 years

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effortlessly pt. 10 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly (the finale) pairing: jungkook x reader words: 4.0k genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut some chapters notes: ;u; patience is key, epilogue coming out soon! p.s. hope you guys stay for my next jungkook series! ;u;

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

The seasons come by quickly— Autumn, Winter, Spring. Last summer had come to an end with you leaving the admissions office with a plan and an answer; a decision that was made up completely by yourself.

You’re grateful for Jungkook because he doesn’t probe you about your decision and promised to wait patiently until you’re ready.

Autumn comes around with its descending leaves from the now naked trees, filling the roads with shades of golds, reds, and browns, sparse in air, leaving every scene on your walk to school like a sepia photograph. It’s the season of football, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice flavored anything, really, and Halloween. Then Winter approaches with a scare; a blanket of snow dropping over the school yard, the fields, and every corner of the entire city. Light jackets now replaced with thicker and longer ones, you can’t help but groan at the difficulty of tying your shoes with how stiff yours are.

“Ugh, why did I buy this again?”

Jungkook laughs merrily at the sight, mostly because you just look so small and cozy in your coat, struggling to reach down to your toes. He taps his thigh for you to place your foot, a grin stretching cheek to cheek. You comply as he responds, “Because it’s December, silly. You’ll be freezing standing outside wearing your little leather jacket that you think is going to make you feel warm.”

“It’s more of a fashion statement than warmth, Jeon.” He’s tying the laces of your Doc Martens, fingers nimble and cold, and thighs shivering from the remains of the snow that gets on his pants, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his skin. “Well, you’re going to catch a cold wearing that thing around. That’s why you need this.” When he finishes, he drops your leg down, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head snugly. “So please don’t get sick because that means that I also have to play sick to stay home and take care of you.” Jungkook is effortlessly caring.

Jungkook hates the cold. Only because it takes away a location for him to swim— outside. But this year, he doesn’t seem to hate it as much. Maybe it’s because now, you’re his, and he can replace the time he dedicated to swim outside to spend time with you instead.

Especially when he gets to see you in the Christmas Village, mouth gaping wide with a bright smiling following after, face brightened by the colorful string of lights that surround you. “Wow,” Amazed, your eyes twinkle at the view. “Now this is something to talk about.” He hates himself for not taking you here every other year, the guys convincing him that it was too romantic for two friends to go to, but he can’t help but wonder what if he took you years before and learned how much he was in love with you earlier?

You spend the holidays at his house, meeting his grandparents and extended family while your parents decide to go on a trip to Hawaii. It’s become a tradition, really, your parents ditching the whole family bonding thing, and you spending that time with Jungkook’s family instead.

His mom loves you. Although your sleepovers have slowly become stagnant because of her suspicion of you guys doing more than just movies and sleeping, she wouldn’t want anyone else to be with her son other than you.

The Jeon’s have everything set for the holidays; from the tree with presents pleasantly wrapped placed intricately underneath, to the decoration that drapes the fireplace, to the strings of tinsel and garland that cascades down the staircases, and the wreath that hangs on the front door. Ms. Jeon is obsessed with Christmas and favors nothing more, perfecting the holiday over the years for her family... well, mostly herself.

Even though Jungkook spends day and night complaining about his mom, telling her that she’s dedicating too much money and time for this ‘stupid holiday,’ he’s still the best son and tends to her every need. When she struggles in the kitchen, he’s already by her side, asking her what she needs a hand in. Or when she can’t reach a portion of the tree while decorating, there’s an annoyed expression on his face but he utilizes his towering height to help her get those spots. Jungkook is effortlessly a family man.

“So, Jungkook, I heard you got into University?” His cousin, Sooyeon, asks. She is several years older than the two of you, almost completing her undergraduate degree. “I did! I got in with an athletic scholarship.” He’s genuinely happy, the way he shares this information, like he’s finally proud of himself and how far he’s gotten in life. The obstacles he’d overcome, the effort he had invested into the sport—they all were worth it in the end. Jeon Jungkook was reaching for his dreams.

It’s New Year’s Eve and Hoseok is hosting another party.

Underaged drinking is almost a rite of passage before entering University, and although you aren’t much of a rule breaker, it feels like something you need to do. Break out of your shell, despite the discomfort of knowing the consequences because once you get into college, none of this was going to be the same anymore. You won’t get to see Hoseok standing on the table, hollering out and swaying along to the song that plays. Jimin won’t be complaining about girls who reject him constantly. Yura won’t be there to call you out on your actions. And Jungkook, whilst he promises to stay by your side forever, there’s a possibility that it won’t happen.

“You look so pretty tonight.” Jungkook compliments you in a slur, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. You look down at your current attire; a silver sequined satin cami paired with a black leather jacket and jeans. Glancing up at the boy, you laugh at the sight of his cheeks, hand reaching up to pinch them. “You think so, Jeon?”

“If I’m being honest, I think you’re always pretty.” He hums against your hand, turning his face to give it a peck. “And I’m happy I get to be here with you. I hope you never go, and I hope nothing comes between us. It’d be nice, you know, if we...” He drifts off, mind fogging with thoughts that made him giddy because he’s giggling incessantly.

“If we what, love?”

“If we got married. Then we’d be best friends then high school sweethearts that made it.” Jungkook’s words soar you to the moon. He shares the same dream, whether or not it happens.

When the clock strikes 12, in spite of his current intoxication, he doesn’t forget you. Cupping your face in his large, warm hands, lips puckering up, he smooches you all over, laughter erupting from you. Jungkook is effortlessly a happy virus.

“Has Jungkook asked you to prom yet?”

“What?” Skimming through the pages of your notebook while in homeroom, you’re only half paying attention to anything Yura is saying. You’re on a mission to find something and even Yura can’t stop you.

Winter is still lingering, mostly waiting for Spring to make its appearance and nobody else is more excited for it to come than Yura. Only because it’s prom season, of course.

“Jungkook,” She reiterates, this time louder. “Jeon Jungkook? The love of your life? Is he asking you to prom?”

“Oh, prom.” Stopping at a page, your finger browsing through the highlighted and colored writing while furrowing your brows, focusing on the task. “Uh... no?”

“No?!” Yura exclaims, startling you out of your actions. She’s got your attention now. “It’s two months away. You won’t have enough time to find a dress or test out how your makeup is going to look and the shoes! What about your shoes?”

“Well, if it has your panties in a knot, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You regret telling her that because she does. Your comment during a time of not fully investing the entirety of your attention has brought you to this: a locker filled to the brim of red roses. There’s a card in the middle of it all, so you grab it, tear it open where in the sloppiest writing it says: turn around.

There Jungkook was, in all his beauty, standing in the middle of the hall with a box of donuts in hand, opened with the writing: i donut want to go to prom with anyone else but you!

It’s not that you hate it. No, you disgustingly love it, but you wished you had Jungkook all to yourself. He’s too great, and him standing in his uniform with donuts from your favorite bakery, you can almost feel the piercing glares from other girls down the hall. But he’s yours, nonetheless, and you didn’t wish for anything more.

Yura’s exaggeration on how long it’ll take to find a dress isn’t so much of an exaggeration when you’re shuffling through dresses in the department stores with her for the next two months, the quantity of gowns dropping by the hour. You’re grateful you found something just two weeks before the date.

Although you think the prom theme being “Hollywood” is the tackiest thing you ever heard— the sight of Jungkook standing outside of your house with both a corsage and boutonnière in hand with his hair styled back, black suit and tie with a white button up underneath, your breath hitches. He makes you feel like you’re in the presence of a celebrity; he has the ability of grabbing the attention from an entire room, despite leaning against such an old car in need of a new paint job.

In spite of it all, he seems in awe as much as you are. He thinks you’re gorgeous like this— like he’s the one who is lucky, not the other way around. You lean over, hair blown out and in a black gown that hugs your curves and compliments only the parts you wished for it to, wiping the little drip of drool that falls out the corner of his mouth. “You good, bub?”

“More than good,” he says, voice raspy. “You look... stunning.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jungkook is effortlessly handsome like this, and you wish you could keep this view all to yourself. But tonight is a time to be far from selfish.

You want to flaunt Jungkook, more than he wants to flaunt you, you convince yourself. Mostly because when you step into the gymnasium that’s fully decked out in decor, everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook.

“I think they’re all looking at you,” He would say, but you’re not stupid. Your arms are linked with a God-like man with a personality that represents it. He does nothing but help you walking in your unfamiliarity in heels, introduce you to some of his classmates that you’ve never met before, yet manages to dedicate enough time for just the two of you, dancing the night away, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before pressing his lips against your forehead delicately.

Jungkook wins Prom King that night while some pretty girl in your grade named Nayeon wins Prom Queen. He doesn’t devote his dance to her though, he apologizes and takes your hand instead.

When he takes you home that night, the only expectation you had was to go home, shower and change into your sleepwear and sit by the window sill to talk the hours away with Jungkook from across the way.

But it’s prom. So you drive with him down the shore, wearing a spare hoodie he leaves in the trunk of his car for days that get cold after practices, and holds your hand while you stomp barefooted in the sand. He’s so pretty under the moonlight, you take note, the way that it shines on the bridge of his nose, brightens the shade of brown his orbs are, and brings warmth into his smile and laughs when you share stories about your high school years.

The two of you make love in the backseat of his car with the sunroof opened, under the moon. Although it feels corny to do and such a cliché concept to have sex on prom night, it doesn’t feel that way with Jungkook. You argue that his car might not be able to take the constant movements, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He just wants to shower you with kisses and love throughout the hours that pass by.

When you come back to school the following Monday, Yura sits backwards nervously in her chair, staring at a letter that sits on your desk. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you gesture the piece of paper with your chin. “What’s up with that?”

“It’s... a letter, from Le Cordon Bleu. Pretty much to the equivalent to an Ivy League for culinary schools.”

Oh. Now you understand why the air felt weird. Quickly, you shuffle into your seat and slide off your backpack onto the floor. “Okay, well. What are you waiting for? Open it!”

She whimpers. “I’m scared.”

“Well, you told me to stop being scared and just do it. So, bitch, do it.”

While protesting, she does as told. Tearing the envelope open and the unraveling of the sheet of paper was nerve wrecking, possibly even more for you.

“I... got in.” Holy shit. “You got in?”

“Guess who’s going to France, bitch!”

It’s a reality, this sight of your best friend; the brightest smile on her face, cheekbones defined from the excitement in her. A dream she had, a dream that you never even knew had been a priority in her life, was coming true.

Whether or not it was jealousy, you were proud of her regardless. Yura was able to attain her goals before even graduating high school. After further research, you learned that there were many locations for this school, and her dream was to be able to expand her knowledge throughout all those countries.

You’re tired of hearing him talk about his plans for the future where it sounded like none of the routes included you. Jungkook goes on from when the sun rises to the sun sets about what he wants to do in life, where he wants to go, and where he hopes to be at whatever age. You could listen to him talk for hours like it's a song on repeat that you never grow to hate, but today, it felt inconsistent. He had all these things he wanted to do but where were you?”

“Where do I even fit in all of this?” You finally get the courage to blurt.

Jungkook’s forehead is creased in disbelief at your outburst. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” you start, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt, “you haven’t even mentioned me once. It’s like you’re also planning for your escape out of this relationship.”

He’s fuming. It’s been a while since he’s been this mad, especially since your last huge argument had nearly been a year ago. Otherwise, with Jungkook, there had been small disagreements that were recoverable but it feels different this time. “You don’t get to be upset with me for planning a future without you because if I’m being totally honest, you still haven’t told me what you decided that day you walked into that office, and I’m feeling rather insecure about whether or not you trust me!”

“Don’t hate me,” eyes glassy and voice wavering, your bottom lip is quivering, on the verge of tears of pure fear that Jungkook would resent you for your decision. “I told the recruiter to give that position away to someone else.”

“And why would I be mad at that?” He says, pulling you into his embrace, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I lashed out. I’m glad you came to that decision, I’m glad you’re telling this. Even if it’s not on the sidelines of the swimming pool with me, nagging at me what to do. Because you’ll still be there to support me.”

Your shoulders slouch, still feeling guilty wash over you like a tidal wave. “I just didn’t want you to be upset because of how much effort you went through to get me there. To even get me that offer.”

“I didn’t do anything, love.” Before a tear can escape further down your face, he swipes it away with the pad of his thumb after he pulls away. “You did that all yourself. They found you, knew who you were, and loved you. I just led them to find you. So, what did you decide on instead if you didn’t take that apprenticeship? Are you attending another University?”

“No,” You respond abruptly, rubbing your head into his chest again, muttering your next words into the fabric of his shirt. “She told me that it doesn’t take away my opportunity to still attend University there. So I enrolled there as undecided.”

There’s silence between the two of you before he finally speaks up. “Undecided?”

You don’t want to face him. Especially if the expression on his face may show disappointment, and that’s the least thing you want to do to Jungkook on your list. “Yes.” You mumble. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I thought at least going to college and trying to figure out while I’m there would be at least a start in the right direction.”

Grasping you by the shoulders, he tugs you away to clearly see your face. Finally meeting his gaze, his face showed the opposite. A gleaming smile pulling on the edges of his lips with eyes that shine and sparkle underneath this lighting, you’re stunned by his reaction. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What?” Lips swollen from the crying, you pout, almost bursting out in hyperventilating tears because you didn’t want this to end before college even starts. “You chose something. You made a decision on your own, solely based on what you felt was the best for you, not because you wanted to make someone else happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Jungkook is effortlessly unselfish because he wants you to be his personal coach, yet he’s telling you to do what you want to do. “I just want you to be happy. I’m happy if you are.”

“But... I should be honest with you.” He’s the one who seems uneasy now, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “I... not only accepted the scholarship, but they want to send me to the States for a couple months in the summer for training with Taehyung.”

You’re not stupid. What that’s code for is that there’s a chance they’re going to keep Jungkook there, offer him another University scholarship elsewhere in the States, and continue his training. How could they not? With the way he swims, his drive and ability to adapt to any situation, he’s desirable to any team. He might not be yours anymore, and as much as you wished you could keep him all to yourself, he’s Jungkook. Who wouldn’t want him?

You learned that ever since you met him. Jungkook is so wonderful, he’s meant to be shared, and everyone should know him. He’s the spark in your life that you never knew you needed until you meet him.

It only sucked because it felt like once you finally got him, it’s already time to let him go.

Yet when you see him standing by your side in the crowd of people in your class, on a large patch of grass that they call a football field, cap and gown in the shades of your school colors, you can’t hate anyone for wanting a piece of him. He’s only eighteen but he’s managed to accomplish so many of his goals in such a short span of time. He’s able to catch the attention of an audience bigger than the crowd at Madison Square Garden. He was able to swoon the majority of the female population in your high school. Jungkook did what even he thought was impossible, he did more than exceed his own expectations.

So when you’re standing with your diplomas in hand after throwing your cap in the air, the grin that’s glued onto his face does everything to your heart. How lucky were you to experience a first love like Jeon Jungkook?

There wasn’t much time left. Graduation is over, degrees now in hand, and futures that are waiting for your attendance.

It’s Summer again, the excruciating heat beaming from the sun’s rays reappearing, an entire year passing by since your confession to Jungkook. Although you’d rather be spending your anniversary in the next few days leading up to it, there’s a different occasion tonight under this familiar sweltering heat.

Jungkook leaves tomorrow at noon for America yet he’s procrastinating the remaining stuff he needs to pack for his trip. Well, he says it’s a trip, but you have a feeling that his stay is going to be longer than anticipated.

If you’re being truly honest with yourself, you’re scared. Eighteen, best friend/boyfriend who had been with you your entire life is leaving for the unknown. Your other best friend is leaving to pursue her dreams elsewhere as well, alone and without anyone to support her physically.

But you can’t help but think about yourself. What did this mean for you, someone who was losing the most important people in her life that were all going to hunt their aspirations, while you were just... undecided?

Laying in the field of grass, head resting comfortably on Jungkook’s arm while his other sits on his chest, the two of you admire the sunset in the midst of your silence. The hues of red, pink, orange, and yellow fill the sky, dancing and blurring into one another, gifting you a sight that you’re grateful to view with Jungkook. It was going to be a while before you got to see him again, and you’re hopeful that it’ll feel just the same.

“Three months,” He’d repeat constantly, every time he sees the pain in your expression. You both had gone so long without truly being each other, and now that you finally fessed up your hidden emotions, it’s hard to let go. “It’s only going to be for three months. Then you’d have me again.”

“But you don’t know that.” You’d say, heart tightening in agony. “There’s so much of this world that wants you, Jungkook. University is just one of the potential first stops. Someone is going to take you away, whether you like it or not. You just have too much talent and potential.” Jungkook doesn’t agree with you, but he doesn’t voice this. Not tonight, at least, if it’s the last time he gets to be with you for a while.

Just like the sun, Jungkook eventually has to go away. He leaves for the States with Taehyung to train for the summer, projecting that he’d be back in time for the fall semester to start University with you. Even through texts and phone calls you get from him, he can’t give you a date when he’d be back, but he misses you dearly. You want to stay hopeful that he does return, attending classes with you again, study-dates, meeting up for coffee afterwards, have lunch and dinner, and continue your sleepovers, maybe even find an apartment and move in together.

Yet again, Jungkook... he’s effortlessly Jungkook. The guy loved by everyone, yet has the hardest time loving himself. The guy who has such a promising future, one that’s almost a guaranteed dream come true for him. There’s no need for exchanges of ‘I love yous,’ because you know he does, yet you don’t want to hold him back, so you let him go. Whether or not he comes back for the fall semester, you’re not sure, but one thing you do know is that Jeon Jungkook will be your first everything, and your current everything.

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puppypeter · 3 years

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1999 words Stucky prompt? *sorry*

Ok so I couldn’t go to sleep last night because I kept thinking of this Stucky AU where Steve is an ex-military medic who is now retired because his wife passed away and he has to look after the family. He has like 10-12 kids between his own and adopted, big family, big house, a dog. The kids range between barely 1 year old set of twins to grumpy teenagers. He had to come back from war when his wife sadly passed away while giving birth to the twins and so he didn’t really get any time to re-adjust and he lives with the regret that he wasn’t even there for her when she needed him. He is struggling a lot, but tries to hide it for the sake of the kids. He runs the house a bit like a military base, there’s time tables, bathroom times, meal plans and menus, budgets etc wakes the troops up early in the morning to get them ready for school (he still struggles in the kitchen cause he’s barely used to having decent food again himself, let alone make something all kids eat!!), the oldest have to help with the youngest etc a big chaotic disaster of a family, but he’s trying. The kids miss their mom too, but it’s been a year now and daddy is still sad. He doesn’t know that they know he is. They see him stare into nothing at times, they know Sunday mornings are the day nobody is to bother daddy until he comes down for lunch (which he prepared on the Saturday already) because sometimes daddy finds it hard to sleep and other times he finds it hard to get out of bed. He always wants them to eat their greens, yet standing on the staircase late at night they’ve spotted him sitting on the couch eating ice-cream straight from the tub and weeping over Disney movies. And that has happened more than once.

So one day they’re at the park. Steve is laying down on their red and white cloth on the ground with all the food bags and the tiny twins next to him. They’re so cute, wiggling around at all the sounds and colours, he should want to play with them but all he feels is tired. The other kids are scattered around the park, between playing ball and looking at insects and on the swings. The younger kids have been talking about what they should do to make daddy happy. That’s when little Mary spots two men sitting on a bench. One of them is playing with a leash, probably of the big dog that’s just sitting at his feet, not even caring about going far. The other is wearing a leather jacket, slightly unzipped and a white furry kitten head pops out of it. “Which one of them do you think?” Peter asks. “That one!” Mary shouts just pointing at the guy with the kitten “look at his hair! he looks like a disney price, dad will love him!” (they don’t even know their dad is bisexual, bucky is just pretty so they’re confident he’ll like him).

So her and some of her siblings make their way over to the men and start asking them questions. Their names are Sam and Bucky (“That’s a weird name” Mary says). Sam teases Bucky by calling him prince charming, having heard the previous comment, and Bucky’s cheeks go pink. This little boy with his thick glasses on gets overly excited when he sees that one of Bucky’s hands is made of metal “So cool, like a robot!” and asks if he can touch it (cause daddy thought them it’s important to ask before). And Bucky just feels overwhelmed. He hasn’t been around this many people since he came back, the most people he’s had around were a bunch of doctors when they operated on him roughly a year and half ago, but he was sedated and unaware. He struggled for a while to get out of the house, to accept his disability, accept having a prosthesis he can’t really do anything with, having to learn to do everything one handed (he only ever wears it outside the house cause he doesn’t want people to stare at his empty sleeve, but the moment he’s at home he likes to give his shoulder a break).

Sam, he works as a counsellor at the VA has helped him a lot, and now they hang out together, but not in crowded places. This is why they like coming to the park. But now there’s a bunch of kids in his face and for the first time he doesn’t mind having many people around. Maybe because they’re little people and he knows they won’t hurt him. Maybe cause one of them is geeking out about his prosthesis he always felt self-conscious about. Mary invites him over to meet her dad (Sam cackles), but Bucky is definitely not ready for any form of relationship, let alone a romantic one. So he blushes and declines.

The kids leave a bit upset. After a while Mary comes back saying she’s hurt and lost. “You look fine to me kid!” Sam replies. So she dramatically throws herself on the grass and big fat tears start coming out of her eyes. After they laugh at her overly dramatic attitude, she stands up huffing and puffing and leaves clearly kicking her feet in the ground. “I mean maybe you should go for it!” Sam insists “It’s not like you have to marry the guy. You’re just meeting a new person, nothing has to come of it. Maybe you’ll make a friend, maybe you’ll never see him again, but you’d talk to someone that wasn’t me or the cashier at the deli by your flat”. Bucky knows that’s true, but he really can’t bring himself to. He still hasn’t talked to his family since he’s been back. Something about getting your arm blow off and seeing your mates blow up when it should have been you instead makes it difficult to relate to normal people.

It’s only maybe 20 minutes later when a blur of blonde hair and orange dungaree comes rushing towards them crying. “It ain’t gonna work missy!” Sam jokes. But Mary looks clearly upset. “Help my daddy please!”. They doubt her for a second, thinking it’s her amazing acting skills and they’re gonna go there and her dad is gonna be fine. But her lower lip is wobbling and she sounds seriously distressed. Plus they all see a bunch of kids clearly surrounding someone sitting on a blanket. So they follow her, cause that’s the right thing to do. When they get there they see this big burly man folded in half on himself with his hands in his hair, gripping at it, shaking, panicking. Sam immediately drops on his knees, but doesn’t touch him yet. Bucky has seen him do it plenty of times with himself, when he barely got out of bed to finally have some food and then started crying if he dropped a spoon on the floor or spilled a bit of coffee. He would be forever thankful to have had him as a counsellor and now as a friend.

Bucky steers the kids a bit away, asking the older ones to give them some space to help their dad. Together with a young woman, he scoops up one of the two babies in onesies that were on the blanket and leans one up on his chest. He can’t really do much with his metal arm, but geeky kid is currently holding onto it. After they move a bit further away, he passes on the baby to another older teenager and goes back to Sam. He sees that he has managed to get the man to unclench his fists from his hair and sees him panicking when he can’t see his kids. “They’re alright, they’re ok, they’re all together”.

And so that’s how they meet and they all go to a diner to get food (taking over like 4 different booths). They find out Steve is ex-military from the dog tags shape Bucky sees under his shirt. Steve has apparently had the ability to lie his way through his psych test coming back from the war simply because he knew he would lose his kids if he admitted how he was truly feeling. He is struggling with depression and has PTSD, but he’ll never admit it out loud. He has a family to care about. He says none of that, but Sam knows. He invites him to the VA, “just to talk, we’re not gonna call anyone on you my man, and it seems like you’re doing an amazing job considering you got a whole football team”.

The following week Sam and Bucky go over to his house for a bbq, bringing dog & cat along for the joy of the kids. It’s loud and it gets a bit much for Bucky at one point so he sneaks out to have a second of quiet. Steve finds him and they get talking. At some point Sam has to leave, an emergency with one of the veterans. But Bucky stays a little while.

He says he can leave when Steve calls out bed time for the youngest, but Steve asks him to stay, if he wants, it’s not gonna take him long, have a beer. Bucky glows seeing how Steve runs the bedtime routine for 10 kids, the older ones helping the younger ones to get to stay up a little longer. When he comes back they sit out back on the porch, sharing a cigarette and having a couple of beers. It’s quiet, they don’t talk much. Bucky’s shoulder is starting to ache a bit so he keeps rubbing it. They get talking about that, well.. the most that Bucky can say (how it happened, where it happened, then blackout. He can’t go into his feelings about it). “You.. you were from that unit?” Steve asks seemingly speechless. “That’s, that’s where I was operating. We rescued 3 people but we couldn’t get to everyone on time. There was someone closer to the explosion and their arm was….” he cuts off. “Steve” Bucky looks at him unable to breathe “are you telling me that you’re the one that rescued me from under the tank?” ((and it goes from there. it takes awhile but they get together and smooch (Mary acts like she’s about to throw up “But not because you’re two guys, just cause that’s daddy!!”). Bucky learns to open up and getting more comfortable around Steve without the prosthesis on. Steve still cries at Disney movies while eating ice cream, but this time every other spoonful goes to Bucky’s, whose arms he’s wrapped in on the couch. Steve starts going to see Sam at the VA and deal with his issues, because he wants to be there for his kids as they grow up, he doesn’t want to give up on them or himself. He deals and accepts what happened with his wife. He gets to grieve and heal. Sam comes over to their house so that his Missy (his dog) can hang out with her new buddy Dodger *wink wink* and because since starting to deal with his issues Steve has made an effort to reconnect with his friends and there’s a very beautiful redhead that hangs around his house at the weekends... Sam wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. A few more friends from the military come back into his life too - Clint, Thor, Maria, Sharon - and the kids have now a bunch more aunties and uncles to play with. At some point in the distant future, Bucky moves in. He never thought he’d get to have that. A big family, animals, a house. Maybe they have more kids at one point? Bucky reconnecting with his family? & lots more smooches and cuddles!!))

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canwetalkaboutcaptainswan · 4 years

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To Touch, To Hold

So, for years, YEARS, I've had this headcanon that Emma has this thing with touch. I mean we all know touch is Emma’s love language, and I've always found it interesting that after they kissed in Neverland, it seemed like Emma went out of her way to avoid touching Killian. And I always thought that it was pretty clear that her dam broke after the ice wall, so I’ve always had this exact scenario in my head, so much that sometimes I forget it didn’t actually happen. So now, years later, I’ve finally found the time to write it out. I hope you enjoy it. The pacing is a little different than my usual style, but I feel like it fits. It begins immediately after the 4x03 kiss, so watch that to get yourself in the mood. Let me know what you think!!

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The kiss leaves her more than breathless, head cloudy with a kind of relief she didn’t expect. His fingers are still tangled in her tresses, his rings catching tendrils of the soft gold as he moves his hand to thumb at a tear that’s slipped down her cheek. She smiles, trying to convey with her eyes all she’s still not ready to say to him. A cool breeze flutters along the dark street, gently cooling their flushed cheeks.

Killian is gazing into her face, seems to sense she wants to say something. But he’s surprised when all at once the scent of her floods him, her arms having wound tight and fast about his chest, head settling against his shoulder. He wraps his own arms around her, too, hand pressing strong and flat between her shoulder blades. He’s not used to this yet, even after her scramble for purchase against him once freed from the confines of the ice. Oh, but he will get used to it. There’s naught he loves more than his Swan like this, the simple touch of her body flush to his, allowing him to just hold her. He’s waited endless months to be honoured with this pleasure, and it’s not something he takes lightly.

Emma sighs into his neck, trying to memorize this feeling of safety with each separate sense. The smell of brine on his collarbone, the way she can see his pulse jumping at his neck, the taste of his lips still fresh on her tongue. But most of all it’s his arms around her, his thumb rubbing a circle at the base of her neck, the muscles of his abdomen hard against her own, despite his many leather layers. She smiles ruefully to herself in the quiet sway of his embrace, contemplating how she lasted so long, resisting his every touch. It had truly been a conscious effort, for Emma knows herself. Touch has always been her way of communicating love, and after the overwhelming heat of that kiss in the brambles of Neverland, she knew she must hold this man at arm’s length, or she’d be fucked for him too far, too fast. She wasn’t ready to be so tethered to another, especially someone she could already tell came from an achingly similar past. So she had resisted. On countless occasions throughout their shared time these past months, her hand had twitched for his, heart aching for the contact. Both when she left him at the town line and when he found her in New York and made her remember, her body had screamed at her to touch, to hold. But each time she gritted her teeth, hard, and told herself not to make that irreversible dive, not yet. Not yet.

All of her resolve had crumbled upon seeing his face through that little hole in the ice. She’d been nearly unconscious, her shivering long ceased, but somehow hearing him screech her name in anguish and seeing his face contorted in boundless worry for her had chilled her even more. And in a blur of flurried motion, resistance was forgotten as she sought warmth and refuge and safety in his arms. The weight of it robbed her of any ability to speak, and she was grateful knowing he’d simply blame the cold for her silence.

Now, only a few days later, and she knows she’s addicted. Knows every fibre of her soul aches to touch him always, which is why she’d been so upset by his recent brush with disaster. Which is why, in the middle of the street this evening, she had mustered the courage to tell him she couldn’t bear to lose him. And now, in his arms, she’s loathe to let go at all.

Moments pass, and he truly can’t believe his luck. She’s clung to him so tightly, her breath warm against his neck, so different from how it felt the last time they embraced. As thankful as he is for her newfound willingness to be close, Killian knows he must tread carefully. Oh, so carefully, now. “It’s alright love,” he whispers, daring to press a kiss to the top of her head. “All will be well. We’ll face what’s to come together, aye?”

Begrudgingly, she loosens her hold on him, enough to look up at him again. She breathes, nodding, almost more to herself than to him. Together. They would do it together.

He turns slightly, moves them both away from the centre of the deserted street. “May I take you home, Swan?” he asks her, tipping his head in the direction of the loft.

The burning starts in her then, instantly; suddenly and with fury. She tries to breathe against it, to get it to go away, but it doesn’t. It only roars in her throat, demanding her attention. Every ember screaming at her. Touch. Hold.

No, she thinks to herself. No, you may not.

Bloody hell, he thinks to himself, seeing clearly the wrinkle of her nose, some sort of struggle in her features. Have I upset her? I only-

“Actually, I…” she says then, squaring her shoulders to face him, her posture almost businesslike all of a sudden. “I…”

She stutters, and he waits. Patiently, he waits, unable to resist the tiniest encouraging nod.

“What you said, about the weight of the world. I do. I feel it,” she confesses in a rush, and she looks down, away from his face, and puts her hands against his forearms. She feels the muscles jump beneath her fingers and the burning ebbs and flows, cooling slightly.

“But I’d like it if you…held some of it. The weight,” she clarifies, exhaling deeply, daring to look back up at his eyes.

They’re soft. So, so soft. He’s dumfounded, truthfully. Is this a trick? Is it real? He opens his mouth to reassure her there’s nothing he wants more than to help shoulder her burdens, but she soldiers right ahead, astounding him yet again.

“And I’d like it if you held…me. I’d like it if you held me and I don’t want to go home.”

“Oh, Swan,” he says reverently, heart breaking at the way her lip quivers, knowing how incredibly difficult it must have been for her to utter these words to him. He gathers her close again, hook firm at her hip and hand coming to rest again against her face. She leans into his touch, grips his forearms harder. He steadies his gaze, chest almost visibly swelling with the joy he feels. “I will gladly bear as much weight as you need me to, Emma. And it would be an honour to share my quarters with you, love. Please. Come.”

He holds her closely as they walk into Granny’s together, and already she’s burning for more contact. It’s a heady feeling, and again, she’s amazed at how long she managed to stave it off. He opens the door to his room and they shuffle inside, Killian quick to close it behind them.

The intensity of the situation sits on Emma’s chest, and some of her feels shy, but most of her peels off her tan jacket, drops it to the floor, and immediately returns to the safe cradle of his arms, pressing as much of her body against his body as she can.

He holds her again, flush to him, vowing to learn exactly how she likes it, vowing to do whatever it takes to make this woman want to stay with him forever.

Her hands rove, they race, his hair, his back, his shoulders. She can’t keep still, wanting to touch him everywhere at once, everything she’s wanted for months suddenly beneath her fingertips.

“You’re to tell me what you need, darling,” he whispers, his words briefly pausing her exploration. “Anything you need.”

She eyes his lips and tugs on the lapels of his coat, drawing his mouth to hers for what he can only describe as a heavenly kiss. He reciprocates in kind, tongue tracing the seam of her lips in the way that made her groan in the jungle.

She breaks for air, staring up at him again. “I think I…I think I’d like a quick shower. Could you find me something to wear?” she asks, voice soft and sweet.

He chuckles at her request, if only because it’s the last thing he’d imagine her asking. So recently she’d been desperate to run from him, to bury her head in the sand of her made-up New York life. And now she’d like some of his clothes?

“Of course, love,” he assures her, running his hand down the side of her neck to squeeze her shoulder. “Take your time.”

He fetches one of his thin button up shirts and some pants that will surely be too large for her, and she skitters into the little bathroom, shutting the door and feeling an absurd pang of loss when she’s separated from him. She grips the sink for a moment, and stares at her own green eyes in the mirror. “What are you doing?” She whispers to her reflection, considering her own question.

“Giving in,” she answers, and she is baffled at how pathetically relieved her face looks. “Finally.”

She takes the shower, and indeed keeps it quick, for she’s begun to burn up in longing again. She towels her hair dry, and picks up the clothes he chose for her. She puts on the navy button up, and finds it’s long enough to cover her ass; and so decides to skip the pants, just to drive him crazy. “Slow,” she tells herself in the mirror before opening the door to him. “Go. Slow.”

His Swan emerges in naught but his thin shirt and he thinks he might bloody faint. Her long, creamy legs are torturously on display, and he clenches his jaw, hard, to keep his composure. Her hair is wet, the navy of the button down a lovely contrast against her pale skin. She smirks at him and he narrows his eyes playfully. “Did you find my pants unsuitable, Swan?”

“Not unsuitable,” she teases, enjoying the way the tone has turned lighter, less intense. (For the moment at least.) “More like…unnecessary.”

“Mmm,” he concedes, standing from his spot on the bed and beckoning for her to sit upon it. Her gaze is locked to his, watching him watch her. He doesn’t miss it, and once she sits, he leans to kiss her forehead. “My turn to wash, darling. I’ll be but a moment.” He says this like a promise, and it warms her in a way only he can.

He turns for the bathroom, and as soon as he clicks the door shut, her eyes come to rest on the other door in the room; the door out. What a perfect opportunity for her to run. She sighs, feeling a familiar, slight tug toward the escape. This is always the moment whenever she finds herself in a one-night tryst. The moment she darts and never looks back. But this time, she bites her lip and shakes her head, leans further into the pillows that smell just like him. She puts a hand over her hammering heart, breathing through her nose to help her settle. This time, the urge to touch, to hold, will win. The urge to stay.

He turns off the shower, and with a jolt, he realizes he’s given her a magnificent opportunity to run for the hills. Indubitable panic spikes within him, and he clambers out of the shower, drying himself in a fury and yanking on the pants she had forgone. Not wanting to startle her if she is in fact still there, he forces himself to open the door slowly, popping out only his head. Mercifully, she is still on the bed, long bare legs crossed at the ankles. He lets go of the breath he was holding and smiles. “Alright if I skip the shirt, love? Or would you consider me immoral?” His tone is teasing, but they both know that he really is asking.

Her lips curve up into a hungry smile. “Fair’s fair,” she assents.

He opens the door wider then, and the sight of him bare from the waist up is not a sight she’ll soon forget. Lean, tanned muscle swathed in dark splendours of hair. Defined lines. His left wrist blunted, indents from the hook’s brace visible to her, even across the room. The jut of his hips. Oh, the ache and burn flares harshly now, scorching her. To touch.

He is more than satisfied by how gobsmacked she appears now, but does his best to hide it. Instead, he fixes his gaze in that reverent look of wonder, drinking in the sight of her in his bed. His bed.

At first, it frustrates her in that he doesn’t move to climb in the bed right away. She watches as instead he kneels on the floor, and reaches for her hands. She leans and turns to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him fully. The touch of his hand on hers is balm to her burning flesh. Suddenly her throat feels tight, because he’s gazing at her with so much love in his eyes; blissfully terrifying.

He takes a steadying breath, measuring his next words carefully in his head before he speaks them. For they have made it so far this night, and he must not place one toe out of line. Regardless of how tempting she is with so much of her skin on display. He means to make her understand his intentions and his gratitude in a way that won’t make her feel suffocated. In a way that won’t make her regret not running when she had the chance.

“Emma,” he starts, and already she is trying not to squirm, wants so badly to rake her fingers against the planes of his chest. “I need you to understand how grateful I am for what you shared with me tonight. With a past like yours...like ours…I know how difficult it can be to open up. And I…I’m proud of you, Swan.”

The tears begin to well in her eyes then, and she squeezes his hand. Because he just…he understands. From the start, he’s always understood her.

“And darling, to touch you…to hold you in my arms…I have yearned for it, for so long, love. But I need you to know that you will set our pace, Emma. Your comfort is all that matters to me. So you, love, you tell me what you need. What you want, when you want it. And I will gladly be ready, for whatever you wish.”

His words wash over her like a tidal wave, and she’s overwhelmed. Your comfort is all that matters to me.

“Killian, I…” she falters, unsure of how to explain that she needs to touch him, now. “Come up here, God. Please.”

He climbs on the bed next to her, and at last. At last, he is hers for the taking. To touch. To hold. She waits one more beat. Takes one more second to appreciate what her life has been before this final surrender. For she knows, after this, there is no turning back.

He sits patiently, watching her face, her every move. Her hands flutter upwards, and they shake, slightly. Slowly, she presses them, flat against his chest on the borders of his sternum, and he’s so solid. So real. She feels his skin move and stretch with his sharp inhale and she shuts her eyes, letting herself be soothed. His chest hair is as soft as she had dared to imagine it would be. She scratches through it gently, flips one of her hands over to feel it against her knuckles, and he finds his eyes want to slip closed under her tender touch, despite a deeper desire to continue to watch her.

She smoothes her right hand up, over his nipple to his shoulder and down to rest on his bicep. It twitches under her hand and she smiles. She’s not burning anymore, but melting, and it’s so nice not to have to clench her teeth and resist. She watches his face carefully as her hand drifts lower, moves to cup the blunted end of his arm. She rubs her fingers over the puckered scars, her other hand jumping from his chest to cup his face, to nudge her fingertips through his stubble.

I’m fucked, she thinks, knowing with certainty that she’ll never be able to be near him without craving his touch, ever again.

As though he’s read her mind, tentatively he raises his hand. “May I touch, Swan?”

“Yes,” she sighs, and she closes her eyes, so ready.

With just two fingers, he begins toward her shoulder, tracing the outline of her collarbone. He pauses in the centre of her chest to stroke her throat, and her lips warble at how ridiculously gentle his touch is. She is well aware that he’s used that hand to kill, many times. But right now, she can’t see how it’s possible. He moves closer, hand moving up to trace the shell of her ear. He scratches lightly at the skin behind it, and she shivers, goosebumps everywhere. Her eyes open, and she reaches her hand up to circle his wrist, trapping his where it rests.

And suddenly, they are kissing. Her mouth slants over his and he groans, his nose brushing along her cheek. She twines her fingers in his hair, and she’s sort of desperate to switch from touch and hold to pull and yank. She wants to let the fire consume her, but she knows if there is to be any chance of her solving this damned town’s many problems, she must. Go. Slow. He’s giving as good as he gets, this kiss so different than any others they’ve shared before. It’s intimate, it’s domestic. It’s new and it’s wonderful.

She breaks it, but only to press her forehead to his, to breathe in his air. “Hold me, Killian,” she whispers. “Please, I need…”

He reaches for her and she goes. Oh, she goes. He is breathless at the simple intimacy that is pulling her against him, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She tucks her head under his chin, her cheek at his heart. Surviving, she remembers, from the street. He’s good at surviving.

She tangles her legs up with his in a near instant. He is amazed at how quickly she settles, nestles herself right in, her body pliable in his hold, molding her lines to match his. Every breath she takes he can feel, and the smell of her clean skin and her wet hair is better than he ever dared to imagine. He tries suddenly, to think of a time he’s ever felt more at home than this moment, and miserably fails.

The silk of the button down is slippery against his chest, but he anchors her there, all the same. She nearly combusts from the warmth of him around her, of him simply everywhere. She’s obsessed with the way it feels to press her face against his skin. Completely enraptured by his lips at her hairline, whispering nonsense about how precious she is to him. She feels his stumped arm kneading at the small of her back, and fuck, she finds herself wishing she had forgone his shirt as well. Slow, she reminds herself. Just take it slow.

She flicks her wrist, and the room is dark. She delights in the fact that even though she can’t see him, she can feel him against her. It’s all she’s wanted every day since the blistering heat of Neverland. “It’s alright to sleep, Swan,” he promises. “I’ve a firm hold, now.”

She closes her eyes, and drops three quick kisses to the base of his throat. She reaches her hand up to stroke his face in the dark, a silent prayer that he understands what she’s still too afraid to say. She is utterly relaxed, the burn for now, sated. For tonight, this is enough. To touch, to hold, to sleep, to stay. To wake in the morning, in his arms, where she...where she belongs. It’s enough.

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 4 years

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Until Forever - Sirius Black

Chapter 11. Friends.

After that particular talk she had with Minerva, she felt lighter, as if the weight she was carrying on had been lifted from her chest, freeing her from the invisible tyrant. She had finally found someone she could be honest – she hated lying, even white lies put her in a hard position. She was slowly learning how to be at ease when things falling apart and that she had to start over; how to trust those new beginnings once more, how to trust in the rebirth of things and people, including herself; that with every new beginning, she found another lost piece of herself, and with every new adventure, she fell in love with something she would never have thought she’d love. They were scary and confusing but they were also spectacular and extraordinary. Running away was not always the solution. Slowly, but steadily enough, she was learning how to let new people in – how to reawaken her faith in people and their ability to love and their ability to open her heart again. And while she was dreading it, she was hoping that people could see all the different sides of her and still stay. She was never big on trusting herself but she had to; she had to find the ability to trust all those tough experiences that left scars inside her heart or stitches inside her brain, all of that contributed to who she had grown to be. She had to finally understand that things didn’t always fall apart to give an ending, but sometimes they fell apart to present a new beginning. Couple of days passed her by, as she decided to do nothing at all but take of herself, occasionally talking about her secret with her professor and giving in to the pleasure of the beauty world. She was a 2020’s girl and could not, would not, compromise that for the makeup trends of the 70s and 80s. She hated the bold colors that were used without blending – the big hair and the extreme statements. She was a girl of her time, and that time wasn’t this one. Her things were cut-creases and winged eyeliner, matte foundation and contouring, perfectly shaped eyebrows and soft lips. She had to ask her professor for a couple of favors, but Minerva was more than happy to oblige, remembering her young years as well. She had spent the last days, happily alone – of course she was thinking about everything. Her old life, however, seemed too far away from her now. Like a distant dream. She knew that it was more than just a possibility to never live in her time again, and even though that saddened her, she found herself relieved – she had formed attachments despite her initial thoughts of being distant and alone. Yup, that went well.

The 29th day of December had arrived and she was still contemplating whether or not to go to the party. Thanks to Minerva, who was even more excited than she was, she had now a gorgeous dress and high heels but her gut feeling told her that maybe, she just wanted to go so she could see him. With another girl. And in the process, hurt Remus again. While all that time, she should be investigating everyone and everything so she could find a way to change the story and the outcomes. Oh, well, she was twenty-two, after all. She was one of the very few Gryffindors who had stayed and she had the common room to herself most of the time – just like now; she was enjoying silence with a bottle of sparkling wine. She was ecstatic for not having to buy more bottles but simply conjuring more delicious wine – magic was helpful. Unknown to her, she was being stared at. She had stars behind each eyelid and a galaxy in her soul that drew people to her endless heart, like the pull of a black hole, she was made of earth and fire, of wishes cast on shooting stars. She was a brand-new solar system, unlike the ones he had known so far, with constellations ever changing. No one could memorize her skies and he thought the thing for all of her previous relationships to do was bring her down to size. He could see, they had tried to shrunk the universe within her, told her that her vast expanse was wrong, that she should make her life much smaller, if she wanted to belong. But she had denied them that privilege over her and he was amazed by her strength. He threw himself to the couch and she yelp in surprise. He was the last person she expected to see there. He was enjoying her loss of words very much, trying at the same time to convince himself that his visit was purely out of friendly interest. “What can I say? I felt bad for leaving you alone” he exclaimed rather provocatively. She sneered and arched her eyebrow. That was how they were playing at. “Don’t. I was having fun” she answered truthfully, pointing at her drink. He knew he was supposed to follow her hand but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was a vision of heartache and blooded marches that hadn’t even started yet; a battlefield of blossomed roses about to sacrifice themselves to the Gods so that their love would survive. “What kind of a friend would I be then, huh? Speaking of, I didn’t know your birthday was a month ago. But guess who did… ouch” he said and even though it was a mockery, he did sound hurt, or rather jealous. She thought about the word he had used – friend. He wasn’t. Even though she so desperately wanted him to be, he wasn’t. “He asked, you didn’t” she fired as soft as a bullet hitting the petals of a rose. Raising her glass to a toast she never proposed, she saluted him and he knew she was in a mood, alright. “Careful there, you were almost being sweet” he provoked her further. She simply turned her entire body towards him, taking notice of everything, his outfit, his hair, his eyes. He could wear a rag and he would still look incredible. Of course, the leather jacket and the black biker boots were making her imagination run wild. She forgot what she wanted to say to him – probably something sarcastic – and instead offered wine, face masks and her room. Bold move – and a risk he accepted. Sirius was a dilemma; a broken crown wanting to reclaim the throne; a shuttered mirror trying to depict life as it once was. She thought how childish he had been described in the books – but she kept forgetting that all of that was supposed to be parts of a book. He felt real, next to her, with a green tissue mask on his face, pretending to be a zombie and drinking wine. He was just a young adult and he had every right in the world to enjoy his life as much as possible – she wanted him to have those moments, for later he would lose all hope. “What is this? I love it!” he proclaimed his love to the bottle of wine he had also claimed for himself only. She tried not to laugh because she, herself, had a tissue mask on her face but it proved to be impossible. “It’s called Moscato d’Asti – and it’s my favorite” she told him as she laid on her bed, closing her eyes, not wanting to meet his. Next thing she knew, he was right beside her, his hand grazing her thigh. She swallowed hard and shot up – straight to the bathroom. Removing the mask and washing her face with cold water, she did a breathing exercise to calm her nerves but her stomach had been replaced by a knot. She looked at the mirror, a reflection she didn’t recognize. Taking a deep breath, she went out finding Sirius pacing back and forth. It would have been a rather serious scene but he still had his mask on, something he realized and looked down embarrassed. After a moment or two in the bathroom, recollecting himself, he exited with a fake smile that made her guts twist, so she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind. “I met your brother. Nice guy” she commented honestly but his cringed. Arching her eyebrow, and raising her hands up, she surrendered. He sat down next to her, eyeing her and wanting nothing more than to tell her the whole truth. “I will answer any question you have but let me give you your birthday present” he gave in once his eyes met hers. He was lying to everyone when he was pretending to be her friend – he wasn’t. Before she could register what was happening, Sirius had an entire tattoo kit to play with. Her mouth hung open, not even close to believing the scene unfolding. “No, no, no, no. First off, you’re drunk. Then I don’t trust you with a needle to draw something permanent on me and no!” she summed up quickly but he wasn’t listening. “I know what I am doing. Trust me” he informed her rather nonchalant. They did have a deal… She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. Fine. She had an excuse now, for revealing her tattoos to him. He hadn’t asked her too but she wanted. “Okay. But you have to see my other tattoos first” she carefully told him, watching hi prepare the equipment; his head shot up in the words. He had never thought she would show him her story – because each tattoo was a part of her story. She had never been good at hiding her feelings… and here she was, swallowing her emotions, mutilating her own self for someone else’s sake. She saw the broken pieces in his eyes and wished she could tell him that he would heal in four months, or two weeks, or by next Monday if he really tried. But she couldn’t and that costed her. For if there was anything, she had learned about moving forward, about letting go, about becoming the person she wanted to become — it was that it happened in the quietest moments. Growth crept into her, it burrowed and it stretched, it cracked her open from the inside, and one day she woke up and she had to open her eyes. Maybe he would need more time or better suited people around him. Slowly, she revealed each of her tattoos to him. She removed the spell concealing them and let him explore her. He was tracing his fingertips on her skin. He had seen the lotus flower and remembered her explanation. Her left ring finger was delicately decorated with a small rose. His hands traveled to the inner part of her forearm just below her right elbow, caressing the bracelet of the phases of the moon and the sunflower that reminded him of the sunflowers Van Gogh used to paint. Her shirt was loose enough for him to push the strips off of her shoulder to reveal the Arabic quote she had tattooed on her left collarbone. Before he could stop himself, he was fondling her inked skin – his hand was too close to her neck – he could see her pulse quicken, he felt her breath on his mouth. He knew she had more tattoos but stopped before leaning too close. “I didn’t run away to leave my brother behind. I was thrown out and I am haunted by the ghost of him. I know I have screwed up but they were right about one thing. I don’t believe that I deserve love – I couldn’t give it when I had to” he confessed, gathering his tools to create a birthday present for her that would last. She didn’t dare to move, looking at him as if any moment now, he would vanish. He carefully took her left hand and cleaned the inner part of her forearm just below her elbow with pure alcohol. With an eye contact to seal their deal, he begun drawing. It hurt but it was a sweet burning sensation that she didn’t really mind. “It’s a lie to think that you don’t deserve love if you aren’t able to love yourself. You deserve it. You deserve companionship and care and relationships that feel good and spaces where you’re cherished and valued. Even if you have days where you want to crawl out of your skin and disappear. Even if there are moments when you feel inadequate and unlovable. You don’t have to be alone just because you’re battling your own darkness. Carrying that weight doesn’t make you defective or too much or unworthy of love and belonging. It makes you human. It makes you someone who’s internalized judgments that were never yours to carry. It makes you someone who’s survived a lifetime of trauma and loss and pain. Someone resilient and inconceivably brave. Someone courageous enough to connect, despite the lies in your head. And there’s no shame in that. So please, don’t withdraw or close yourself off. Self-hatred doesn’t get unlearned through isolation. It’s unlearned through love. Through connection and care. Through having relationships and gathering evidence that you can be imperfect and struggling and still be valued. That you can hurt and be at war with your head and still be wanted. I know it’s hard to trust, but you belong. And no matter how much darkness you’re carrying, you deserve to love and be loved” she told him while he was still focused on the piece, he wanted her to have. His hair falling elegantly on his face, eyes silver as mercury dancing across her skin. ‘There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in’ it read as the quote was mingling with the swirling blues and yellows of the Starry night. It was a bracelet as well but it made her teary – her favorite painting with some of the most meaningful words she had read. He wrapped it and sealed it close but she already knew how to take care of new tattoos. When his eyes met hers, the entire world seized to exist. It was just them and nothing could intervene. She didn’t stop herself from hugging him and thanking him – a whisper that made him melt inside her embrace. “There is a Japanese word; kinsukuroi. It’s the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. I find it strangely reassuring” he tenderly told her and she felt a blissful breeze of refreshing air calming down her lungs. “If you want to see the other tattoos, you can. It’s just that…” she trailed of and cautiously grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it off. She knew it was too much – she could have just described them to him. But she knew it was a risk she was willing to take because the moment would never be perfect, the circumstances would only worsen and her heart would only break even more. He took a sharp breath in but didn’t stop her; quite the opposite really. He found himself helping her out of her shirt with shaky hands. His touch burned her but she could only look at him and see a future – it scared her. His eyes stayed on hers but slowly they roamed her upper body and suddenly they fell on the canis major constellation, tattooed right in the middle of her chest – underneath her bra. There was a small blue bird in the left side of her rib-cage, probably the one from Bukowski’s poem. He wasn’t able to do anything but stare at her and explore her body. She softly nudged her hair out of the way and his eyes traveled to her neck once again. It was the most intimate thing he had ever done. She twisted her torso so he could see her back – a pair of antlers resting close to her hairline and the planetary system running down her spine. Not just any tattoo. It was almost identical to his. “How is this possible? The moon, the canis major, the antlers, the planets? How?” he asked disoriented, not knowing which tattoo to look at because if he looked at her face, he would kiss her, crush her in his arms. She shrugged and put her shirt back on. He knew those tattoos were done at least a year ago – she didn’t know them. “Maybe not in your reality. But is was in mine” she airily told him, leaving him with questions to which he did know the answer. The girl in front of him hadn’t simply fallen from the sky to his embrace. She had fallen through time. He was too close, his breath on her mouth, her hands on his arm, tracing the patterns of his tattoos. She closed her eyes, not wanting to collide. Not now. Not yet. But she couldn’t say no all at once. She placed a small peck on his cheek and thanked him again. “Care for a cigarette?” she mouthed too close to his lips. No, he didn’t. He cared about her. All the right ways – and all the wrong ones. He was hers in a way he never belonged to anyone ever before. A little. A lot. Passionately. Not all.

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toxoiddiamond · 4 years

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T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Seong Ki-mun Nicknames: He briefly went by the name Kyle in middle school because he was tired of people teasing him about his “weird” name. But by the time he got to high school he didn’t care anymore and was back to going by his real name. (He also started purposely mispronouncing the names of anyone who made fun of his name– think A-a-ron.) Age: 30 Birthday: November 23rd Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Birthplace: Anaheim, California Current Location: NYC, New York Speaks: English, Korean (fluently, but his family teases him about his “American accent” all the time) Dominant Hand: Right Education: He got his Associates Degree from LaGuardia Community College, then transferred to NYU and got his Bachelors in Arts & Sciences. He cheerfully refers to college as the most money he’s ever wasted in his life. Occupation: Teaching Assistant in the English department at CUNY Hunter College. He mostly assists with the Writing and Poetry classes, but also helps out with various Literature classes and acts as a substitute teacher within the department if a professor is out sick or anything. He sometimes ends up being treated more like a personal assistant– sent out for coffee or lunch, asked to type up notes or sort paperwork, but he doesn’t mind. Vehicle: Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle bought him a white 1998 Honda Prelude when he graduated from high school, and he still has it to this day. He doesn’t drive much since it’s so impractical in the city, but he likes having it around as an option for longer trips, road trips, etc. Worldly Possessions: Tons of random art supplies– pencils, charcoal, sketchbooks, clay, paints, brushes, etc. Notebooks completely filled with poetry (with many of the poems scribbled out). A fancy smart TV. A bunch of bean bag chairs. A super nice tablet (Ki-Mun may have a bit of an obsession with having the latest technology~). Tons of socks– like, way too many socks. He has an entire dresser drawer just for his socks. Pet(s): A super adorable calico munchkin kitty named Bugsy.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: He says 5’8”, but he’s closer to 5’7”. Hair: Dark black. Very full, soft and shiny. Always seems to fall perfectly into place even with the bare minimum of effort. He usually just puts a bit of pomade in it and tousles it. Facial Hair: His facial hair is very patchy, so he doesn’t bother growing it out. Eye Colour: Brown Skin Tone: A makeup artist friend of his, Andi, occasionally asks to put makeup on Ki-mun as practice (and also for fun) and has informed Ki-mun that his skin tone is “warm beige.” She also informed Ki-mun that he is an Autumn– Ki-mun doesn’t know what that means, but he likes to share it as a fun fact anytime he has to introduce himself to a group of students. Clothing: Ki-mun dresses like a pretty typical hipster, honestly. Skinny jeans, oversized sweaters, band tees, peacoats, cardigans, leather jackets, etc. He usually wears contacts, but occasionally wears big ol’ glasses. Distinguishing Marks: Does being adorable count as a distinguishing feature? Face Claim: Justin H Min

H E A L T H Physical Health: Not bad. Ki-mun was born HIV positive, but has been taking antiretroviral medications since he was a kid. At this point, his viral load is basically non-existent and he is considered to be in remission, with a very good prognosis. Because of the medication he takes, his immune system is not the best, and he is much more susceptible to getting sick as a result. During cold and flu season, Ki-mun will often wear a mask when he’s out in public– his aunt and uncle ingrained that habit in him from a young age (and also wore masks themselves so he wouldn’t feel like the odd one out). Physical Abilities/Limitations: He’s decent at almost anything to do with art, but is especially good at drawing with charcoal. He also likes doing speed-sketches, figure sketches, etc. He is also weirdly good at baseball, and plays on the New York City Metro Baseball Team as part of the NY Blacksox during the season (June through August). Also, he is great at tossing food directly into people’s mouths– popcorn, M&Ms, etc. He hardly ever misses. Addictions: Definitely caffeine, but no serious addictions. Allergies: He gets a mild rash when he eats or touches strawberries. Mental Health: It’s not horrible? It’s not great, but not horrible. As much as he denies it, Ki-mun is pretty lonely, partly because he has such a hard time letting anyone in. He’s not the most trusting person, and tends to keep people at arms’ length until he’s sure they can be trusted. At the moment, he only has one person in his life that he would actually consider a friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance to him. Ki-mun has sort of “accepted” the idea that he may end up being alone forever, even though that’s not really what he wants.

H I S T O R Y Summary: Ki-mun was born in Anaheim, California, and got off to a pretty rough start. His mother had AIDS, and unfortunately, it was passed on to Ki-mun. He was fine and had no symptoms for a few months, but eventually began to get sick, though thanks to swift treatment, he recovered quickly and the HIV never progressed. As Ki-mun got older, his mother’s health began to deteriorate, until finally they moved in with Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle so they could help take care of her. She eventually was bedridden and had to stay in the hospital full time. One of Ki-mun’s earliest memories is of visiting his mother in the hospital for the last time, which is absolutely one of his worst memories. After his mother passed away, Ki-mun’s aunt and uncle took him in and raised him as one of their own children. They love him like crazy and were amazing parents to him, and Ki-mun has always been grateful to them– not only for raising him, but for loving him as much as they love their actual children and never making him feel like he mattered less. He had a relatively happy childhood in spite of everything. After high school, Ki-mun decided to move to New York– he wanted a change of pace, and wanted a chance to start over and reinvent himself. He found a job and began taking classes at the community college, managed to get his associate’s degree after a year and a half, and transferred to NYU to get his Bachelors. Ki-mun was a very dedicated student and didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know any of his fellow classmates, going to parties, making friends, etc. Still, he ended up being roped into a friend/study group, which is where he ended up meeting Spencer. Spencer was the first person that Ki-mun had serious feelings for. They were friends for the better part of two years, each attracted to the other but both too nervous to say anything. Finally, a week before graduation, Ki-mun got up the courage to confess how he felt, and they became an official couple for all of one day. Unfortunately, once Ki-mun explained to Spencer about his diagnosis, Spencer flew off the handle and accused Ki-mun of being deceptive, being a liar, being manipulative, etc. He told Ki-mun he was disgusting and to never contact him again, and that was that. Shortly after Ki-mun’s heart was smashed to pieces, he packed up everything he owned and moved to a new area of the city, wanting to put at least a little bit of distance between himself and his old friend group. It was here that he met Andi and became close friends with her, and also found a job at CUNY Hunter College. Although Ki-mun feels that his life is generally good and happy– he enjoys his job, has a really good friend and coworkers he likes, he has gotten really into his poetry lately and has been reading it at open mic nights– he can’t help but feel that something is missing from his life. Job History: He worked in his aunt and uncle’s restaurant from ages fifteen to eighteen. When he moved to New York, he did a little bit of job hopping before finally settling on a job at a grocery store– he stayed at that job until he graduated from college and took his job at CUNY Hunter. Fondest Memories: Despite the fact that his childhood was pretty rough at times, Ki-mun has a lot of great memories as well. Family trips to Korea, various birthdays, his graduation day. He also has fond memories of his job at the grocery store– as much as he didn’t enjoy the work, he really liked his coworkers. Plus, all the various spur-of-the-moment adventures Andi has dragged him into. Worst Experiences: His mother dying when he was four years old. Finally getting to be with the person he’d been hung up on for two years, only to be broken up with after less than a day.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: Sarcastic. Often sounds like he might be annoyed. He speaks in monotone with most people, even when he’s not in a bad mood, so people often think he’s angry or doesn’t like them (and to be fair, they are sometimes correct). If he’s talking to a friend, he’ll definitely be more animated and not so grumpy. And if, by chance, he’s talking to someone he’s attracted to (*coughDODGERcough*) then he’ll get a little tongue-tied, like he wants to flirt but he doesn’t really know how. Accent: American. When he speaks Korean, his American accent does come through a bit, something his family likes to tease him about. Favorite Phrases or Words: When he’s done listening to someone and wants them to stop talking to him/stop telling him a boring story, he will just say “cool” in the most monotone voice he can manage. It usually works. Usual Curse Words: He says “Jesus Christ” and “oh fuck” a lot.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: ISFP-T Sense of Humor: Definitely sarcastic and dry. He can be mean at times, but usually only if the person deserves it. As a result, Ki-mun has been described as “sassy” more than once. When he’s with people he actually likes, Ki-mun is a lot more lighthearted and not so sarcastic. Habits: Twists his lips a little when he’s thinking hard. Rolls his eyes when someone says something he thinks is dumb. Also rolls his eyes and sighs if he’s stuck in a conversation he really doesn’t want to have. When he’s reading his poetry out loud, he never looks up at the audience/whoever is listening because he’ll get too nervous if he sees everyone looking at him. Fears/Phobias: As much as he tries to act like he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, Ki-mun is very secretive about certain aspects of himself, and is very afraid of someone finding out more about him than he wants them to know. He can’t stand having his privacy invaded, and it honestly makes him feel sick to think of the wrong person knowing too much about him (he still hates that he ever let himself be so vulnerable with Spencer, and blames himself for not seeing more clearly what kind of person he was). Strengths: Ki-mun is very creative and has a knack for all kinds of art. Although it’s hard to get to know him, once he becomes friends with someone, he is fiercely loyal and would do anything for them. As a teacher/teaching assistant, he is exceptionally patient– much more so than in other aspects of his life. He is always happy to answer questions and help anyone student who needs it. Underneath his harsh exterior, Ki-mun is a kind person who just has trouble opening himself up to others. Flaws: He has built up a lot of walls around himself in an effort to try and keep himself from getting hurt. Every time he’s let those walls down, he’s ended up regretting it and building them back up even higher. Anyone who wants to get to know him has to be very determined. Ki-mun is also not the type of person to be nice just because social conventions say he should– if he doesn’t like someone, he won’t talk to them. If he thinks someone is boring, he will tell them so. He can’t stand small talk and will never willingly engage in it. This makes him a very difficult person to interact with. Hopes/Desires: He is not entirely sure what he wants to do with his life, but right now, he’s happy just working and exploring his options. All he knows is that he wants to keep writing poetry, possibly get some published, and keep working in a field that lets him play to his strengths. Wildest Fantasy: A cure for HIV/AIDS being found. Self-Esteem: It’s a little complicated. On some level, Ki-mun is confident in himself and proud of all he’s accomplished in his life. But at the same time, he has it in his head that he doesn’t deserve some of the things he wants, such as a romantic relationship, marriage, a family, etc. He kind of views himself as damaged goods, unfortunately. Religion: He was raised Protestant, and his family used to be fairly devout. He went to church every Sunday, they read scriptures and said a family prayer every night, etc. But the older the kids got, the less active in the church the entire family became. His parents and siblings are still casually religious, and Ki-mun has held on to certain aspects of it, but he doesn’t care about going to church or reading the bible or anything.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: Usually on his stomach, occasionally on his back. Boxers or Briefs?: Briefs Day or Night?: He’s okay with both. He works during the day, which he likes, and in the late afternoon/evening he goes to the cafe and hangs out or reads his poetry. Top or Bottom?: Bottom, but he’s willing to switch if his partner wants to. Partying or Relaxing?: He likes parties, but he really prefers relaxing when it comes right down to it.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: Andi is currently the only person Ki-mun would call a friend. He has a lot of acquaintances, but no one else that he’s really close to. Relationship History: He dated a couple of people in high school, but it was just puppy love and nothing serious. He had a couple of flings in college as well, just short-lived, purely physical relationships, and the only sexual encounters Ki-mun has ever had. And then there was Spencer. Ki-mun has not even been on a date since that whole debacle. Sexual Partners: Just the two guys Ki-mun had brief flings with. Thoughts About Sex: He enjoys it. He’s also pretty sure he’s never going to have it again, and has come to accept that.

P A R E N T S Name(s): His mother’s name was Seong Bo-ram. His aunt and uncle are named Park Min-ji and Park Kang-dae. Age(s): His mother passed away at the age of 28. His aunt is 57 and his uncle is 60. Social Standing: His mother was very well-liked, but was shunned by a lot of her friends after she not only became pregnant out of wedlock, but ended up contracting HIV. His aunt and uncle are well-respected in their community, and also well-off financially, firmly in the upper middle class. Occupation(s): His mom was a flight attendant. His aunt and uncle run a small Korean restaurant which is extremely popular– on weekends there’s often a line of people outside waiting to get in. Religion: Protestant-ish. Quality of Relationship With Their Children: Ki-mun’s mom loved him a ton– the reason she left him to her sister and brother-in-law is because she knew they would love Ki-mun as much as she did, and she was right. Ki-mun is still very close to his aunt and uncle. Living/Deceased: His mother is dead, but his aunt and uncle are alive.

S I B L I N G (S) Name(s): Park Kang-min, Jang-mi (aka Jamie) Sanders, and Park Bo-ram (named after Ki-mun’s mother). Age(s): 33, 31, and 27. Social Standing: They’re all doing quite well in life and are upstanding members of society. Occupation(s): Kang-min is a commercial airline pilot, Jamie is currently a stay-at-home mom but plans to go back to work as an RN once her kids are a little older, and Bo-ram is a violinist with the California Symphony. Religion: They’re all sorta Protestant, but Jamie is the only one of them who still goes to church now and then. Quality of Relationship with Character: Even though they are technically Ki-mun’s cousins, they always refer to him as their brother. They’re all pretty close; they don’t talk all the time or anything, but when they do, they get along very well and have always enjoyed each other’s company. Living/Deceased: All living~

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: Ki-mun lives in a modest studio apartment fairly close to both his work and Central Park. The apartment is well-decorated, with a lived-in, cozy sort of look. He’s very comfortable where he is, not at all bothered by living in a small space, especially considering how much more expensive it would be to upgrade to a one-bedroom.

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natasha-romanoff-deserved-better · 4 years

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Children Of Yesterday- Chapter Two

Standing in front of him, are two more children, only slightly older than the one he had found. The blonde child was freakishly skinny with dark bags under his eyes, and was standing with another black-haired slightly taller child who had a bony arm wrapped around him.

The blonde was wearing an over-sized Captain America costume that drowned him, and the other only wearing a leather jacket with sleeves that covered his hands and fell to his knees.

Tony almost chokes.

The blonde in the Captain America costume. The black-haired child standing over him. The scared, timid kid on his hip with glasses and bruises.

He knows who these kids are.

After an accident with Hydra and the time stone, Tony and Rhodey are left with six of their teammates turned into young children. Trying to keep the six young, traumatized and rambunctious children safe all while finding a cure and attempting to give them a taste of a real childhood might be their biggest mission yet.

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“What kind of name is Clint?” Bucky says with a wrinkled nose.

“A better one than Bucky, that’s for sure.” Clint responds stubbornly.

“What’s wrong with the name Bucky?” Steve chimes in, looking between the two.

Tony and Rhodey had placed them all together in the back of the jet, ushering them into two rows of seats facing each other and instructing them to “play nice” before walking away to continue talking with Fury and leaving them to their own devices.

“I like your names,” says Sam, with a grin.

They’d all been shoved into extra SHIELD wind breaker jackets, since there had been no children’s clothes on board. Bruce quietly sits in his seat watching the exchange between the other boys as he fiddles with the sleeves on his jacket. Next to him; Natasha, her arms still crossed, eyes narrowed. Her gun had been confiscated by Fury, much to her annoyance. She listens for about two minutes before rolling her eyes, slipping out of her seat and stomping off.

Fury and Tony stand towards the front of the jet, quietly arguing where the kids hopefully can’t hear them. Tony looks into Fury’s calm face.

“You can’t be serious.” He deadpans.

“I’m always serious.”

Tony runs a hand over his face. “You really think a hospital is a good idea? A hospital. For these kids.”

“Stark, they need medical observation. We don’t know if Bruce still has Hulk abilities, or anything about how Steve’s serum might be affecting him and even if not at all, he was an extremely sick kid. Natasha was a trained killer as a child and will probably need constant twenty-four seven supervision. We also have no idea how this type of transition will affect their bodies or if—”

“A hospital is not a place where children should be staying, not to mention several of them are probably terrified of them.”

“I don’t care what should be happening. I care what is safest for them. This is not a normal situation, and these are not normal children…”

“Can’t you just find some SHIELD agents to take care of them for a bit? There must be some agents that like kids.”

Fury cocks his head. “Do you want to do it?”

Tony blanches. “I-what? No. I hate kids. I- I’m awful with them.”

“Then they’re staying in the hospital until we either find Strange or someone else who can piece the time stone back together and get them back to their regular selves. End of discussion.”

Fury doesn’t wait for a response from him, just turns and heads into the pilot cockpit, effectively cutting off the argument. Tony just sighs exasperatedly as he plops down into a chair in front of Rhodey.

Rhodey closes the laptop he was typing on, and fixes his eyes on Tony, who is opening the mini fridge and pouring himself a double shot.

“You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“Fury wants them to stay in a hosp—”

“No, no. I heard Fury. I meant you. You don’t hate kids, you never have.”

“I’m just not good with them, okay?”

Rhodey raises an eyebrow. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re great with Peter—"

“Peter is a weird kid--”

“—and that one other kid from a while ago. Harley?”

Tony rubs a hand over his face. “Listen, Rhodes. May trusted me to take care of Peter and you saw what happened to him last time. I shouldn’t even be allowed near the team right now.”

“Tony. We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah, we have. And it doesn’t change anything that happened.”

“You can’t keep ignoring Peter’s calls forever, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just—”

“Hey!” Steve is suddenly standing before them, the rest of the group standing slightly gathered behind him and Bucky. “You still haven’t told us what the heck is going on, Mr.!”

“Oh god.” Tony rubs another hand over his face again, trying to rack his brain as he buys himself a few seconds more to think. They hadn’t yet gone over what exactly they wanted to tell the kids, and quite frankly Tony wasn’t sure if telling them they were superheroes who accidentally got turned into seven year old children by a magical rock would be the best idea.

“Um.” He sneaks a glance at Rhodey, who looks just as lost as him. “Well…”

“We’re here to help you all.” Rhodey says, making slight eye contact with Tony to motion to go along with it.

“Yes!” Tony agrees. “We’re here to help you. We’re going to take you all somewhere safe with people who can protect you.”

“Protect us from who? I miss my dad.” Sam says, bottom lip poking out.

“Yeah! My ma will be worried.” Bucky agrees.

“You all remember the building you woke up in?”

“The ruined one?” Bruce asks.

“Yup, that one. Some bad guys blew it up, and we want to make sure those bad guys can’t get to any of you.”

“There’s bad guys after us?”

“Are my parents okay?”

“What’d they blow it up with?”

“Okay, okay, whoa. One question at a time. You don’t need to worry about the bad guys anymore, okay? You’re all safe now. And yes, everyone is okay. And Bruce, I’m not sure. Dynamite, or something like that.”

The mention of dynamite seems to occupy the kids minds then, confusion forgotten as Sam launches into a story about a cartoon he’d recently seen where they used dynamite to knock over a mountain.

Tony searches for the red hair, which he finds standing at the very back of group, as if she hadn’t wanted them to know she had joined. “Do you understand, Natalia? That we’re here to help you?”

Natasha gives him no response, makes no move to indicate she understood the conversation or even understood the question he was asking her. Instead she simply stares for several seconds before going back to her seat to continue watching out the jet’s window.

Tony turns to Rhodey, a grimace on his face. “I can try to make her some instant translation earpieces when I get to the workshop.”

“Well, this is going to go just amazing.” Tony grumbles to Rhodey as they lead the group of kids through the doors of SHIELD's medical wing.

“We’ll handle it.” Rhodey responds calmly, keeping his eyes on Clint and Natasha, who have both slowed down their steps significantly after entering the building and realizing they were in a hospital.

Clint whips around the face the two adults. “Why are we here?!” He demands, stomping a tiny foot. He points at Tony. “You promised you weren’t from the government!”

“We’re not. We just need to make sure you’re all okay and—”

“You lied!”

“He lied?” Steve’s expression turns sour.

“No, no I didn’t lie. Clint, look at me. Your arm is hurt, right? They’re going to fix it. No one is going to get into any trouble or anything, okay?”

Tony can tell by his face that Clint doesn’t totally believe him, but he doesn’t yell anymore, so Tony counts that as a win.

Sam picks up on his unease and moves over from his spot next to Steve to stand by Clint. “Doctors are good. They help you feel better.”

“They’re gunna get my dad in trouble.”

Sam blinks. “Why would they do that?”

“Clint.” Rhodey cuts in, before Clint could say anything more to Sam about his father. “Like Tony said. No one is getting in trouble. I promise.”

“Yeah! I’ve stayed in a hospital once! They give you free food!” It’s Steve. Of course. Bruce’s interest piques at the mention of free food, hunger stronger than the fear.

Clint considers this for a second, then mumbles out an annoyed fine as he wraps his arms protectively around his stomach.

“Fury called ahead and notified them of what happened,” Rhodey whispers to Tony. “But how do you want to do this? I don’t think letting any of them go off by themselves is a good idea.”

“Divide and conquer?”

Rhodey nods. “How about you take Clint, Nat, and Bruce and I’ll handle Sam and the duo?”

“What? How come you get the easy ones and I have the hard ones?”

“Were you or were you not, the one who got Clint and Nat both to come out of hiding and also found Bruce?”

“Yes, but—”

“Tony. Stop doubting yourself.” Rhodey doesn’t give him any more time to argue with him. He places his hands on Sam’s and Bucky’s shoulders and steers them over to where a doctor is waiting, Steve following Bucky as the doctor smiles at the kids.

Getting Clint and Bruce through the medical tests ended up not be as hard as Tony had feared. The knowledge of their childhoods had made him worried they would be resistant to any medical treatment or doctors. Turns out, Bruce didn’t care too much at all. He went along with the tests and exams as long as he got to ask questions to the doctors- what they were doing, how that machine works, what does that thing on the wall do, can he see the blood they just took? The doctor seemed slightly overwhelmed at all the curious questions, but played along and tried to answer them in the most child friendly way he could. Bruce then demanded to know the real words, not the watered-down child version.

Clint had been harder, but not too bad. He wasn’t happy about the tests, staring at the doctors and at Tony with a frown, and refusing to answer some questions (how’d you get that bruise?), but he let the doctors do what they needed to do with minimal complaints.

And then they get to Natasha.

Tony had thought letting Natasha go last would help. That maybe, if she was able to see exactly what the doctors were going to do, watch Bruce and Clint go through them without being harmed, then she would be calmer when it was her turn.

It starts out okay- Tony is pleasantly surprised by how easily she goes along with the doctor’s orders. He had expected an all-out battle – adult Natasha refused go to medical unless she was knocking on death’s door, and even then, it could still be a struggle for the team to convince her.

But she stays quiet, lets the doctor check her over for injuries, allows the nurses to draw blood and test her reflexes.

It isn’t until they try to get an X-ray that things go to shit.

Tony notices her hesitation as soon as they walk into the room. She hadn’t been allowed to accompany Clint or Bruce to their X-rays, so the room is completely new to her. Her eyes widen as she takes in the towering machines.

“Mr. Stark, if you could collect her jacket? The metal zipper is not allowed.” The X-ray technician orders. Jackie, Tony notices.

“Oh, right, yeah. Hey Nat? We need to take this off, now, okay?” Natasha looks up at him, her frown deepening. She doesn’t move though, so Tony takes initiative and pushes one of the shoulders down her arm. She makes a small noise of protest, and he apologizes to her quickly before continuing. It’s clear she is upset, but she allows him to take her jacket, leaving her in only the oversized black tank they’d originally found her in.

“Okay, Natalia. If you could just hop up here for me and lay down.” Jackie gestures and pats the small X-ray bed. Natasha goes willingly, but he can see her breath slightly sped up as she lays back. Jackie lays the dense led blanket over her torso and Natasha freezes.

Her little body goes taunt as her breath hitches in panic. By her sides, her hands curl into fists as they begin to shake.

“Shit. Uh, hey Doc, maybe we shouldn’t—” Tony is cut off as Natasha starts whimpering, moisture leaking from the sides of her eyes.

“Neit,” She shakes her head as she starts to cry harder. “Neit!”

Tony doesn’t wait for Jackie. He shoves the blanket off Natasha’s body and onto the floor. “Nat! Nat, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He rushes to comfort. If Natasha understands him, she doesn’t show it. She sits up but continues shaking her head and brings her fisted hands to cover her ears and closes her eyes. She draws her knees up to her chest and curls in on herself.

Jackie rushes back over, softly repeating comforting words. She looks up at Tony, bewildered.

“Does she have a history of trauma?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, she does. But I didn’t think this would—”

“Sometimes people can have a hard time with the led blanket. It can closely resemble being held down.”

“Oh, god.” Tony breathes out as he takes in the implications of her words.

Natasha is on the verge of hyperventilating, so Tony places a gentle hand on her shoulder. She startles and flinches away, but it gets her attention back on him. “Natalia. Look at me. You’re safe, okay? Safe. Nothing’s going to happen to you, but you need to breathe for me.”

Tony begins exaggerating his own breathing, in through his nose and exhaling loudly from his mouth. She’s confused at first but gets the point, and starts trying to mimic his breathing. “There you go. Good job, Nat.” She lights up at his praising tone.

Jackie smiles sadly at them. “Why don’t we skip the X-rays for today. If she shows any problems or more bruising later, we can try again. But it seems she might be done for today.”

Tony agrees and helps Natasha back into her wind breaker. Jackie is kind enough to supply Natasha with a pair of child’s leggings from the hospital’s lost and found. The other children have been supplied clothes also, she lets him know as they walk back down the hall.

Rhodey is waiting for them, having finished with Steve, Bucky and Sam and collected Clint and Bruce. Fury is standing off to the side, watching Bucky and Sam argue over something with an unimpressed expression. Next to him, stands the main doctor of the medical wing, several folders in his arms.

“How’d it go with them?” Tony asks Rhodey.

Rhodey shrugs. “They were all good, no problems. Steve has quite the medical history, though.”

At that, the doctor jumps in to explain further, going over all their findings. Steve was the worst off- with anemia, heart palpations, sinusitis, asthma, indigestion, and slight scoliosis. Tony whispers a Jesus Christ under his breath as the doctor continues. Steve, Bucky, and Bruce all show signs of malnutrition. Bruce’s X-rays showed previous and wrongly healed fractures in several bones. Clint has several bruised bones, and a tweaked shoulder. Natasha seems okay for the most part, despite the scars and bruising littering her skin. Overall, Sam is the healthiest of them all, with only scrapes on his knees and elbows in which he was quick to tell the doctor about his fall from a tree.

By the time the doctor is finished with everything, Tony is struggling to keep up and remember everything. Rhodey is taking it all with a calm face, nodding along.

“Alright. Thank you, Dr. Daniels.” Fury nods to him. He turns to Tony and Rhodey. “Shall we show them to their rooms for the night?”

They nod, feeling the exhaustion start to seep into their bones as the adrenaline ebbs away. Fury leads them down more hallways, towards the private hospital rooms. An agent is waiting for them, who introduces himself as the agent in charge of this wing.

“Just to be clear, these aren’t cells, right?” Rhodey asks, looking suspiciously at the doors.

“Oh, no. These are simply hospital rooms, but they have been fitted with electronic locks. We use them for victims or suspects who are high flight or fight risk. The children will be comfortable, I assure you.” He gestures behind himself. “I’ll show them their rooms.”

The kids follow behind him as Rhodey and Tony stay back.

The agent opens the first door, and looks over to Sam. “Sam, this is going to be your room for tonight, okay? Look, it’s even got it’s every own TV in front of the bed.” Sam takes a step inside, looks around for several seconds before finding the TV and nodding excitedly. “See that remote right there by the bed? You can press that red button on there and it will call a nurse if you need anything. Just let us know if you get hungry or thirsty or want anything, alright?”

“Okay!” Sam plops down on the bed, TV remote already in hand as he clicks it on to begin flipping through the channels. The agent nods at him and backs out, closing the door to Sam’s room. He walks across the hall, opens another door.

“Steve, this is your room.” Steve and Bucky move to step inside, but the agent stops Bucky with his free arm. “James, you have your own room. This is just Steve’s.”

“What?” Steve spins around from the doorway, his eyes narrowing at the agent.

“Yeah, what the hell?” Bucky counters as he pushes the arm away from himself angrily.

“Guys…” He sighs.

“I stay with him.” Bucky moves to stand next to Steve, the two boys mirroring each other as they cross their arms over their chests stubbornly. The agent gapes at the two for a second, before giving up.

“Fine, fine. But we’re not bringing in a second bed. You both heard what I said to Sam about the red button to call a nurse, yes?” The boys both nod.

“Okay, good. Goodnight you two.” He closes the door. He turns back to the remaining three kids and tries to herd them further down the hall.

Natasha refuses to move.

“Why’d you stop, Natasha?” He asks. She glares at him. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

She still doesn’t answer. The agent turns back to where Tony and Rhodey are standing at the end of the hallway. “Can we please get a translator, already?” He faces the red head again.

“C’mon, we need to get you settled in your rooms for the night.” The agent reaches out and tries to grab Natasha’s wrist, but she yanks it back.

“Natalia,” Clint whispers to her, his eyes wide. “You’re going to make him mad.” He tries with worried eyes. She turns to him, makes eye contact for several seconds before returning to glare down the agent. He rubs a hand over his face, mumbles to himself something about his pay before giving up. He snatches her upper arm and tries to force her to continue down the hallway with them.

“Fuck!” He yelps, as small teeth sink into his hand. He pulls his hand away from her arm. To this right, Bruce flinches and Clint pushes himself between the black-haired boy and the disgruntled agent. “We’re not doing this right now.” The agent says as he swoops down and grabs Natasha, picking her up with an arm around her waist as he holds her to his side. Natasha squirms in his arms for several seconds, small hands fumbling at his scrubs before giving up and letting herself be carried.

Bruce is next to be shown his room, but after seeing the fear in his eyes, Clint steps in. He moves to stand next to Bruce and grabs his hand. “If Steve and Bucky get to share a room, why can’t we?”

“They’ve known each other since they were babies. Why don’t you give Bruce some privacy, okay?”

Clint opens his mouth to argue, but Natasha beats him to it by delivering a swift kick to the agent’s legs from her position on his hip. He cruses, allows Natasha to slide down out of his grasp as he gives in to the second pair of boys. “Fine.”

Clint points at Natasha. “Her too.”

“Absolutely not.” The agent backs out with Natasha and closes their door before Clint can make any more negotiations.

“Okay, Natalia.” The agent pulls her over to the very last door. She goes willingly, a complete 180 from her pace just a few minutes ago. “This is yours… Hey, listen. You are not to leave this room. This room is safe, and we are trying to help you. Got that?”

Natasha blinks at him.

“Right. Okay. Press the red button if you need anything and someone will come to help you.” Natasha simply turns away from him and goes to sit on her bed until he leaves. Stepping outside the room, the agent relaxes, finally done with all the kids. He pulls out his walkie talkie. “Okay, guys. All the kids are in. You can go ahead and lock the doors for the night.” The locks echo down the hall as they all click shut.

Natasha surveys her room, taking in the small camera situated in the right top corner and the locks on the door. She turns her back to the camera and hunches over. From the waistband of her leggings, she pulls out a master keycard, successfully swiped out from the agent’s chest pocket.

#look i actually wrote something #children of yesterday #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction

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notyourprettyboyxo · 5 years

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Coffee&Charcoal

modern harringrove

nsfw

“Next,” the barista called out, startling Steve from his thoughts. He stepped forward, staring blankly at the barista. He was one of the most….gorgeous men Steve had ever seen. Curly blonde hair pulled back into a bun, curling casually around a cut jawline. Steve couldn’t find words as the tongue came out between two pink lips, “anything you like?” The mocking tone brought Steve back to the present.

“I-Sorry?” Steve asked, trying to catch the last words said to him.

The man sighed, and Steve watched as his gaze traveled up and down Steve. It took all the self-control he had to not fidget under the intense gaze, “anything you like….pretty boy?” The grin widened, shark-like, the tongue swiping along his teeth.

Steve’s eyes narrowed at the barista, “The name’s Steve.”

“Alright….pretty boy,” the smile only got more intense, his enjoyment coming from his ability to piss Steve off.

“Flat white, thanks,” Steve said, reaching for his wallet. He may be pretty, but definitely a dick.

He had set up with his drawing book at the window seat when his coffee was dropped off to him. In lifting the drink to his lips, his eyes landed on the napkin, in a script that was far neater than he would have expected; he found a note. One that took several glances to fully realize.

Pretty Boy,

The name’s Billy.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Steve snorted as he folded the napkin and placed it in his bag. While his last serious relationship had been in high school, he wasn’t quite ready for anything like that yet. He wanted to focus on school and not be concerned with curly haired barista’s named Billy.

As he prepared to leave, Steve considered the napkin. On impulse he ripped a sheet from his sketchbook and hastily wrote in slanting script;

Billy,

You want to see me? Come to my show on Friday night.

9pm 342 Herring Rd.

Ps. Dress nice.

-Not your Pretty Boy-

He left the paper before he could rethink his actions.

Steve spent the week working frantically on his final art pieces. When Steve found himself imagining the final piece, he knew he had to do it. Time be damned, but this lead to thinking about what would happen on Friday. He wondered if he’d even show. Wondering what he’d do if he did show. It was not just that though, Steve found himself thinking of those pink lips wrapped around him, Billy on his knees before him; thinking about him late in the night when Steve could take everything into his own hand.

Something about the barista brought a desire that Steve hadn’t had for years.

Finally, Friday night came around and Steve was standing in front of his clothes, considering what he could wear to his show that would display him in the best light. Finally settling on black slacks and a dark red button-down, Steve took a final look before leaving. He had a show to do.

“Steve, this is great!” Nancy gushed, her grin was infectious with Jonathon nodding behind her, letting her voice opinions for both.

Steve felt himself go red as he considered the room. The show was a culmination of the last six months of his arts degree. He had focused primarily on charcoal life drawings, using acrylic to add emphasis where necessary. The effect within the room was dark, gritty and sometimes a bit more honest than Steve was comfortable showing.

Steve thanked them and stepped away to watch the room, wine glass in hand. His eyes caught on a leather jacket. The man in question, gazing at a piece that Steve had done a couple of months ago. A four feet tall charcoal drawing of feet tangled in blankets. It was the light that had captured him, begging to be recorded. Steve made his way across the room to stand beside him, “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

Billy turned to him, his eyes trailing up Steve, “wouldn’t have missed it, pretty boy.” his tongue darting out again. Steve found himself watching the movement. His pants getting tighter at the brief movement, “this is a foot fetishist dream though.” Billy said, turning back to the sketch.

Steve rolled his eyes as he looked at it, “it’s about intimacy, dick.”

“So who’s the one in these then? Girlfriend?” Billy asked.

Steve frowned, watching Billy, “no. Just…momentary companions,” he struggled to find a better term than one night stands, but that’s what they’d been.

Billy snorted, “momentary companions. Goddam pretty boy.”

“What? Is there an issue with that?” Steve asked, turning to face Billy fully.

“Would have pegged you as the type with the high school sweetheart.” Billy shrugged, walking to the next piece. A study of hands grasping the pages of a book.

“Left that a long time ago,” Steve said, following him. “How about you, girlfriend?”

Billy actually looked at him at that, an eyebrow raised, “I haven’t been obvious enough then pretty boy? I’m about as gay as they come.”He said it with a level of finality that Steve couldn’t help but wonder if there was something behind it all. Steve found his fingers itching for his charcoal, watching the focused eyes on something other than him, made him want to sketch it and preserve it forever.

Steve said nothing as they walked through the various artworks. He considered the man in front of him, he didn’t know what to make of him. Steve had thought it might just have been a quick fuck. But now? Now he found himself wanting more, wanting to explore who Billy was. Who he had been and who he would become.

How the fuck was he going to do that without scaring him off?

Steve found himself watching Billy and not watching the room. People were beginning to leave, and one internal struggle later, Steve pulled himself away from Billy and said goodbye and thank you to those leaving. It wasn’t until Billy Nancy had left, promising to call the next day, that Steve realized Billy was the only person left in the room.

“You’re something else, pretty boy.” came Billy’s voice from across the room. He was staring at Steve’s most recent piece. A blown up sketch of a coffee cup, a napkin with indecipherable writing on it sitting beside.

“It felt necessary,” was all Steve said as he closed the doors to the gallery.

Billy turned to consider him, his gaze sliding over Steve in that calculating way that left Steve itching to move. It took him two strides and he was standing chest to chest with Steve.

Steve hadn’t noticed, but Billy was just a little shorter than him, he had seemed larger than life before. Billy gazed up at him through his lashes, before his hand snaked through Steve’s hair and that’s where Steve’s control ended.

He grasped the curls as their lips met, a tongue swiping for entrance. He felt consumed from the inside out. Billy was heat and tongue and everything, he was grabbing Steve everywhere, pushing him until steve’s back met a wall. Steve groaned as BIlly’s lips left him and moved to his neck.

“Been thinking about you all week, pretty boy,” Billy said against his neck, sucking at Steve’s pulse point. He nipped at Steve’s neck, and Steve knew without a doubt that he’d have far too many bites to count in the morning.

Steve grabbed wherever he could, his hands sliding over the leather-clad shoulders, dipping past Billy’s collar to feel bare skin again his, “I thought about you too.” he confessed, gasping as BIlly’s hand found his covered cock.

“Oh? Did you think of me as you came?” Billy whispered in his ear.HIs hand gripping Steve’s cock as he moved his hand.

Steve’s head fell back against the wall as he nodded, “yes. Yes.” he groaned.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Billy said as he slid down to his knees, and Steve watched in amazement as Billy undid his pants. His hands pulling Steve out of his underwear. Billy gazed at his cock like a kid in a candy shop and try as he might, Steve tried to watch but when Billy swallowed him down he almost went weak at the knees. It was all he could do to stand up straight.

Billy’s mouth was too warm and it had been too long since Steve had felt this. It wasn’t long until Steve was tugging at Billy’s hair, wordlessly warning him. And as Billy swallowed everything, Steve just about lost it again.

Billy stood, wiping his mouth on his hand. He grinned at Steve, his shark-like grin back, “that what you dreamed off?”

Steve stared at him, not able to find words just yet.

Billy leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just over Steve’s ear, “find yourself wanting more? Give me a call, pretty boy?” then he nipped at Steve’s ear before turning around and leaving the gallery.

Steve watching him go, trying to piece together all that had happened.

He was so fucked.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve Harrington

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koreanboyswriting · 5 years

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In Translation Pt. 7

Genre: Smut, Fluff, and ANGST

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 6.2k words

❌Warnings: graphic depictions of sex❌

You’re in LA with the boys finally for the AMAs, will you both have your dream vacation or have to separate forever??

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Last night you had fallen asleep after Jungkook had gone down on you wrenching every single climax out of your body, you giggled and kissed until you fell asleep, your wrap dress discarded on the floor. Jungkook must have gotten up early this morning and gone back to his bed. And while you understood it, you were still sad that he had left. Before you had time to fully wake up a woman walked into your room, a makeup carrier box in her hand. You blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what was going on as she came over to the side of your bed and pulled you up by the hand.

“What’s going on?” You asked sleepily, stretching out your arms above your head.

“We have interviews to go to today as well as the Jimmy Kimmel live stage. I’ve been sent to help you get ready and do your makeup, we don’t have much time, but we do have a long day so please let’s get moving.” She pulled you up and pushed you into the shower. While she was gruff, she was also nice and took care of you as you went through your routine. She was gentle but firm and you didn’t realize how much you needed her there until she was helping you blow dry your hair while you mentally sorted through everything in your suitcase.

When she was finished, she bowed her head and left the room, before she was all the way out you called out to her, “Wait!”

She turned around her long black hair swinging around her like a curtain, “Yes ma’am?”

You felt sheepish, like a kid who needed their hand held, “Can you help me decide what to wear?” You asked as you turned in on yourself.

She smiled and walked over to your closet and opened it. While you were in the bathroom, someone must have come in and unpacked your suitcase into the closet. It was weird but still appreciated. She spent some time looking at all the clothes, taking a five second glance at each one. Finally, she pulled down a black silk shirt, some dark wash jeans, and a pair of black kitten heels. “Here,” she said thrusting the clothes into your hands, “Simple but classy, you’ll likely be caught a few times in the background, you need to look nice but unassuming.”

You dipped your head in thanks, “You’re amazing, thank you.” She smiled again, looked you up and down and then left, clicking the door quietly behind her.

The next two days went by in a blur. You didn’t understand how the boys kept moving, you were surviving off Redbull and enthusiasm, and they just kept going nonstop. They were never tired of seeing their fans, they never said no to an interview or a picture and somehow, they didn’t get a single stress pimple. The first day wasn’t too bad, the interviews were fine as you spent most of them in a chair right behind the camera, never needing to step in much except to help the other boys. Namjoon was speaking English effortlessly. Jungkook held your hand in the car on the way to events and sent you little winks during the interviews when he thought no one was looking, making you flustered and red. The boys were on a high when they got to the Jimmy Kimmel lot, there were girls circling the entire block and next five, the line seemed to never end and their screams echoed in your ears inside the car as your convoy of black vans made their way up to the main building.

You had changed out of your heels and put on some tennis shoes and a leather jacket as the air turned cool with the setting sun. The boys performed a couple songs and came off the stage sweaty but exhilarated. You were standing by the car as they sat on the curb on the side of the stage for a moment catching their breath. A girl screamed out J-Hope and he turned and smiled at her sending her a finger heart and then they slipped into the van, all giving you their version of a greeting. Jungkook was last and helped you up into the car with a hand on your waist before entering himself. Long after the car had pulled away and you could no longer hear the screams of girls and boys in your ears, the sound of a cameras shuttering still rang there.

The second day was just like the first, your makeup lady was there and helped you pick out an outfit, again. She laughed a little this time at your embarrassment but picked one out anyway, but you opted for your white adidas this time from the start because you already knew today was going to be hectic.

The first stop of the day was a radio show. The interviewers were nice but odd. They asked the boys shallow questions and severely underestimated their knowledge of English. They looked to you often once they recognized you as a translator, but the boys already understood they were just unconfident in their speaking ability, so you would mouth the words sometimes or encourage them as they spoke by nodding. Namjoon was already fantastic and helped them as well. You had forgotten how entitled Americans were, the radio show had made no effort to have anyone there who spoke Korean, nor did they try they just expected BTS to do all the work and that was definitely telling. Sometimes the interviewer would pointedly ask you a question as if the boys couldn’t understand him at all, but you just smiled at Namjoon and he answered the question easily. The interviewer turned to face him, his face aflame. Thankfully they weren’t all that bad.

The next interview was scheduled for thirty minutes after the first, giving you guys just enough space for travel time. You were all loading into the van again in the alley behind the radio station, the front flooded with fans trying to catch a glimpse.

You were walking behind all the guys as they filed into the van when you tripped, Jungkook turned around and caught your arms so you didn’t slam your face into the concrete. The boys all looked at you really concerned until you started laughing.

“Oh my god, I’m such a klutz I’m sorry!” You said between laughs. Jungkook just smiled and shook his head helping you up. He winked at you, his hands lingering on your waist, when you heard the sounds of a camera shuttering again. You looked around but all you saw were the corners of buildings and trash leaning against full dumpsters. You shook your head and took Jungkook’s hand to help you into the car.

After the next interview, the boys took a couple pictures posed on the California streets, looking like models in matching Calvin Klein outfits. The night was spent at the James Corden set, with you laughing at the boys as you watched them play Flinch with Corden. Taehyung was of course competitive as always, but you were surprised that Jungkook didn’t match him. He just giggled and went with the flow, sending you smiles as you waited backstage.

The boys and you were having a late dinner with the management team after the show. You were shoveling rice into your mouth, unpreoccupied with anything going on except your empty stomach.

“Y/n?” You turned at the sound of your name, your mouth full of food. Jin snorted at your face of confusion and you blushed swallowing thickly.

“Sorry, what was that?” You scratched the back of your neck and Jungkook patted your thigh reassuringly, your cheeks lit up again, but you didn’t look at him.

“Well, since you have been such a huge help, we thought it would be nice if you joined the boys at the award show tomorrow evening.” Manager Sejin said with a smile after he finished.

“Wait, are you serious?” You said loudly.

Manager Sejin laughed, “Yes I’m serious.”

“Oh my god!” You swallowed again, “I would love to go!”

They all laughed at your surprised face as you sputtered trying to find words. When you all got back to the hotel Manager Sejin disappeared into his hotel room barking orders to his assistant, his phone pressed to his ear. The work never ended for him. Once on your floor the boys all disappeared into their rooms, their faces exhausted. You turned to go to your room but Jungkook grabbed you by your chin and kissed you. Jungkook then pushed you into your room with his palm lightly on your chest until you got to the edge of your bed, your feet bumping against the wood bedframe.

Your body immediately warmed in wanting, you were never going to get tired of him. “Aren’t you tired baby?” You whispered, your hands caressing his face.

“Not when you look like that love,” He smiled lazily at you, his beautiful brown eyes piercing right into yours as he captured your lips with his.

There was something different about tonight though. It wasn’t like it always was; the tearing of clothes, and aggressive needing to be closer and fuck each other to oblivion. Tonight, it was slow and easy. Jungkook kissed every inch of your skin, going down on you till you bit your lip to keep from screaming his name. Then he made love to you agonizingly slowly until he was breathing hard into your ear and whispering your name like a prayer. When you were both spent you collapsed onto his chest, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin, and you covered it with lazy kisses until Jungkook flipped you over and took you again until your body was shaking.

You both just laid there for a while, talking until your words became incomprehensible and you fell asleep on Jungkook’s perfect chest. He waited until your breathing was slow and even before he whispered three words into your hair and kissed the spot lightly. He fell asleep shortly after thinking he wanted nothing more than this.

You woke the next morning in a daze, you turned to your side expecting an empty bed but there was Jungkook looking like a Greek god. There was a tiny bit of light filtering between the blinds and casting little shapes on his face, his mussed-up hair looking adorable. You leaned over and pressed a feather light kiss on his forehead. He turned over and barely opened his eyes but smiled anyway.

“Why are you so far away,” He said, reaching out for you, his hands opening and closing like he was a baby. You laughed and straddled him kissing every feature on his face, until you went down his neck and licked a tender spot and nipped it lightly with your teeth. His breath hitched and he flipped you over, pushing his dick into your heat. You stopped breathing, trying to control the need ballooning in your chest.

“You have so much control over me,” Jungkook growled into your ear.

“Same here,” You breathed as Jungkook’s eyes were mere inches from your own. “Now go put some pants on before I decide I don’t wanna have any control.”

Jungkook laughed throatily and grabbed a pair of his sweats from the other night off the floor and slipped them on. You watched him from the bed the sheet held around your body admiring every plane of his body.

Jungkook turned around and smirked, “Enjoying the show?”

“Immensely,” you said. He laughed, and you could hear the signs of the other boys getting up and banging around the suite. You made a face and jerked your head towards the door and Jungkook pecked the top of your head before slipping out the door.

You spent a couple minutes brushing out your messy hair and throwing on some clothes before you joined the boys for breakfast. You all sat around the table and the boys talked about how excited they were for the night, when you remembered that you were not at all equipped for an award show.

“Crap, I need to go shopping, I have nothing to wear!” You laughed, thinking about where you could go around the hotel that you could actually afford.

“I want to come!” Taehyung said.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Okay, but we’re going to the stores I want to go to first!” Taehyung laughed and nodded his head.

“Wait, I want to shop too!” Jimin pouted in Korean.

“Okay, but no more. I don’t know if you guys haven’t noticed but you all together draw a crowd.” They all laughed in agreement.

“Wait, but I want to go too,” Jungkook said looking at you with lusty eyes and you almost just said yes because of that when Namjoon interrupted.

“Jungkook, you can’t, you said you would work with me and Yoongi on that song.”

“Oh, crap, sorry I forgot about that but yeah okay.” He responded.

“It probably won’t be that fun anyway, don’t worry about it. You’ll all see the dress tonight anyway.” You said to reassure Jungkook.

You had lied. It was a lot of fun hanging out with Jimin and Taehyung. They had endless energy and pushed you to try on things you would have never even thought of. Taehyung’s style was funky and artsy and he kept finding all the dresses that were short and abstract and all had cool collars of a sort. Jimin was the complete opposite, his style was more classic and edgy. He kept pulling out silk strappy gowns in all black, almost always with a small train. You liked them but you did not really feel like yourself in all of the dresses. They were all wearing you, not you wearing them.

“Guys, I just don’t think I’ll be able to find a dress.” You said coming out of the dressing room, wearing the silk robe the store had hanging on to the wall. You pulled back the thick curtain and Jimin and Taehyung were holding up the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. It was floor length and red with a halter neckline and a thigh high slit in the thick rich fabric. You grabbed it excitedly and slipped it on in the dressing room. It hugged you in all the right places and felt like it belonged on your body. You beamed at yourself in the mirror and pulled open the curtain to show Tae and Jimin. Their jaws dropped and Jimin started slow clapping, you laughed and turned around to look in the mirror again and admired yourself before you looked at the dangling tag. You pulled it around and frowned at the zeros that continued on the designer tag. You looked at the boys with a disappointed look on your face and were about to open your mouth to tell them you couldn’t afford it when Tae held up his hand.

“Don’t even continue to say what you were going to. It’s on us.” He said, looking smug while Jimin beamed.

“No way. It’s too much, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You said, shaking your head.

“Well, you’re not asking, we’re offering.” Jimin said plainly.

“Guys…”

“Nope, it’s decided.” Tae said.

“But—”

“Excuse me,” Tae said in his low voice to the store lady who was trying not to stare at us the whole time while we argued in Korean.

“Yes?” She responded quietly, shocked at being addressed.

“We would like to buy this dress,” said Tae slowly.

She nodded and walked quickly over the register and began pulling out a large box and tissue paper with another associate. You just rolled your eyes and walked back into the room to take off the dress. When you came out the workers grabbed the dress from you politely and began packing it up as Jimin browsed the racks as if he was seriously considering buying one for himself.

You cleared your throat lightly and he jumped, you stifled your laughter and looked resolutely at the register as he hurried over. The associates packed up the dress and Tae handed over a thick silver card that just looked rich. After the lady swiped his card and watched him sign the receipt, she handed him, recognition lit up her eyes.

“Wait aren’t you in that Korean boy band BTS?” She said softly, in her crisp voice.

“Yes,” said Tae in his low voice while he blushed, and Jimin just smiled proudly.

“Well good luck on your performance tonight! We’ll definitely be watching!” She said in a normal voice now sure of herself.

They thanked her and walked out onto the street with you, Tae holding the large bag over his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’ll get tired of that,” said Tae quietly.

You just smiled at him. Their constant modesty would always astound you. All of you got into the in SUV that waited just at the end of the block and Tae put on his old jazz playlist. Jimin closed his eyes and smiled and moved his head ever so slightly to the coalescing instruments. You watched them and smiled to yourself. It was crazy how much all of them had come to mean to you in such a short time. They felt like an extension of your family, each a crucial part of your life. And their character never wavered, whether it was behind closed doors or in front of millions and it was shocking.

Once you got back to the hotel, Deok-su guided all of you up to the suite. You thanked the boys for a hundredth time and they just waved you off and went to shower going through the throngs of people without a second glance. The main living room and kitchen of the suite were bustling with their style and makeup team. Their stylists were steaming their suits and arranging all the pieces on individual racks with each of the members names on them. All of the racks had different variations of cool black outfits as well as their stage outfits with sparkles and bright patterns. You slithered between the people and into your room and sighed heavily as you dropped the large bag onto your bed. You sank onto the mattress right when your makeup lady came out of the bathroom and smiled at you from above. You jumped up and hugged her.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was just starting to get worried about how I would do my makeup.” You hugged her for a little longer than necessary and she chuckled and guided you into the bathroom. The vanity was already set up with all her makeup tools spread out, much more than she usually had too. All of it was arranged so neatly it looked like a makeup counter. The lipsticks arranged in colors, the brushes snuggled neatly in the compartments on the black rollout bag, and a large box that was open displaying different eyeshadow palettes, blushes, bronzers, and highlighters.

“So, what are you going for tonight?” She asked you in her melodic voice.

“I’m thinking maybe old Hollywood glam. Finger curls and a red lip?” You said unsure if that was the right direction to go in, but she just smiled and nodded as if she had been thinking the exact same thing.

Your makeup lady was so careful and neat she reminded you of a monk, always calm and serene, albeit she was much younger. She listened as you talked absentmindedly and asked short questions here and there with genuine interest, which was unusual for you to hear. You talked about how excited you were to see your brother tonight since Manager Sejin had sent him and your mom and your dad tickets to the show. All they needed to do was make the short drive from Pasadena to Los Angeles and then they would finally be less than 1000 miles from you. After your makeup lady was finished curling your hair with the large curling iron, she raked her fingers through the curls and massaged in serum until they were large and flouncy. She then took careful measure to smoke out the eyeshadow along your eyelid and then paint a sharp black wing of eyeliner over it. She bronzed your face and made your skin look flawless before she painted your lips red and announced you were done. You rushed away from the mirror not wanting to look at yourself until you were all made up.

You walked over to your closet and closed the door to change into the nicest pair of panties and matching bra that you had brought and walked out. You unwrapped the dress with careful reverence and admired it as you slipped it over your legs the buttery smooth fabric the nicest thing that had ever touched your skin. You slipped the straps over your shoulders and grabbed the heels before walking into the bathroom again. Your makeup lady stopped packing up her things and helped you zip it up as you slung your shoes over your feet. When you faced yourself in the mirror you were unsure of who was looking back at you.

You had always had some semblance of self-confidence, but you never thought you had looked amazing until now. The makeup was highlighting every plane of your face in the exact way it needed to and your hair was shiny and soft on your shoulders which looked feminine and delicate in the red dress. You couldn’t even think of your insecurities when everything you were wearing was there highlighting your beauty. You looked at your makeup lady and hugged her tightly trying to keep the tears from your eyes as she hugged you back. After pulling yourself together you grabbed your phone and slipped it into the little clutch you brought and walked out of the room, sure you had taken the longest.

When you walked into the main suite the stylist and makeup teams were still bustling around, some of them touching up the boys makeup as they munched on snacks and others packing things up and running them out to the car like their life depended on it. You looked around for Jungkook eager to show him your new dress when he came up behind you, his lips on your ear.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he whispered, “I’m tempted to not let you leave this hotel room, but a woman this gorgeous deserves to be seen.” You flushed, the heat from your face radiating throughout your whole body. You didn’t even have words to say you just turned over your left shoulder and looked at Jungkook. His face was inches from yours and his eyes were locked on yours and the look that passed between you was all that needed to be said. Once you realized you were in a room fool of people you snapped out of it and stared at your toes. In your strappy shoes. Until Jimin came over and grabbed your hands and twirled you around.

“Wow!!” He said as you laughed, and he continued to twirl you until Tae caught you. He grabbed your hands and held you at arms-length and admired you.

“Gorgeous.” He said simply.

“Really?” You asked and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Really.” Namjoon confirmed before Tae could.

“I mean not as beautiful as me, but she’ll do.” Jin joked, causing them all to laugh.

Deok-su then appeared at the open door with Sejin who nodded at Namjoon, sending the boys into motion. They all filed out of the room and Jungkook grabbed your hand and guided you out of the room. You and Jungkook arranged yourself into the back of the elevator and Jungkook drew hearts in the palm of your hand as you descended down to the lower level to go out the private exit. Instead of the usual black SUV a long limo waited for the band in the quiet alley, the boys cheered and laughed and Yoongi made his way on first leading the rest of the boys who followed in excitement. Deok-su and Sejin took up the SUV that waited behind the limo leaving the boys to party with you and Dae who winked at you from the driver’s seat. Jungkook danced around in the car with the boys and you laughed watching how excited they were for the night. When Jungkook finally plopped down next to you he grabbed your hand and placed light kisses on it while you grinned. When he looked up and caught your eye, he pressed a light kiss on your lips and the boys all pretended not to notice. Dae pulled the car up to the celebrity entrance of the Microsoft Theater, which was loud yet still at the same time. You could hear the distant screams somewhere, but the heavily guarded street was quiet as all of you exited the limo and thanked Dae, joining Sejin and Deok-su.

A team of security led the way through a back building to the large white tent that held the red carpet. Sejin talked curtly to the boys the whole time as you passed through until you were outside facing the throngs of screaming fans, most of them holding signs for BTS or their faces on large cut outs. The entrance to the tent was lined by barricades and the procession inside was slow. A man came up to your party and checked BTS off on a clipboard and beckoned his assistant who took down yours and Sejin’s names and gave each of you a lanyard with a pass dangling on it. The security team left you there and Deok-su joined them, their tall figures marching away. Inside the tent you could see blinding flashes of light that never stopped and shouts from fans and photographers all begging for the attention of the celebrities who strutted along the carpet. Your stomach kept churning and you kept looking over the boy’s heads at the impending crowd. Sejin looked down at you and clasped your shoulder giving you a reassuring gaze and you tried to calm yourself down.

When it was their turn the boys walked onto the carpet to screams and shouts from everywhere all at once as you and Sejin followed at a safe distance to be kept out of the pictures. They slid into their easy formation: Tae on the left end, followed by Yoongi, Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok finally at the right end. You beamed seeing all of their bright faces excited by the attention and respect. They moved along to each stall of photographers and you and Sejin stayed together at the edge of each one as they smiled and posed. When you were all ushered off by the helpers Sejin whispered to you that both you needed to leave and take your seats, you nodded and started to walk away as Jungkook turned around quickly and you winked at him as Sejin ushered you out as they walked the interview part of the red carpet. Once you got inside the half-filled venue, an attendant took you to the upper level and you saw your family sitting front row on the balcony and ran over to them knowing immediately where your seats were. You rushed into your brothers arms and tried not to cry as he hugged you tightly both of your parents on either side rubbing your shoulders.

“Enjoy yourself, y/n.” Sejin said as he smiled and turned to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going to sit?” You asked concerned.

“Back at the hotel conference room, the work never stops. I will see in the morning.” And then Sejin left with the attendant.

After Cameron was satisfied that your hug was long enough, he relinquished you to your parents and they peppered your head with kisses until you all sat down to catch up. You told them all about how much fun you were having with BTS and how connected you felt to your Korean heritage living in Korea and of course how tasty the food was all the time. They told you about what you had missed back home in Pasadena, which was mostly just Cameron gossiping and talking crap about your old high school classmates, but you just laughed along and your parents were so excited to be at the AMAs they didn’t even scold Cameron for cussing.

After about thirty minutes of you catching up, you didn’t realize that the theater had filled up and almost every seat was filled except for seven all together in the front. That’s when they came strolling in amidst thunderous screams from the crowd all around you, most from Cameron. You laughed and cheered along as they smiled and waved on their way down to their seats led by the same attendant who helped you. Once they sat down and the stage lights came on the cheers finally died down and you caught Jungkook’s eye as he was looking around and he waved in your general direction causing ARMY to surge in a burst of excitement, the wave just as much for you as it was for them.

The entire night was spectacular. You and Cameron stood up and danced to all of your favorite songs and you held your mom’s hand throughout the event just because you wanted to be as close to her as possible. Your dad had his hand on the back of your seat and having the weight there and his presence was all you really needed. You all stood and went crazy when BTS performed DNA and so did the crowd. And after that you slipped out of your seats and down to the main floor. You told your parents goodbye and promised you would see them soon and held on to Cameron for just a little longer before you hurried backstage. You walked through security effortlessly with your badge and even got to walk by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes without fainting. When you found BTS they were in their changing rooms calming down after their performance. Their makeup team was blow drying their hair and dabbing their foreheads when you walked in.

“Hey!” Jungkook shouted and beamed at you when you walked in the door.

“Hi,” you said shyly, feeling small in the mess of people. You stayed by the door leaning against the wall as several celebrities came by and introduced themselves. You translated some of the longer sentences they said to be useful and so Namjoon didn’t have to shout over the noise just after performing. When the makeup team was finished primping them, they all got up and made their way to say their goodbyes. You followed them on their way out Jungkook at your side this time. He kept brushing your hand as you walked or setting his hand on the small of your back to guide you through a certain area and you fought to keep your emotions from showing on your face. It was fun, almost, knowing that you had this little secret between the two of you that no one but the boys and a some select team members knew. You both kept sneaking glimpses at each other and smiling when no one was looking, and after the group of you finished saying goodbye to everyone on the way out you slipped into the familiar black SUV that waited on the curb.

When you got back to the hotel the boys did a quick Vlive with the champagne and snacks that were set up for them in the cleaned main living area. Jungkook didn’t down his drink on camera but ran behind you to gulp it down after they finished. You thanked the guys for the amazing night and retired to your room. The sudden quiet of your room was a startling change from the entire night. Your back was facing the door and Jungkook took the opportunity to come up behind you and caress your neck and back. You sighed as he kissed the back of your neck, pressing light kisses down and in between your shoulder blades as he slid the zipper down your back.

“I’ve been dreaming about taking this off all night,” he whispered.

The smooth fabric straps slid down your shoulders and Jungkook closed the gap between you and slid his hands under your bra to unclasp it and caress your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers until they hardened and you felt the rest of your body perk up with the arousal. He closed the space between you, and you could feel him through his pants in your ass and all you wanted was all of him. You sighed and turned your head over your left shoulder and met Jungkook’s lips with your own. He kissed you fiercely and you spun around to face him fully and he pulled down the rest of your dress and picked you up, and you locked your legs around his waist. He nipped at your bottom lip and explored the inside of your mouth with his tongue before he slammed you onto the bed and ground his hips into yours. You pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pulling it over it his head and ran your hands over the perfect planes of his chest before leaning up and licking his right nipple. He groaned and ground his hips into you harder as he left painful hickies on your lower neck.

“Jungkook please, I need you now.” You breathed, pulling at the belt on his pants.

Jungkook didn’t even find a witty response he just pulled a condom out of his pocket before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants quickly and rolling on the rubber. He picked you up and scooted you up the bed and teased your clit with his two pointer fingers, sending chills throughout your body. He rubbed the spot agonizingly slowly and just when you were about to beg for more, he pressed his tongue into your hole, licking up and down your lips before flicking your clit with his tongue over and over until you were about to cum. You whimpered and Jungkook used his fingers to flick your clit while he sucked on your heat, the added pressure sending your body spiraling, and right before you could call out his name he removed his fingers and tongue and slid into you effortlessly, the fullness sending you farther over the edge. And he rode out your high as he fucked you slowly and passionately until he collapsed on top of you whispering beautiful words until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When you woke in the morning something felt off, the bed beside you was empty and the hotel room was loud. You found some pajamas from your closet and slipped them on, finger combed your hair quickly, and put the thick cotton robe over your pajamas for good measure. You grabbed your phone off the side table and inhaled deeply before you walked out. You expected the boys to be bustling around for some event you had forgotten about but the scene you walked in on was much different. The boys all sat around Namjoon’s open laptop on the dining table arguing loudly over what was there.

“Guys, what’s going on?” You said quietly.

They all fell silent, Jungkook sat there opening and closing his mouth but no words were coming out. You walked around the table and lightly pushed your way forward through Yoongi and Hoseok to see the computer screen. Several tabs were open on the browser with similar titles. The one they had open was on TeenVogue and the black letters at the top seemed to scream in your face off the screen, “Jungkook of BTS has a secret beau!” You moved Namjoon’s hand from the mouse and scrolled through the article, there were blurry pictures of Jungkook when he caught you in the alley before you got into the car. You clicked on the next tap which was from Koreaboo.com, the title read: “Jungkook’s Secret Girlfriend” and HD photographs of you and Jungkook holding hands into the restaurant you went to together followed. Your heart started racing as you clicked on the next tab and an article from Soompi came up with pictures of you and Jungkook talking on the red carpet the night before followed by photos that they had zoomed in on and cropped that you had been in the back of. Every article had more pictures from moments when you had thought you both been alone, the most incriminating one featured you and Jungkook in an alley behind one of the radio studios with his hand on your back and your faces inches from each other.

You looked up in horror at Jungkook and his eyes were full of pain before he buried his face in his hands. You were about to walk around the table to him when manager Sejin burst in the door his face aflame.

“Y/n, you need to leave now! You’re fired.”

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babblingblondegenius · 5 years

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Happy Mancrush Monday

The Olicity edition of Mancrush Monday continues this week with Season 4. In addition to all the Olicity, homage is paid to Oliver’s fashion sense and overall attractiveness. And happy in love Oliver is a beautiful sight to behold. Thanks to @xspeedytrashx for enjoying this and requesting more. :) Since there was an abundance of Olicity in season 4A, this post will be episodes 4x01 to 4x03.

After Olicity drove off into the sunset together and spent the summer touring the world, our lovebirds were nesting in Ivy Town at the start of season 4.

Per usual, the opening scene is Oliver running but this time he is not running from or after bad guys. He is running toward his future and the life he has made with Felicity. His smile says it all. He is beyond happy (and beyond adorable in his green hoodie). :)

We all know that Felicity Smoak is amazing at everything...except cooking, apparently. Our brave hero is still willing to try a bite for his girl. <3

Fortunately, Oliver is good in the kitchen and is more than happy to cook for her.

Felicity is very appreciative of his cooking skills and the fact he is kinda sweaty.

Since he was already sweaty, Felicity gets him even sweatier and strokes his back as they bask in afterglow. Oliver is truly living his best life. ;)

Five months of happiness and sex on the daily with Felicity, former playboy Oliver Queen is ready to commit for life. He wants brunch and slow cookers and pre-school wait lists and to live in domestic bliss with the love of his life forever.

Oliver sets the scene to pop the question with an elegant table setting, a home-cooked meal, and wine. I love how they are kinda dressed up for dinner in their home but still casual in matching black, giving a quiet intimacy to this scene. Naturally, our girl has a sixth sense about her man and suspects something. lol

Our fearless vigilante is a bundle of nerves as he prepares to propose with homemade chocolate souffles and his mother’s ring.

Unfortunately, their dessert and life of domestic bliss is interrupted by Thea and LL. They need the Arrow to help save the city. Oliver isn’t keen on going back and asks Felicity what she thinks they should do. Felicity, being Felicity, wants to help.

Normally, I always agree with our genius girl. But she should have turned that limo around and taken her gorgeous leather-jacket wearing BF back to Ivy Town or anywhere in the world away from that ungrateful city.

A basic grey button-up with sleeves that show off the biceps. Oliver also shows he has brains as well as brawn by quickly figuring out Felicity has been helping the team without his knowledge. His expression is both flirty and feral as he tries to ferret the truth out of her by asking if she wants to play a game.

Felicity is honest with him and acknowledges she misses their vigilante life. Oliver worries that she wasn’t happy being with him but she reassures him that she loves every minute she is with him, no matter where they are. It’s just picking between the dimpled or scalloped flatware doesn’t give her the same thrill as saving the city. Our normally broody boy can’t even stay mad.

Oliver faces opposition from the team but Felicity is steadfast by his side and shows her support by gently stroking his forearm and nuzzling his shoulder. It appears our girl has a little bit of a green leather fetish, along with her love of heroes, and she is making plans for later that involve Oliver and his new GA suit.

Oliver spent years thinking he couldn’t be all sides of himself. Felicity takes a moment to say that he was wrong. He has never been so happy to be wrong.

Even when he’s out in the field, Felicity makes Oliver smile by requesting a codename (2 years past due if you ask me). Oliver just prefers to call her ‘hon.’

Oliver is putting into practice his ability to be the Green Arrow and Oliver Queen, boyfriend extraordinaire, by making Felicity’s lunch and getting her a new love fern for her first day at the office as CEO. I’m willing to bet that Oliver got first-day-as-a-boss sex once she got home that night. ;)

It’s all about simplicity when Oliver, in a black leather jacket and white tee, is the one giving Felicity a pep talk, reminding her that nothing worthwhile comes easy.

Oliver comes home to Felicity with a renewed sense of purpose and a new career path in mind. He wants to run for mayor and save the city in the light.

Felicity tries to smooth things over between her boys by suggesting an OTA night out.

Oliver looks a bamf in his leather jacket but is still a little intimidated by wifey.

He is also a lot in awe of her. Supportive hubby rubs her back while she works.

Oliver is warmed by his grey sweater, his reconciliation with John, and his bae by his side. Life is good when OTA are together and happy. :)

Cheers to all the gifmakers for sharing their talent with us! 4x01 afterglow gif credit to giphy.com

#just let him be happy #look at how precious he is #oliver queen #mancrushmonday #mancrusheveryday #olicity

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slothssassin · 5 years

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OC interview - Emilia Cassandra Goodridge

I was tagged by @bellaciaofallout, @wastelandwandererstuff, @marvilus73 and @obvidalous, thank you guys and sorry it took me forever!

Tagging @liaorban and @briarfox13, no pressure of course!

Rules:

1) Choose an OC 2) Answer the questions as them 3) Tag people to do the same

The whole interview is under the cut, it’s long :D

1. What is your name?

Emilia. Emilia Goodridge, if you want the full name. Second name’s Cassandra. But you know, just call me Em, everyone does that.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

My grandma was called Cassandra. As for Emilia, dunno, guess my parents just liked it.

3. Are you single or taken?

In a relationship.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I could kill you from more than a mile away without you even noticing I was there. Does that count? Oh you want something less violent? Uhm, I’m a decent boxer, is that better? No? I’m a mechanic, I’m good with fixing stuff, that should be good, right?

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

How about you stop asking dumb questions?

6. What’s your eye color?

Grey.

7. How about your hair color?

Didn’t you take a good look already? It’s black.

8. Have any family members?

Oh sure, my mum and dad, aunt and uncle, my cousin Lucille. Marius, my best friend, he’s family too.

9. Oh? How about pets?

None, though I’d really like one. There’s this cat in the Ash Heap I keep visiting but I can’t take them with me as long as I’m wandering around Appalachia.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

I fucking hate Wendigos, oh damn they’re the worst! Have you seen them? She shudders I also don’t like mines. They’re always full of Mole Miners and dark and creepy and yeah... Ohhh shit, and a Scorchbeast suddenly attacking you out of nowhere and you have to kill it and use all your regular ammo, dang I hate being out of ammo. You know what else? People who don’t understand the concept of personal spa- what, that’s enough? Ok.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Sure! I like sketching, there’s lots of interesting stuff in Appalachia to see. I usually sketch whatever I like and write down some notes about it. I do sports, swimming is fun if the water wasn’t that damn radiated. Also working on my weapons, my armour, there’s always something to improve. Then there’s reading comics, hunting cryptids - I love the Mothman, have you ever met him? He’s real and- Well, yeah back to the question, I also like so spend time with my friends, usually we dance or make music or have a drink together, always fun. Huh, enough again? Alrighty.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah, sure.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Shit, that’s the Wasteland, that’s how things work here. You either kill or get killed.

14. What kind of animal are you?

What kind of animal I am?? How the fuck should I know that?

15. Name your worst habits?

Ha, Cil sometimes says I curse too much. Hmm, I also get angry easily I guess?

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Hell yeah! The Responders are awesome, have you heard of them? They really helped us out a lot when we left the Vault. Also my parents are great people. Marius - I really admire him for just doing his thing no matter what others say. Cil is such a sweetheart too, always ready to help people. Ben, he’s amazing, I love how he keeps going on even if he’s afraid of something.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Bisexual.

18. Do you go to school?

She laughs I’m a bit too old for school, don’t you think? Nope, those school days are long gone.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Dunno, never thought about it.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

No? Not like I’m famous or anything?

21. What are you most afraid of?

That’s no one’s business.

22. What do you usually wear?

Functional stuff, cargo pants, tops, I got this one leather jacket I really love. She points at the chair next to her - there’s a brown leather jacket lazily hung up on the back. You know I usually also put armour on when I’m travelling around, you never know who you meet out there. Ohh and I love collecting Nuka Cola shirts, or Mothman stuff, hoodies, flannels, lots of clothes I like.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Firecracker berries are the best! As for a hot meal, I do like Crispy Cave Cricket, out of all the amazing stuff Cil cooks that must be the best.

24. Am I annoying to you?

What? No, not yet.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Okay?

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Not really a thing anymore in the Wasteland, right?

27. How many friends do you have?

I got a few good ones and that’s all that matters, I don’t need a lot. I got my cousin Cil who’s just such a great person, my best man Marius, Ben of course… Happy to have them.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Oh damn, I love pie! Cil makes the best Starberry Cobbler I swear.

29. Favorite drink?

You mean booze or like, regular? Both? Ok. Soo I really like Nuka Cola Orange or Wild. Mutfruit tea is good too, but only if it’s sugared. As for booze, I started brewing beer and at first it tasted like shit but I’ve gotten a lot better. Also Ouzo, I’m always in for an Ouzo.

30. What’s your favorite place?

The Giant Teapot or the Palace of the Winding Path. Oh dang and the Mire, it’s beautiful there.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Hey man I already told you I’m in a relationship, right?

32. That was a stupid question…

Yeah, kinda.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Both!! Lakes we have here, but I’d really love to see the ocean one day.

34. What’s your type?

Oh you know, someone who can make me laugh, someone funny who shares my sense of humour? Intelligence is hot, hmm, someone who cares about other people’s well-being? I like that.

35. Any fetishes?

Shit that’s a tad personal, don’t you think?

36. Camping or outdoors?

Wait, you mean camping or indoors? Question doesn’t make much sense otherwise you know? She hesitates for a moment Well, yeah, I like both? I don’t mind camping while I’m wandering around, it’s fun. But it’s also nice to get back home.

Ok, that’s it then? Alright.

#fallout #fallout 76 #vault dweller #fo76 #fo76 oc #emilia goodridge #oc interview #in case someone wonders #marius is her best friend #also an oc of mine #ben is her boyfriend #not my oc #lucille is also not my oc

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csinickstokes · 5 years

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Jack Dalton NSFW Alphabet

Jack Dalton×Female Reader Headcanons

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Aftercare: Jack just seems like he would be a huge cuddlebug afterwards, like pull you in close to his side with his face buried in your hair, which he loves to run his fingers through then all over your skin, and it would just be very relaxing and peaceful. As for clean up and after care? No, if you want something to drink or snack on or a warm towel or something, you're going to have to get that yourself cause his lazy butt's going to be asleep in about two minutes. You don't really mind though, you have Jack.

Body Part: Let's be real, his favorite body part on himself is his toned arms. Really everything about him is toned, but his arms just look so good in those tight shirts. He loves to flex them and get you shook. His favorite body part on you, just for clarity, is your butt. He's a butt guy tbh. He loves to watch you as you walk or whatever it is that your doing, his eyes are glued to your butt, which he occasionally loves to playfully slap and watch it bounce. It causes problems.

Cum: Jack doesn't cum all that much, so he'll pull out right before he orgasms just so he can finish either over your chest and stomach, or back if you were doing it doggy style. He doesn't really care for condoms, but then again, he's not gunning for kids either so it's a toss up if you use them. If you're not, then you're getting unloaded on. He loves to watch it drip off your breasts or butt.

Dirty Secret: Maybe this counts as more than one secret, but I could see him liking to see how many times he could get himself off while on missions before anyone catches on to what he's doing. Like sneaking away while Riley and Mac hack into some secure computer system and taking care of business really quickly. Like it's a time challenge for him or something. Of course, if it's a deadly mission, he's all seriousness, but he's got to relieve stress somehow. So far, the record is about six as Mac has the uncanny ability to interrupt his 'private time'.

Experience: Hella. Jack is a VERY good looking guy, he has had no problems getting women. Keeping them was the problem, until he met you, he knew you were the one. All those other relationships though helped him learn what he liked and how to please, and it's come in handy.

Favorite Position: Doggy style, hands down, is by far is his favorite position because A) the booty and B) he loves to Dom. He doms pretty much all the time, except for those rare times -specifically if it's after a mission- where he's a total switch and just wants to feel loved and protected (and the sight of you on top gets him gone). When he doms though, he’ll take you from behind in front of a mirror because eye contact is necessary, he'll grab your hair and hold your head up so it won't hang down and he will stare you down as you come. Sometimes though, he just needs straight up missionary to prove he really loves you and it's not just fun and games.

Goofy: YES! Jack can not stop cracking jokes even in the middle of intimate situations. Most of the time, you just roll your eyes and shut him up with a kiss (which doesn't stop him, absolutely not), but once you started laughing so hard at one of his puns that you couldn't breathe and had to stop to get your act together. It put a dent in his morale.

Hair: I feel like Jack would be very into 'manscaping', just for the hell of it, so he's pretty groomed but it is dark and thick as crap (like his eyebrows) (I had to). 😉

Intimacy: Slow, intimate love-making between you two is a rarity and extra special when it does happen because A) his work schedule is pretty hectic and he stays gone for long trips at a time and B) Jack is more of a go-getter and likes to see how many times you can cum in one night. He sees quantity over quality as the most important. That's not to say that once in a blue moon he doesn't go all out, full-blown romantic with the works; candles, champagne, rose petals all over the bed, maybe a sensual massage then mind-blowing sex to set your panties on fire. Cause he totally does.

Jack Off: Like with the Dirty Secret, he's very into his 'alone time'. He loves to interrupt Mac to tick him off, but no, he makes sure he gets his time alone. He imagines you riding him, and it doesn't take long at all. Since getting with you, he doesn't need to jack off (it's a pun) as often as he used to, or right after he first met you and couldn't take his mind off you, just enough now to keep him satisfied when you're away.

Kinks: So, so many. Specifically, the 'Sir' kink; you love to call him sir at really inopportune moments -like on a mission- just to make him squirm. He can't say anything cause Mac and Riley would give him hell for it, but he will level you with a look and you just know you're in for it. Since he is Dom, I'm going to say he has to have a little bit of punishment in there as well, maybe just a firm spank on the butt, but enough to get his point across (this is if you've put yourself in danger usually. Sometimes he just likes to touch the booty.)

Location: Anywhere and Everywhere, literally. You've had quite a few times in his car, quite a few, like a lot. Plus all over the Phoenix Foundation Headquarters, different closets, empty offices, and the occasional private interrogation room. He's working his way to the briefing room. Just to spite Matty. His top priority though, is doing it in Mac's bed. Why? Because he can.

Motivation: Literally anything you do can and will get him going. Maybe wear some tight jeans or high heels to accent your butt, that'll do it. A ghosting kiss just barely touching his lips will do it. He bought you some lacy lingerie one time that you like to wear under one of his leather jackets with some ridiculously high-heeled shoes; you greeted him at the door like this one time -shoes, panties, jacket and nothing else- you didn't walk straight for days. But, the absolute sure-fire way to guarantee that you get your way: flirt with Mac. Do it. He may put on his tough-guy routine and act big and bad, but he will be at your mercy. all. night.

No: This man is not into sharing you, his lady (Canon), with ANYONE ELSE AT ALL. No threesomes. You're just too good, otherwise everyone else would want you too.

Oral: Two words concerning oral with Jack: Beard. Burn. You think he does it on purpose, not that you mind cause it feels AMAZING! He's like a pro at going down on you which is surprising because Jack's really not that big on oral, giving or receiving. Probably stemming from all those one-night stands he had as a younger guy; he only got into that aspect of sex after he'd been with his woman for awhile, but only really got into when he met you. Not that he'd turn down a blow job or not return the favor if you wanted it. He'd just prefer doing it really well every once in awhile.

Pace: He's generally a fast-paced guy about everything anyway; he doesn't need all the romance stuff. Not that he can't be romantic, he definitely can be, it's just that he likes going fast and hard -and so do you, it feels like heaven as he's hitting it deep and hard, deeper than anyone else before. Sometimes though, you just want to take it slow and steady and really focus on your love and connection between you -and it feels SO GOOD.

Quickie: Loves them absolutely. He's most likely to be down for quickies after a particularly stressful, dangerous mission when his testosterone is high and he's really questioning his life choices. At this point, it's a thousand wonders he's still alive, so he'll take every single opportunity he has with you and make the most of it.

Risk: Risks all depend on location with Jack. Like if he thought he could get away with it, he'd have his way with you in Matty's office or Mac's bed (because lbr Jack has totally had sex in Mac's bed before) just for the hell of it. However, he will absolutely, no way in hell have sex with you on a mission until he knows you're 100% safe. Then, well, the team better hope those coms are turned off.

Stamina: When he was younger and had a lot of different flings, his stamina was higher, but the sex wasn't as good either. Not that it wasn't good, the foreplay was missing or non-existent. He'd rather get to the main event. Now that he has you, his techniques have changed, foreplay is his favorite part. He can go forever getting you off with his mouth and fingers. However, once you do get to the sex, he can only last one round before he's asleep. It's a GOOD round though.

Toys: Jack is an old-school, old-fashioned man. He doesn't use toys, at least on himself. The only toys you two use is a vibrator and sometimes restraints, ties or handcuffs.

Unfair: Jack a HUGE tease. You try to tease him, and he will get worked up, but it's nothing compared to what he can do to you. He loves to sneak up behind you, wrap his hands around your waist and whisper some very naughty things in your ear; that or he starts tickle fights there's no way you can win and keeps it up until you're a breathless giggling mess. Then he'll carry you over his shoulder to the bedroom or nearest comfy spot he can find (don't think about that spank he'll undoubtedly sneak in there).

Volume: He doesn't get loud in volume, but good night the noises this man makes. Moaning, groaning, growling, dirty talk, all of it. He is the king of dirty talk. He's more focused on making you scream for him cause it gets him off.

Wild Card: Sex in the water! He's an absolute sucker for bath or shower sex, he loves the feeling of you having to hang on tighter to his muscles while water laps around your hips. However, the biggest wild card this man has, and certainly the biggest surprise you've ever had: roleplay. Specifically, when he comes back from a mission banged up and bruised, and you pretend to be his sexy nurse is his favorite. He would DIE if Mac found out.

X-Ray: Jack's a big guy in more ways than one, specifically in the sack. He's not one to brag (he totally is), but he's never actually measured himself because he says it's in poor tastes. It's because he's afraid it's not as big as he thinks it is, just believe him when he says it's big and it's the best. It is. It feels like heaven every time he enters and stretches you out.

Yearning: Pretty dang high for someone of his age and experience. It's like he's a teenager again with their first relationship and cannot get enough to keep them satisfied. Unless he's on a mission, then he's super focused on protecting everyone and keeping you safe. Usually afterwards, when his testosterone levels are high, is when he's the horniest.

Zzzs: He falls asleep so quickly, it's almost not funny. But you know he's dead tired and works all the time, so you just wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his chest and fall asleep right behind him. On rare occasions that you can stay awake, you like to run a warm bath to soothe you both... and then fall asleep.

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hazylucas · 6 years

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My Everything | Prologue

Words: 1.5k

Title: My Everything I Prologue 1

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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The sun spread through the curtain, its glorious rays radiating throughout the wide room. You immediately turned the other direction, as an attempt to avoid the brightness. By impulse, you reached your small hand out to the right to meet another warm body. He looked stunning. He always did. As you smiled, he immediately opened his warm, inviting chocolate eyes.

"Awake already?"

"It's way too bright."

You grabbed the blanket and forced it on top of both your and Taeyong's bodies. As you looked over, he reached his long hand out to your face and gently traced your jawline lovingly. What you loved about him was not just his personality, but the way he spoke to you without any words. You didn't need words around him, he just understood. He knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you.

"Y/N, I hate to say it, but we should probably get up."

"I agree. I call the bathroom first though!"

You immediately threw off the ivory, satin blanket and sprinted towards the bathroom's grey door. Taeyong took after you, but you were too fast, and immediately the door was slammed shut.

"Y/N!"

"You should've run faster!"

"My shift is before you!"

"Does it look like I care?"

You heard an audible sigh at the other side of the door as well as a low chuckle. It had been two years since you had been dating Taeyong, and ever since you moved in, it was a tradition to have a competition of who could reach the bathroom the fastest. The idea was silly, but it was fun to show him your running abilities and beat him. You glanced at yourself in the mirror to ensure you weren't breaking out and opened the wooden drawer. After you finished washing your face and putting on your makeup, you opened the bathroom door.

"Finally."

"Taeyong, I took literally 15 minutes."

"Felt long enough though!"

You reached over to the bed while grabbing a pillow and slammed Taeyong in the head causing a few feathers to fall out and stick to his blunt red hair. He dyed it due to a music video shoot with his band and even though you never said it, he looked like a living god.

"OW! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!"

After 20 minutes of running around the room, throwing pillows at each other, the entire room was drowning in feathers.

"We should probably stop," Taeyong chuckled under his breath as he attempted to kick a few feathers under the shelf.

"Agree," you laughed.

You made your way to the closet and put on a light-pink off the shoulder top paired with cream-colored cotton shorts that had a feminine, professional bow at the top. It was one of the few days that you wore pink or even something feminine. One reason why Taeyong found you so fascinating was due to your ability to blend anywhere, with anything. You could wear a band t-shirt with a leather jacket and ripped jeans or a knee-length light blue dress and always look amazing.

"Wow. I have to say, that's one of my favorite outfits of yours." "Really? I'm glad you like it"

You spun around in your outfit, attempting to show off and giggled as Taeyong hugged your waist from behind.

9:10 a.m.

As Taeyong opened the car door, he reached out his pale, bony hand which you tightly squeezed as a sign of reassurance. Your jobs were utter blessings. Both of you worked at the same agency named SM in Seoul, South Korea. He was part of a large group named NCT which was one of the most successful groups of the country, releasing song after song and earning an endless amount of awards. He was a major figure in the group and he never failed to make you proud. As you entered the small elevator, Taeyong wrapped his arm around you and told you about what his group was planning. It was always exciting: world tours, fan signs, and interviews. However, it made you worried. Even though he put up a confident attitude, you felt that sometimes he felt down on things, down on himself. Yet, he always talked it out with you. You were always able to make him feel better about himself, and that's why you two worked out so well. As you walked through the corridor, you made your way to the wardrobe room, where you worked as a fashion stylist and makeup artist for the idols within the agency. Taeyong walked you to the door and waved to his friends sitting within.

"Don't have too much fun," he said while winking.

He kissed you once on the lips and it always made your breath hitch. His lips were plump near his cupid's bow and he always put just the right amount of passion into the kiss. In public, never too sexual and never too childish. His kisses were vanilla and honey mixed into one form with frosting on top. You could never get sick of him.

5:00 p.m.

After a long day of applying lipstick onto idols, you heard an attentive cough near the door.

"How is my princess doing?"

"I'm doing well. Just a lot of struggles with makeup on the boys. Oh, by the way, please don't let Taeil ever get mascara done. I'm pretty sure that he will end up losing an eye," you sighed remembering the two hours you spent on him.

"That's Taeil for you," he laughed.

He wrapped his arm around you once again, returning to his protective attitude and walked you out towards the matte, grey door. As Taeyong turned the steel handle, you immediately jumped, startled by the sight around you. Paparazzi swarmed every side of you, and the flashes repeatedly went off making you unable to see clearly. They had found you once again. Taeyong suddenly pulled you closer to him and lightly pushed your head down as an attempt to keep you safe from the sudden snaps of white light all around you. He quickly unlocked the door and the moment that you were in the car, you slouched down into the leather seat.

"I will never get used to that," you chuckled.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

You glanced over at Taeyong to meet a solemn expression. His furrowed eyebrows and dark eyes stared at you while his lips were pulled in. He gripped the steering wheel with a death grip which was enough to indicate how agitated he was.

"Did they touch you?"

"No."

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Do you want me to do anything?"

"No."

He let out a small sigh. The public knew that you and Taeyong were in a relationship, but you two did your best to avoid keeping things mainstream. He was possessive and wanted the passion and love to remain on the low. Taeyong knew that other idols thought that you were attractive and he did everything in his power to give the media as little information as possible. However, you were a talkative person which made his job harder than usual.

"Damn Y/N... I'm sorry. I have no clue how they found out that we were here. I promise that I'll try to get the agency to add more security. I swear if I see one more light snap, I'll lose my shit."

"Taeyong, it's okay. When we got into a relationship, I knew what was coming. I literally signed up for this. Don't stress. It's actually a lot of fun seeing the paparazzi chase us. It's like our morning games," you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

His facial expressions lightened, and the boy you loved so dearly returned. On your way home, you and Taeyong blasted your favorite songs. As soon as Limitless came on, your favorite song by his group, you two were yelling the lyrics and attempting to do the choreography while in the car. You ended up raising your arm too high and slammed it against the roof of the car. You and Taeyong laughed to the point where breathing had become painful and he repeatedly asked you to stop laughing before he ended up crashing the car. When you finally got home, you exited the car and eagerly attempted to unlock the door. Until you noticed the small package lying on the doormat.

"Hey, T?"

"Yeah?"

"What is this?"

Taeyong strode towards you, concerned. You pointed towards the box on the ground and his expression slightly shifted until returning to normal. You found it strange, and you could not identify what exactly his emotions were earlier.

"Oh, this is the rough copy of the album we are planning to release to fans this summer."

"Wow, already? I'm sure it will be great."

Taeyong talked about how work was as he entered the door, wavering on one foot due to his lack of balance from holding the small cardboard package. Once you entered the room, you kicked off your blood red Louboutin heels and jumped onto the soft mattress. Taeyong chuckled at the sight, gently put the box down on the wooden desk, and laid down on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you and moved your head so that it rested in the crook of his neck, leaving you warm in his embrace. That's how you and Taeyong's relationship was. An utter fairytale. But not every fairytale gets to last forever.

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loumauve · 6 years

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@aimofdestiny tagged me

long ass, rambly response under the cut:

1. Are there any tropes you’d like to see more of in pro fic (aka… traditionally published books)? If so, which ones?

tbh, I haven’t really picked up any books lately. whenever I feel like reading I feel like a v specific set of characters and setup, and fanfic is perfect for that while traditionally published fiction is not.. but ??tropes?? idk. are they all tropes? who ever cares. STUFFS I love include:

COFFEE SHOP/BOOK STORE AUs (geonncannon has some p cool published fiction with similar content; also Ferry Tale... dudes and dudettes... pls read that. I know I say that every year but I really do mean it), CROSSOVERS of any kind, when I feel sentimental SOULMATE AUs (but mostly the less traditional ones. like.. friend soulmates are v cool too), anything SUPERNATURAL like GHOSTS!! or vampires/werewolves (teenage me was v into those and sometimes still gets to run around and play), ANYTHING KINDA TWISTED AND MESSED UP tbh (don’t ask me to explain that pls omg.. imagine dub-con, ppl fucking themselves up bc they’re messed up and need years of therapy, all of that. I’m a terrible person, lol....but then also THE HEALING PROCESS!!!), if done right - PIRATE AUs, ANYTHING POST-APOCALYPTIC, PRETEND RELATIONSHIPS (wherein all parties harbour feelings for the other(s) but think they oughta keep it to themselves), HURT-COMFORT (of course! I mean.. you get it, right??!?), REINCARNATION (esp the kind where it takes them a looooong time to get it right, and they keep DYING and messing it up and killing each other time and again... I just love it all. make it hurt, lol), TIME TRAVEL (again, IF DONE RIGHT), ANDROIDS/ROBOTS with self-awareness and feelings, anything to do with SPACE and travel therein, FOUND FAMILIES!!!

tldr: all of them, but mostly the above.

2. What art and/or craft would you like to pick up but haven’t for whatever reason?

anything I’m into and haven’t picked up is bc I tried it once, wasn’t good at it right away and promptly decided to give up on it, lol but if we’re talking as if I could do it, and do it well - hm.. I guess I’d love to be better at building things from scratch (think furniture, houses, the like) and also engineering abilities... I admire people who can do that shit and make sth cool, even if it’s shitty robots (SIMONE, YOU PERFECT JELLY BEAN - ILY)

3. What is your favourite cold/iced beverage?

there’s this one non-alcoholic cocktail... Mosquito I think? that’s p dope. but if we’re going all basic then it’s prob a tie between vanilla coke and cocoa idk

4. What is your preferred spice level? How hot is too hot for, idk, chili or curry or hot sauce or wasabi?

look, I so pale... I like spicy foods, but my body hates them. and they make my mouth burn and my eyes water and it’s nice when I’m sick, but otherwise I think I’m prob p bland in my choices of spice. the whole stereotype of white ppl and pepper+salt being their only spices doesn’t exist without reason, lol. I wish I could tolerate them more, bc I like chili and curry and loads of pepper, but it just hurts and I’m all about keeping my body (and asthma) on safe levels.

5. Rec me a youtube channel you like. Can be anything. Go on, I know you have a fave.

FUCK!! don’t make me pick, you jerk! I’ll give you a few options, cool? cool!

Kati Morton - for mental health stuff and just having a caring person talk about stuffs Peter Draws - bc he does what he says and he’s a p cool, p weird guy but he also cares about you and wants you to do you, and I dig that. (also his voice is super calming and sometimes I watch his stuff so I can doze off when I’m having a hard time falling asleep) Cooking with Sros // Rural Life (I think that’s where I first started watching her videos) - bc it’s calming to watch her cook super neat dishes that are traditional where she lives (also - sometimes she walks around in her garden and just PICKS STUFF UP bc IT GROWS THERE and I just think that’s the coolest bc you couldn’t even get some of those ingredients here, so like... that’s an entirely different thing I’ll prob never know enough about Simone Giertz - bc she’s awesome and so FUNNY!! and cute and awkward and hella smart, and... before the whole brain tumor thing I would have said I’d love to have a peek around in her brain, but now.. if all goes well she’ll have an actual picture of it to look at, and maybe it’s not cool to be excited for her..?? but yeah, she builds stuff WITH HER OWN TWO HANDS, and she has to know SO MUCH to do it, and just... DAMN CRUSH MATERIAL right there. like, I’m so weak. but also I just want her to have everything. I want her to be able to do to space. fuck

6. Do you keep mementos of old relationships? Why/why not?

HAH! FUCK. I do. have. will? sometimes I ask myself why I keep them and don’t just burn them or whatever (throwing them away wouldn’t be nearly cathartic enough an experience for me), and maybe this is still the grieving part of me that’s looking to haunt itself? idk

all I know is that so far I’ve kept letters. I’ve kept hoodies. and.. idk what I kept out of that one relationship.... can’t remember atm, but that one hurt far too much to keep a lot of reminders around.

7. What sort of music do you put on when you do chores, like dishes or laundry?

my go-to song used to be Eye of the Tiger, but these days it’s mostly podcasts or the music of the mood/day/week (those songs you listen to on repeat for hours after you’ve (re)found them.)

8. Is there any scent you particularly love? Which one?

it used to be musk, like.. those scented burning sticks..(that’s prob not the right English name for them, lol) but I guess... the good rain smell maybe? (not the bad smells-like-snails-and-slugs-and-dead-worms rain smell). also some roses and some paeonies.. I’m picky tho. and forever fave LAVENDER

9. Do you like to cook? What’s your signature dish?

I do, actually. when my kitchen doesn’t look like shit bc my emotional state and therefore life has derailed

and eh.. it’s like a paprika bellpepper tomato soup.. with salami and feta cheese and sometimes corn, sometimes rice, sometimes minced meat. always depends on the mood and what I have lying around. not so much a signature dish as it is what I make most often, mostly for myself.

10. What’s your fave ice cream flavour that you can’t get in most places?

it’s gained in popularity, but - after-eight. for sure. anything minty with chocolate is amazing to me.

11. What’s your current favourite outfit?

uhm.. I don’t really have favourite outfits, I just have favourite articles of clothing (THEY’RE MY FAVOURITES. THEY’RE ALL MY FAVOURITES. ALL OF THEM) and I tend to mash them together without a care in the world... well, mostly I care about temperatures and sun exposure bc I burn like a crisp in the sun, it’s not pretty.

but lately I’ve been wearing the european tour shirt from the My Favorite Murder live show bc I WAS THERE AND IT WAS THEEEEE SINGULAR BEST THING OF THE YEAR (aside from getting through my final exams). also, I love my old pair of Chucks, the blue leather kind, and the soles are falling apart and it’s all kinds of battered and worn out, but I love them. they make me happy. also there’s some striped black and white socks and some white dotted black underwear and some super comfortable black shorts. but what really is just LOVE still. and prob always. until death do us part - I have this super soft, super floofy, sways around in the wind, lets all the wind through the knitted structures of it, blue-ish, button-able long swishy swooshy ...jacket? apparently it’s called a cardigan, AND YES I HAD TO GOOGLE THAT. I DON’T KNOW THINGS!! JEEZ LOUISE

#meme thingie #aimofdestiny #not tagging ppl bc I'm tired and I need to sleep and it's only 7:30 but you can bet your ass I'll be lying down in a sec despite the sun #hope this satisfies your curiosity Aim

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resident-of-storybrooke · 7 years

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Hi! Love your stories!!! Could you do a prompt with jealous!Killian or jealous!Emma? Anything else is completely up to you but maybe (please!) can you include Victor Whale (!!!) and Liam? This shall be kind of a surprise for your beta reader - I know she loves jealous!CS and Whale and Liam, so if you could do that for me, that would be awesome! THX

A/N Prompt: Hi! Love your stories!!! Could you do a prompt withjealous!Killian or jealous!Emma? Anything else is completely up to you butmaybe (please!) can you include Victor Whale (!!!) and Liam? This shall be kindof a surprise for your beta reader - I know she loves jealous!CS and Whale andLiam, so if you could do that for me, that would be awesome! THX

Ofcourse!! Thanks for the great prompt anon, I love this concept! This isdedicated to the amazing @rouhn!! I hope I make you proud!!!! And of course, shoutoutto @hookedonapirate for helping me with this story! Some canon divergence here,only to help out with the plot. I own nothing but my CS shipping heart. Make sure to follow me on FanFic (can also read the story here). Please keep sending prompts! I love y’all!

Withoutfurther ado, enjoy….

Killian’sPOV

Wherethe bloody hell was she? Emma was supposed to be at the station 15 minutes ago,and although he found it cute that she was perpetually late, today itaggravated him. Maybe he wasn’t exactly mad at the fact that she was late, itwas more at the fact that she had been rather elusive this past week.

Killianwalked over to the couch on the far wall, but before taking a seat, he peekedout of the window and saw her - except it wasn’t just her. Liam was there withher. Killian was happy to see his brother and his Swan getting along, but theyseemed a little too close for comfort.

Theywere standing in front of Granny’s, Emma wearing her signature red leatherjacket (truth be told, he liked the red leather jacket), the dark blue jeansthat made both her long legs and arse look fantastic, and her black boots. Withsuch a simple ensemble, she took his breath away; she always had the capabilityto look so soft and yet, so much like the tough lass she was.

Theyhad only been dating for a short time, but he knew he was in love with her; he,had been since the moment he first laid eyes on her, even after she had tiedhim up and left him in the giant’s lair. He also knew how scared she was to bein a fully committed, really real relationship (her words not his). Moreover, he was afraid that if he told her the truth, she would probablyrun, so he made a promise to himself that he would let her be the first to say“I love you”; he was a patient man and would wait forever if he needed to.

Helooked out the window again to see that they had somehow gotten closer; Killianfelt his face and ears turn hot pink. What in the hell would Liam want withSwan? He saw Emma lean over and give him a big hug, Liam promptly returning itand giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Thatdid it!

Hestopped watching the scene that was unfolding in front of him; he could notbare the thought of Emma leaving him, especially for his own brother.

As hewas sulking on the couch, Emma came into the station with a giant smileplastered on her face. “Glad to see you could make it, Swan.” Emma must nothave seen him when she walked in, because her hands flew to her chest, andshe practically jumped out of her skin.

“Whoa,beware of lurking pirates! Fuck, Killian you scared me!”

Asmile should’ve appeared on his face - she only used his name when they werealone, usually doing more enjoyable activities - but it didn’t; he was tooupset.

“Myapologies, love.” He failed to resemble the overly confident pirate persona; hewas slouched over and couldn’t bring himself to lift his eyes from the floor.

“Lurkingand brooding? That’s a classic combo. Come on, tell me what’s wrong?”

Hecouldn’t look at her; his heart was broken and full of rage. He was afraid of losinghis happy ending, and couldn’t understand how his brother could betray him likethis. “I’m fine, Swan. Let’s just get on with it.” He got up and walked pasther, knowing he should’ve said something, but he also knew he would’ve brokendown if they had a conversation. He loved her, and he was scared she’d neverfeel the same for him.

Emma’sPOV

Shefelt bad about going behind Killian’s back, but it was the only way. She knewshe was late meeting Killian at the station, but he’d never seemed to mindbefore. Emma finished her brief meeting with Liam and rushed to the station.She and Liam seemed to be in a better place than where they were after they hadfirst met. Bringing him back to Storybrooke seemed to had made Killian happier;she loved seeing the man she lov-cared about so happy. She knew how much helooked up to his brother. Liam might’ve been a self-righteous ass sometimes,but he was also Killian’s hero and she could see why.

WhenEmma walked into the station, the lights were off, which she found odd becauseshe thought Killian would’ve beat her there.

“Gladto see you could make it Swan.” Oh, no he was there, goddammit!

“Whoa,beware of lurking pirates! Fuck, Killian you scared me!” She realized she hadsaid his name; she loved calling him that, and usually it led to someinteresting encounters between the two of them. A quick blush crept across herface as she thought of those moments, but she knew if he questioned herreaction, she would blame it on fear.

“Myapologies, love.” She took a moment to truly study him; he looked like someonewho had just been kicked in the gut. Something was bothering him…did he knowwhat was happening? Maybe it wasn’t intelligent to meet his brother in themiddle of Main Street, but that couldn’t be it! Killian always loved it whenshe and Liam and got along. He always said how important family was to him and,though it may not’ve been official, she did consider him to be a part of theCharming-Swan-Mills-Gold-Jones family.

“Lurkingand brooding? That’s a classic combo. Come on, tell me what’s wrong?” Sheencouraged, making it sound more like a question than a command; usually he wasthe one encouraging her to share, it felt weird being on the other side. Sheknew that if they were ever going to make this work, it needed to be more of agive and take; she had been unfair to Killian in the past and she wanted tomake amends for that. Emma wanted to be the partner Killian deserved.

Shemoved from her desk to the front of the couch, kneeling down to be eye levelwith him. She gave Killian a warm smile trying to encourage him to share, butwhen she looked at him, she saw an array of emotions. She could see that he washurting, but he also appeared to be…pissed? Was he mad at her? What did she do?Oh god, he was going to leave her; he had finally had enough of her. Then sheremembered, it was Killian. This man had traded his ship, his home; he hadcompletely changed his ways and she knew it was for her. So what the hell wasbothering him?

“I’mfine, Swan. Let’s just get on with it.” When he walked past her, she feltsmall, like the abandoned child that she once was. Whatever was going on withhim she needed to figure it out, because she could not afford to lose the manshe loved.

Ohshit.

Killian’sPOV

As hestormed out of the station, he cursed himself for acting like a damn fool; hereshe was trying to talk to him, and he blew her off. No wonder she still hadreservations about moving forward; he wasn’t giving her much of a reason totrust him right now. Once he had taken a step outside, he knew he had to stop;he couldn’t act like a jealous prick. He turned around and there she was.

Sheappeared to be holding back tears. “Emma, please love, I’m-”

“No,Killian. Let’s just go. You made it clear that we were in a hurry.” Now he’ddone it. Nicely done, you git, he berated himself. She walkeddirectly past him, purposely hitting his shoulder before getting into thedriver’s seat of the bug. He followed suit and sat beside her for, which atfirst could have been described as, the most awkward and uncomfortable car ridein the history of all the realms.

Helooked over at her only once, and she had a death grip on the steering wheel;He was beginning to think that if she released her grip, then she would alsolose ability to hold back her tears. How dare he get jealous over a simpleconversation? He had no right to suspect anything, to be so cold towards her.Laying his head against the headrest, he closed his eyes, trying to think ofwhat to say to her. Then, out of nowhere, his left wrist moved; she had grabbeda hold of his hook. He turned his head to look at her in utter shock.

“Idon’t know what’s wrong Killian, but I’m here for you whenever you’re ready. Ipromise I’m not running anymore.” She didn’t take her eyes off the road duringher confession. Emma might not have said “I love you,” but he knew that herconfession was enough for now, and he needed to let go of any ill feelings hehad. He merely nodded, a small smirk appearing on his face. He wished he hadtwo hands to hold her; he knew she never minded him having only one, but,still, it would be nice to be able to give her a hand a squeeze.

Finally,they reached the town line where Snow, Charming, and Regina were all waitingfor them.

Emma’sPOV

Thecar ride couldn’t have been more awkward; she could almost hear his thoughts.She needed to remind him that no matter was going on in his mind, no matter thebattles he faced within, she would always be right by his side. So she did theone thing she could think of; she grabbed his hook and squeezed it as if itwere a hand. Emma didn’t move her eyes from the road, but in her peripheralvision she could see that he was taken aback by this.

Shetook in a deep breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong Killian, but I’m here for youwhenever you’re ready. I promise I’m not running anymore.” It wasn’t exactlywhat she wanted to say - Killian was better with words than she was - but shecould tell he knew what she really meant.

Theyfinally arrived to the town line where her parents and Regina were waiting forthe two of them. There was a protection spell over the town that Regina thoughtshe and Emma were powerful enough to take down. Her parents wanted to be thereto support her, but they needed to go soon. As much as she loved her mother shewas the worst at keeping secrets, and Snow had almost ruined everything earlierthat week at their family dinner.

Emmaand Killian made their way over to the trio, hand in hook. “Hey, what are youguys doing here?” She tried to play it off like there was nothing wrong - herparents shouldn’t even be there - but her mom appeared to be uneasy, and Emmacould sense she was struggling to keep her thoughts to herself.

“Uh,I…we just thought-”

“Wewere both worried, and just wanted to make sure everything went alright withthe spell.” David was smooth, and even though she knew it was partly because hewas trying to cover up the truth, she knew their concerns were genuine ones.

“Right,well we should get the spell started.” Emma let go of Killian’s hook, threw hima wink and rubbed her hands together.

“It’sabout time Ms. Swan.” Thank god Regina could keep it together; at least shecould keep a secret (like keeping an entire town cursed with no real memoriesfor twenty-eight years). Emma desperately needed to talk to the three of themalone, but how was she supposed to get Killian to walk away without being tooobvious? “Do you have the spell? I sent it to you yesterday, remember?”

IfEmma hadn’t been in on it, she would’ve actually believed her.

“Dammit,I left my phone in the car…uh, Hook? Can you get my phone from the car? Ican’t remember the spell without it. Please?” she asked sweetly, batting hereyes. Her efforts seemed to be paying off because he had that playful smirk onhis face. She loved seeing her pirate returning to his more charming self.

Assoon as he walked away, the four of them gathered closely.

“Doyou think he suspects anything?” Snow looked around the group; neither of themwere impressed with her acting skills, or rather, lack thereof.

“Well,we all know how well you can keep a secret,” Regina teased with a smirk,

Davidrolled his eyes in response, and Snow stood straight up in defense,flabbergasted. She couldn’t think of a retort.

“OhI’m kidding, jeez. No, I don’t think the pirate knows the truth. How muchlonger are you going to let this go on for?”

Sheknew she was pressing her luck - Killian was quite perceptive. She looked overto the bug where Killian seemed to be struggling to find her phone. She duckedher head back down. “He saw me talking to Liam, or at least I think he did. Ifeel bad keeping something from him, but-”

“It’sthe best you can do until tonight, we know.” Her father gave her that signatureCharming smile. She was lucky he had come around and was now best mates withKillian. She could see Killian start to walk back over to the group.

Shit,he looked upset again - as if he were hurt by whatever was bothering himearlier.

“Listen,I love you guys, but I need you to leave - now.” Her parents knew theywere needed elsewhere, so they gave her a quick hug and said goodbye to Hook asthey walked past him.

WhenKillian approached, Emma went in for a hug. She was never one for PDA, but shestill wasn’t over their return from the Underworld, and liked to make sure hewas really there, every now and then. He usually welcomed her with open arms,but this time he just extended his arm, giving her the phone.

“Seemslike you really don’t need me, so I best be off. Bye Swan.” His voice wasstrong but at the same time, ready to crack; it was as though he couldbreak down at any second. His face was white, but the tips of his ears werebright pink; it looked like he couldn’t decide what he was feeling at thatmoment.

Emmatried to stop him, but he shrugged off her arm and continued to walk away fromher.

Hewas actually walking away from her - from them.

Whathad changed in the five minutes he went looking for her phone? she wondered. Then shelooked down at the screen.

Seriously?

Killian’sPOV

Assoon as he walked towards the trio, he knew something was wrong; as if theywere all in on something, and he was the odd man out. He knew her parents stillhad some reservations about him, but he thought he was winning them over. Heand Regina, on the other hand, had always had some understanding, but he stillfelt very uneasy walking over towards the group.

“Hey,what are you guys doing here?” Usually Swan was happy to see her parents,especially after their adventure back in time - he could see their relationshipwas stronger than ever and that they truly loved one another - but what reallythrew him off was how Snow responded; he wasn’t even sure if he could considerthat a response.

“Uh,I…we just thought-”

Hecould see the quick flash of panic in her eyes - it was a simple question andyet she was struggling to answer it. What the bloody hell was happening?

“Wewere both worried, and just wanted to make sure everything went alright withthe spell.” David was smooth, but Killian could tell the Prince was hidingsomething from- well, he wasn’t really sure why. He decided not to look too farinto it, and to just let it go. Everything was just in his head, and he neededto move on from that morning and just be happy with his Swan.

“Right,well we should get the spell started.”

“It’sabout time Ms. Swan. Do you have the spell? I sent it to you yesterday,remember?” Regina seemed to be in a mood, but the Queen had been through a lotrecently, so who was he to judge her?

“Dammit,I left my phone in the car…uh, Hook? Can you get my phone from the car? Ican’t remember the spell without it. Please?” She used his moniker and batteredher eyelashes; he couldn’t believe his little minx was playing with him likethat in front of her family. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and went toretrieve her talking device. He still didn’t fully understand the blastedcontraption, but it allowed her to communicate with him, even when they weren’ttogether, so he appreciated the magical talking phone.

As heopened the driver’s door, he immediately found her phone - it was buzzingincessantly -and accidently clicked something; he wasn’t sure what, but itopened up her virtual correspondence with someone. He didn’t meant to pry, butfor some reason he decided to take a peek at the screen.

Whale:Everythingis good to go.

Emma:Areyou sure? I’m just really scared after our last appointment.

Lastappointment? What the bloody hell happened at this appointment? He knew heneeded to mind his own business, but since Emma wasn’t going to tell him whatwas happening, he needed to find out on his own.

Whale:YES!I promise. Does Killian suspect anything?

Thatbastard had the nerve to mention him during this…this transgression? Was thatwhat was happening?

Killianwas furious.

Helooked over to Emma seeing the lot of them huddled together. They all knewsomething that he didn’t, and he was tired of being the fool; privacy be damned- he needed to know what was going on.

Emma:No,he doesn’t. Thank god. I don’t know how to tell him…

Whale:Wellyou might want to tell him soon.

Whale:I’mready for the next appointment whenever you are

Whale:Ipromise, I am here for you, whatever you need sweetie

Thatbastard! That soon-to-be-dead bastard!

Killianhad read enough - he was done.

As hewalked back towards the group he could hear them mumbling; whatever they were hiding,he couldn’t care less about - they could all bugger off. He’d had his heartripped from his chest once by the crocodile, but this pain was different; howcould his Swan betray him like this?

Helooked up and saw Snow and David walking towards him, both with giant smiles ontheir faces. How could they be okay with this? He thought they had liked him,but apparently they wanted better than an old pirate for their daughter. Hedidn’t smile back at them; he couldn’t fake it as they did. As he walked overto Emma, she was opening her arms to bring him in for a hug. His heart wasbreaking even more, and he didn’t think that was even possible at this point.He wanted to be mad at her - he was hurt - but yet he wanted to get down on hisknees and beg for her to take him back. He decided to hand her the phone; hecouldn’t be around her right now.

“Seemslike you really don’t need me, So I best be off. Bye Swan.” He could feel hisvoice breaking - it matched his heart. She tried to stop him, but the tears hadalready started forming in his eyes. He knew he was being a hypocrite, but atthat moment it didn’t matter; he needed to go the docks and try to think abouthis future. He needed to decide if Storybrooke was really his home.

Whenhe arrived at the docks, he sat on the perch, feeling a sense of nostalgia ashe did, That’s when he realized that this was the same spot he and Emma oncesat when he said it was his job to protect her heart. He always knew there wasa chance she would run, but he never thought it would actually happen. Theywere so happy, or at least he was. He loved her; he always would, even if shenever loved him back.

Hesat there for what seemed like an eternity the ocean calmed him. He missedliving out on the open seas; he was a changed man and knew he couldn’t go backto being a pirate, but maybe an adventure wouldn’t be a bad thing. Then herealized that the last person he promised to take sailing was Henry, so theycould have an adventure. He had grown so close with the lad; Killian knew hecould never replace Henry’s father, but he thought of Henry as his own in someways. Killian knew he actually couldn’t leave Storybrooke; this was his homenow. There was a life before Swan, and he could try to find anew.

Hesaw someone off in the distance coming towards him, and he knew exactly who itwas.

“Ahoythere little brother! I’ve been looking for you all afternoon.”

Emma’sPOV

Seriously?Those are the texts he’d read? They did not look good, she could admit that,but it wasn’t what he was probably thinking.

Shit.

Sheshouldn’t have tried to go behind his back, and she should’ve just told him thetruth right away.

“What’shis problem?”

Emmamoved towards Regina to show her the texts, her jaw dropped.

“Ohno, he probably thought-”

“Yup,he saw me earlier with his brother, too. I thought he was onto us, but now I’mpretty sure he thinks I’m cheating on him with Whale.” Emma cringed at thethought, remembering that once upon a time her mother and Whale…yeah, shedidn’t want to continue any further with that thought.

“Well,what are you going to do? You’ve gone through too much to lose him over somethingso trivial.”

Emmawas taken aback; she knew Regina cared about her, but to think that the EvilQueen was one of her closest friends, always threw her off .

Emmatried to think of what to do, and realized Regina was right; Emma was not goingto give up on her happy beginning so easily. Couples fight, and there aretypically t things they need to work out - most don’t have to worry aboutVictor Frankenstein and their boyfriend’s formerly dead brother causing drama.Then it hit her. “Liam!”

Reginadidn’t seem convinced by the idea Emma offered her.

“Iknow Killian was mad at him earlier, but if anyone can get through to Killianright now it’s his brother. He’d always listened to Liam, whether he wanted toor not.” Emma called Liam and tried to explain everything, but he was toodisappointed with his brother’s lack of good form to fully listen and went offto find “Killian’s sorry arse”. Liam made a promise that Killian would meet heroutside of Granny’s by 7pm, as they had talked about earlier.

“Regina,you got this? I need to go get ready for tonight.”

“Goodluck. Oh and congrats Emma.”

Emmaleaned over, gave her friend a quick hug goodbye, and raced back to the bug;she still had a lot she needed to do before she saw Killian again - well if heshowed up, that is.

Killian’sPOV

“Goaway Liam, I don’t want to talk to you.” Killian turned his back, but at thesame time, cursed himself for treating his brother so cruelly after being apartfor centuries and finally reuniting again. He couldn’t look at his brotherthough; he was still upset from whatever he saw going on between he and Emmathat morning.

“Funny,I didn’t come here for you to talk, you git. Killian, what is going on withyou? I know your Emma is strong, but I could tell that she was upset; I couldhear it in her voice.”

“Wellbrother, I thought you and Emma were so close. Why don’t you tellme what’s going on?” His voice was harsh; he could tell his brother wastaken aback by Killian’s brash behavior. He finally turned to look Liam in theeyes, and all Killian could see was pity.

“Killian,I don’t know what you thought you saw, but I promise you it’s not like that betweenEmma and me. I know you love her, and don’t deny it. She brings out the best inyou, and you in her. I cannot tell you what we were discussing; it’s up to herto tell you when the time is right, but I promise brother - she loves you too.”

Killian’seyes grew wide; Emma loved him too? He could feel his heart becomingfull again, but then he remembered the texts.

“I’mnot so sure of that; I read her messages to Whale. There’s something going onbetween the two of them.” Killian hung his head again, and becameemotional once more.

“Killian,oh no little brother. Come here.” Liam wrapped Killian into a hug. The brothershad never been open about such displays prior, but without thinking, Killianwrapped his arms around his brother as well. “I wish I could get more into thiswith you, but I’m going to need you to trust me when I say you need to go meetEmma at Granny’s in - oh - well, now actually.” “

Killiancould see that his brother was being honest. Killian knew he needed to go toEmma, that there was more to the story. The wheels started to spin in his headof what was really going on with Emma, he thought was onto something then hisbrother’s voice cut in. “And remember Killian, a man unwilling to fight forwhat he wants-”

“Getswhat he deserves. Aye Liam I need to go to her.”

EmmaPOV

Shewas fine. Besides the pacing and the fidgeting, she was fine. She knew Liam wasgoing to get through to Killian; she knew that he was going to show up. He waslate - and being late was her thing. She made a vow in that moment to never belate again.

Shewas going over the plan in her head again and again; she was going to tell himthe truth - all of it. Emma decided she couldn’t let her fears control heranymore; what they had was real and true. She wasn’t the scared little girlanymore, she had her family she had her- “Killian. You came?”

“Aye,love I did. I talked to my brother, and I’m sorry for acting like a jealousarse and walking away from you. I should have never done that. I should haveconfronted you about the texts. I promise I will never walk away from you everagain. Can you ever forgive me Emma?”

Shecouldn’t help but smile at his rant as she moved closer to him, taking his handand hook. “Killian, there’s nothing to forgive. I would’ve reacted the sameway. Hell, I probably would’ve done a lot worse. I’m sorry you found thosemessages, and I know you saw Liam and I in the street and I’m sorry forupsetting you. I never meant to hurt-”

Killiancut her off with a kiss, and it quickly grew into something that could only bedescribed as passionate. Emma’s hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled herinto his arms so that there was no distance between them. Their hands startedto wander as Emma turned her head letting Killian deepen the kiss.

Theyfinally broke apart when they needed a breath; Killian rested his forehead onher’s.

“NowSwan, why did you want to meet at Granny’s? I can think of a few other placeswhere we could engage in more enjoyable activities.”

Emmahad completely forgotten why they were there and not in bed, but then sheremembered all of the people in Granny’s and that they were there for them.

“Ah,why don’t I show you?”

Hemerely nodded and gave her a kiss as she led them inside. As they entered thedark room she turned to Killian, and then the lights turned on.

Killian’sPOV

“SURPRISE!!!!”

“Bloodyhell!” Killian turned to Emma, catching the sheepish smile on her face - shehad done this all for him? “Emma, why?”

“Killian,as a family we have had some special moments here, together. We’ve celebratedwhen Mom and I returned, when Zelena was defeated and Neal’s birth, and I justwanted you to have your moment - us to have a moment.”

Killiancould feel the tears coming; for the third time today, he was going to crybecause of Emma. Gods, he did not deserve this woman, but he swore he wouldlove her until his last breath…again. He gave her a hug, and, rememberingthat they were being watched by pretty much the entire town, a quick peck onthe lips.

Killianmade his way around the room, greeting and thanking everyone, although he stillwasn’t quite sure what exactly they were celebrating. Reaching the back of thediner, he stood next to the booth where Snow, David, Henry and Regina werealready sitting.

“Love,as much as I appreciate this party, what are we celebrating?”

Emma’sface quickly turned a shade of bright red as she laughed looking down at herhot chocolate. In fact, everyone was either giggling, or making some silly facein reaction to his inquiry. He let out a huff. “Seriously, what is it?” heasked, looking around the table and trying to get someone to tell him.

“Ahlittle brother, I know it’s been some time since you’ve properly celebrated,but it’s your birthday!”

Killianturned around to find his brother.

“That’swhy you saw me and Emma in the street; she was just confirming that today wasyour actual birthday.”

“Ittook a lot of digging Captain, but with your brother’s help we were able tofinally find out your birthday. And you know I don’t really believe in fate orwhatever, but today is also the day we met…” She mumbled the last bit, almostas if she were embarrassed to remember their first encounter. He saw Snow’sreaction; she wasn’t doing much to hide the giant grin upon her face, and Davidand Regina rolled their eyes in response to her.

Killiangrabbed Emma’s hot chocolate, putting it down on the table so he could hold herhand. “Aye love; I know what today is for us.”

Hereyes darted to his, encouraging him to continue.

“Swanhow could I forget? It was the day I fe- saw you, the first time I felt like Iwas truly living again. Seems only fitting that I met you on my birthday -you’re the greatest gift I could ever hope for.” Killian stared at her as ifshe were his entire world - which she was. She couldn’t take her eyes off himeither, until he threw her a quick wink for good measure. He loved watching herblush and fully intended on making her flushed tonight, although for adifferent reason.

“Arewe good here?” Henry asked, quickly trying to cut the tension that wasobviously building between his mother and Killian. He knew he needed to reel itin, especially in front of the boy.

Emmaleaned over, gave Henry a quick kiss on his head, and apologized for “makingdoe eyes” as Regina loved to put it.

“Emma,I think you’re forgetting a very important part of the celebration?” her motherchimed in.

Killianraised one brow, eyeing her in confusion. Emma dropped his hand and went aroundthe corner to go grab a box covered in the most hideous parchment he had everseen. “It’s called a gift, Hook.” She was being sarcastic, and he loved whenshe teased him about being from another realm.

“Iknow what a gift is darling,” he responded, then spoke in a much lower voice,“I promise tonight I will be the gift that keeps on giving.” Thankfully, no oneheard the last bit; he was sure Dave would’ve run him through again if he heardwhat he had said to his daughter. Killian began to unwrap the gift and open upa box. His eyes blew wide when he saw what was inside.

Neverin his wildest dream was he expecting that to be inside the box.

Emma’sPOV

The partywas a success. Killian seemed to be enjoying himself, but she was stillpetrified of what was to come. She was enjoying spending time with her family -her very large and ever growing family. It was weird to think about how far shehad come since meeting Henry just a few years ago, she was forever thankfulthat little boy had come into her life again.

Killianand Emma made their rounds, saying hello to the town, thanking them for comingto celebrating Killian’s birthday. Emma thought it was cute that he didn’tunderstand why they had gathered everyone together. Killian’s words had movedher when he said she was the best gift he could hope for. Then Emma’s heartdropped when her mother reminded her of what she was waiting to give toKillian. She had never been more nervous in her life.

Whatif he ran? What if he didn’t want this? They hadn’t really talked about thisbefore, but this was Killian. He treated Henry like his own; he fit in witheveryone in the family perfectly.

Well,it’s now or never Swan. Emma excused herself, went, and grabbed his gift.

“Iknow what a gift is darling,” he responded, then spoke in a much lower voice,“I promise tonight I will be the gift that keeps on giving.”

Ohthank god her father didn’t hear that. She nudged Killian for his comment,encouraging him to open the damn thing. When he finally did, his eyes wentwide, jaw dropping down to the floor.

“Is..doesthis…?”

“Yeah,it does Killian.” There were two onesies in there that read “Daddy’s FirstMate” and “Mommy’s Little Pirate,” along with the sonogram from her firstappointment.

“Emma,we’re having a child?”

Shebarely nodded before he grabbed her hand, rushing away from her family. Shehadn’t expected that he’d literally run away. Then before she realized what washappening she was standing on the counter, eyes all on her and Killian.

“MayI have everyone’s attention? Good! I would like to let you all know that thiswoman has now given me the best gift for my birthday - and I don’t meanGranny’s lasagna. I am going to be a father!”

Cheersrang out from the entire crowd, as Granny hollered for them to get off thecounter.

Hefinally jumped down and carefully helped Emma back down to the ground. Killianwas still clutching on to the photo of their baby as they went outside to talkin private for a moment..

“Swan,how long have you known?” He couldn’t have wiped the smile off his face if hetried; he was practically jumping up and down as if he were the small child.

“Onlya week. Mom and Regina were with me when I took the test. They forced me to gosee Whale - that’s what those messages were about. I’m sorry I didn’t tell youright away! We were already planning the party and I thought - well Snowthought - that it would be a cute idea to give you the outfits as a gift.You’re not mad?”

“Emmahow could I ever be mad at you? You’ve made me the happiest man alive tonight, justas you do every other night.” Killian leaned in for a kiss and it quicklyescalated, as most of their kisses did.

“Killian,there’s something I want to say while it’s just the two of us.” Emma could seeKillian’s entire body posture change; he became tense which, given theirhistory, she couldn’t blame him. “I know I should have said this a while ago,and I feel like you already know this - or at least I hope you know. I loveyou, Killian Jones.”

Emmacould see the tension in his features transform into pure joy; it was as if hehad been waiting a lifetime for this moment.

“Emma,I feel like you’ve known for a while where I stand, but I’ve been waiting foryou to say that so I could say: Emma Swan, my love, I’m in love with you.”

#cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #regina mills #henry mills #snowing #snow white #prince charming #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #liam jones #Jealous!killian

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Coffeeshop au for meena and Johnny

My Sunshine

So I know that this one took me forever but I just really want to do a slow burn coffee au multi-chapter fic. But I have so many in line right now that it’s just gotta wait until I finish what i’m doing right now. Curse you brilliant anon!!!

When Johnny rode his jet black chopper into work that afternoon he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he could barely feel the bite of the cold winter wind through his fur. He parked in his usual spot and hurried inside of the Over the Moon Cafe. The cozy old building embraced him with a comforting warmth that banished the lingering cold that had settled in his bones and alleviated his worries enough for a small smile to grace his face. He weaved his way through the crowds of customers to the back of the shop where he ran into Ash just as she was heading out to start her shift.

The sassy porcupine rolled her eyes when he stumbled over her and almost crashed into a stack of mismatched mugs. “Watch out there Pretty Boy.” She scolded him half-heartedly and then strolled over to the register to relieve the harried looking buffalo that was trying to manage the line of customers. Like a pro she fielded the customers, decimating most of the line in a matter of minutes. Johnny watched her in amazement for a minute or so before turning around and heading back to get changed.

In the back room he stowed his helmet and his worn out leather jacket in his locker and grabbed his personalized apron. Everyone that worked at Over the Moon Cafe had an apron with their name embroidered on it, handmade by the General Manager, Rosita. His was his favorite shade of green and as he slid it on over his tight white t-shirt that hugged his muscles in all of the right places. Before he headed out to man the coffeemakers he swung by Rosita’s office.

The plump pig was sitting in her chair happily working on the mountains of paperwork that she had confiscated from the owner, Buster Moon. The hapless koala probably would have bankrupted the cafe by now if it hadn’t been for Rosita. The former housewife was the best, most intuitive manager that Johnny had ever had the pleasure of working for. Her office was decorated with various pictures of her 25 children and her husband Norman.

“Afternoon Rosita.” he greeted her from the doorway and she spun around to grace him with her huge, friendly smile.

“Good Afternoon Johnny.” She said cheerily and waved him into her office. Johnny gratefully stepped inside and perched himself on the other tiny chair in the office. He folded his long limbs up awkwardly to fit into the chair.

“What did you need?” She asked and Johnny nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well ya kna I been workin’ ‘ere a long time and me dad told me last night that ‘e needs me ‘elp in the shop in the afternoons. I was wonderin’ if ya got a position available for me in the mornin’.” He finally blurted out in a rush, his cheeks bright red.

Rosita seemed to consider it for a few seconds, as if searching through her head for any open positions in the morning shift. Suddenly her face lit up and she grabbed his hands excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Oh Johnny this is perfect! We just hired a new baker so we can start selling some fresh-baked goods, and I need a shift leader to help her in the morning. Would you be interested?”

Johnny barely even took the time to think over the offer. It was a small jump in pay and it gave him the ability to help his father in the shop whenever he needed to, what more could he ask for?

“Y-yeah! Thanks Rosita!” He exclaimed happily and swept the startled woman up into a big hug. She laughed and patted his shoulder, giving him a motherly kiss on the cheek before he finally set her down.

“Now get to work!” She shooed him out of the office and he hurried off to his station, his face bright with happiness. All of the fears that had plagued his mind since his conversation with his father. Now he had returned to his element. He relieved the gazelle after she made her last coffee and stood back to appraise his duties.

The counter was lined with cups waiting to be filled with various forms of coffees and teas. He took a deep breath as he reached for the first cup, letting the warm smell of coffee wash over him. He had always felt at home in the little shop, with its mismatched furniture, lively decor and staff that acted more like family than coworkers. He smiled to himself and began working diligently.

When Johnny’s new job started the next week, he realized exactly why the position was still free when he asked about it. His shift began at 4 in the morning, before the sun was even up, he was dragging himself out of bed and sluggishly getting dressed. The act of driving his bike, and the cold wind in his face woke him up a little bit but he was still sluggish and desperate for coffee when he arrived at the little cafe. He unlocked the door and turned on a few lights behind the counter so that he could see well enough to make himself a strong cup of coffee.

He quickly made himself an espresso and gulped it down, relishing the feeling of caffeine rushing through his veins like wildfire. He shook himself and looked around the cafe with new eyes, quickly moving around to set up the shop for opening. He was in the middle of taking chairs off of the tables when the door jingled to signal that someone had entered. He was holding a bright yellow chair when he looked up to greet the baker, but as soon as he saw her all thought processes ceased.

She stumbled in rather unceremoniously into the cafe, nearly knocking over a table in front of her. Immediately she righted the table, mumbling apologies as she tried to straighten the table back into its original position. Johnny stared at her in awe, just taking her in for a second before she saw him. She was already wearing her special apron, and the delicate lilac color seemed to match her perfectly, even though he didn’t even know her name. She was wearing a loose flower print shirt underneath, paired with well worn jeans and pink converse. Johnny leaned against the chair that he had just set down on the floor and tried to think of something suave and sexy to say to her.

“Careful there love.” He said softly, smirking slightly when she jumped again and knocked over a couple chairs. All confidence, however, fled him as soon as he saw baby blue gems that were staring at him in shock and embarrassment. His poor brain wasn’t prepared for a shock and as a result his lost his balance and found himself laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling and cursing himself for ruining his chances already.

Suddenly she was staring down at him, a shy smile brightening her face and sending his heart into a tizzy inside his chest. She offered her hand to him and gratefully took it as leverage to pull himself up off of the unforgiving hardwood floor. He dusted himself off and gave a nervous laugh, suddenly tense now that the had touched her skin, seen her beautiful eyes, fallen in love with that smile.

But what was her name???

He quickly glanced at her apron and read the embroidered name on the top corner: Meena. He smiled dopily at her and she pulled her ears in close to her face as she smiled and looked down at the spot where he had just been laying.

“Ya must be the new baker. Name’s Johnny and I’m ‘ere ter ‘elp ya if ya need it.” He nervously fiddled with his own apron, straightening out imaginary wrinkles and brushing away invisible dust.

“Th-thank you. I-I’m Meena.” She said shyly and Johnny felt his heart thump in his chest when he heard her sweet voice echo in the silent cafe. He stared at her for a moment, his mouth gaping slightly in awe, before he realized exactly what he was doing. Johnny felt himself blush as he cleared his throat and gestured to the back where the kitchen was.

Meena hurried back and as soon as she entered the kitchen she froze in surprise and stood gaping at the humble kitchen. The space had been built with enough room for larger animals to move around, but it was still kind of tight so Johnny just watched from the doorway as she reverently ran her hands over the counters, her big blue eyes so wide with awe. He couldn’t help but grin crookedly at her as she examined her tools and all of the ingredients that had been left out for her by Rosita. She picked up the sticky note stuck on one of the baking trays and a sweet smile once more graced her face as she read it.

Johnny pushed off from the doorway and wandered over to the other side of the counter, “Yer actin’ loike ya ain’t ever seen a kitchen loike this.” He said as he leaned closer, making her clutch the sticky note to her chest nervously. Her cheeks flushed an adorable bright pink at his question but this time her ears weren’t concealing her face from him, much to his relief.

“Oh um.. yes well… this is my first job.” She blurted out and Johnny’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. Meena’s blush deepened when she saw his surprise and her ears started to pull in towards her face. Johnny quickly backpedaled, trying to reassure her.

“Look Sunshine, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Ya can ‘andle this, and if ya need ‘elp, I’ll be ‘ere everyday.” He winked at her and Meena looked at him with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. He didn’t know where the nickname suddenly came from but it stuck, and she didn’t protest.

Johnny left her to her work and went to the front of house to finish his opening duties. Once they were finished he wandered back to the kitchen to watch Meena in action. As he got closer he heard the echo of a familiar song mixed with a sweet voice that he had never heard before. He peeked around the corner into the kitchen, where he was hit with a myriad of sensations.

The heat of the ovens was the first thing to hit him, but it was quickly followed by the sweet sound of Meena singing along to the music

Never gonna be in moviesExcept in a front row seatNever gonna be the raving beautyMy momma thought I’d beNever gonna write that novelNever be a homecoming queenNever gonna be a supermodelOn the cover of a magazine

She was cradling a mixing bowl in her arms as she danced around the kitchen like no one was watching. Johnny was so mesmerized by her voice and her movements that he didn’t even care if she caught him. He looked around the rest of the kitchen and found that nearly every tray was covered in warm, fresh-smelling baked goods. He could practically taste them already.

His attention shifted back to the beautiful elephant singing as she began to fill muffin containers with the batter that she had been mixing. Her lavender apron was covered in smatterings of flour and dried batter covered her hands and cheeks. It was obvious that she had been hard at work since he had left her. She was adorable and he cursed himself for falling for her so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered how anyone could resist her as he watched her slide the tray into the oven and do a cute little hip shake as she set the timer.

He made up his mind int hat moment, he was going to woo this beautiful baker, his lovely sunshine, if it was the last thing that he did. With his heart pounding in his throat, he walked quietly into the kitchen and waited for her to turn around, singing into a whisk like it was a microphone. He stepped in and suddenly she was looking at him in shock as he sang along to the girly pop song and swayed with her in a random, joyful dance.

Meena stared at him in confusion and embarrassment but he barely gave her time to be ashamed as he distracted her with his warm voice and his words. She felt her apprehension melt away and she let out a joyful laugh as she joined him in singing once again.But all these things don’t matter in the light of things to come‘Cause, baby, you are my moon and I am your sun, ohJohnny, glad that she finally joined in, let out a laugh of his own and despite bumping into the counters and sending dishes clattering they continued to dance, absorbed in their happiness as they were. When the song finally ended, they held each other for a second, consumed with infectious giggles that didn’t seem to want to quit. Johnny winked at her, making that adorable blush appear once more in her cheeks.

Finally, they seemed to fall out of their reverie and Johnny released her from his arms. She nervously wiped at her dirty cheeks and tried to straighten her apron, but she was too disheveled and it was no use. Johnny just gave her another wink and meandered over to one of the trays laden with baked goods. He picked up a scone in the shape of a flower and took a big bite.

Meena watched nervously as he chewed and seemed to consider the flavor of the scone. When he didn’t say anything she felt dread begin to form in the pit of her stomach like a heavy stone. What if she had put in too much sugar? Too much salt? Where they too dry? Not cooked enough? Infinite examples of what she could have done wrong flew through her brain at a million miles a minute, but came to halt as soon as he swallowed and began to rain compliments down upon her.

You make me feel like a star, oh babyYou say, stay, baby, stayJust the way you areAnd tell me, girl, you’re fineAnd you will shineForever in my heartThat’s why you, yeah, youYou make me feel like a star

“Meena! Bloody ‘ell! These are amazin’! I can’t believe that scones could taste this good. Holy shit!” His praises were muffled as he took another large bite of the scone, moaning as the taste hit his taste buds once more. He looked at her like she was a goddess for bestowing those baked goods upon him. She smiled down at him and watched as he gobbled up the last of the scone greedily, licking his fingers to gather up every morsel. She giggled when he reached for another one, but quickly stopped him with her trunk, giving him a disapproving look.

“Okay no more freebies.” She scolded and he just shrugged sheepishly, shoving his yearning hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Th-Thank you.” She suddenly murmured, surprising Johnny.

“Wot for?” He asked, moving to place a hand on her arm in a demonstration of comfort.

“For complimenting my food, for making me believe that I can do this. I needed that.” Johnny pulled Meena into a tight hug, shocking her for a second before she embraced him back. After a few minutes of silence he pulled back and regarded her with a crooked smile that had struck her dumb from the moment it had hit her.“Sure thing Sunshine.” He winked at her and then jumped up so that he was perched up on the counter, watching her bustle around the kitchen, making magical baked goods. The music continued in the background and they spent the rest of their shift singing along together.

Maybe I’m not the girl next doorWho waves at you and smilesMaybe I’m not a centerfoldBut don’t I drive you wild?Baby, the way you see meIs the way that it should beFeelin’ like I’m something specialSeven days a week

The next morning when Johnny stumbled into the bakery, barely awake and in desperate need of coffee Meena was already there waiting, shining just as brightly as every morning.

“’Ow is it tha’ yer always so awake and ‘appy this early in the mornin’. It’s not bloody possible.” He muttered as he unlocked the door and let her in. Instead of being offended by his grumpiness she just giggled and guided him over to the espresso machine so that he could make his espresso. While he made his coffee she turned on the lights and went into the back to warm up the ovens and get out the ingredients for baking.

Once he had finished his first cup he made another and headed back to the kitchens to properly greet his new friend. While she got out ingredients he went over to the small speaker and plugged his phone into the aux cord. He scrolled through his music until he found a playlist he had made during his downtime at the garage yesterday. It was filled with songs that reminded him of Meena and maybe a couple that he wanted to show if her if she hadn’t heard them already.

Meena jumped a little bit when the music suddenly started flowing out of the speakers but smiled when she saw Johnny swallowing the last of his second espresso over by the sink. He rinsed out his cup and when he saw her watching him he began to playfully sway his hips to the beat, pulling out his most embarrassing dance moves for her. He was in the middle of the sprinkler when he finally broke down and joined her in laughing as hard as he could. She gently ushered him out of the kitchen and out into the front of the cafe.

“Finish your work out here.” She said with a giggle and a gentle shove, “And then you can come help me in the kitchen.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and pretended to pout as he took chairs off of the tables and began setting things up for the rest of the day. Meena just shook her head at his antics and went back into the kitchen to start baking.

And the only thing that matters when the day is doneIs that you are my moon and I am your sun, ohYou make me feel like a star, oh babyYou say, stay, baby, stayJust the way you areAnd tell me, girl, you’re fineAnd you will shineForever in my heartThat’s why you, yeah, youYou make me feel likeEveryday’s my birthdayEvery night’s a dreamOh, and when you kiss meI melt just like ice cream

Johnny hurried to complete his opening tasks and as soon as the front of house was set up he dashed to the back where Meena had set out a little station and ingredients for him. He eagerly washed his hands and bounced impatiently at his makeshift station as he waited for her to finish putting her tray into the oven.

When she finally finished she turned around and found him practically vibrating in excitement as he brandished a hand mixer like a chainsaw. He revved it, trying desperately to keep a straight face. Meena dissolved into giggles and he revved it again in response, his cool facade cracking slightly to reveal a smirk.

“Let’s get this party started eh Sunshine?” She laughed even harder and he couldn’t help but smile when that beautiful laugh echoed through the room. When they finally regained control of themselves she set up her own station and he followed her step by step through the recipe.

Of course this time it took twice as long on account of the fact that they kept taking breaks to eat the batter and have flour fights. By the time they were placing the scones on their respective trays, it had taken twice the time it usually did to make the scones. Her tray was filled with perfect scones in perfect flower shapes while Johnny’s was smattered with shapeless blobs that he had tried desperately to shape into flowers.

Meena assured him that it was a lot harder than it looked, but he still pouted while she put the trays in the oven and started on the next batch, this time moving faster and with more precision. As their first batch of scones baked he moped around the kitchen, fiddling with the music and dramatically sang along, making her laugh and distracting her from her work.

He didn’t stop until suddenly his dramatics were interrupted by the ding of the oven signaling that the scones were done baking. Johnny practically fell all over himself in excitement as she pulled the scones out of the oven and set the trays on the counter. Johnny looked back in forth between their respective trays and pouted comically as he picked up one of his scones and glared at it.

“They look a bloody mess.” He moaned sadly and Meena let out little giggle as she rescued the scone from his disdain and took a big bite. He watched her nervously, waiting for her reaction and to his relief she neither winced nor spat it out. Instead, she swallowed her bite and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling proudly.

“They’re very tasty though. Nice job Johnny.” She took another bite, munching on her treat as she put her muffins in the oven and moved the scones onto display plates. The whole while Johnny just leaned on the counter and watched her eat his attempt at a scone. He knew for sure that they were ugly and he was sure that they didn’t taste nearly as good as hers, but she praised them like they had come down from heaven.

Was it truly possible for someone to be that perfect? He grabbed another espresso and sipped it as he sat there and watched her dance around the kitchen like it was a stage and she was a performer. And how could he not enjoy it? She was making magic in the kitchen as that sweet voice of hers echoed off of every wall and mesmerized him beyond belief.

Never gonna be a Charlie’s AngelNever gonna be a saintBut you love me for all I amAnd everything I ain’t

By the time that Friday rolled around Johnny had helped bake practically every recipe that Meena prepared for the cafe and his presentation was definitely improving. He and Meena had bonded quickly over music and his horrendous baking skills and with each day he grew increasingly enamored with the sweet pastry chef. He had been fretting over what to do about it since they had baked together for the first time early in the week.

He didn’t have the courage until Friday morning when he pulled up in front of the cafe that day and found Meena waiting for him, a huge smile on her face. That one expression was enough to dispel his morning moodiness like the Sun did the darkness. Every morning she was waiting for him, making his heart pound as his stomach filled with butterflies.

He had never felt this way about another girl before. Sure he had his fair share of crushes but she outshone them all, literally. He could barely remember the name of the girl that he had been obsessed with in high school, now that Meena had come into his life.

Their day played out like every other one that week: Johnny would set up the front of house, Meena would bake everything except for a pastry of her choice, and Johnny would join her in the kitchen to bake.

Today they were baking Apple Cinnamon Coffee Cake, a recipe that Meena had brought from her personal collection and was hoping Rosita would add to the menu. The ever-indulgent woman was letting her make a big one for trial today and if it sold, she would add it to the menu. Meena was extremely nervous and Johnny was sure that she would bake it on her own for perfection but when he walked back into the kitchen the recipe was waiting for them.

“Are ya sure that ya want me ‘elp with this one?” he asked, staring at the deceptively simple recipe with trepidation. Meena gave him an equally nervous smile as she dusted off her apron and grabbed her favorite mixing bowl.

“Of course I do. How can I do something so important without my favorite baking partner?” Her cheeks turned pink at her own boldness but the ecstatic grin that lit up Johnny’s face as she spoke was enough to assuage her fears that she was being too forward.

“Well let’s get to work yeah?” He beamed and followed her careful instruction as he added ingredients and stirred the thick batter. Meena looked up from the recipe card just enough so that she could peek at his arms. The way his muscles flexed while he was stirring made her heart pound, but the main thing she wanted to see was the adorable look of concentration that he got when he was baking. It made her feel like he was trying hard to impress her, not that he needed to.

From the moment that he had swept her up into his arms and danced around the kitchen with her she was hopelessly enamored with him. The fact that he helped her bake and actually enjoyed it was just a cherry on top.

Meena had never really had any serious crushes in high school, she was so focused on working to help her mom with money. But now that she was in culinary school and moving forward with her life she found herself yearning for the kind of love and affection that she had missed out on in high school. As if on cue, she had walked into her first day and the handsomest, sweetest gorilla she had ever met was there to greet her.

As she directed him on how to perfectly pour the batter into the baking pan she felt her suffocating nerves rising back up in her throat until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. There was no way that she would ever be able to ask him out, she was doomed to pine over him. Determined not to let her insecurities ruin the coffee cake or her time with Johnny she pushed them into the back of her mind and turned up the music.

The coffee cake took the rest of their shift to bake and because Meena had already finished the normal pastries all that was left was to sit in the kitchen and munch on the extras. They sat across the counter from each other, eating misshapen cookies while they chatted about anything and everything. They were so deeply immersed in sharing facts about their lives that they almost missed the timer for the oven.

When the beeping interrupted them Meena put on oven mitts and carefully removed the perfectly cooked coffee cake from the oven. The heavenly smell of fresh baked goods and apple cinnamon made Johnny’s mouth water eagerly. He desperately wanted to get his hands on that coffee cake and he knew that so would every other customer.

Meena set the cake out to cool but before she could say anything they heard the other opening employees started to come in for the first shift of the day. They waited until the cake was cool enough to plate, their bubble of quality time sufficiently broken now that the other workers were there. While Meena cut the cake and set it out front Johnny collected their things from the bag and met her at the counter.

He said his goodbyes to the other employees and then walked out with Meena. As soon as they left the cafe they were hit with a blast of cold air and Johnny was suddenly grateful for the farewell latte that the barista had made for him. He awkwardly hung around the front of the store, trying to build up the courage to ask Meena out before she headed home for the day. He was mentally wrestling with his will when Meena shouldered her bag and gave him a reluctant smile.

“Thanks for the help with the coffee cake.” She murmured and looked over to the bus stop where she needed to catch her ride.

“Anytime Sunshine, daan’t worry about it.” He chuckled nervously and inwardly panicked as she started to back away to the bus stop. It was now or never. He swallowed down his nerves and cleared his throat, causing her to stop in her tracks and look back at him curiously.

“Would ya… I mean if ya want… ya daan’t ‘ave to… we could get sum food… and a movie… together…” He stumbled over his words helplessly and Meena walked back over so that she was standing close to him, her expression confused as she tried to decipher his ramblings. Suddenly her expression lit up in realization as she finally understood what he was trying to say.

“Are you…are you asking m-me out on a date?” She looked genuinely shocked but her baby blue eyes shone with so much hope that Johnny was able to find his voice.

“Yeah… yeah I am. A date wif me. What do ya think?” He asked, flashing that adorably crooked grin at her. Meena stared up at him speechlessly, her mind imploding as she processed the fact that the gorilla that she had been mooning over was asking her out on a date. She had never been asked out on a date before. What was the proper protocol? Was there a protocol? What if she was bad at it? What if she messed it up?

Her thoughts were rushing around in a panicked frenzy until she finally got a grip on them. It wasn’t like she had to decide her entire relationship with the boy right now. He wanted to take her out on a date, and she wanted to go out with him. It wasn’t complicated and she shouldn’t be afraid of him. This was the same boy that danced her around a kitchen, that baked disfigured scones with her, and sang along to every song that came on, even if he didn’t know it.

You make me feel like a starShinin’ bright in your eyesAnd I’ll always be your lifeShinin’ bright in your eyesAnd I’ll always be your light

“Y-yes.” She finally blurted out and Johnny’s heart started to beat once more. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the cold and from shyness. Neither of them noticed that Meena’s bus had come and gone, they were so caught up in each other.

“Brilliant!” Johnny exclaimed and practically beamed at her. He glanced at his bike and then back to her, an idea forming in his head.

“Let’s go right now. Ya got time?” He asked boldly and Meena’s smile grew exponentially.

“Y-yeah I do.” She fiddled with her bag but her smile never fell from her face. She was too ecstatic to let it fade.

“Awesome.” He mounted his bike and gestured for her to take her place behind him. Meena looked at the motorcycle nervously for a half a second before she forced herself to bury her fears and get on the bike.

“ ‘Old on tight.” Johnny called back and she immediately wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, making him laugh a little breathlessly as he started the bike and pushed out into the street. And just like that they were off, roaring through the streets with nothing but the cold winter air and each other to keep them company.

Johnny constantly thanked whatever deity would listen for coffee, but for the first time in his life he thanked the universe for early mornings.

You make me feel like a star

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