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don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

it’s the last day that you might ever see him again, so, to hell with it, right? (image from straykidsfilm on twt!)

please read the CWs bc this fic talks about body image!! this is something close to me as well, and I wanted to share some cute innie love!! <3

hey you reading this! you’re gorgeous ;)

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

Pairing: self insert, female reader x yang jeongin

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: high school crush au (everyone depicted in this fic is at least 18), virgin!reader, virgin!jeongin, plussize!reader (i think this is the right tag, if not plz correct me!) first time au, cuties in love, softdom!jeongin, (hehe ya know I love me a soft dom), sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!) semi-public sex, nipple play (f), fingering (f), cumshot, somewhat of a quickie, dirty talking, lil bit of a corruption kink, cute fluffy undertones!

CWs: brief mention of a fistfight and blood/wounds, insecurity over weight and descriptive narrative about body weight/appearance and negative self image

Word count: 7.1k

Word had spread that someone had gotten into a fight on the last day of school. Supposedly, it had occurred during the second to last hour of the day, and it was a group of three to four boys. The rest of the details had been unclear, but you had heard mutterings about their names, or how each of them had walked into the principal’s office with bloodied knuckles, fat lips, and purple bruises to their cheekbones. You had heard that one of them had laughed in the face of the principal, claiming that they simply had it coming.

“I heard that they were from class A-4. Or was it A-3?”

Your friend leaned over with her skirt ruffling on her plastic chair.

“Who could be so stupid?” She strung her bubble-gum around her finger with cracked nail-polish. “Are they looking to graduate, or what?”

“I don’t know...”

In your lap, you hands grew clammy with sweat. It was against your will, but you couldn’t but help thinking...

Yang Jeongin was in class A-4.

Your chest tightened thinking about if it had been him that had gotten in the fight.

It was no secret that you had harbored a crush on the boyishly handsome student from the other class of your same year. You had read or seen somewhere that the reason that they called crushes “crushes” was because they did just that--they crushed you to the full extent of the word. Whoever had said that, you had learned that they were 100% right. Having a crush on Yang Jeongin had been the most painful experience of your life. Since middle school, it had been something that you had scribbled in your diary, and the reason why you would hold your breath when he walked by with his friends, or when you’d see him on the same bus as you.

You can’t exactly recall when it started, it just kind of did.

There was nothing extremely notable about him: he wasn’t his class president, he wasn’t the ace of a sports team, nor did he even have friends who really were notable either. No matter how much you pondered it, you couldn’t figure out what it was about him.

Yang Jeongin was known for having a kind smile and a jovial laugh, so you just decided that it must’ve been one of these things. This semester he had ashy-grey brown hair, and your best friend still hadn’t heard the end of it from you. Over time, you had learned that he liked banana milk with his lunch and kept a fox enamel pin on his backpack. He had worn the same beat up sneakers for all of high school and wore this same grey hoodie on most days when it would get cold.

A couple times you had imagined what it would’ve been like if he had let you borrow it on the days when it would mist on spring mornings, or when snow would fall early in November. There had even been times when you imagined him holding your hand, walking down the hall, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you close...among other things. Somehow, you liked to think that he would be the kind of person who would love you more than you could love yourself. Granted, you never could know for sure. Being optimistic made up half of your fantasies.

“Just confess already.”

Your best friend had said half a million times over the course of the years.

The more you had contemplated it, the less sense that it made. A confession would’ve been a whole lot easier if he had known who you were.

“There's no way.” You had said morosely. “As if he would say yes to me.”

“Can’t know unless you try.” Your friend smiled, sucking at her lollipop on the walk home. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never written him a confession letter before...” Her backpack hopped up and down with her arms outstretched animatedly in that alley decorated with vines. “...Where do you keep them? In your desk? Under your bed? In your sock drawer?”

“Oh shut up!!” You nudged her, sending her spiraling out with laughter.

“If it’s the last day of school, you’ve got nothing to loose! You’ll never see him again! If he says no, no big deal!”

The clock ticked on the wall to your classroom, the seconds hand moving silently faster and faster the more that you looked at it. Under your desk, your fingertips pricked the edges of the pink envelope. You had written your the name as nicely as you could with flowery cursive with tiny flowers. On the back, you had sealed it with a sticker: an orange fox.

Your throat grew dry seeing only six minutes before the bell would ring, and then the metal legs of chairs would scrape on the floor, the hallway would flood with students, and you would make your way to his locker and pray that he would stop by there. In many ways, just thinking about it was enough to make your stomach do somersaults and for your hands to wet even more embarrassingly with sweat. Your knees felt limp, and you wondered if you even had it in you.

Even worse, a deeper fear crept in the back of your mind--it was much more venomous and horrifying, but you couldn’t keep it down. You feared that he would laugh in your face, throw the letter down, and throw his head back at you and how ridiculous your moment of confidence had been.

How could be like someone like me?

Perhaps your biggest fear of all, even greater than the rejection, was him admitting that he could never like someone like you.

Your skirt was tighter on you than most, at least, tighter than it was on the other girls. When you would shop at the school uniform store, you could never escape the glares from the ladies when you and your mother asked for the larger sizes that they had. Your soft cheeks were plush and squishy, and your belly striped with stretch marks that you had stopped looking at in the mirror. Because it was more comfortable, you wore leggings under you skirt, even in the warmer months, even if it made you sweat. Oversized sweaters would swim over your frame, for the very reason that you could swim in them.

As optimistic as you could be, there had been some nights worse than the others where tears would wet your eyes before sleep, no matter how many affirmations and positive sticky notes you had pasted to the back of your bedroom door.

How could I like someone like you?

It would be so easy for him to say it. Words flicked off the tongue hastily are the ones that often hurt the most. You just hoped and hoped that he had been everything that you had made him to be...as unrealistic as it was.

The bell chimed, and you felt your heart leap into your throat when the room erupted into cheers and papers and desks went flying and screeching around the floor.

“Are you ready?” Your friend winked, and the corners of the letter pricked your fingers.

~💌~

With some stroke of luck, he was exactly where you had wanted him to be. Even then, some small part of you had secretly had hoped that he hadn’t just so you could walk away. You would’ve walked away from him, that school, everyone who had known you and just let it be. However, fate had been much kinder to you...damned fate.

Your heart quickened upon seeing him. He was wearing that same grey hoodie with the drawstrings that he would tie into bows sometimes, and that same enamel pin shone silver on his backpack. You realized that it even looked almost exactly like the sticker you had used. His navy uniform slacks were dusted with dirt however, and one of the knees had a bit of a tear to it. In your horror, you then saw the scrapes on his face: one right under his eye, on his left cheek, and a thin red line on his bottom lip where it had cracked open. Before you could think of anything else, seeing how much it must’ve hurt him made your heart twist.

From your backpack, you drew out the rest of the stuff that you had prepared, and tried your best not to collapse from the way that your knees trembled.

“H-hi...” You announced, head down, and mouth deathly dry.

Yang Jeongin whipped his head over to see you, slightly startled. Up this close you could see his adorable brown eyes that even looked at if they glistened with stars in them.

“...Hi?” He returned, closing his locker, and wetting his lips.

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and you quickly presented him with the letter, the carton of banana milk with the heart sticker on top, and the tiny case of animal shaped cookies.

With eyes glued to the floor and his beat up gym shoes, you said the words as fast as humanly possible, “I-know-that-you-don’t-know-who-I-am-but-I’ve-really-liked-you-for-such-a-long-time-now-and-seeing-as-its-the-last-day-of-school-I-wanted-to-tell-you-so-please-accept-this!!”

You waited for what felt like hours, then he took the items from your hands with a tentative touch. “Um...thank you...for this.”

This was it. It was happening. You had already known that it wouldn’t get much better, and the way that he looked petrified only made you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks. Even then, now that the words had escaped your lips for the whole universe to hear, it felt good in some small, relieving way.

“Y-you don’t have to say anything back. Please don’t...don’t feel obligated to, I just...” Your voice trailed, and your eyes wandered to the exit door behind him, and the green of the summery trees.

I should just leave. It would be better if I left. If I walk away, this is all over...

The hem of your skirt tickled your nervous fingers, and you had nearly made up your mind. You wished at least that he would say something rather than just staring.

“I-I can just...leave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...how could I think that...nevermind.”

It took everything that you had, but you blinked the tears that stung the corners of your eyes and you hiked your backpack straps up a little higher.

You motioned to the things in his hands, “I hope that you enjoy those things and...good luck at university.”

You flashed a feeble smile for him, right back to his astonished face. Just outside of the exit, there was the rest of the world in front of you, and you also took peace in the fact that it really was a really nice day then.

“W-wait!!” He suddenly said with a slight crack to his voice, turning after you to grab at your wrist too. As soon as he did, his eyes widened, the the gruff voices of a group of boys echoed down the hall.

“Where is that shithead?? This isn’t over.” The tall boy from class A-4 balled up his hand into a fist, and smacked it into his palm. The tall boy and about three of his friends also had red knuckles and scratches on their faces, each to a varying level of degree.

“Shit.” Jeongin bit his lip, and his grip on your wrist tightened. “Uh-can you come with me?? This way?? Fuck--” He nodded toward the opposite hallway, and your head spun thinking why he would want you to come with him.

“What?? Why??”

“Just--” He watched the boys coming frantically and hid behind his locker door. “They’ll beat the shit out of me again. Just....come on!”

A nervous thrill sent a shiver down your spine feeling his hand and the warmth there while he guided you, pushing and parting the sea of bodies chatting and hugging each other goodbye.

“Where are we going?” You called to him, and the little carton of banana milk swayed in his opposite hand.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.”

You followed him further and further, through the hallways that had emptied of students or any semblance of them. Shades had been pulled in most of the empty rooms, and the chairs had been placed on top of the tabletops of desks. Both of your shoes squeaked under the flooring when you turned corners, and the sound of his nervous panting became louder and louder. Where he held you, the sleeve of his sweater bushed up against you, and it was even softer than you had imagined.

Jeongin pulled at several doorknobs, finding them to be locked, head turning to see if the group of boys had followed. At last, he found one that did unlock, and he threw it open on its hinges as quickly as he could. It was one of the storage closets for the theater department, and it was dustily coated on all surfaces and even moldy smelling, with not a window to be found. Jeongin flicked on the light, revealing the stacks of props and furniture that you vaguely remembered seeing in performances in the past.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you so hard.” Jeongin finally said.

“It...it’s okay.”

“If I got caught with them again I might as well kiss college goodbye...” He raked an anxious hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fight with them before...”

“Are...you okay?” You softened your tone, seeing the way that the pink marks on his face must’ve been made against the hard cement of the floor outside.

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.”

His eyes really did look like they glistened.

“It...it’s really funny actually...” He shoved his hand into his pocket, fumbling with the contents with a shaking hand, then took out a crumbled piece of notebook paper that had been torn. “Take it.” He prompted with wide eyes.

“Me??”

“Who else?” He laughed lightly.

The note had been written in black ink, and it smudged and bled to the other side of the paper, and the scribbled handwriting looked rushed as if it was an afterthought or some kind of crazed ramble. You unfolded it all the way, starting at the first sentence.

dear y/n from A-2,

you probably don’t know my name, but I’m yang jeonjin jeongin from class A-4, i wanted to write this to tell you that I think that youve you’re really pretty, beautiful and that i’ve been kind of watching you for about a year now, i’m sorry if that’s creepy but, yeah, i just think that you’re really cool and i like it when you smile. i’m sorry that i didn’t say anythimg aything anything about this sooner, i was kind of shy about it to be honest, i didn’t want you to thank think that I was being disrespectful or anything like that, but seeing that its the last day of shcool school and I don’t have a ton to lose loose lose i thought that it was worth a shot. if this doesn’t go the way id i’d like it to, please don’t stop smilng smiling ♥

-yji

By now, the boy from A-4 was swaying his body back and forth almost violently as he waited for you to read the letter and fiddled with his arms crossed. His teeth tugged at his lip, and he anxiously awaited for you to say something. Little did he know that reading his words you were so shocked that you were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe for a couple moments.

“M-me? You mean this...for me?”

“Yeah?” He advanced to take the letter back, “I’m really sorry if it’s creepy, I know that you don’t know me at all and we’ve never spoken, this must be really startling but...I wasn’t expecting for you to write me one too.”

The adorable boy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with a tiny growing smile.

“S-sorry that I was so quiet earlier, I was just really surprised.” Jeongin flipped your letter over too, then gasped a little seeing the fox on the back. “Oh.”

On the other side of the door, the loud and clambering footsteps of that group of idiotic boys clomped and they grunted among themselves asking where Jeongin had went. The two of you held your breath, and soon the voices receded. Once they passed, you threw your backpack around to scramble around the front pocket, pulling out a Band-Aid that must’ve been there for at least a year, but it still worked the same.

“Here...do you need it?”

“Oh! Um-no, but, thank you.”

A silence filled the dusty room, and Jeongin awkwardly moved to sit on one of the old prop couches. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you to do the same.

“The timing...kinda sucks.”

You laughed slightly, “That’s sort of my fault.”

“--My fault too.” He quickly added. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get the chance to know you sooner. Maybe we could’ve...” Jeongin dug his fingers into the velvety upholstery.

Slowly, your sinking insecurities started to creep like vines with thorns, and the words spilled out of your mouth before you had something to do with it.

Maybe he’s just being nice? Are you really certain that letter was meant for you?

“I guess that I’m just really surprised that you of all people could end up liking someone like me. Someone...that looks like me.”

The young boy cocked his head with his eyebrows confusedly crossed. “I don’t see what you mean?”

“‘Cause I’m like...” You motioned to your thighs, a bit chubbier, your larger breasts, and your skirt riding up your legs too. “...like this?”

“But there’s nothing wrong with you?”

“Psh...”nothing wrong with me”...” You laughed with sarcasm at the comment. “Have you seen the other girls in the school? Some of them are frickin’ idols for crying out loud...”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he scooched in a bit closer, but slowly; carefully. “What I’m trying to say is...that there’s no one else like you! And--”

“--That’s exactly it. I’m not like everyone else...”

Jeongin blabbered, and his hand found yours resting on your lap. “I-I’m not s-saying that’s a bad thing! I’m saying that the reason why you stood out to me was because I think...” He shied, cheeks becoming even rosier. “...Because you just seemed so happy all the time, like, you didn’t care what others did or thought of you, I could tell, even from kind of far away, that you were someone who’s real not some kind of made-up thing that you put on every morning for the rest of the world to see you as. Also...” He giggled, “I just thought that you were really cute too.”

His thumb brushed up against the back of your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small feeling.

“I mean...I do think about what people think of me, I think about it all the time...”

“I do too.” He said quietly. “Why else did I let it get so far that I let four guys gang up on me outside school?”

You didn’t press him for more, but merely let your opposite hand rest of top of his as you watched his expression fall. When he was in school, you had only ever seen him smile, but now seeing him like this, it was a whole other side. He looked up at you with his pleading eyes, and they were utterly gorgeous.

“My mom...my mom doesn’t make a ton of money. She barely makes enough to send to me school here, or buy me stuff like new clothes or uniforms each year. I almost never see her because she has to work so hard for me and my brothers...those...assholes had something to say about it and I kind of...snapped. No one can say shit about my mom when they don’t know how hard that she works for us.”

Your eyes fell to his scuffed and worn sneakers, and it all made sense.

“Then they found the letter...I didn’t want them to ruin the last good thing that I had going for me.”

In that moment, the whole world became silenced. You were the last good thing going for him and you had never even known.

Then, he smiled, broken as it was, bit it was still embodied his gentle warmth that you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“But! It turned out okay I think.” Jeongin said with a sigh. He glanced down at your interlocking hands on your lap and chuckled a little bit. “Kinda cool that this worked out though. Maybe we could spend the summer getting to know each other?”

This time, you let one of your happy tears drip down your cheek, and nodded gleefully. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Jeongin smiled, just as you had seen him do it a hundred times, but this time you knew that it was all for you.

“Can I...can I kiss you? If that’s okay? I-I’m sorry if this is really forward...I just...really want to.” He asked gently, then wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You nodded, feeling your whole body shake just a little with your nervousness and anticipation. The world appeared to melt away once he had leaned in to press his lips on yours as softly and as carefully as he could. In that moment, you had forgotten where you were, what time it was or the rest of the beautiful summer day outside the doors of that school. Here, it was just you and him. Embarrassing as it was, this had been your first kiss too. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, asking yourself if you had been doing it right, but once you felt him smile lightly into you, your chest shivered with a sense of relief.

You had never expected kissing to feel like this, and it was a bit strange feeling something so close and intimate right on your own skin. At the same time, it felt like nothing else in the entire world had, and you only wanted more and more of it. He was cautious and respectful in the way that he had tilted his head, and loving how he had cupped your face with his hands cracked and bruised. You didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but settled one hand on his thigh, and the other on his shoulder where you tugged at his white button up stained with dirt.

He too shook with a sigh, readjusting himself, then ran one of his hands down your arm to hold your hand were it rested on him. He tangled your fingers together, and made a tiny little gasp feeling you connect with him. In seconds, he allowed himself to grow rougher, running his lips over yours with a type of fervency that teased at your bottom lip where you felt the warmth of his tongue. It took no more consideration, and you gave him the permission to meet the heat of his tongue with yours between parted lips now becoming a bit swollen.

Jeongin broke your connection for moments, and a different kind of haze took over his eyes. The way that he looked over your quivering lips sent shivers through your whole body, and he dragged his thumb over the tiny streak of saliva that shone on your lip.

“Is it okay if I touch you? In other places?” His eyes fell, and you giggled at the way that a kind of lust-filled hunger seemed to overtake him. For years you had fantasized about him ravishing you like this, and giving love to every inch of your body no matter how hard it had been for you to do that same to yourself. Still, as hesitant as you were, you feared that he would get a taste of all of you, and still change his mind.

“Really?” You stammered, instinctually crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t think that I’m gro--”

“If you’re about to say “gross” don’t.” His expression became much more serious. “I-I’ll say it again a million more times if I need to: you, all that you are, is what I’ve been thinking of for so long, I’d love to touch you wherever you’ll let me.”

This time, you didn’t know if the tears were happy or sad, but regardless, the fat drops still fell down your cheeks.

“--And you can say no too. If you’re not comfortable, we can just keep doing what we were doing...there’s nothing wrong with that at all.”

The dim yellow light in the room buzzed, and you had recalled all the many number of times that you had pictured the very scene about to occur. On lonely nights, you wished to have felt his hands all over you, and now, they really could be.

“What do you say?” He asked, and squeezed your hand along with his.

“Can we...go slow with it? I’ve never...no one has ever offered to--”

“Of course we can.” He smiled adorably, which was a bit odd considering what he had just proposed. “But...I didn’t hear you say yes?”

“Yes.” You quickly added with a nervous inhale, but held his gaze with your assurance. “I-I want you to.”

The boy from the other class grinned, then took to carefully running his hands down your arms once more, and craning his neck to plant sweet little kisses into your neck: the stimulation from which made you whimper out of your own accord, and he giggled upon hearing it.

“You like that?” He whispered greedily, then continued sucking a little harder. Jeongin shrugged down your sweater from the collar, and his wandering hands circled little rubs into your bare arms.

Next, his fingers crept up slowly and cautiously at the bottom of your shirt, testing at first, but not pulling up the fabric all together. His cold fingertips buzzed on your skin in that drafty room, and he brought his lips back up to yours, also making tiny trailed gasps as he crept up all the way to your breasts. The moment that he touched them, both of you appeared to shiver on each other’s bodies, and your kisses grew even needier. At first he cupped over the padding of your bra, kneading and squeezing to play with the way that they jiggled slightly then pulling a bit harder, and relishing the way that they filled up his palms.

“Does this feel good?” Jeongin asked on your lips and you nodded back immediately.

The two of you leaned back on the aged couch, and the young man cradled your head to guide you into the cushion of the upholstery. He admired you for a few moments under him with one leg between your thighs and the other supporting himself and slipping a little on the cement floors. His thigh was just close enough to the heat of your arousal between your legs, and it ached and throbbed so badly, you were convinced you had never felt a feeling as intense as this. He leaned in closer, and pressed the muscle into your clit, and a muffled moan caught on your lip that surprised even him.

“Can I touch you even closer?” He asked, and those ashy grey-brown strands of his dipped over his eyes.

“Y-yes...please.” You found yourself begging, and he mischievously grinned at your desperation.

Under the cotton of your shirt, his fingers slipped under the padding of your bra to toy with your breasts directly. He kissed even more tiny quaking breaths into your mouth, finally finding your hardened nipples and tweaking them with his thumb and index. He pulled lightly at them, making your buds even more sensitive. You cried out with a helpless “ah!” and he stopped, worry across his face as if he had hurt you.

“F-feels really good. Don’t...don’t stop please...Jeongin...”

Absentmindedly, your hips had started to grind against his leg, and he had taken notice of it too. Had you been a bit more attentive, you could’ve seen the way that his member had swelled in his navy slacks, and throbbed, begging for attention too.

You could barely watch, but he hiked your shirt up, baring your cushy tummy for him to see only and you threw your embarrassed arms over your face. As long as you had kept the evil words at bay, they were much more seductive than any affirmation you could’ve repeated to yourself.

“Oh-are you okay?” Do you want me to stop?” The young boy immediately stopped and removed his hands. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no...it’s just...I’m really nervous be-because I’m--”

He sighed, then pulled your shirt down once more. “I can stop doing that for now. But...I just want you to know...I think that everything about you is even more beautiful than you know and these...imperfections--which they’re not--is everything that drives me crazy. Please don’t think that I see you negatively at all. I promise that I want to make you feel good everywhere.”

“Mm-okay.” You shook with a heavy sigh. “You aren’t...disappointed or anything?”

Jeongin pressed a simple kiss onto your upper lip with a smile “Disappointed? Why?”

“Because I don’t want--”

“--No?? I’m not disappointed at all! You don’t owe me anything at all! Especially when you’re not comfortable with it.”

“Hm, thank you.”

He continued with a tiny grunt, lowering himself even closer to you, “Can I please kiss you some more?”

You allowed him, with the warmth of your kisses' meeting in the middle. The heat in your pussy pooled even greater, and you grinded further, thirsting for him in ways that felt forbidden. For a brief moment, you felt the fear seeping back in, head racing with the dozens of thoughts that he might have if he were to see your stretch marks on your belly and on the top-parts of your thighs. The more that you found desire for him, the less that you were convinced that he wouldn’t desire you as much as you did him.

“Do you want...I can touch down here too?” Jeongin hushed, breaking for a minute to hold your eyes earnestly. “Would that be okay?”

He had noticed the way that you had pathetically rubbed into his leg, and this too sent your hands over your shy face.

“M’ sorry...I can’t help...it feels good too...”

“Don’t apologize! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” Your crush smiled with his eyes smiling in the same way. “You can...probably tell.”

“--But...what if you don’t like it?”

He cocked his head, “Like what?”

Your lip quivered and you found tears stinging your eyes once more. “Don’t like..m-me? What I look like?”

“What!? Y/n...my head is like frickin’ spinning thinking about what you look under these clothes--can you please believe me?”

“It...it’s hard to...” Fat tears came waterfalling down your cheeks, and once again the young boy fully stopped his advances.

“The fact that I’m here with you, kissing you like this after daydreaming about it for so long...there’s nothing more that I want than to make you feel good right now. Trust me.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Y/n. I’m 100% sure. And you don’t--you don’t have to even take this off if you don’t want to...” He toyed with your skirt. “But these might get in the way.” He ran both of his hands up and down your thighs and leggings with flat palms, and you felt your whole body ache for more than just that. “Again, we don’t have to if you don’t want.” he gave you a reassuring smile, “We still have the whole summer--”

“I do!! I...still do...”

Your quick answer started the both you, but Jeongin still didn’t advance faster than what was comfortable to you. Instead, he carefully snaked his hands up and under your skirt, finding the elastic of the leggings then pulled.

His eyes blew out, enamored, seeing your bare skin, and he wetted his lips too seeing the way that your underwear had glistened with your essence. It was against your will, but you had soaked through your panties which he had swiped over a couple times accidentally, and the action itself sent an aching quiver to your untouched bud. You watched his every move has he angled his hand to ghost over the wet fabric, making you squeak from the new sensation. After, he found the band to your panties, pulling them down too.

“Wow.” He gasped, seeing the way that your bud twitched.

Jeongin dipped his fingers into your wetted folds, teasing at first.

“Woah.” He said with a little gasp. “You’re really...”

You stifled a moan with your lip, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer as his digits slicked with your arousal. “I-I know...I’ve never like, done anything like this before.”

The young boy’s thumb grazed over your clit, eliciting an immediate response, and your heels went digging into the cushion of the couch.

“This is your first time?’ He asked gently, two fingers now filling up your entrance.

The best you could, you tried to remain quiet, but the harder and deeper that he had advanced, the harder that it became. Your eyes wandered, right to the pressure he had created under his belt loops, and you wondered furiously what he would’ve felt like inside of you; if he could stretch you out, or what it would have felt to just be like that with another person.

Jeongin admired the way that your face scrunched up with a prideful little smile, and loved every minute of the way that your mouth would form airy “oh’s.”

“You like feeling my fingers inside of you? Fucking right into your wet pussy?”

His gaze held a lusty glaze seeing the way that your eyes blew out upon hearing his dirty words, and it only seemed to make him throb even harder himself.

“Y-yes...” You mewled, reaching out grabby hands to hold yourself steady on his shoulders, the other going to tug at his belt.

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you...you know...”

Jeongin rolled his body over yours, attaching his lips with yours once more just to let the words stick on your tongue. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Only-only if you want to--” You could barely get the words out feeling your thighs to shake as he coaxed your nearer and nearer with his thumb rubbing circles over your enlarged button.

“Of course I want to.” He assured you with even more kisses. “Are you sure?”

You hooked a couple of your fingers to pull out his black leather belt from its confines, muttering a tiny “yes.”

Jeongin carried out the rest of your job for you, going to quickly clink the metal of his belt away, tossing it to the cement floor haphazardly. From the boxers that he wore, there were a couple little wet stains, and the outline of his dick protruded thickly. Seeing it like this awakened something in you, something primal and feral that wanted nothing more to be connected to this boy and to have him spread you out until you could barely breathe. It was a horribly naughty thought, but as shameful as you felt, it was just as thrilling.

The boy sprung free his erect member, pink and dripping with his pearly pre-cum, and pumped at it a couple times, eyes raking over your whole body in the way that you had only ever dreamed of.

“This is actually...my first time too.”

He had said the words coolly, almost like he didn’t care at all about them, but you had assumed he had done so to keep you from worry.

“Oh fuck--” He muttered, taking his left hand to reach under your shirt once more and play with your breast roughly. “God, I can’t believe that this is happening.”

You coyly hiked up your skirt a bit higher for him to get better access, but not all the way, just as far as you could feel comfortable.

“I might’ve thought about this a couple times...” Jeongin said with a tiny smirk, then slowly dipped his hand back down to wet his fingers with your arousal, then coat it around his length. When he did so, he let out an unapologetic groan that wavered out of his mouth and filled up the room beautifully.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I feel like I heard somewhere that it can kind of hurt for you the first time?”

You nodded out quickly to let him know, finally becoming impatient enough to claw at his arms all wrapped up in that grey hoodie of his.

He leaned down one final time, kissing you over before aligning himself with your pussy, kissing down your jaw, then to your neck where he buried his head as he lead himself into you. His arms shook where he held himself up, and the two of you shuddered at the feeling at last: that euphoric, tight, unreal feeling that you shared for the first time.

You whimpered out, digging your nails into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat too.

“I-its...s-so..tight.” Jeongin barely got the words out, but merely let himself throb around your velvet walls for a moment. “Y-you okay?”

“Mmhm.” You said, barely able to get more words out than this.

Truthfully, it did hurt just a little, but not as much as you had pictured it to be, but it was more like a pressure, and it only grew heavier as you got used to him.

Jeongin started to thrust his hips slowly, even painfully so, but he maintained his pace dragging his hips over yours. He filled you up so fully it was unfathomable, and his length pressed up against your deepest spot, sending a kind of electricity through your whole body.

He settled into a rhythm, finally getting comfortable enough to return back to your mouth to slick his tongue across yours, and cradle the side of your face in his hand. You let little whimpers fade into his mouth, as he did for you, and after long, he had decided to speed up just slightly to milk himself off with your tight walls. To your surprise, he reached his hand back down to your clit to rub at it erratically. His pattern made little sense, but compared to how he had been stimulating you deep inside too, you could barely hold on.

Jeongin grunted, biting into your lip with a trace of teeth. “I-I want you to c-cum first--I can’t...I can’t--”

Before you could even understand what he had said, the young boy snapped his hips harder, eyes closed and tiny bits of sweat forming on his brow. The pads of his fingers pushed harder, and you found yourself spinning even closer to an orgasm by his hand, the thought alone was enough to fulfil your deepest fantasies.

“I want you to cum all over my dick for me, okay? Sh-shit...”

“Jeong--”

“God, you’re...fuck...” He laughed a little. “I really really like you y/n. I really...”

It was as if the words had been stolen right from his mouth, and his voice had abandoned him, but all he could do was press harder, faster, glide his hips over you rougher...

“M’ gonna--” You gasped out with your whole core tightening into a knot that was just about ready to snap. The pressure behind your clit was intense and burning, and you became light-headed nearing the brink.

All at once you came with a searing and inexplainable white heat--much more intense than you had ever felt before in your whole life, and every single muscle in your body quaked as you did so, and you threw your head back to that dusty cushion of the couch. Your eyes rolled back on their own accord, and the best that you could do to muffle your moans was throw your hand over your mouth--which was quickly removed by the young man to do the job himself.

Your thighs violently shook and you felt yourself tighten around him. He too strung out explicatives as if they were the only words that he had known. You breathed out shallow gasps into his palm, and soon he tore himself out of your walls with incessant breaths, only having to jerk himself off for a few moments before his swollen tip burst with the white strings of his cum. He continued jerking himself as such until he had nothing more to give, and his own thighs shook where he had straddled you. You could feel his warmth on your thigh and the way that it dripped and slicked with the sweat of your leg.

Jeongin’s entire face flushed with pink, and he stammered out realizing the mess that he had made all over you.

“I-I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking...I just...”

While it was a predicament, you mustered the best smile that you could for him, secretly and utterly loving the way that it felt on your bare skin.

“I’ve got...I can figure something out--”

“--Jeongin?”

His attention snapped back to you in your afterglow, and you could practically see the boy melt right then and there.

“--Don’t worry about it.”

Just as he had been before, his smile creased into a shy and awkward little line, and he could barely hold your eyes. After the initial embarrassment, he couldn’t help himself but admire you.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but I really do think that you’re perfect. If not perfect for yourself, I hope that I can show you how you are to me. You’re perfect for me. You’ve always been.”

“So have you.” You admitted to him in that cobwebbed room that held all kinds of forgotten trinkets and items.

“And thank you for giving me your letter too.” Jeongin raised the back of your hand to his lips where he placed a chaste kiss, then helped you carefully back up as to not make a mess of your skirt with the white staining your leg.

Your crush smiled, then let out a gleeful exhale, “I can’t wait for this summer.”

~🌹~

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red card - on the defensive (1)

pairing: jungkook x reader (soccer captain jjk) summary: you and jungkook run in the same circles, and yet after three years, he struggles to get your time of day. you think he’s cocky and he’s going to change your mind. word count: 5.1k warnings: cursing, alcohol/drinking (lots of it), suggestive content a/n: this story is for @cutechim, it went down in the DM’s and came to life. this is my entry into the blond jk foray!! enjoy<3

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“What should we drink?” Hana shouts over the music to you in the crowd.

“Uh… let’s do jagerbombs,” You shout back, even though you’re both relatively close to each other at the bar. You peer behind you at the group of people you’ve congregated with this afternoon, counting a total of four.

“Can I have… eight jagerbombs?” You request of the bartender, who raises his eyebrow at you.

“Why am I not surprised,” He says with a roll of his eyes, “You’re all gonna run me dry of my jager.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time it happened,” You mutter. And you’re right- it’s happened at least twice over this summer, when you and your friends made a weekly appearance to this bar. The bartender knows you and Hana by your faces at this point and you’ve jokingly asked why your usual order of jagerbombs or tequila shots aren’t ready upon arrival.

These weekly occurrences were sponsored by your job at a law firm near your university. And by sponsored, you mean that your bank account takes a minor hit on a weekly basis. Since university had let out, you’d made yourself available for as many hours as possible- after all, you needed a way to fund these days and nights out.

While juggling a summer class three days a week for three hours each day.

But you weren’t completely financially irresponsible- you drew the line… eventually. Certainly not after eight jagerbombs though (you’d stopped questioning how you could easily drop that much money on alcohol these days). At least it's summer happy hour and you’re not paying full price.

Besides, you and your friends rotate rounds. Hana will get the next one, and then one of the guys, and so on and so forth. You’d gotten two extra specially for you and Hana, but nobody needed to know that.

You love these summer days, when it’s nothing but you and your friends enjoying the breeze and the vibes of a fun afternoon (that inevitably leads to a night of more recklessness). Nothing can take the tipsy grin off of your face or the arm looped around your best friend’s shoulders, except-

Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. You don’t mind Jimin as much (mostly because of Hana, who’s been harboring a not so secret crush that is definitely bordering more on love than a simple crush on him for who knew how long). But still, when all three of them are together, you make your disdain very known and obvious. At least you think you do.

Some of the star players from your university’s soccer team, and the captain himself, Jeon Jungkook. They walk into the crowded, noisy bar as if they own the place and you can already see heads turning. You roll your eyes and tell Hana to get it together when she starts giggling and waving at Jimin.

Your eyes seem to meet the back of your skull when all three of them saunter over towards you and your friends. It’s not that you have anything against them per se, it’s that you find them as a unit quite annoying and you know of their reputations. Or, you think you know of their reputations. Maybe you’re a little judgmental. But who cares, it’s not any of their business.

Most of your perhaps misplaced vitriol is reserved for Jungkook himself and the few interactions that you’ve had over the last almost four years of being in university together. You’ve had a few general ed classes with him freshman year, but after that most of your interactions were solely at parties and any excuse to celebrate. You had mutual friends (somehow) so it was inevitable that you saw him as much as you did.

Every fiber of him annoyed you- he was cocky and arrogant… Everything you intensely disliked in a person. Hana told you that you were being mean and judgmental (not as nicely), but if it meant not dealing with this boy who got a rise out of you for no reason, then it didn’t matter. Of course, he doesn’t take up space in your mind very often. Only when you have the misfortune of running into him.

You didn’t know him, and truly, you didn’t care to. You’ll remain civil though, only if he doesn’t annoy you. Which you doubt will happen.

Jungkook can sense your iciness towards him and his friends from half a mile away, from across the bar. And the bar itself is pretty big, with an outdoor area and an outdoor dance floor, and two bars inside with tables and booths and a dance floor. Despite the space of the bar, it’s crowded with college students, young professionals, and even older corporate workers who look like they work relatively close to the bar. He knows you and your friends come here often, and if that was why he had suggested to Jimin and Tae that they also come here then that was his business.

He swallows (not nervously). You look so pretty when you laugh, he thinks. He thinks you look pretty all the time, though. He lets his eyes wander to your tight black crop top shirt with cherries printed on it and your high waisted denim shorts. Jungkook’s throat goes a little dry when his gaze reaches your thighs, but he keeps it together somehow. He doesn’t know how, considering how nice that outfit makes your tits look.

“Hey Cherries,” Jungkook says smoothly, “Flattered you got this for me.” And he plucks the jagerbomb that you paid for for yourself and downs it in less than three seconds.

Your jaw drops. The audacity of this boy.

“First of all,” You narrow your eyes, “Who the fuck is a ‘Cherries’. And second of all, I know you didn’t just drink the drink that I paid for. Right in front of my fuckin’ face.”

“That’s a funny way of asking me to buy you a drink, Cherries,” Jungkook grins, and gazes at your chest for a second too long. You roll your eyes and swat his arm.

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you. I’ll have a tequila shot, pretty boy,” You smirk at him and he smirks right back at you.

“I like a girl who knows what she wants,” Jungkook attempts, only for you to scoff.

“Congratulations,” You say flatly, “You’re lucky I’m not subjecting you to getting me two tequila shots for having to hear that line.”

“You don’t like my lines?” He’s pouty and his eyes are wide, mischief sparkling in them. You dare to think that he’s cute. Apparently all of the boys had dyed their hair blond this summer before the soccer season began and you must admit that it suits him. His hair falls over his forehead effortlessly, small hoops dangling from his ears as he smiles at you.

“Does anyone? Do your groupies?”

“Maybe I’m a little rusty…”

“Oh, I doubt that, Jungkook.”

“Well, you notice whether I have groupies or not, so maybe I’m not so rusty, Cherries,” Jungkook winks at you and you’re tempted to toss your drink at him. But that’s a precious waste of alcohol and perhaps you’re a little dramatic.

You only groan and accept the tequila shot, quickly licking your hand to place salt on and taking a wedge of lime.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks after doing the same.

“How lucky for me, that I get to do shots with our star quarterback,” You say flatly.

“That’s football, Cherries. I play soccer.”

“And I don’t care. Now, take this shot with me.”

As the afternoon blends into evening, you witness betrayal in front of your very eyes in the form of Hana inviting Jimin and his friends with you to the next bar. The ultimate betrayal.

But really, you’ve heard about those soccer boys. At least you think you have. Perhaps you know everything. Perhaps you know nothing at all.

And so the three boys follow you to the next bar as the night goes on. Nearly everyone was at least tipsy by this point, as you had all done a handful of shots following the boys’ arrival at the first bar.

You find yourself thinking that they’re not so bad, when they make you and your friends laugh easily and when being around them feels… fun.

It’s easy to blame on the alcohol and the darkness of the crowded bar. It seems like everyone is out and about, the streets filled with college students and young professionals looking to unwind and let off some steam.

You love the feeling of the music pumping through your veins, along with the swirl of alcohol. You’re not ashamed of enjoying a drink (or several) and having a good time.

Even if it almost always results in you crossing the line and being hungover the next day.

“Wanna do shots,” You suggest to your circle of friends, eyes landing on Jungkook without you meaning to. Maybe it’s a hidden challenge and he raises his eyebrows.

“Again?” Jungkook says incredulously.

“Don’t be surprised,” Jimin mutters under his breath to Jungkook, “She’s kinda crazy.”

“I’ll take that as a yes… six shots then?” You say cheerily, ignoring Jungkook’s groan. You vaguely recall that Taehyung doesn’t really drink. How considerate of you.

Hana’s arm is slung around your shoulders, a bright (drunken) smile on her face as you pass shots behind you.

The following week, on your usual day of happy hour drinking, Hana presents you with a proposition that has you gasping and gagging, nearly writhing on the floor.

“No, for your information, I do not want to pregame at the soccer house. Thanks for asking, try again later,” You say definitively, pouring Hana a drink.

“Jimin invited us! I wanna see him,” Hana complains and pouts at you, “He said they got good alcohol for the pregame-”

“Jimin invited you, because you both like each other or whatever,” You roll your eyes, “I’m content to drink here alone-”

“We both know you’ll fall asleep if I leave you alone,” Hana says flatly, “Besides, Jungkook asked if you were coming.”

“And what do I care if Jungkook asked if I was coming?” You scoff, taking a long swig of the strong drink in your red solo cup. You cringe.

“He specifically asked if Cherries was coming,” Hana says with a near maniacal grin, “Pretend all you want that you don’t like that shit. Now go wear that top with cherries on it that makes your tits look nice. Quit being difficult.”

In the end, you end up walking the four blocks to the soccer house and you wear the baby pink long sleeved crop top with cherries on it and denim shorts, much to your chagrin (and to Hana’s delight). You’ve only been here a handful of times (maybe two or three) as a freshman for parties and hadn’t been back since.

Everyone knew the soccer house was the place to party to get shitfaced. Usually, the sophomore and junior year soccer players lived in the house while senior year players moved off campus.

You don’t know who currently lives at the house, but Hana quickly fills you in. Apparently Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook lived together off campus (because of course they did).

The soccer house has been part of the campus lore for years. Allegedly, all of the craziest, most reckless things happened at the soccer house and all of the best parties were there. You and Hana never felt that way freshman and sophomore year, instead opting to party hop at the frat houses rather than the sports houses.

How the tables have turned.

“You made it!” Jimin exclaims, outstretching his arms for a hug from you. Which you (awkwardly) return. You need more alcohol to be here, you think.

“Yeah, only ‘cause Hana told me you guys got the good shit,” You say flatly. Taehyung passes a cup of something and you eye it suspiciously but ultimately take a swig of it.

“Pretty good, Tae,” You say, raising your cup to him.

“Oh, I didn’t make that. I’m only the messenger,” Taehyung shrugs with a sly grin, “Jungkook over there did.”

You turn your head, only to find Jungkook staring back at you, lips upturned in a playful grin. It makes you roll your eyes, as most of his antics do.

“Hey, Cherries,” Jungkook greets, standing next to you after a few long strides, “It only took Jimin asking you once to come here, huh? I should be offended, considering how many times I’ve asked you-”

“And when have you ever asked me to party here, Jungkook?”

He only gives you a small smile, almost shy, and it’s a stark contrast from the generally cocky aura that hangs around him. “You just don’t remember.”

You frown a little, wondering what that means. But he gives you another broad smile quickly, shaking you from your reverie. Jungkook leaves you to your devices, being pulled away by some of the younger soccer guys that you hardly recognize. Freshmen? Sophomores, maybe? They look at Jungkook and the older guys with a playful sort of reverence- it’s clear that the team is close even off of the field.

You briefly wonder what that’s like- having a group of friends like that. Hana’s always been the nicer, more outgoing one out of you both. She’s always made friends easily, with her sweet and genuine smiles. And then there��s you- you struggle to open up to others, always greeting anyone with the sting of sarcasm and holding people at arm’s length.

Sometimes, very rarely, you wonder how you and Hana mesh well together. When she could have a big group of great friends, you used to wonder if you hold her back somehow. It was stupid, and the first time you voiced your insecurity to Hana, she had smacked you upside the head and told you that you were stuck with her.

But still. You can’t help but feel burdensome sometimes. Maybe like you’re too much. Maybe not enough.

Hana pulls you out of your thoughts easily, an arm around your shoulder as she pulls you into conversation with Jimin and a few other girls.

You down about half the cup of whatever concoction Jungkook whipped up for you and tried to immerse yourself in conversation. There’s a new girl here that you don’t recognize, Sunmi. She’s a transfer and the last thing you want is for her to feel left out. So you make sure to include her in the conversation and ask her questions, too.

Jungkook is not surprised that you don’t remember how many times he’s asked you to come party at the soccer house. Granted, it’s only been a handful of times over the last three years and change. It’s not like you were a stranger- he’s known you through a few mutual classes through the years, and through Jimin, too. After all, Jimin and your best friend have had this weird on and off, together but not together thing going on since the summer before sophomore year.

Maybe one of these days, they’ll get it together. Jungkook loves Hana for Jimin and vice versa- he’s never seen either smile as much as they do around each other. If only they would just admit how much they like (love) each other and put everyone around them out of their misery.

Jungkook thinks it’s a little romantic. Being so in love with someone that labels aren’t needed. There’s something poetic about that.

But Jungkook doesn’t know why you act like you don’t know him at all. You always greet him with a near frown or a roll of your shining eyes.

He doesn’t understand but he pays it no mind, instead turning his focus to the pretty woman eyeing him from the other side of the bar with her friends.

(She’s not you, but it doesn’t matter. Jungkook pushes you to the back of his mind, instead choosing to focus on the velvet heat of the woman in his bed later that night.)

With your shift at the law firm starting at 9 AM the following morning, you decide to remain relatively sober for the night (you enjoy a good time, but you try to draw the line when you can. Though there have been times when you’ve gone to work hungover or possibly even still intoxicated. It happens every so often. You’ve never claimed to be the paradigm of a working college student.)

But also, you don’t really feel like being out tonight to begin with. You do enjoy nights like this, but you also enjoy your quiet time. And it seems like this is one of those nights.

At least someone’s having fun, you think dryly, your eyes glossing over Jimin and Hana. You do think they’d be a great match- if only either of them would make it official. This dance that they’ve been doing for years frustrates you and Hana knows it. You’ve voiced it to her many times but she always says it’s not the right time.

It makes you roll your eyes. You briefly wondered if you should host an intervention and scold Jimin for taking too long- after all, if they kept playing games like this then who’s to say one of them wouldn’t move on? But it seems like they both always gravitate to each other no matter what.

He rotates around her axis and she rotates around his. It’s sweet but Jimin still puts a sour taste in your mouth for a reason that you can’t verbalize into words.

Maybe it’s the company he keeps.

The music is loud in your ears as you dance with your group of friends, two of them in an impromptu dance off that you inevitably get dragged into. You sling your arm around Sunmi and nudge hips with her, getting her to come out of her shell a little bit and dance with her on the dance floor. She sings to the same songs as you do and gives you a bright, happy smile that you can’t help but return.

You buy a round of beers for your friends before the first yawn comes, not even at 1 AM. Hana looks at you quizzically.

You keep checking your phone for the time. Which in itself is pretty out of character for you. But you just need a recharge before the next outing…..

But you suck it up, not wanting to leave Sunmi by herself. You fight through your yawns and nurse your beer, twirling and swirling around with Sunmi.

And then you start to get hungry. Damn, you could go for some tacos right now.

“Hey,” Sunmi shouts over the music, “Wanna get food?”

“Wow, you read my mind,” You grin and chug your beer quickly. You and Sunmi both settle on the bar across the street (with the best tacos). You turn to find your friends and let them know that you’re heading across the street. Jimin and Hana both nod eagerly, Taehyung does, too.

You debate if you should ask Jungkook if he wants food- after all, it looks like he’s busy with a girl currently sending him sultry heart eyes.

“Hey, we’re going to get food. Wanna come?” You ask, “You, too.” You look at the pretty girl who looks familiar. She probably attends the same university as you and your friends.

Jungkook’s ears perk up at the mention of food, even with the girl currently standing in between his legs. She looks wary for a minute and before you can reassure her, Jungkook speaks up.

“Sure. I could go for some tacos,” Jungkook says, “Let’s get some tacos, Nari.”

“Are you sure, I mean I don’t want to impose. We can catch up later, Kook,” Nari says unsurely.

Jungkook will admit, this feels weird for a reason that he can’t place. The girl he’s trying to hook up with for the night getting tacos with the girl he might have a slight crush on.

Weird. But still, there’s no harm in just having tacos.

“Trust me, you’re not imposing, Nari. I barely even like this guy,” You joke, “I’m just a big proponent of tacos and tacos should never be eaten alone. Tell your friends too, if they wanna come.”

“Hey!”

You ignore Jungkook to reassure Nari and give her a bright smile. Nari looks at you, and then Jungkook before nodding slowly and returning your smile.

Jungkook walks Nari out with a hand at the small of her back, something you don’t miss as you chat away with Nari about anything and everything.

You even shoot Jungkook a wink when Nari isn’t looking. He groans internally- how poetic. His current crush giving him the approval of his hook up for the night (Nari knew what the deal was).

How incredibly awkward. Jungkook is capable of many things, always adapting to situations. But this is a new one and when Jimin and Taehyung catch his eye at the taco shop, they both give him a derisive smile.

Jungkook can only groan internally and eat his tacos.

Today’s Wednesday night is uneventful- Hana is with Jimin for the evening and they are likely going out with some friends. You had opted out, as you had an early shift at the law firm tomorrow morning. You’ve gone out the night before early shifts and early classes and more than half the time, you regret it the next day.

Does it mean you’ll stop those habits any time soon? Stay tuned.

But today, you just feel tired from a particularly long, difficult morning of class and your half shift that you worked until five PM. You hadn’t felt like cooking dinner (you had taken leftovers to work for lunch) and by the time you finished your homework for your natural language processing class, it was past 9 PM and your stomach was rumbling loudly.

You’ve been craving noodles, dumplings and chicken. So you place an order at the nearby restaurant by your apartment and order some extra for Hana for later or for tomorrow.

It’s only a fifteen minute walk from your apartment to the shop, and you plug your headphones in to begin your walk.

You sway on the heels of your feet as you wait for your food, saying hello to the couple who owns the small restaurant. They know you by face, from how many times you’ve been here. Your favorite comfort food (besides homemade food made by your parents) exists here. Your favorite aromas exist here and even just the smell of noodles and chicken has your tummy rumbling.

“I thought you would’ve been out,” A voice comes from your right side, “It’s the week before classes start.”

You turn your head at the voice, heart startling a bit. What in the world is Jungkook doing at your secret but not so secret restaurant?

“I could say the same for you,” You remark with a raise of your eyebrow, “I heard Jimin and Tae went out.”

You vaguely wonder if he’s still hooking up with Nari but decide it’s not your business to ask.

“Ah, well… I have work tomorrow,” Jungkook shrugs.

“Me too, they want me in at 7:30 tomorrow,” You complain, “What do I look like? A cog in the wheel that is capitalism?”

“Don’t we all?” Jungkook snorts.

“I didn’t realize you were working this summer, too. Thought you were just doing whatever soccer captains do,” You mutter, picking up your order off of the countertop.

“And what do soccer captains do, Cherries?”

“I dunno. Score touchdowns or whatever,” You shrug and laugh at the pained expression on Jungkook’s face, “And stop calling me that, Jungkook.”

“Whatever, Cherries. I’ve been working at this architecture firm as an intern. Figured it would help with post grad.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know that was your major…”

“You definitely did, I’m pretty sure I’ve told you.”

“When-” You shake your head, not wanting to argue with him, “That’s cool. I’m working at a law firm, it’s about a fifteen minute bus ride from my apartment.”

“You wanna study law? Makes sense, because you always wanna argue with me-”

“No, I don’t really know if I want to go to grad school,” You trail off, “Hey! I don’t always argue with you!”

“You’re arguing now,” He says smugly, crossing his hands across his broad chest that you definitely do not ogle at.

“Whatever, Jungkook,” You roll your eyes, “You here for classes or anything?”

“Nah, not this summer. Just work and soccer,” Jungkook replies, “Gives me lots of time for other things.” The man has the audacity to wink at you and give you a big, bunny grin. You pretend like your stomach doesn’t flutter.

You roll your eyes, again.

“How about you, Cherries? Any classes?”

“Yeah, I’m taking this natural language processing class three times a week for three hours each day-”

“Wait, you’re a comp sci major?” He asks incredulously, “Why are you working at a law firm then?”

“I’m working half as IT support and half as the intern,” You reply with a shrug, “It pays well and it’s pretty easy. Half of the IT support comes in the form of telling the lawyers to restart their computers for software updates. It’s so funny, you should see their amazed faces when all it takes is a fuckin’ restart. Makes a girl feel smart as hell.”

“Smart and pretty, huh?” Jungkook says with a crooked grin, “Where you been all my life, Cherries?”

“Shut up,” You say flatly, levelling him with a glare that only makes him smirk even wider at you.

“Cute,” He breathes with so much conviction that it almost makes you flustered. You clutch your bag of food a little tighter to ground yourself.

“Me telling you to shut up is cute?” You raise both your eyebrows, eager to shield him from the heat in your cheeks.

“Among many other things, Cherries.”

“Share with the class then…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Shut up, and why do you like calling me cherries so much,” You complain, lips jutted out in a pout, “I only wore that top once and now look. You’re referring to me as a delectable, juicy fruit. I mean I don’t blame you-”

“Cherries are my favorite,” Jungkook says, dark eyes swirling with stars. He unnerves you with his raw honesty and sincerity and he lets the implication of his words hang in between you both, your eyes wide by his statement.

“Well, your taste is questionable because mangoes are very obviously superior-”

You both share a laugh and you’re pleasantly surprised by how the silence that comfortably falls isn’t awkward when you deflect. His name is called shortly after, breaking his intense stare.

You let out a huff, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“Hey, I’ll drive you home,” Jungkook says, pushing the door open for you to exit the shop.

“You have a car on campus?” You say, unable to hold back the awe in your voice, “That’s awesome. And uh, no, I mean, you really don’t have to, it’s only a fifteen minute walk-”

“It’s a two minute ride,” Jungkook says, “But I mean, if you’re not comfortable, I get it-”

“No, it’s not that,” You say honestly, “I just don’t want to inconvenience you-”

“You’re not, it’s a two minute ride. Now get in,” Jungkook says reassuringly, opening the passenger side door for you. He puts his own bags of food in the backseat before getting into the driver’s side.

You’ve never really been alone with Jungkook, but for some reason it doesn’t feel that strange. It’s easy to keep conversation (really, it’s banter) flowing with him- as if you’ve been friends for the entirety of the last few years of college. As if you hadn’t spent nearly every waking moment thinking of him a certain way.

He’s easy to talk to. It unnerves you, but you roll with it.

“You should come to a practice one of these days,” Jungkook murmurs. You raise an eyebrow. Why would he ask you to come to one of his soccer practices when you had only just started an acquaintance-ship? Isn’t that crossing some sort of friendship line that you both hadn’t approached yet.

It’s months later when you realize that everything Jungkook does and says is because of his kind, golden heart. He’s such a genuine person, sincerity always dripping from his warm, brown eyes. Everything he does, he does with love.

“Thanks for driving me home, Jungkook,” You murmur with a small smile. It makes his heart sputter in his chest and he easily returns it. “Text me when you get home?”

“If you wanted my number, all you had to do was ask. Cherries,” Jungkook says smugly and you gasp, affronted. “Text me when you get inside your place.”

“That’s not- I didn’t-” You stammer, sighing, “I already have your number, stupid.”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” You mutter, cheeks blazing as you hurry to get out of his car. Which coincidentally smells just like him. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“‘Night, Cherry.”

You roll your eyes but give him a small wave and a smile before entering your building.

cherries: I’m inside. Drive safe jungkook: you worried about me? cherries: no im worried about your nice car jungkook: uh huh… gonna leave now, text you when i get home? cherries: 👍🏾

It’s about three minutes later (you barely even have time to wash your hands and change into pajamas) before your phone lights up again.

jungkook: im home cherries: me too jungkook: wow you’re funny cherries: pretty and smart too, according to you jungkook: well i wasnt lying 😍 cherries: Uh huhhhhh

You put your phone to the side to put some of the food on your plate, your stomach still rumbling. You turn on the anime you’re currently watching and get cozy on the couch with a glass of wine.

And in the middle of your late dinner, your wine and your show, your phone lights up with texts from Jungkook. It surprises you that he holds the conversation even when you had given him such a dull response. Isn’t he tired of texting you by now?

He keeps you company through your dinner and you barely are even paying attention to the anime you’re watching, only giggling to yourself over Jungkook’s silly texts-

cherries: you’re so distracting, couldnt even finish this episode of fruits basket jungkook: cute cherries: i cant tell u if its cute, i barely watched it bc of you jungkook: no i meant u. Ur cute

Five seconds go by. Then ten. Your face is heated- you’re glad he can’t see you. Maybe you’ll reciprocate someday. But today is not that day.

cherries: shut up

tags: @kookdbean

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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A Bench And Piece of Parchment’s Length Away

requested: yess

Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!Fem!reader (i just noticed you hadn't specified fem! or not in your request so you’d like me to change it please let me know ill be more than happy to do it!!)

Summary: Cedric likes Y/n, a lot. But every time he tries to talk to her the universe just seems to have other plans, maybe this time he's found a loophole...

Warnings: mentions of vomiting

Word count: 2571 (i got a tad carried away)

This one is sO cute I really love this one, thank you for requesting

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The first time Cedric tried asking you out didn’t go over so smoothly. It had been a month or so before the Yule Ball and he needed a date, naturally you were first to come to mind. The Hufflepuff had harbored an intense, often even painful, crush on you ever since McGonagall pulled you up in front of the transfiguration class as a ‘model student’. That was third year, now halfway into his sixth, he had to do something about his feelings.

You were sitting with Cho Chang, a housemate of yours, and he couldn’t help but think obviously the universe wanted this to happen because why else would you be sitting, practically alone, just waiting for him to come sweep you off your feet.

He had gotten a bit too cocky.

It was on his way to you, stepping with the utmost swagger, that he noticed Lee Jordan also seemed to be sauntering in your direction and he was significantly closer than Cedric was. Suddenly his walk seemed to lose all of its swagger and he picked up his pace, glaring at the Gryffindor.

Cedric still had hope when Lee reached you first, maybe he wasn’t going to ask you to the ba-

Why were you smiling?

You were being polite right? That’s it you were just polite, he still had his chance.

Not nodding, why have you started to nod your head?

Cedric knew he should’ve turned around but he just couldn’t, his feet wouldn’t let him. His was within earshot now and people had noticed him, he couldn't just turn around now.

“-love to go with you Lee.”

Oh how he wished he’d just disappear, transfigure into a leaf or something and get carried away by the wind.

And Merlin, now you're turning to look at him

Think Cedric

Thin-

“Cho!” He all but shouted, gaining the attention of not only you and Lee, but also anyone else within a five foot radius.

“Cedric, you alright?” Cho smiled up at him kindly.

That was how he ended up asking Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. He felt terrible about it, really, Cho was beautiful, and she was smart, and kind, but she just wasn’t you. Cedric had rushed away from the scene so fast, rather embarrassed, he failed to notice the way your mood had dropped and the look Cho gave you after Lee had left.

From that point on he was sure talking to you just wasn’t meant to be, now preferring to watch you from the sidelines. It was a rough week for him following the Yule Ball when Lee seemed to always be just right beside you, luckily Cedric hadn’t had to endure it long.

It was a sunny Wednesday, rather warm, when he got his bright idea. He and his group of friends had been lounging, quite ungracefully, at a bench in the courtyard. It was only when you walked over to them that he popped looking a bit disheveled, his robes a tad askew.

“Hey Y/n.” He put on his most charming smile.

You met his eyes and Cedric swore you grew more beautiful by the day.

“Hi Cedric, sorry to bother but I left my book under the bench yesterday. I just wanted to grab it and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Cedric realized what had happened immediately. They had sat on your bench, well not yours, but there was an unspoken agreement between you and your friends that this bench was the bench you’d all meet at and now he had parked his own behind on it.

“Oh, oh, right.” He was quick to reach down and grab your book scolding himself in the process. He should’ve known it was your book, let alone your bench, he had only watched you sit on it and keep your book under for picking it up on your way to class the next day (lightens the load he presumes) for months now.

He handed you the book and it seemed as if a lightbulb went off. You left your book here, in the courtyard, it was perfect.

Cedric was up, probably most of the night, writing his letter to you. His dorm mates having retired with grunted goodnights, not really caring who he was sending what seemed like a novel of a letter to.

Three broken quills, five pieces of parchment thrown in the rubbish bin, and one ink bottle spill later...he was done. He sealed it carefully and placed it under his pillow hoping he’d catch at least a few hours of sleep before lessons in the morning.

It was like clockwork really. He made sure his friends avoided the bench, watched as you strutted your way to the bench, met with your friends before your next lesson, and just before leaving, you hid your book behind one of the thick legs of the bench.

Perfect

He told his friends to go on without him, he’d dropped something and he’d be just a moment. His look around your bench with a feigned expression of curiosity and frustration was enough for his friends to believe what he was saying, or they didn’t have the heart to tell him he wasn’t that great of an actor. Either way, they let him be.

Cedric worked quickly, he pulled out the book from its hiding spot with a small smile, he’d make sure to hold your books for you when (he was certain it was destined) you fell in love with him. He tucked his letter behind the front cover and placed it back into its spot, waiting for you to come grab it in the morning on your way to History of Magic.

This morning had been rough for you, your tie did not want to cooperate and now sat crooked enough to drive you mad, and to make matters worse you were late to your History of Magic class. You had grabbed your textbook from under the bench, it was thick and you always hated carrying it hence, the bench, and grumbled your way to class. Upon arrival you were regretfully informed of your five minutes of absence, luckily Professor Binns was feeling generous and let you off with a warning.

You plopped down into your seat and threw open the cover of your book with some dramatics, but you weren’t expecting the book to retaliate and spit an envelope into your lap. Professor Binns assigned reading from the textbook and you were quick to get it done before you examined the letter further.

The front of the envelope was bare, not a scratch of ink present which only ignited your curiosity. Fumbling, you finally got it open without drawing any attention to yourself and unfolded the letter. The handwriting was neat, uniform, and without a doubt, belonging to a boy.

Dear Y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well, and Merlin I hope it doesn’t rain or else this would be a mess. If everything has worked in my favor, and I pray it does, and you are reading this then I would like you to know how incredibly captivating I find you. You’re quite the sight, I must say, but more than that you are kind and witty. You are smart and confident, in the best, most attractive way possible.

I’ve watched you a lot, wait, no that sounds awfully creepy. I swear I’m not some old prat, or one of the professors. What I was meaning to say was that I’ve admired your beauty from afar for quite some time and it seems as though anytime I try to talk to you face to face things never seem to go as I’ve planned them, so I’m hoping this letter is a bit like a loophole.

Regardless, beauty, grace, and brains like yours deserve to be not only noticed, but complimented. And with the barrier of this parchment, I am not as nervous to tell you, but I’ve fallen in love with you, all of you. I do hope one day I’d be able to hear the same confession fall from your lips in my direction.

All my love,

Badger

Suddenly, your morning wasn’t so bad. Your stomach felt very airy and your face hot, you looked around to make sure no one had noticed just how flustered you became. Luckily, no one did and you were able to put the note into your bag discreetly, just before class was over.

On your way to your next class you thought about who it could be, Badger, what an awfully unique name to go by. The gears in your brain start to turn, it had to be a clue, but what did badger have anything to do-

Hufflepuff.

Your secret admirer was obviously a Hufflepuff and your heart leaped at the idea of it possibly being Cedric Diggory. You had strategically picked the bench where your friends meet you to be the one closest to where he and his friends would usually hang out. Of course you two had talked on a few occasions but he always seemed a bit reserved around you, a flirty remark or two (if you were lucky) and that was it so clearly it couldn’t be him. But oh how a girl could hope.

The next few weeks went on the same way, every Wednesday you’d get your book in the morning and you’d find a letter in it. Each one having a small clue as to who it was, the first one being the pen name Badger, next it was ‘...my family is quite small, just me and my parents…’ , then you got ‘...you’re my lucky charm, you know? If I see you in the stands during a quidditch game, I just know we’ll win…” , the last letter, however, was the reason you were so quick to get to your book today.

“...I’ve decided to just go for it Y/n, I can’t stand not being able to talk to you face to face any longer. In the next letter find my name...”

He had put his name in this letter and you were more than excited to see who it was. You had tried to pay attention, really you had, but the person was just far too sneaky.

And Cedric was proud of it. He had watched you open each letter at the bench, every Wednesday, for the last few weeks. He had gotten very good at hiding the letter in your textbook, some days he’d levitate it into the book, other times he’d bribe some first year to slip in his letter while he watched from afar.

He was tired of being so far, finally deciding to just go for it, but his stomach couldn’t handle watching you rush to today’s letter and open it far quicker than he's ever seen you open one. Cedric was nauseous with nerves as he quickly rushed to his next class, mumbling out an excuse of having to ask his professor about something.

You tore open the envelope, no time for sentiments now when the name of your secret admirer was just beneath your fingertips.

Dear y/n,

neRve wracking, isn’t It? if You happen to miraCulously harbour an ounce of the feelings i dO for you, meet me at this benCh tonight duRing dinner. if you fail to show, I complEtely understand and will hold nothinG against you, please don’t feel obliGated to do anything for me.

all my love,

baDger

Of course he wouldn’t make it easy, now forcing you to wait until you could get a piece of parchment out to write out all the letters, undoubtedly they also happen to be in the wrong order.

Professor Binns was as monotone as always, his lecture droning on so you found it an opportune time to find out who this mystery man was.

D R I Y C O C R I E G G D

You huffed, quill ready to decipher the letters that just had to be out of order.

GREG YIRDCOCD

Your hand was quick to scratch that one out.

EGGY CODDIRRC

Well that can’t be right

A quiet groan passed through your lips as you set you quill down, eyes going over the letters again. You looked around subtly before you decided to try your luck, it seemed like it would fit.

CEDRIC

You paused, there was no way it would work.

DIGGORY

It fit stupidly well, Hufflepuff, quidditch, only child, stupidly charming and boyish handwriting. The only part not making sense was that they were to you. Of all people he was writing to you. The gasp left your lips and it was far too loud to go unnoticed by the class.

“Sorry, sorry. I just… get really… into the lesson.” You said awkwardly, Professor Binns not buying it but he couldn’t find it in him to really care all that much.

You shrunk back into your seat, hands getting sweaty. You were meeting him… tonight.

The air was brisk as you made your way to the courtyard, you chewed at your bottom lip as you thought about Cedric Diggory sitting there waiting for you. The negative thoughts were being pushed away, he just wasn’t the type to play a prank this mean...was he? Or maybe it wasn’t him at all, those twins have been rather quiet lately.

The thoughts seemed to dissipate as you saw him, you were still a few pillars away and he was sitting on the bench looking at the grass so he hadn’t seen you yet. He was wringing his hands together as his knee bounced, he was nervous. The notion made your heart flutter and a small smile appear on your lips, but fueling you with confidence as you walked closer to him.

Cedric was beyond nervous, and if you didn’t show up within the next ten minutes he was sure that he was going to puke into the bushed to his right. Fortunately for him, he lifted his head to see you walking toward him, a beaming smile on your face and just like that, maybe he didn’t need to be so nervous after all.

“Y/n, you cam-” He was cut off, really glad he hadn’t gotten sick.

Once you reached him, overcome with the feeling of not wanting to be so far anymore, you pulled his head down low enough for you to kiss him. Cedric was quick to act, having been waiting for this moment for a while now, and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. With no room left between the two of you, Cedric deepened the kiss as he felt your hands run through his hair and tug at the ends. And he for sure thought he was dreaming when he pulled away, reluctantly himself, and watched as your lips trailed after his. He couldn’t help but lean back in, capturing your lips again in another kiss before pulling away.

“I love you, Ced.” Your words were whispered with a smile and his brain went fuzzy.

He smiled big, eyes crinkling as he looked at you, lips swollen, and breathing just a tad quicker than normal.

“Well, thank Merlin for that or else you would’ve been sending very mixed signals, darling.”

His hand came up to brush some hair away from your face as you laughed.

“I am completely, irrevocably, in love with you, Y/n.”

#Cedric Diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x ravenclaw #Harry Potter imagines

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let-me-luve-you · 3 years

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T-Shirt Quilts

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: Every year the SPN crew does Secret Santa and this year you get your best friends name.

Warnings: Secret feelings, fluff, if there is angst you have to squint to see it i think

Word Count: 2,190

@spnchristmasbingo

MASTERLIST

SPN CHRISTMAS BINGO

You watched as Jessica, a PA, walked around carrying a basket with names on paper for the annual Secret Santa. You’ve been working on the set of Supernatural for a few months. You still didn’t know everyone so you were hoping you got someone you knew.

Secretly you hoped it was Jared. You’ve had a huge crush on him since you guest starred last year on two episodes. You stayed in touch between your days on set last season to when you started a full time role this season. It helped that you both live in Austin. Jared quickly became your best friend over the months, but you still harbored those feelings.

Jessica walked up to you and smiled at you. ”Once you draw, let me know who you got so I can write it down. And don’t worry, us PAs have different bowls. My name is in another one.”

You smiled at her and reached into the bowl. You picked up a piece of paper and opened it.

“I got myself?” You looked up at Jessica who was laughing.

“Put it back and draw again.” She said as her laughter died out. She held the bowl up to you once again. You put your hand back in the bowl and grabbed another paper.

You kept your face neutral as you read the name quietly to Jessica since the person you got was a few feet away. “Jared. I got Jared.” You smiled at Jessica as she smirked while writing his name down. Your heart was racing because you wanted to get him something special. More special than what you already have stored in your closet back in Austin.

Jared walked over to the both of you. Jessica smiled at him.

“Jared, have you drawn for the Secret Santa?” Jessica asked holding up the bowl. Jared shook his head. He reached into the bowl and smirked as he read the name. He turned to show Jessica and she smirked again as she was writing. “Well you guys have fun shooting your next scene. I’m off the rest of the day.”

“Bye Jessica. Merry Christmas.” Jared said. You smiled and hugged her as you wished her safe travels. Jared turned to look at you. “I have a few hours until I have to film again and I know for a fact you are here way to early since you are doing evening shoots. So would you like to accompany me to a movie and a nap in my trailer?” You laughed and nodded your head.

That weekend you were walking around shops trying to get an idea for Jared when you walked past a craft store. You walked in just to see what they had. As you walked further into the store, you saw all the quilt supplies hanging on a wall and laying on shelves. An older woman approached you.

“Hello dear, are you looking to make a quilt or are you looking to have one made?” She asked.

“Um… I’m not sure.” You replied honestly. “I don’t even know what pattern I would want.”

“Well let me just tell you more about what we do here so you can decide if you would like one. Holidays are coming up and it would be a lovely gift.” She led you towards the table that had a pamphlet on it. “We do patterns, we do quilt square patterns, and we do t-shirt quilts.”

“What are t-shirt quilts?” You asked genuinely confused.

“They are quilts made out of t-shirts. We cut the shirt into a square and then we put them together like a quilt square pattern. And if you don’t have enough t-shirts to fill a complete quilt, you can add some fabric.”

You thought about all the Always Keep Fighting shirts Jared had given you over the summer. A few from every campaign he had done. Plus you had other Supernatural shirts based off of Sam you could add. “I think you just helped me figure out my Christmas gift for a friend. How long does it take you to make the quilt?”

Normally it would take us a while, but with the holiday season, we would have it done in a week.” She replied happily that she might have made a sale.

“And what time do you close? I have some shirts I would like to turn into a quilt.” You said. “Do you do weighted quilts?”

“We do. It will cost you extra though.” She said. “And we close at nine tonight.”

You smiled at her. You told her you would be back in a bit. Just had to run home to grab the shirts. She smiled and said she would be here to help you when you got back.

You almost ran to your car to hurry. Jared was due to be at your apartment later that evening when you finished shopping. You didn’t want to risk him seeing you home and think it’s okay to come over. You ran into your room once you unlocked your apartment. Quickly opening your dresser, you grabbed one of each campaign. Then you went to the closet to grab the Supernatural shirt. You locked your apartment and rushed back to the shop.

“I’m back.” You said smiling. Linda, the kind lady that helped you earlier led you to the quilting room to design the front of the quilt. After aligning the shirts how you wanted them, she led you to the fabric section to select something for the back. You smiled when you saw a plaid design that just screamed Sam Winchester. “I really like this. It matches the person who is getting this.”

Linda smiled at you as she saw your eyes light up thinking about the quilt and the person it was going to. “This will be a big quilt. Probably around six feet.”

“That’s perfect. The guy I’m getting this for is 6’4.” You said with a laugh.

“I’m sure he will love it. I will give you a call when it is done.” Linda said. You smiled at her and left the store.

Two weeks later you were carrying your wrapped box into the building where the SPN Christmas party was being held. You discarded your present and walked towards Jensen.

“Hiya Jay!” You said. He turned and smiled at you. He wrapped you in a big hug.

“How’s my girl tonight?” He asked as he pulled away.

“I’m doing good. How are you? Ready to see the family?” You asked back.

“Better now that you're here.” You both laughed. “Of course I’m ready to see the family. It’s been a long week. Just glad I get to spend a few weeks with them without any interruptions.”

“I bet. I can’t wait to come see them on Christmas. I miss the little ones.” You said. You jumped as arms wrapped around you from behind.

You relaxed when you heard, “I miss them too. I’m spoiling them. Nearly all the presents under my tree are for them.” Jared said.

“Dang it Jared, I told you not to buy them anything.” Jensen said annoyed. But you noticed he wasn’t too annoyed based off the smile on his face.

“Okay guys. We have the presents to hand out, so please grab a seat.” You heard of the sound system, which stopped Jared from replying to Jensen.

Presents were being handed out by the PAs that did the drawings. Jessica handed you and Jared presents with a smirk before she turned to Jensen and handed him his.

Jared laughed as he felt how heavy his was. “Someone went all out this year. Or I got bricks. Not sure.” Jensen laughed in response.

You noticed Jared was side eyeing you as you were side eyeing him. You were nervous to see his reaction. When given the signal to open the gifts, you slowly opened yours as you also watched Jared. Jared ripped into the present. He pulled the quilt out and stood up to unfold it so he could observe the whole thing.

“Oh my gosh.” You heard him whisper. You looked up to see tears in his eyes. Jensen looked up when he heard his best friend.

“What is it?” Jensen asked. Jared turned the quilt so Jensen could see the Always Keep Fighting shirts lining the front. “Looks like there’s a note with it.”

Whenever anxiety gets the worst of you, remember to Always Keep Fighting. This is your fighting blanket. It is a 20 pound weighted quilt to help you calm down when you feel like you’re out of control. Thank you for being the best role model for people around you and the people around the world. You deserve the world Jared. AKF

Jared read the note out loud. Jensen smiled and started tearing up too. He knew the battles Jared had and he was touched by the person who gave Jared this gift.

You smiled at the two of the gushing over the quilt. You finally turned towards your gift and opened it. You pulled out a photo album. It had a picture of you, Jared, Jensen, Misha, and Alex on the cover. You flicked through the pictures. Some were cellphone pictures of you with the crew and cast, some were behind the scenes photos taken by the on set photographer, and some were from conventions. Each page had a quote on it and each quote related to the photos on those pages. You were amazed by the work someone put into your gift.

As you continued to look through the photos. Jensen and Jared smiled at you. Jared noticed your tears building and sat by you to look through the picture with you. He was surprised you hadn’t noticed his handwriting yet.

“This year we decided to let each other know their Secret Santa now instead of waiting a few days. So please go find your person.” Bob announced over the system.

You looked at Jared as he looked at you.

“Do you like it?” Jared asked.

“I love it. This gift is beautiful. Did you do this?” You asked him. He nodded his head. You smiled bigger. “I will cherish it forever. Thank you.”

“Did you see the last couple of pages?” You shook your head no and Jared flipped to the pages for you. You noticed the majority of them from your time during the summer with him. Some you didn’t recognize. You smiled as you thought these were pictures Jared snuck of you.

“You really are amazing Jared, thank you.” You said giving him a hug. Letting it go on longer than normal.

“Did you get me the quilt?” He asked. You nodded. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. What made you think to do that.”

“Was shopping around and Linda, the one who made it, gave me the idea.” You said. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I didn’t figure you would want a blanket for Christmas.”

“Are you kidding me? This is the best. I love it. I’m going to use it all the time. Why make it weighted though?”

“Weighted blankets are supposed to help when you feel anxious. It’s supposed to help make you feel grounded. Figure you would need that when things get overwhelming.” You said. Jared smiled at you.

Little to yours and Jared’s knowledge, you were being watched by everyone. They had set you guys up to get each other. Hoping you would both admit your feelings to one another.

“Y/N, can I tell you something.” You nodded at the taller man.”Seeing this blanket and seeing how much thought you put into it makes me have to tell you this today. I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Okay. What is it?” You asked.

“I like you Y/N. I have since you guest starred.” He said nervously.

“Well I wish you would have said something sooner, because I feel the same.” You said back.

“Really?” You nodded. “Since you guest starred?” You nodded once again. “You could have said something too, you know.” You laughed and leaned towards him. Jared pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in. His lips just hovering over yours. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes.” You whispered so quietly, Jared wasn’t sure he heard you. He leaned forward and finally connected your lips in a soft kiss.

The room erupted in cheers. You both pulled away, remembering your surroundings.

“About time you two.” Jensen said. “If all we had to do was make you secret Santa partners, we should have done that a long time ago.”

“You guys planned this?” You asked.

Jensen nodded, “Yeah. I was the one that mentioned it because I was sick of hearing about your feelings for one another but neither of you telling each other.

Jared laughed as he pulled you closer, as everyone else went back to their conversations. Jensen silently watched his best friend and someone who is becoming like a sister to him.

“I’m kind of embarrassed.” You whispered to Jared.

“Don't be.” He said looking you in the eyes. He gently grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his. “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

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My Lordsona’s letters, diary entries, and journal entry in Mother Miranda’s Lab.

I remembered that in each of the lords’ areas, there tends to be letters/journal entries/notes that are either about them or that they wrote themselves in addition to what Mother Miranda wrote about each one in her lab. I thought it would be fun to make some for my lordsona as a way to add additional information (including what could have lead to getting a cadou in the first place, because I don’t think those are given out so freely).

There is mentions of @artistcaptainbendy‘s lordsona Bendypants and their OC Benjamin.

TW: Mentions of gore

(All journal entries located in personal studio in the gallery. Some would hold clues to solving certain puzzles.)

Journal 1

May 3rd, 1968

(page 1)

I would rather swim in Moreau’s lake and be subjected to whatever goes on in Donna’s estate than give another art lesson to Alcina’s girls. She hoped I could cultivate some talent in the three of them, and there was some promise in both Cassandra and Daniela. Bela seemed disinterested and wanted to go to the piano instead. There was some frustration over the past few weeks and it made me thankful I’m their ‘aunt’ or else it wouldn’t have ended well for me.

Weeks later, they presented me with some abominable displays. That one ‘statue’ looked like one of the maids... or what was left of the poor woman. And I doubt that was red paint used on that canvas.

I don’t mind speaking with Alcina herself once in awhile when I want a bit of class and elegance. There’s certainly no denying her sense of taste in decor and her collection of artwork is incredible. But her daughters are too much for me and I don’t agree on her views of all men. She certainly never met my father or my...

(page 2)

Father....

Sorry, I got lost in my memories there for a bit. Tomorrow I am meeting with some of the village children and will give them an art lesson. They are more of a delight compared to those poor excuses for children in that castle.

They admire the other lords, but its possibly for the best that they aren’t allowed to get too close to them.

Reminder to self: Check to see if the Duke has any works of art to add to the gallery when he comes back.

Journal 2

September 2nd 1975

(Page 1)

It appears I finally have a new security guard. The bastard and a friend of his thought he could sneak into MY gallery and steal a painting that I said would cost a fortune. They fell victim to the Escher trap (clearly they didn’t pay attention to his surroundings) and the painting was destroyed.

All that trouble for a Van Gough replica that’d be worth not even a fraction of the true painting.

But then again, what should I have expected from the son of the drunkard who nearly paralyzed me for life with a bullet to the spine and sent me into Mother Miranda?

The man was completely brain dead. The friend was a bloodied mess, but I stitched his arms to the thief, added some details of my own, did a bit of fixing up, and used a Cadou. He’s dull as a rock and doesn’t recall his past life, but he’ll be good at protecting my gallery from other idiots.

I call him David after the famous statue.

September 5th, 1975

(Page 2)

Unsurprisingly, Heisenberg thought my creation was, and I quote ‘a hunk of shit and dumbassery mixed together’ and said he could have done so much better. Unlike him, MY creations ARE true works of art. Of course I’m not interested in getting into an argument with him as he enjoys doing so with Alcina.

I brought David to someone else who’d be fascinated with him. Bendypants seemed intrigued and wondered if I could lend David to them to help build a set.

I’m deeply disturbed that I’ve sunk as low as the others. I didn’t think I’d actually use a cadou but I try to tell myself that what I’ve done was a fitting punishment. Besides, it keeps Mother Miranda off my back for a bit.

Note to self: Need to do something about the additional arms on David. They don’t look like they are as secure as I would like them to be.

October 10th, 1975

(Page 3)

It turns out David developed a soft spot for Benjamin. As in Bendypants’ favorite lycan. He’s been looking at him like a girl harboring a secret crush.

That was.... rather unexpected. I guess David isn’t as dull as I thought. I need to keep an eye on him in case he remembers anything about his former life.

Journal 3

January 20th, 2004

(Page 1)

Karl is crude and a bit much at times. But there’s no denying that he’s rather handsome and I finally was able to convince him to pose for some sketches for a painting after all these years. It took the finest bottle of whiskey the Duke had on hand to convince him.

Bendypants will be so envious of me. They too have a certain soft spot for our fellow lord. Perhaps I can gift them with a replica painting as a present in the future.

I admire that Heisenberg doesn’t bother putting on airs like Alcina and his.... extraverted nature is a breath of fresh air. However the whiskey caused him to spill something rather concerning. He seemed unusually interested in my family’s plot of land in the graveyard.

I’m very concerned about what his intentions are.

(Page 2)

I just paid the gravekeeper to unearth the remains of my family so I can burn them and bury them under the oak tree.

I am NOT letting any of the lords use my family’s remains for whatever they are planning.

March 15th, 2010

(Page 3)

Bendypants invited me to one of their plays. It was ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream.’ It was a delight and helped me take my mind off things. The idea of making some of the characters not quite fit into certain norms that are expected in the village would have made Mother Miranda squirm.

I showed them that painting of Ophelia drowning when we discussed Shakespeare the next day. Sometimes I wonder why the cadou didn’t make me lose my mind like Ophelia–would I have been happier without my sanity in the village, amongst the others? At least I wouldn’t have been aware of what sins I would be committing across the years.

I have deeply cherished my friendship with them. They were there at the funerals for each family member of mine who died. Their condolences were honest compared to the other lords and those who were trying to kiss up to me. Like me, they too have somehow defied time’s cruelty to the body, and have known the loss of a loved one.

(Page 4)

The children are the only others in the village that I am fond of and would protect. Such innocence to the violence hidden in the corners. Sometimes I wish to give into the desire of motherhood, but that would have been the greatest pain I could experience....

(letter hidden in Lord Bendypants’ theater)

Dearest B,

Regardless of what Miranda tells us lords, you are the only true family I have left in this forsaken village. I would have never imagined that wild, mud covered child of the woods would be the one person I could trust.

That woman never was and will NEVER be my mother. Regardless of what she gave to me, I had to watch my family succumb to old age and sickness while I still remain as I am–a Venus forever frozen in youth and beauty. I hope she burns in hell for her sins and for what she has turned me into across the years.

I suspect that whatever she wants with the infant she kept mentioning is not going to end well for us or the village. She is charismatic, but her lack of true warmth makes me uneasy. I get the feeling that death is certain, but as to who for is not clear yet. I have two requests for you if my suspicions are correct.

First, I am going to see if I can hide any children I can find. They were one of the few things that made me happy here and do not deserve whatever Miranda has planned, so I shall sneak them in a room within my gallery. Please do not let any of your lycans harm the children or attack me tomorrow night. Should things go according to plan, they will be able to have the true freedom that was denied to all of us.

Secondly, should I perish from whatever Miranda has in store, retrieve my body, burn it, and bury it under THAT oak tree where I placed the ashes of my family. I think I finally know for sure who was getting into the graves lately, but I will be damned if I let that asshole take my body too.

I will never forget our times together, or the visits to your wonderful theater. Thank you for being there when I needed it the most.

Your friend,

-R

(Journal in Miranda’s lab)

Subject Name: _______ Rose

Cadou Affinity: Somewhat Favorable

Brain Function: Normal

Subject’s spinal chord was damaged by a gunshot wound three days before procedure. Subject has regained full mobility after cadou implantation. Six horn like protrusions have grown out of subject’s skull, yet subject hasn’t suffered any damage to the brain.

Subject’s arms mutate into an armor and bone fragments extend out of limbs like thorns that are strong enough to tear through flesh when provoked. These abilities are somewhat similar to Alcina’s but pales in comparison to what she is capable of.

Insect-like wings extend right out of subject’s backside when the subject wills them to, yet immense pain makes this a rarity. The placement of the wings is exactly where a small piece of cadou was implanted to repair the damaged spine. Additional procedures were required to ensure that the subject could not be able to fly beyond the village borders.

Further mutation turns the subject into something resembling a fae, yet behaves and moves like an insect. However it takes the subject four hours to change back. Subject also becomes predatory in this state.

An unfit vessel for Eva.

#resident evil #resident evil village #lordsona #tornrose24 #tw gore #something to do for fun and add to lore of lordsona

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The Perfect Book & Holiday Movie Pairings

It’s the most magical time of year...when we all gather round and watch holiday movies! 🎄 Whether your favorite holiday is a romantic comedy of mistaken identity or an animated film, we have the perfect book recommendation for when the credits roll.

We recommend grabbing some hot chocolate and cookies and finding the perfect book and movie combo to start this season off right!

Last Christmas: Read The Music of What Happens

No spoilers about Last Christmas, but don’t worry––although we’ve paired it with The Music of What Happens by Bill Konigsberg, this book does not have quite the same twist ending as the movie. In Last Christmas, Kate is struggling with where her life is going while working as an elf in a Christmas store. But when she meets Tom, her life takes a new turn. The same can be said for Max and Jordan, two complete opposites who are both harboring secrets...but whose lives both change when they are tasked with running a failing food truck together.

Klaus: Read Call Down the Hawk

We’re not exactly saying that Ronan Lynch is Santa Claus, but we’re also not NOT saying it. Seriously though, think about it. In Klaus, Klaus is a reclusive toymaker who lives up on the mountain alone, whose imagination allows him to create incredible toys. In Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater, Ronan is living on his own at the Barns, dreaming up fantastical––and sometimes dangerous––dreams that he brings to reality. Does this mean that Declan Lynch is basically Jesper, the mailman who drags Klaus out of reclusion? Well. Can’t say it’s too far off...

A Christmas Prince: Read The Impostors Series

Intrigue? Deceit? An undercover investigation? This sounds like both A Christmas Prince AND the Impostors series by Scott Westerfeld! In the movie, a reporter goes undercover as a tutor to get the scoop on a prince, but ends up falling in love as she’s tangled up in royal intrigue. In Impostors, Frey is tasked with impersonating her twin sister Rafi in a precarious deal––but starts to become close with the son of the enemy.

The Spirit of Christmas: Read The City of Ghosts Series

Are ghosts festive? We sure think so! The Spirit of Christmas and the City of Ghosts series by Victoria Schwab are all about helping spirits find the closure they need to move on. In The Spirit of Christmas, Kate has three weeks to sell a haunted bed and breakfast––but the spirit who lives there won’t back down without a fight. In the City of Ghosts series, Cassidy Blake can see through the veil that separates the living from the dead and joins her parents filming a TV show in the most haunted cities in the world. She soon discovers that her gift can be used to help spirits move on.

Noelle: Read I Love You So Mochi

Noelle is the latest holiday movie from Disney+, where the Claus family has passed down the Santa Claus tradition for generations––but when the latest Santa in the family, Noelle’s brother Nick, has an identity crisis and flees days before Christmas, Noelle must track him down. This movie is about finding yourself and chasing your passion, which is exactly what Kimi must do in I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn––when she and her mother get into an epic fight about her love for fashion, Kimi spends her spring break in Japan with her estranged grandparents trying to figure what, and who, she wants to be.

Let it Snow: Read Snow in Love

If you love holiday stories that tell multiple stories in one, then Let it Snow and Snow in Love are the perfect holiday treats for you! In Let it Snow, a snowstorm on Christmas eve brings a group of high school students together––their separate stories, friendships, and love lies soon collide. Snow in Love is a series of short holiday stories from Melissa De La Cruz, Nic Stone, Aimee Friedman, and Kasie West about everything from a Hanukkah miracle to a holiday scavenger hunt!

The Princess Switch: Read Technically, You Started It

Mistaken identity and hijinks abound in both The Princess Switch and Technically, You Started It by Lana Wood Johnson! The Princess Switch is about a Chicago baker who, when competing in a Christmas baking competition in Belgravia, finds out that the prince’s fiancée looks exactly like her––so they switch lives for two days. There are no doppelgängers in Technically, You Started It, but there are two cousins BOTH named Martin Nathaniel Munroe II...so when one of them texts Haley, she doesn’t realize which Martin she’s ACTUALLY texting. Can friendship and love blossom in these stories about concealed identity?

A Cinderella Christmas: Read Stepsister

We love a twist on a classic fairytale all year round, but especially during the holidays! Both A Cinderella Christmas and Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly are twists on the Cinderella fairytale. A Cinderella Christmas is a modern take on the fairytale, Angie takes a night off from her uncle’s events business to go to the Christmasquerade Ball and catches the eye of a wealthy local bachelor––only to leave before revealing her identity. Stepsister begins when Cinderella ends, and follows the story of Isabelle, one of Cinderella’s “ugly” stepsisters. Once Cinderella goes to the castle with the prince, Isabelle must go on a journey of redemption and empowerment. Both of these stories put feminist and modern lenses on a classic tale!

The Santa Clause: Read The Candle and the Flame

In The Santa Clause, Scott is magically required to take on the mantle of Santa Clause when Santa falls off of his roof on Christmas Eve. His life and reality are transformed as he travels to the North Pole and realizes that he is actually the new Santa Claus. Now, The Candle and the Flame doesn’t have anything to do with the holidays––but in this stunning fantasy, Fatima must take on the fire of a djinn when one of the most powerful of the djinn dies. She is changed in ways she cannot fathom - and while the stakes might be a bit higher for Fatima than someone having to take on the role of Santa Claus, these two stories are still a great pair!

The Knight Before Christmas: Read The Traitor’s Game Series

In need of a story that has to do with an epic quest? The Knight Before Christmas and The Traitor’s Game series by Jennifer A. Nielsen are the perfect fix! In The Knight Before Christmas, a medieval English knight is transported to present day and must fulfill his quest by Christmas, or risk being stuck in the present forever. In The Traitor’s Game series, Kestra is captured by a group of rebels who want her to retrieve the lost Olden Blade, the only object that can destroy the King. In both The Knight Before Christmas and The Traitor’s Game, love and intrigue will complicate both of these quests!

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Read Tarnished are the Stars

The Nightmare Before Christmas is a classic combination Halloween / Christmas movie! Pumpkin King Jack Skellington wanders out of Halloweentown and into Christmastown––where he falls in love with the world he didn’t know existed and tries to bring his findings back to his home. In Tarnished are the Stars by Rosiee Thor, Nathaniel has lived under the shadow of his father, the Commissioner, for his entire life. When he attempts to prove himself to his father by catching the elusive Technician who has been supplying illegal technology to the citizens of Earth Adjacent, Nathaniel discovers that the world he thought he knew is not quite what his father has said it was. Both these stories are about finding the truth about the world around you, and about how your best intentions can sometimes go very, very wrong.

Elf: Read I Wish You All the Best

At first glance, Elf and I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver might seem like they couldn’t be more different...but, both Buddy and Ben must travel to live with their estranged family members when the lives they knew are shaken. In Elf, Buddy learns that he’s not really an elf and must go live with his real father in New York City, contending with all of the cultural and societal expecations that he has no idea how to navigate. In I Wish You All the Best, Ben comes out to their parents as non-binary and is forced to live with their estranged sister and her husband, who Ben has never met. Ben must go to a new school, handle anxiety, and keep a low profile. In both Elf and I Wish You All the Best, these characters are helped through these transitions by unlikely friends...AND unlikely crushes.

This Christmas: Read Hey, Kiddo

Family dysfunction seems to be a staple of a lot of holiday movies, but what stands out about both This Christmas and Hey, Kiddo by Jarrett J. Krosoczka is that under all of the drama, these families care deeply about one another no matter what. In This Christmas, the matriarch of the Whitfield family calls together their first holiday together in four years. As they come together for the first time in years, various secrets come to light that will strain the family and ultimately decide how their holiday is spent. Hey, Kiddo is a remarkable graphic memoir about Jarrett J. Krosoczka’s childhood growing up with his two opinionated grandparents and learning that his mother is addict. Only as a teenager is Jarrett able to piece together the truth of his family.

A Prince for Christmas: Read The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali

If you love a story about how true love conquers all - even the pressures of family––then A Prince for Christmas and The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan are the perfect pair! In A Prince for Christmas, a European prince flees to America to escape an arranged marriage, only to fall for a waitress who might be his true love. In The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali, Rukhsana must handle societal and familial pressure when her parents discover she’s dating her girlfriend, Ariana, and whisk her away to Bangladesh to set up an arranged marriage.

#holiday #holiday movies #hallmark movies #Christmas #Hanukkah #book recommendations #book recs #booklr #I gift YA #Keep Your Shelf Warm

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kelyon · 4 years

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The Light Place--The Good Place AU I’ll Never Write

In honor of The Good Place’s series finale tonight, I’m presenting a sketch of a fic that is never going to be a final product. I’m not a huge fan of AUs that are just sticking characters from one story into the plot of another story. There’s some fun to be had in the brainstorming phase, but at a certain point it would just be a slog for me to write. So this is me brainstorming.

Because of the spoiler-sensitive nature of Season One of The Good Place, I’m putting the whole thing under the cut. I will say that Regina plays the role of Eleanor Shellstrop and there is significant Rumbelle action going on.

Please enjoy this sketch of nonsense, and check out The Good Place at 8:30 PM EST on NBC

Regina Mills wakes up in an unassuming office waiting room with no idea of how she got there. A cheerful woman comes out of the office and introduces herself as Blue. Blue informs Regina that she has died, but because of her tireless work for the cause of Good, Regina has earned enough points to enter The Light Place.

“Because, Regina, there is a Light Place and a Dark Place. And you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

Conversation excerpt:

“So who got it right? This whole afterlife thing?”

“No one religion understood the entirety of what’s going on, it was all too vast and inexplicable. But there was a little boy named Henry. When Henry was ten years old, his parents gave him a blank storybook, and one day, Henry went into his room and just… wrote down the whole thing. It was remarkable! We’ve got a picture of him hanging up in HQ.”

One problem with this whole setup: Regina was not a good person in life. She was ruthless and heartless, rude to wait staff and a bad tipper. While she didn’t exactly fight for evil, she certainly wasn’t the saint that Blue is describing her as.

But she got into heaven without having to work for it! So why ruin a good thing by pointing out their mistake?

Blue takes Regina to her new home--a cozy thatch cottage that the high-power businesswoman thinks is repulsively provincial.

“It’s so… quaint! I love how there are small forest creatures… in my bed.”

Blue introduces Regina to her soul mate Mary Margaret.

“Soul mate isn’t necessarily a romantic connection. Mary Margaret is just the person who your soul is most compatible with. She’s the one person in the whole cosmos who is most likely to make your eternity the happiest time after earth!”

In life, Mary Margaret was a schoolteacher of infinite patience. She was beloved by all her pupils and gave selflessly of her time and of her soul to help the little children. A ray of goodness and sunshiney innocence, Mary Margaret is exactly the sort of person that Regina would be more than happy to crush under her designer stiletto.

But! They’re soul mates. And soul mates have to stick together, right? And Mary Margaret was a teacher! And an actual good person! So maybe Regina can get this little twerp to help her!

“Can you keep a secret?”

“No. I think deception is immoral, I’ve actually lost a lot of friends by being completely honest with them at all times.”

“Well you’re going to keep this secret or I’ll rip your heart out of your chest and make you watch while I crush it into dust.”

Regina confesses her big lie and Mary Margaret agrees to help her. After all, it’s in everyone’s best interest for bad people to learn how to become good, right? As long as Regina is really trying, why doesn’t she deserve a second chance?

At some point, Regina does remark that Mary Margaret is “surprisingly jacked.”

Blue pops in (literally, she just appears in the middle of the living room) and offers to give Regina and Mary Margaret a tour of the “neighborhood.”

The Light Place, it turns out, looks like a town in Maine. Forests, a harbor with a beach, shops along Main Street. There’s only one place to get food, but the food is always exactly what you want to eat.

In one of the shops, Blue introduces Gold.

Though he appears to be a man in his early 50s in a three-piece suit, Gold is a function of the Light Place. He has all the information any of them might require, and his shop is full of odds and ends and any other material object that someone might need.

“And Gold has no home aside from the shop, and nothing to do besides helping you. So feel free to just walk right in at any time, day or night. No matter how small or trivial your need might seem. Like all of us in the Light Place, Gold only exists to make your afterlife better!”

Gold greets Regina and Mary Margaret politely. His manner is comfortingly placid, but there’s also something weirdly dead behind his eyes. He calls everybody “dearie,” and no one knows how to make him stop.

On the way back to the cottage, Blue introduces them to their neighbors, Zelena and Lacey. They live in a cavernous and overdecorated mansion.

Zelena is an airy socialite philanthropist with a British accent. Regina takes an instant (and understandable) dislike to her.

“Wait a second! No other human here has an accent! Is she faking it? That bench!”

Lacey doesn’t talk. Blue explains that Lacey was diagnosed with a rare medical condition when she was six months old, so she spent her entire life in a coma.

“So she never had the opportunity to do anything bad! And her plight was so inspirational that she created goodness in other people, which was reflected in her point score. Lacey’s whole existence was to be moral object, a compass to help other people become better. And now she gets the rewards of that!”

For a while, Regina is able to keep her cover. Snow teaches her little ways to be a nicer person--let someone else go ahead of her in a line, don’t yell at someone who cuts you off on the road, maybe stop threatening your soul mate with dismemberment when you get cranky.

There are some close calls, but they’re pretty sure no one has any idea that Regina doesn’t belong in the Light Place.

UNTIL!

Lacey breaks her silence:

“Listen, I don’t know what that blue lady is talking about. I’ve never been in a coma and my name is not Lacey! I am Belle French and I am so bored! Do you know that there is no erotica anywhere in heaven? I’ve looked in every book in the neighborhood and it is all Inspirational Romances about virginal Sunday school teachers and widowed youth pastors with three kids. I know you don’t belong here, and I’m willing to help you out because you are literally the only interesting thing here besides that sexy guy in the suits.”

From here, it’s pretty much the rest of season one of The Good Place

Over the course of events, Belle and Gold develop an attraction that turns into a romance. Turns out the only way to get erotica in the Light Place is to create it yourself, and Belle finds Gold to be an endless source of inspiration. Any time Gold and Belle are not on screen, it is safe to assume that they are banging like a pair of immortal screen doors.

God only knows what will happen when they inevitably get to the Dark Place and Belle discovers the impish Dark Gold who has a penchant for leather pants.

#ouat #ouat fanfiction #the good place #rumbelle #i just had to share this with the world

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Do You Feel the Same? [1/1]

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin

Summary: The crusaders are celebrating Christmas together in India 1988. Kakyoin is having some trouble accepting his feelings towards Jotaro, and gets a not-so-helpful push in the right direction from a certain French-Egyptian duo. Warnings: Some angst and internalized homophobia on Kakyoin’s part. But with a happy ending! A/N: Happy (early) holidays!! Have some Jotakak fluff with a sprinkle of angst.

Ao3 link: HERE

And that was how Kakyoin currently found himself seated on the couch in Avdol's and Joseph's hotel room. Polnareff and Joseph were busy dancing hand in hand around the Christmas palm tree while both singing Christmas songs a the top of their lungs. Kakyoin was unsure if they were singing the same song, but he did know that they were both horribly off-key, and the fact that they were singing in two different languages didn't help the situation in the slightest either.

Jotaro and Avdol had opted for joining Kakyoin on the couch, which was in no way meant to be shared by three broad-shouldered men. But they made do since none of them wanted to risk getting dragged into Joseph's and Polnareff's little spectacle.

Avdol had a slightly amused smile on his face, tapping his foot along to some beat that he somehow managed to make out from the out of tune Christmas caroling. Jotaro on the other hand still wore his signature glare, but Kakyoin could tell that there was no real heat behind it. He did however look like he wanted the earth to swallow him up whole. Jotaro seemed to be very easily embarrassed by Joseph's over the top antics. Which was unfortunate, since it happened fairly often.

"C'mon crusaders! Come dance with us!" Polnareff shouted, slightly out of breath from both the singing and jumping around as he gestured enthusiastically for the three of them to come join them.

"We don't actually celebrate Christmas," Avdol told him as the two walked over.

"You can still join in just for the fun of it," Joseph said with a wide grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "C'mon Jotaro, I know for a fact that Holly still celebrates Christmas even though she lives in Japan"

"No" was Jotaro's full response. He tilted his head downwards so that Joseph wouldn't be able to see his face. But Kakyoin could tell that his cheeks had gotten slightly flushed at the suggestion.

Joseph let out a deep sigh. "And I even got you all presents and everything," he reminded them, clearly trying to pull on their heartstrings. His eyes jumped between the three of them to catch their reactions.

"You really didn't have to do that Mr. Joestar," Kakyoin said, but it was immediately dismissed by Joseph's hand gestures.

"Nonsense! Everyone gets a Christmas present as long as I am around. Even if you all are boring for not joining in on the festivities," Joseph clapped his hands together excitedly before turning his attention back towards Jotaro. "Now, Jotaro, come dance with your grandfather!"

"Absolutely not"

But Jotaro's protest went on deaf ears as Joseph and Polnareff each took a hold of either one of his arms and practically pulled a very resistant Jotaro with them. Avdol and Kakyoin simply watched on in amusement as Polnareff and Joseph resumed their singing while dragging a clearly uncomfortable Jotaro in a circle around the tree as well. But Jotaro had yet to unleash Star Platinum on the other two, which told Kakyoin everything he needed to know.

Jotaro might come off as stern and unenthusiastic at most times, but after spending almost a month together with him Kakyoin had learned to read his expressions more clearly. Even as he turned his gaze towards Kakyoin and mouthed a silent 'help me', Kakyoin knew that he in actuality didn't mind it all that much.

Kakyoin tried to conceal the laugh threatening to erupt with a cough. Avdol side-eyed him with a grin while he hummed along to the song Joseph was currently belting at his lungs full capacity.

"It appears that Jotaro wants you to rescue him from his current situation," Avdol chuckled.

"I think he can manage it on his own," Kakyoin said as he watched Polnareff trip over one of the wrapped presents that were laid under the tree, almost falling flat on his face.

Avdol only gave a slight hum in response. He looked around the hotel room, seemingly looking for something in particular.

Polnareff had been in charge of decorating, which unfortunately showed. Random strands of tinsel in clashing color-schemes were hanging from the roof in irregular patterns, and a string of blinking lights had fallen from its previous spot perched at the top of the window and was now lying in a tangled up mess on the floor. All in all, it was definitely first class decorating.

"I think I saw Polnareff buying some mistletoe earlier, but I'm not sure where he actually put it," Avdol commented with a sigh.

Kakyoin turned his gaze towards him. He might not be an expert on Christmas and all of its strange traditions, but he was well aware of what mistletoe was generally used for. His eyes narrowed slightly as his suspicion was immediately alerted.

"Why would he get mistletoe?" he asked Avdol, a bit wary of the slight spark that had been lit in the other's eyes.

Avdol just shrugged. "Who knows, it is Polnareff after all," he paused for a moment while he seemingly pondered over the question. "Could be that Polnareff hasn't been getting it on in too long and he's planning on trying to seduce some of the ladies."

Kakyoin let out a huff of laughter. That did sound like Polnareff alright.

"Or maybe," Avdol continued as he fixed all of his attention on Kakyoin "He is hoping to make a certain someone confess their feelings towards someone else."

The knowing look in Avdol made Kakyoin's blood run cold, and he immediately broke their eye contact to instead stare blindly on a blank piece of wall. What did he know? How did he know? Kakyoin had made sure to hide any more-than-friendly feelings he might be harboring. Or at least he had thought that had hidden them. But Avdol had always been the most observant one in their group after all, so maybe it shouldn’t come as such a big surprise that he might be onto him.

"What do you mean?" Kakyoin tried to keep his voice as neutral and untelling as he could all while the feeling of anxiety rose within him.

"I'm not blind, Kakyoin," Avdol said with a half-smile, turning to watch the three men still scrambling around their Christmas palm tree instead. "The longing stares, the constant physical closeness, the suggestions of rooming together- I've seen it all too many times before."

"I'm not- It's not like that," Kakyoin said in a hushed voice. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole, and if any of the others were to get a whiff of their conversation he might actually die from the embarrassment and humiliation it would cause.

"Sure, sure," Avdol said, clearly amused by their situation. "Even Polnareff has managed to catch on to it. But I do believe that both of the Joestar's are still painfully unaware of your little crush."

This information did little to calm Kakyoin's now anxiously racing heart. He did not have enough confidence in Polnareff and his stupidly large mouth to believe that his secret would somehow be kept between just the three of them. Kakyoin dug his nails into the palms of his hands as hard as he could without actually breaking the skin.

Avdol, who didn't seem to realize the inner turmoil Kakyoin was experiencing, leaned closer to him. "If it is any consolation, I do believe that Jotaro feels the same way," his voice was hushed, to make sure none of the others would be able to pick up on their conversation.

Kakyoin felt his cheeks turn pink. Even though he knew that Avdol was completely and utterly wrong, a small glimmer of hope had still been lit up inside him. He immediately tried squashing it down. There was no way in hell that he would ever act on or even endorse his feelings toward Jotaro.

Because he already knew that Jotaro didn't like him in that way. And he didn't want to risk screwing everything up with the first friend he had ever made by telling him.

Joseph had apparently decided that their celebrations would continue with all five of them eating Christmas dinner together, so Kakyoin was momentarily distracted from his inner turmoil.

To have a proper place to eat they pushed together the couch and three armchairs to form a circle around the two small night tables. One of the tables ended up holding an enormous ham and a bottle of whiskey, which were the only two things Joseph found necessary to have for Christmas. On the other table there was a bottle of orange juice and at least a dozen baguettes stacked on top of each other, all courtesy of Polnareff.

"No alcohol for you children," Joseph said grinning at Kakyoin before pouring a liberal amount of whiskey into three out of the five glasses. Jotaro scoffed as he took a seat in the armchair opposite Kakyoin's spot on the couch.

"I'll be eighteen in less than a month," Jotaro argued.

"You'll be eighteen next year," Joseph corrected him. "Now drink your juice and be happy." Jotaro mumbled irritably, but poured juice into the remaining two glasses nonetheless, handing one of them to Kakyoin who accepted with a silent 'thank you'.

Kakyoin would never admit it out loud, but he truly did cherish these little moments that they all shared together, and he knew that he would miss them once their journey was over. Their mission was dangerous and all of their future's uncertain, but during occasions like this they could all temporarily forget about the fact that they could all end up dead the very next day.

Kakyoin stayed quiet for most of their dinner, instead choosing to simply listen to the others bickering on about little things that didn't matter. Like Avdol explaining to a now slightly intoxicated Polnareff why he couldn't have any of the ham, no matter how much Polnareff pestered him about it. And Joseph telling them yet another dramatic story about how he allegedly defeated the ultimate life form. Or Polnareff trying, but ultimately failing, to teach them all to sing 'jingle bells' in French.

And Kakyoin had oh so gullibly thought that Joseph singing in a language that he actually knew had been terrible enough.

"You okay?" Kakyoin jumped slightly at the unexpected sound of Jotaro's voice. He turned his head to look at him, only to find that Jotaro was already watching him intently.

"Yeah" Kakyoin responded a little too hurriedly. "There's just… a lot on my mind"

Jotaro nodded and let out a low hum. His eyes were still glued to Kakyoin's. God, he felt like he could see straight into his soul with those striking blue eyes of his. And the thick brows that made it look like he was always scowling didn’t make it any better. And those eyelashes, and his lips-

Kakyoin quickly shifted his focus back to the other crusaders. He pretended to be invested in whatever it was they were discussing, but he had a hard time keeping Jotaro out of his mind.

What would Jotaro think if he knew that he had feelings for him? Would he be disgusted? He probably would. Most people were after all. Being attracted to someone of the same gender wasn't normal. It wasn't natural. The very few people that Kakyoin had seen be affectionate with someone of the same gender in public would often be, in the best scenario; ridiculed, and in the worst scenario; severely harmed.

Kakyoin had therefore decided to hide and deny the way he felt towards men as well as he could. The one time he had thought it would be safe to act on those feelings, it had ended catastrophically. With him having all of his free will stripped away from him for months. Where he didn't experience anything besides a never-ending feeling of misery.

Which Jotaro had saved him from. The first thing he saw after finally having a clear head for the first time in months had been Jotaro's eyes boring into his. As he risked his own life to save him. Kakyoin had been smitten from the start. He had initially hoped that he would get over his little crush eventually, but it only seemed to get worse the more he got to know Jotaro.

The majority of the food was now gone, and the whiskey bottle had been empty for a while. Joseph had gone to fetch the pile of presents from under the tree. They had all insisted that they didn't need any Christmas presents, but Joseph had gone out of his way and got something for all of them anyway.

Joseph handed them all a messily wrapped present each. Kakyoin shook his gift carefully. He didn't have the slightest clue to what it could be. Knowing Joseph it could be practically anything. The man was crazy rich after all, and didn't seem to have a problem spending said money on necessary as well as completely unnecessary items.

Polnareff ripped open his present as soon as he got his hands on it, revealing a bottle of very expensive looking cologne.

"I was thinking that it might give you some more luck with the ladies," Joseph let out a thundering laugh as Polnareff practically jumped on top of him for a hug. They stayed like that for some time, while patting each other's backs almost violently. Polnareff almost started crying with gratitude. Kakyoin had a feeling he knew where the majority of the alcohol had gone.

Avdol unwrapped his present next, and let out a chuckle as he picked up the piece of paper that had been inside of the way too big cardboard box. "One thousand chickens, really Mr. Joestar?"

Kakyoin squinted as he leaned forward to read what was on the paper. It seemed to be a charity of some sort, where one thousand families in need would be receiving a chicken.

"And they are all named Avdol," Kakyoin commented, not even attempting to hide his grin. The others let out a laugh as well.

"Isn't that great?" Joseph said. "Just imagine one thousand chickens named Avdol running amok all across the earth."

"I will never be able to sleep soundly at night ever again knowing that. But thank you, Joseph, I appreciate it," Avdol stood up to give Joseph's shoulder a firm squeeze.

"Just two left now. C'mon boys, open them up!" Joseph was practically vibrating with excitement as he looked between Jotaro and Kakyoin expectantly. Jotaro let out a sigh and a barely audible 'good grief' but started shedding the wrapping paper nonetheless, revealing a black, satin box.

"Open it!" Joseph exclaimed. He seemed to be the one most excited about the whole ordeal even though he was the one giving the presents rather than receiving any of his own.

Jotaro flipped the lid open to reveal two large golden brooches. One of them was of a dolphin mid-jump, and the other one depicted two dolphins coming together to form a heart. Kakyoin attempted to hide the wide smile that had broken out across his face behind his hand. Jotaro's cheeks had gotten slightly red as soon as he had opened the gift.

"If you're serious about being a marine biologist it is a must to have some appropriate accessories," Joseph told him with a grin. Jotaro shifted his hat slightly so that it covered most of his face from his grandfather's knowing smile.

"Good grief, old man," was all he said, putting the box off to the side before folding his arms over his chest. But Joseph didn't look hurt at all by his reaction, his smile still lighting up his whole face.

"Kakyoin, your turn!" everyone's attention had now been turned towards him, as they expectantly waited for the last gift to be opened.

"Oh, right," Kakyoin said and slowly began to unwrap his present as well. He still didn't have the slightest clue of what it could be. He didn't even know himself what he wanted as a gift, so he didn't exactly expect Joseph to have a clue either.

Kakyoin's eyes widened as he finished unwrapping. It seemed to be some sort of handheld gaming device, but it didn't look like any of the ones Kakyoin was familiar with. In fact he had never quite seen, or even heard about, anything quite like it before. Kakyoin opened his mouth to ask what it was, but Joseph beat him to it.

"I believe it's called a 'Game Boy'. It won't actually be released on the market for a few more months, but I managed to pull some strings and got one sent over early. It should still work without any major issues, from what I’ve been told," Joseph looked pretty pleased with himself as he watched Kakyoin rip open the box and take the device into his hands. Kakyoin became aware of the fact that his mouth was hanging wide open, and probably had been for some time, and he quickly closed it again.

"But how– how did you know that I-"

"Jotaro might have mentioned that you have a thing for video games," Joseph answered before he could even finish asking his question. Kakyoin turned to look at Jotaro, only to find himself already being watched.

"Oh," Kakyoin said, quickly averting his gaze to keep examining the Game Boy in his hands, carefully scanning over every detail of it. He couldn't believe that Mr. Joestar had gone through all of that extra trouble just to get him something he thought he would enjoy. And he couldn't believe that Jotaro had somehow caught on to his secret hobby. He didn't think he had ever mentioned that he enjoyed video games out loud, except for maybe once in passing.

Kakyoin bit down hard onto his bottom lip. This was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. The feelings of gratitude and affection that he held towards the other crusaders were getting close to being overwhelming.

So this was what having friends was like, huh?

They continued talking and laughing until well after midnight. Kakyoin's eyes were starting to feel heavy and he was by now suppressing a yawn close to every minute. The others seemed to be feeling the effects of staying up so late as well.

"it's getting pretty late," Avdol said. "Perhaps it is time for us all to head of to bed."

Polnareff looked like he was about to protest, but Joseph was faster. "Avdol is right. Besides, we have to be up bright and early tomorrow, so it's probably for the best."

Polnareff sighed loudly, but caved in none the less. They gathered their presents and headed towards the door.

"But before you all go, let's have a group hug" Joseph grinned as he held his arms wide open.

Polnareff was the first to join in on the hug, soon to be follower by Avdol. Avdol grabbed a hold of Kakyoin's upper arm and practically pulled him into the hug as well. Kakyoin almost lost his footing in the process, only staying upright thanks to the arms wrapping around him.

"You too Jotaro, don't leave us hanging now," Joseph said to a disgruntled looking Jotaro. He had buried his hands in his coat pockets and Kakyoin noticed that he had taken a few steps backward. Jotaro threw Joseph a dirty look, but Kakyoin could tell that he only pretended to be annoyed, thanks to the corners of his mouth tilting upwards slightly.

Jotaro squeezed himself in between Joseph and Kakyoin, one of his arms coming to rest around Kakyoin's waist, pulling him slightly closer against him. Kakyoin looped an arm around him in return, their bodies now pressed flush against each other.

All five of them stayed like this for a few moments, simply basking in all of them being together, with all worries of enemy stand users completely melted away. Joseph was the first to break away, ruffling Jotaro’s hair as he did so.

"We'll see you all tomorrow then,” he said. Everyone else simply nodded in agreement, before saying their quick goodbyes. And with that Kakyoin, accompanied by Polnareff and Jotaro headed out the door and started making their way towards the end of the corridor, where their rooms were located.

Polnareff had resumed humming the melody to one of the songs while Kakyoin and Jotaro both stayed quiet. Kakyoin inspected the box holding the Game Boy closer. He was still in disbelief that Joseph had contacts that would be willing to give him a product that hadn't even been released yet. It must have cost him a fortune. Which probably didn't bother him in the slightest, the man was filthy rich after all.

Polnareff fumbled slightly with his key as he tried opening the door to his single room, still humming on that song that was without a doubt going to be stuck in Kakyoin's head for days. Meanwhile, Jotaro had successfully unlocked the door to their double room, holding the door open so that they could both step inside.

"Goodnight then, Polnareff," Kakyoin said as he turned to look at the Frenchman, who for some reason now had a smug grin on his face. Kakyoin immediately got suspicious of what he was up to.

"Rules are rules, now do the thing!" was all Polnareff said, clearly satisfied with himself as he looked somewhere above Kakyoin's head. Kakyoin followed his gaze, and his mouth immediately went dry.

Above the doorframe to his and Jotaro's room was a small branch of mistletoe that Polnareff without a doubt had put there just to mess with them. Kakyoin's face turned red from embarrassment and he clenched his teeth tightly together. Polnareff bit back a snicker as if the whole situation was somehow hilarious according to him.

"What thing?" Jotaro asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. Soon he caught on to where both of them were staring, and he noticed the mistletoe as well. But before he had the chance to even react Kakyoin had pushed past him and escaped into the hotel room, throwing the door closed behind himself. He could hear Polnareff cry out his name, but he ignored it. He instead sank down onto his bed, his shoulders hunched over as he tried to block out everything going on around him.

Of course Polnareff would pull some stupid shit like this. Avdol had even warned him that he was most likely up to no good. Kakyoin just hadn't expected him to try and pull an over the top stunt like that. He buried his face into his hands.

Jotaro knew. The thing he had been the most afraid of had somehow happened. How would he react? He would without a doubt be furious at him. And most likely disgusted that he had befriended and even shared a room with someone like him.

Kakyoin could feel the panic slowly but surely building up inside him. He tried taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself, but it didn't help one bit.

But maybe he wouldn't hate him. Maybe he would just roll his eyes and write it off as Polnareff just being drunk and making some shitty joke. Just maybe he would walk in any minute now, scoff, and tell him that Polnareff was just being stupid and not to worry about it.

Kakyoin startled as he heard the door gently closing. His heartbeat picked up as he picked up on the unmistakable sound of Jotaro shrugging off his jacket. Other than that it was still dead silent. Kakyoin quickly snagged up the Game Boy that he had carelessly thrown on the bed beside him, and attempted to look busy reading the back of the box as Jotaro walked around the corner and into his line of sight.

He could see that Jotaro crossed his arms over his chest from the corner of his eye. The silence in the room was deafening. Kakyoin couldn't figure out if it would be best to just break it himself or to wait for Jotaro's inevitable anger to finally boil over.

"What are you doing"? Jotaro asked. His voice seemed indifferent and sounded abnormally loud thanks to the previous silence.

"Checking the instructions. It would be a shame to immediately screw up a one of a kind console by now knowing how to use it correctly" Kakyoin said all while refusing to look up to acknowledge the other boy. Jotaro let out a deep sigh and moved closer to where Kakyoin was seated.

"You're acting weird. Why are you acting weird?"

Kakyoin stayed silent. His mind was spinning to come up with a lie that Jotaro would find believable. He noticed that his hands were shaking slightly, and he clenched them into tight fists as he attempted to stop it. He felt the bed dip as Jotaro sat down beside him. They sat in silence for another few moments while Kakyoin gathered his thoughts.

"I'm just... annoyed, at Polnareff and his never-ending antics. That's all," Kakyoin eventually said with a shrug. He could feel Jotaro's strong gaze stare right through him.

"Right," was all Jotaro said, clearly not believing him in the slightest. Kakyoin could hear the rustle of fabric as he shifted slightly closer to him.

"Avdol told me something earlier," Jotaro said after a slight pause.

Great, now Avdol was in on this bullshit as well, was he?

"Yeah? What did he tell you then?"

"...That you like me."

Kakyoin felt his stomach drop. This was not how he had wanted all this to go down.

"Look," he paused, scrambling to come up with something that could still patch things up between them. But he realized that it was probably a lost cause at this point.

"I know you're not interested in men like that, so I'm not gonna act on it or anything. I Promise. And I could change rooms with Polnareff if you'd be more comfortable."

The silence that fell between them was deafening. The sound of the traffic from the street just outside the window being the only thing breaking the uncomfortable silence. Kakyoin realized that he should probably get up, so that he could make it over to Polnareff's room before the other had fallen asleep so that they could switch rooms.

"Why are you so sure that I'm not interested in men?" Kakyoin's head snapped up as Jotaro's voice suddenly filled the air again. Jotaro was looking at him with a raised eyebrow, as if he was actually expecting a reply.

"Because you're... you," was all Kakyoin said. Jotaro's expression however stayed unchanging, and he was clearly not satisfied with Kakyoin's attempt at evading the question. Kakyoin let out a deep sigh, twiddling with his thumbs as he mentally prepared himself for however Jotaro would react to his upcoming speech.

"Because you're 'Mr. big, strong and handsome', who is always surrounded by girls and who could get anyone they ever desired. You're nothing like me, I'm just-" Kakyoin trailed off momentarily.

"It's not natural to be the way I am. And it sure as hell is not a good thing to be this way either. Believe me, if I could change what I am, I would," Kakyoin scoffed slightly before falling silent once again.

"But I don't want you to change," Jotaro said. Kakyoin just gave him a quick side-eye, not believing him in the slightest. No way that Jotaro would be willing to just let all of this go.

Jotaro took a deep breath before he continued. "Just because I'm always surrounded by girls doesn't mean that I actually want any of them there. I don't care about any of them. I'd rather they just fuck off and leave me alone."

Kakyoin let out a small chuckle at this. That did sound like Jotaro all right. And it didn't seem like he was particularly angry with him after finding out about his sexuality. Maybe, just maybe, they would somehow be alright in the end.

"Do you really think that?" Jotaro asked. At Kakyoin's visible confusion he quickly continued. "That I could get anyone I desired, I mean."

"Uh, yeah," Kakyoin deadpanned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I think there are very few people that would actually turn you down."

"Kakyoin"

"What?"

"...look up"

Kakyoin looked at Jotaro in confusion. His piercing eyes were looking straight into his own. Kakyoin suppressed a shiver. Being so intensely regarded by Jotaro made it feel like he was on fire. But Jotaro's expression was slightly softer than normal. He almost looked a bit vulnerable. And was he...blushing?

"Why should I-" Kakyoin stopped dead in his tracks as his gaze shifted upwards, only to be met with what was unmistakably Star Platinum's arm right above him. And in his hand he held something that looked strikingly similar to the piece of mistletoe that Polnareff had hung above their door frame, which had started all of this drama in the first place.

"Wh-" Kakyoin was at a loss for words as he looked back at Jotaro, who had now averted his gaze. The deep blush was however still clearly visible across his cheeks.

"Are you seriously asking me to kiss you?" Kakyoin said maybe a bit too bluntly. Jotaro's cheeks flushed even more at his words.

"We don't have to, if you don't wanna," Jotaro said quickly.

"Do you want to?" Kakyoin still felt like this was all some big, elaborate prank. That the other crusaders would jump out from behind the corner at any minute now and shout 'surprise', before laughing at how absolutely pathetic he was.

"Of course I want to," Jotaro said, looking slightly confused. "I'm the one asking, aren't I?"

"Alright," Kakyoin said slowly before shifting closer to Jotaro, who seemed to be frozen in place. Their eyes locked. He was now close enough that Kakyoin could see the small specks of green in Jotaro's otherwise blue eyes, and feel his breath ghost over his lips.

"So this doesn't make you uncomfortable then?" Kakyoin asked.

"No" Jotaro replied immediately. His voice was slightly deeper than usual. His eyes had gotten visibly darker as Kakyoin had moved closer.

"You sure?" Kakyoin swallowed thickly. He was just about to pull back when Jotaro's hand grabbed a hold of his shoulder, keeping him in place.

Jotaro let out a deep sigh. "Kakyoin, for someone who is supposed to be smart, you can be really stupid sometimes."

And with those words, Jotaro leaned forward and captured Kakyoin's lips in a tentative kiss. Kakyoin sat frozen in shock for just a minute, but he melted into the kiss when Jotaro's hand moved to the back of his neck to pull him even closer.

Kakyoin's heart was beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of his chest. This was not how he had thought this whole ordeal would ever in a million years end up. But he was not complaining about it in the slightest.

Jotaro's lips were softer and a the kiss was a lot more gentle than he thought it would be. Kakyoin looped both of his arms around his neck, bringing himself even closer. Kakyoin bit back a shudder as Jotaro played with the long strands of hair at the back of his neck. He felt a curious tongue poke at his lips, and Kakyoin reciprocated the action, deepening their kiss.

They broke apart for some much-needed air way too soon for Kakyoin's liking. Jotaro rested their foreheads together, panting slightly. Kakyoin broke into a wide grin.

"So you do like me."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you for the last fifteen minutes or so," Jotaro replied, his whole face lighting up as he gave Kakyoin one of his rare full-blown smiles.

"Well that's good then," Kakyoin laughed. "Because I like you too."

"Yeah, no shit," Jotaro said before diving forwards to kiss him again, this time more firmly than before. His hands moved down to grab onto Kakyoin's waist, bringing him flush against his body. The feeling of Jotaro's lips against his own was straight up addicting, and Kakyoin didn't think he would ever get enough of it.

Maybe Polnareff's ideas weren't always so bad after all.

************

"What are you smiling about?"

Kakyoin was brought back to the present when Jotaro broke the comfortable silence that had been filling the cab. Kakyoin turned to look at his husband, his grin widening at Jotaro's questioning look.

"I was thinking about our first kiss. Do you remember it?"

"Of course I do. How could I ever forget?" Jotaro grabbed a hold of Kakyoin's hand with his own, stroking his thumb idly against his knuckles.

"It was quite an interesting start to a relationship. With the whole mistletoe thing, and with the others borderline crying from happiness when they found out about us. And if course with you giving me this-" Kakyoin tapped the heart-shaped dolphin pin that was attached to his own jacket. "After one whole week of dating," Kakyoin let out a small chuckle.

"It was almost two weeks, actually," Jotaro said, his eyes glazing over as if he was reminiscing in the memory. "And what can I say, I knew what I wanted from the start," Kakyoin didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly.

"You're so unbelievably cheesy, Jotaro. But I love that about you."

"And I love you."

"I Love you too."

They fell into another comfortable silence, their hands still connected between them. Kakyoin looked out the window and watched as the landscape passed them by. Sometimes he missed traveling across half the world, but at the same time he was happy to just stay put in the relatively safe Japan. He had already experienced enough adventures to last him a lifetime.

"Here we are then, Morioh station," the cab driver announced as he pulled to a stop.

Kakyoin stepped out of the car and looked around at the small town while Jotaro paid their fee. Morioh was without a doubt beautiful, but at the same time it almost felt a little bit eerie. Kakyoin sighed. He had a feeling that what was supposed to be a short weekend trip would end up getting a lot longer than expected.

Jotaro walked up beside him, a map over the town in his hand. He adjusted his white cap before giving Kakyoin a small smile.

"Now then, let's go find this Josuke Higashikata and be on our way already"

And with that, they walked hand in hand into yet another adventure.

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Neverland, Canon Balls and Clouds (part 4)

Baz wasn't really sure what to expect of Neverland, but when it comes into view, his breath is knocked right out of him. It's a gorgeous island with mountains and waterfalls and lagoons. There's a rainbow running across the skyline because, he supposes, why shouldn't there be a fucking rainbow in paradise?

Simon stops him on a cloud, giving him a moment to let it all sink in. Including the whole standing on a fucking cloud bit, too, because that is certainly a strange sensation.

"I can't believe you get to live here," Baz says, breathless.

Simon grins at him again and puts his hands on his hips. "I know, right?"

Simon starts pointing out the different important places that they can see from up so high. He shows Baz where the mermaid lagoon is, where the native tribe live, where the fairies (who aren't Penelope) live and where he lives. Baz takes out his mobile to snap a picture of it and he can feel Simon's eyes on him and the device but he doesn't say anything about it. Baz feels a bit bad for asking him when he was born because that was obviously a sore subject, though Baz can't imagine why, so he decides not to press him. If Simon wants to know how phones work, Baz is more than happy to explain.

He's about to ask Simon to get a picture of him when something rips through the cloud next to them with a terrifying whoosh. Baz gasps and sees a hole torn straight through the cloud.

"What the fuck was that?"

Simon grits his teeth and points down below where there seems to be a massive pirate ship anchored in the harbor. "That's the Humdrum's ship."

Simon's getting his blade out while Baz tries to figure that out.

"Wait, he's a pirate?"

Simon looks at him like he's an extra special idiot. "Yeah, didn't you know that?"

Baz rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well, I thought it might've been added in for the drama of it. I didn't know that pirates were a real thing! You've been fighting an adult who's launching cannon balls at you? You're seventeen!"

"And?"

Baz wants to shake him and make him understand how fucking weird that is. "And you're seventeen! You're a child. And he's a grown-up with scary weapons."

Simon shrugs and flashes him a grin. "Wanna go on an adventure?"

A minute later, Baz realizes that he does not want to go on this particular adventure. Simon weaves him through the sky as cannon balls keep coming up to try and intercept them. He's cool about it, but Baz is freaking the fuck out. In his head he always thought the adventures were more along the lines of finding buried treasure or something. It made sense for stories because having a seventeen year old kid fighting and repeatedly beating an old pirate sounds awesome, but he didn't really think that would be the reality of the situation. And Simon doesn't seem to care much about it. In fact, given the smile on his face, he looks like he's enjoying it. Baz wishes that he could enjoy it, too, but he can't because he's still to focused on the fact that there is a middle-aged man shooting fucking painful balls at a kid.

He's a little too wrapped up in his thoughts of this to notice a tree branch coming right for him as Simon takes him down towards the ground, so Baz ends up losing his concentration and hurdling towards a collection of very sharp looking rocks on the ground below. He screams and closes his eyes, bracing for impact, when he feels the falling stop. He peeks an eye open and sees that Simon has caught him right in the nick of time, holding Baz in his arms like Baz is his bride.

Simon lands on the rocks and sets Baz down on the ground. His heart is beating wildly in his chest.

"T––thanks," Baz says.

Simon smiles at him. "Yeah, no problem. Did you have fun?"

Baz glares at him. "What, with the cannon balls? No, Simon. I did not have fun."

"You get used to it."

"I don't think I want to get used to that."

Simon shrugs and puts his blade away (wherever it goes). He has a dagger, too, that's clipped into a little leather belt around his waist, but Baz has always heard that he prefers the magical blade.

"How does your sword work? Do you have magical powers or something?"

Simon is walking somewhere so Baz makes an effort to keep close to him just in case any more tree branches feel like presenting themselves.

"I can fly, can't I?"

Baz rolls his eyes. They're going deeper into the forest. Baz wonders if he should be scared.

"No, I don't have like magic or anything. The sword thing was a total accident. Saved someone's life, that someone turned out to be a wizard, so now I can summon this blade whenever I want. Pretty wicked, yeah?"

"Do you normally just randomly save lives? Or is that something you have to schedule in weeks in advance?"

Simon chuckles. "I don't schedule anything ever, so it just kinda happens. Don't know if you've heard, but I'm kind of a hero."

"To some."

Simon stops walking and turns around. "What? Who am I not a hero to?"

"Parents, mostly."

Simon rolls his eyes and carries on walking again. "The parents can piss off. Why don't they like me?"

"Because you're not––" Baz stops himself. "Because they don't think you're real. And your whole thing is avoiding responsibility and growing up and––"

"I'm not avoiding anything," Simon snaps, turning again.

Baz can feel his heart beating into his throat. He never really thought of Simon as having so many random triggers. First the age thing and now this? Baz wonders what kinds of things go on in his head.

"I know. I'm just telling you what they think."

"Well. They're wrong."

"I agree. I happen to think that you represent something positive. Innocence and child-like wonder. Though, considering the whole pirate thing, I might have to rethink the innocence bit."

Simon laughs again and gestures to a large tree. He looks very pleased about it, but Baz has no idea what he's on about.

"It's...a tree?"

Simon's grin falls. Baz instantly hates himself.

"It's my house, you prick."

Baz nods, mostly to himself, and follows Simon again as he approaches the tree. "Right. So you just...live in a tree. Right."

Simon pushes one of the tree knobs and there's a whirring noise as a door opens in the trunk of it. "I live under the tree. This is just my secret entrance."

Simon enters the tree and is suddenly gone from view. Baz starts to panic a bit before he peers down and sees a slide that goes deep under the earth. He gets down and lets the slide take him to wherever Simon went off to. He registers that a slide is incredibly impractical (he also wonders how you exit the house thing) but he lets himself enjoy the twisting ride down the slide. He lands on a carpet on a solid floor with a soft thud.

He's surprised to see that the space is neat and tidy and that it's actually quite large. Simon's bed is in the middle of the room and the blanket is some kind of dark fur that Baz doesn't recognize. There's a big couch sitting across from a stone fireplace. And there are bookshelves lining the walls which are presumably Penny's, and then there's a little doorway that leads to a smaller area that has another fire place and a table and a chair. In all this, Baz can't seem to find Simon.

"Yeah, just the Humdrum being his usual pissy self," he hears Simon say. He finds a staircase hidden in the corner of the room and walks up it to find Simon sitting in a big, comfy chair talking to Penelope. He grins at Baz when he enters.

"Hey. You hungry or anything? Or I could make some tea?"

Baz shakes his head. "I'm fine, thanks. I––your house is actually very nice. For being underground and all."

Penny frowns at him. "What's wrong with being underground?"

Baz's eyes widen. "Er, nothing. It was supposed to be a joke. It really is a lovely home."

"She's just being difficult," Simon says. "She's jealous."

"I am not jealous!" she argues.

Baz wants to ask why she would be jealous but he doesn't. But he can't ignore that feeling in his stomach that comes whenever he looks at Simon. He'd ignored it at first when he thought it was a dream, but now he's feeling it and allowing himself to think about it. He wonders if part of the reason he always loved the Simon Snow stories was because he had a crush on him. He had kissed Simon in dreams before, but he also had no idea what he looked like. His mind always just put some random attractive guy's face on him. And his personality was nothing like what Baz had expected. So, if he did have a crush on Simon Snow from the stories, it certainly meant nothing now. Because Simon, the real one, was so different. He's kinder, funnier, a bit of a mess but in an endearing sort of way, and devilishly handsome. In Baz's head he'd always been some kind of noble hero with a posh accent and a strong jaw that goes around saving damsels all the time.

But Simon is...well, he is just a boy. A very attractive boy, but just a boy. He isn't some god among men. He's a boy who'd escaped to a magical world in an attempt to run away from his problems and the issue of growing up. And Baz understands that. And he is incredibly jealous.

"Should I show you around? Is there anything you wanna see?"

Baz thinks about it for a moment. "Um, the mermaids, perhaps? It'd be cool to get some photos."

"You're taking photos?"

Baz nods.

"Okay, well, obviously don't like go and print them and sell 'em to the paper or whatever. But yeah, sounds good."

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #fan fic #neverland #peter pan #au #rainbow rowell #carry on

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NPCS ( PERCY )

here’s percy’s friends & family !

MARGARET VICTORY

percy’s mom, an identical twin born in 1976. she is a strong woman who returned to college when percy was fifteen and now works as an administrative assistant in a marketing company. percy adores her mother & greatly looks up to her, though she also acknowledges that margaret has her faults; still, the relationship between the two of them is probably the healthiest percy has with any of her parents.

LOUIS POTTER

percy’s father, born in 1971. though the two were very close when percy was a child, as she grew older she found her father stifling and over-protective, and began to realize that he often guilt-tripped her. now she harbors some resentment towards him, though she has so many positive memories associated with louis ( bike rides, hikes, playing make-believe, working on his old jaguar ) that she’s currently deeply conflicted over what her relationship with him should be as she grows older.

MICHAEL MILLER, SR.

percy’s (former) stepfather, born 1969. he and her mother married when she was four, and remained married until late last year, when they split up. percy’s mom had been cheating on him, but she’d made it clear before then that she wasn’t happy in the marriage, and mike did nothing to mend things. percy still sees him as a father figure, though that’s become strained recently, as he was arrested for putting a hidden camera in margaret’s room to try and catch her cheating on her new boyfriend.

JANICE RICHARDSON-POTTER

percy’s stepmother. originally margaret’s best friend, some falling out happened between them when percy was very young, and janice married louis. as a child percy strived constantly to gain her stepmother’s approval, but nothing ever seemed to be enough. as janice went back to school ( first for a teaching degree, then for nursing ) her temper got worse and worse, and percy got more and more used to screaming matches between her stepmother and her father — often involving percy and her perceived shortcomings. now percy dreads going home for breaks, because she never knows what will set janice on another rant about percy’s selfishness, naivete, or a thousand other negative terms that have been thrown at her since she was fifteen.

FAITH RICHARDSON

janice’s daughter, percy’s oldest sibling & only sister, born 1990. the two are very close despite the nine years between them, mostly due to their mutual love of art and video games. faith often baby-sat percy when they were younger, and though they have their arguments ( and though faith often tells janice things percy would rather keep a SECRET ) she was by far the most open & accepting of percy’s sexuality & when it comes down to it, the two of them are in the same boat when it comes to janice’s berating.

MICHAEL MILLER, JR.

michael’s son, percy’s oldest stepbrother, born 1998. there’s only nine months between the two of them, and since percy was the more mature child, she was more often left in charge than not. additionally, michael ( mikey ) was — and still is — physically smaller than percy, which meant she wasn’t afraid of getting into a fistfight with him when they were children. the two have grown distant recently as a result of their parents’ divorce, a fact percy somewhat is saddened by; but considering michael’s deeply conservative political views, she figures she’ll live.

NICHOLAS MILLER

michael’s son, percy’s middle brother, born 2002. the two tended to band together against mikey as kids, though there were plenty of times percy was angrier at nick than she was at mikey. some of her favorite childhood memories are building blanket forts with nick and then playing hangman together, but there was also the time she tried to frame mikey for something and got nick in trouble instead, or the time that she kicked nick into a wall ( she was eight, he was five, he claimed she couldn’t beat him in a fight. she did) . he used to be smaller than her, but he’s shot up recently — not that she sees him very often, partially because of their parents’ divorce but also because he lives in south carolina with his mother and goes to military school.

AIDEN MILLER

percy’s youngest brother & only half brother, aiden was born in september of 2008 , making him nine years younger than her. despite that, the two were always closest among the siblings in her mother’s family. they fought the least & percy never treated him with disdain they way their other brothers did, in addition to her desire to be the best big sister she could. now that she’s in college, she tries to keep in touch with him as much as she can, often going home when her mother needs a babysitter so she can go see her boyfriend. aiden’s grown to be quite sassy ( mostly percy’s doing, though margaret has her moments ) , but he’s a big goofball at heart , and percy has plenty videos of the two of them doing dumb things to make each other laugh.

JAMES VICTORY

james is percy’s second cousin on her mother’s side, but as the two are only a few months apart in age, they’ve been incredibly close since they were little. they don’t get to see each other as often as they’d like, as they live in different states, but both james and percy share a love for theater and music, and the physical similarities between them have led to more than one joke about them secretly being twins. james has surprised percy with visits on more than one occasion ( her high school graduation, for one ) , and every time he does she nearly tackles him with a hug in her excitement.

SHANNON TAYLOR

percy’s best friend since seventh grade; born on august 28, 1999, she’s exactly 10 days younger than percy, so they often celebrate their birthdays together. they met in science class, and bonded over harry potter, queen’s under pressure, and the fact that they both played clarinet. percy has always considered shannon her best friend, and since they go to college in the same city ( shannon’s a forest resource management major ) , they’ll often grab dinner or go grocery shopping together. despite this ( and despite rumors that swirled around them in ninth grade ) there are no romantic feelings between the two of them. in fact, shannon didn’t even know she was a lesbian until their freshman year of college.

SAMUEL D’AGOSTINO

samuel, sam, samwise — he’s the oldest of percy’s high school friends by a few months, a flamboyant accounting major with the build of a noodle. he and percy met in eighth grade english, bonded over lord of the rings, and their friendship was cemented for life when he made her a red velvet cupcake as an early birthday present. her mom teased her about it ( i think he has a crush on you ) , to which percy responded “mom, he’s gay.” she didn’t know it was true at the time, and was mostly just trying to get her mom off of her back, but she was right. sam’s often the butt of jokes because he’s bad at making sure he’s free to hang out with the rest of them.

LEAH SIMONE-ROGERS

the other lesbian of the group & the second oldest, leah was adopted from china when she was a year and a half old, and once won a game of never have i ever by saying “never have i ever been white or white-passing.” she’s the most athletic of them, having done crew through high school, and is a brilliant biochemistry major at a pretty selective college. though she can come off as unfriendly to outsiders & often initiates the teasing among the group, she loves her friends very much. she likes to make fun of percy for being bad at using chopsticks.

#persephone potter.#i GUESS that's where im sticking this???#my name is puck with a b & i've been afraid of insects all my life || ooc.#npcs.

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Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 29

Visions of myself eviscerating the bitch with a gleaming, razor-edged katana momentarily clouded my thinking as Tom dropped his phone back onto the table with a thunk, then shifted his body about in order to face me, my hand slipping from his lower back to his thigh. I was not a woman prone to fits of rage, but if there ever was an appropriate point in time to flip tables, this was is. That, I knew, would make me feel better, but would likely have the opposite effect on Tom as he’d be so inclined as to think he was the reason for my fury. The table stayed where it belonged, but despite my best efforts, I squeezed his hand a bit too hard and was unable to keep my trap shut.

“Jesus mother fucking christ in a fucking sidecar, what a fucking CUNT that woman is.” He met my gaze, expression unreadable, and it occurred to me that he might think I meant his mother as opposed to Jane, which wasn’t a leap I yet felt qualified to make. “Jane. Not your mother. Jury’s still out for her. Conviction on a lesser charge remains a viable possibility.”

The corners of his mouth curled upward just the tiniest bit, hand that had held his phone reaching up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing my lips before he leaned forward to kiss me, softly at first, then rougher, his tongue thrusting inside to meet mine. He pulled away suddenly, taking my other hand in his, an overwhelming earnestness in his eyes that was so powerful it took my breath away.

I wasn’t the only one, apparently. His words came forth in a single exhale, a deep sigh winding through the darkness of the woods, stirring the fireflies into action and setting the forest alight. “I love you.”

Smiling gingerly, I briefly pressed my lips to his cheek. “I love you too. Now tell me what’s going through your mind. Don’t feel like you have to edit anything to spare my feelings. Just let it fly.”

His head tilted to the side. “You’re not angry with me.” A statement of fact, though he was obviously questioning why.

I shook my head. “No. Why would I be angry with you? I don’t see how any of this is your fault, Tom. Beyond your sphere of influence and control, all of it. Now that fuckwad douchecanoe…HER I’m angry with. After everything she put you through, how she made you feel, what she TOOK from you…I’ve got balls aplenty, this you know, but getting your number from your mother and not just CALLING but saying what she SAID…her balls must be so big she needs a cart to carry them around in. Either that or she’s certifiable. Anyway. I’m shutting up now. Your turn.”

Swallowing, he closed his eyes for a brief few seconds, the opened them. “Okay. What’s going through my mind. Well, first, the way I presented this to you, fucking hell…I played that with no warning whatsoever and didn’t consider how the content would affect you or what you might think or how you’d feel. I’m very sorry, Maude.”

“Don’t be. If I believed even in the slightest that you still have feelings for her I would have completely lost my shit, but I don’t so it’s fine. Please correct me if I’m wrong, though.” A tiny bubble of doubt threatened to burst and contaminate my entire cranial biosphere.

His head moved back and forth rapidly. “You’re not wrong. The only feelings I harbor for her are…I probably shouldn’t voice them, truthfully. And I have absolutely NO intention of calling her. Or seeing her. Ever. I know full well what she is, and exactly what she’s trying to do. Hearing her voice threw me, I’ll readily admit that. For about a half an hour everything she said…that day…repeated in my head and I had a bit of breakdown…” The look on my face must have clued him in to what I was thinking. “I knew you’d be home soon. That’s why I didn’t call or text. And I didn’t want to upset you at work, on your first day no less. Anyway. After I sorted that bit out, it was on to Mum.” His voice broke, and I squeezed his hands as he inhaled sharply, exhaled deeply, then continued. “I’m crushed, Maude. Absolutely crushed. And I’m so sorry she did what she did and said what she said…the part about you being beneath my station…god how I want to SCREAM at her…but, since Jane is essentially a pathological liar, I can’t be certain she DID say it, so…and here’s where the ‘my fault’ part comes into play, Maude. All I ever told her about the breakup was that Jane said no to my proposal and that I couldn’t in good conscience remain in a relationship after such a rejection, with no clear path forward. That’s all. She hasn’t a clue as to what really happened. If she had, would she have given out my number? Would she have gone to LUNCH with Jane? I’d hope not, but there’s only one way to find out. I have to talk to her. And I have to TELL her. All of it. Including the fact that I know my father was unfaithful. And about my drinking. And about…Claudia. If there’s one concept I’ve firmly grasped over the past few weeks, it’s that without honesty, no relationship is ever…real. Perhaps she’ll learn from my example…inexcusably long delayed as it is…that you don’t have to keep secrets from the people you love. You don’t have to hide your pain, that it’s possible to be free from shame. If she disowns me instead, so be it.”

I let go of his hands and leaned back on the couch. “Good fucking thing I’m sitting down, because that made me kinda feel like I’m going to pass out.”

He slid off the couch and knelt before me, between my legs, hands on my thighs, eyes deeply concerned and slightly confused. “Why?”

My head flopped back against the cushion for a moment, then lifted as I met his gaze. “Because, Thomas. My god. You are this…this…brave, gorgeous, glorious soul. And because…” I pointed at his phone. “That was totally not what I was expecting when I saw your face, and, as absurd as it may sound, I’m…relieved.”

Brow furrowed, he leaned in closer. “What was it you were expecting?”

I bit my lip and looked up at the ceiling, then down and back at him. “I had my own little freak out after you left this morning. Not to make this all about me or anything. But, yeah. Panic attack main course, self-doubt served up on the side. The causal agent, in part…how I was going to deal with it when you told me your therapist thought you’d gotten involved in a serious relationship entirely too soon, and proceeded within it at WAY too quick a pace, so much so that it has the potential to be detrimental to your mental health and that if you wanted to keep moving forward, to actually HEAL, you needed to slow things down. With me. Back away, that sort of thing. Maybe not be in a relationship. At all.”

He reached for my hands, which I’d unconsciously tucked under my arms. “We did discuss that, actually. It was an argument he lost in short order, mainly after I inquired as to how he’d ended up with the mother of the four incredibly lovely children in the photograph on his desk. It was June 12th, 1987, at a U2 concert in Wembley Stadium. He’d just come out of a relationship with his childhood sweetheart who’d cheated on him the entire time she was away at college but thought he should still marry her anyway. While entering the venue, he saw a beautiful young woman in distress, who upon closer inspection turned out to be his ex-fiancé’s former roommate. Her friends were supposed to meet her in the parking lot but she couldn’t find them, and as they were the ones holding her ticket, she couldn’t get inside. As fate would have it, he’d purchased his own tickets prior to his breakup, and was planning on selling the extra one if the opportunity arose. Instead, he invited her to join him.”

“Dude, come on.”

Tom smiled. “All true. At some point while relaying the details he began to tear up, and when he regained his composure he informed me that perhaps he should pay me today, then took a break to order her flowers and make a dinner reservation at the Dorchester.”

Removing my hands from his, I patted both sides of his face. “No one can resist the Hiddescharm.”

“Oh, THAT one I like. Though I have grown quite fond of Hiddlesconda.”

I snickered. “Heh. That makes two of us.”

We sat for a moment, in the stillness, until he broke the silence. “He was very surprised that I’d told you about the pregnancy prior to revealing it to him. I believe it spoke volumes regarding the level of trust that’s between us.” His chin dropped to his chest for a few moments, then lifted. “I hated telling him about the night in San Diego…what I did, what I said. It felt like I was betraying your confidence the entire time, even though I knew I needed to be truthful and most of it was a rehashing of what I’d told him previously over the phone.”

It wasn’t pleasant, knowing that someone other than us knew the particulars of our exchange. But that’s how therapy works. Which is why I’d never been into it, most likely. I’d tried it. Twice. Both times it ended with the practitioner advising me that if I wasn’t going to vebalize anything, there wasn’t any way to help me work through whatever it was I wasn’t verbalizing. “It’s weird, not gonna lie. But that’s the point of having a therapist, right? Tell all, no judgement? If it’s helpful to you in even the smallest way, say whatever you need to, you know?”

He pushed up off the floor and sat next to me on the couch again, eyes staring into mine. “Thanks. I’ll see him again when I feel it’s necessary, but for now…I think I’d rather just talk with you.”

I laughed. “Oh honey, I don’t think you can afford me.”

He chuckled as well, and we slowly retreated into another reticent state.

Placing my hand on his knee, I dove back in. “So. What’s the plan, Stan? Are you going to hold off on confronting your mother until you have some time to…”

Shaking his head, he stood, and I followed, lest I wound up with a sore neck from craning up at him. “I’m thinking of going over there right now, actually. Even though it’s a bit of a hike.”

I placed a hand on his chest. “Well, I’m sorely disappointed that you won’t be cooking me dinner, but it won’t kill me to just order in or something. Or maybe I’ll just go beg the neighbors until they feed me. So, if you want to get it over with, I say go for it.”

The timorous way he placed his hand over mine, along with the pleading glance that accompanied it, clued me in as to what question would tumble out of his mouth next. I beat him to the punch. “Holy fuckamoley, you want me to come with you.”

He nodded, slowly, emphatically.

Plopping back down on the couch, I reached behind my head and tugged nervously on my ponytail. “Tom…I don’t know…I mean, are you sure you want me there? I’ll totally go if you do…that’s not the issue. What IS the issue is that I’m…me. And it’s been clearly established that she does not approve, man. Let’s not forget that I’m a blunt, tell it like it is loose cannon even in the best of times. She’s, like, your family. I do NOT want to fuck that up for you.”

He leaned over, grasped me by the elbows, my forearms resting upon his, and pulled me to my feet. “Maude, you’re my family, too. We’re a matched set. Two halves of a whole. If she can’t accept either of us for who we are…” Tears had begun to stream down his cheeks. “And it’s already fucked up. Aside from all the unknowns, it’s an indisputable fact that she gave Jane my phone number. Which means she wanted her to get in touch with me, though she was aware that our relationship was at a level wherein I’d decided to ask you to live with me. Her blatant disregard for that, my feelings, your feelings…I simply cannot condone it. I hope I can manage to forgive it. If that’s what family means to her, manipulation and judgement…is that something I need in my life? I love her, Maude. So much. I’ve always respected her, her opinions, her strength…this just…it’s…”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his head to my chest, rocking him as he wept, his voice hoarse and muffled as he spoke between sobs.

“They were close, her and Jane. She loved Jane, thought she was the end all be all of possible mates for me. When I told her things were over between us, she was actually worried about how Jane was taking it. And she thought I was behaving impulsively and being incredibly foolish, letting such a good woman go just because she wasn’t ready to marry me…I believe her words were along the lines of ‘Thomas, you’re rushing into this and she’s not ready. Have some patience. Give her the time she needs. You couldn’t ask for a better partner. She’s worth the wait.’ And I couldn’t be angry with her, because she didn’t know. I just kept on pretending. She didn’t know I was dying inside.”

Smoothing his hair, I kissed the top of his head as his sobbing escalated, rendering him unable to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I know. I know. It’s okay. You’ll tell her, and she’ll understand. It’s okay.” I didn’t know if that was true, but it was what I hoped would happen, and what he needed to hear in order to walk out the flat door and face it all.

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He’d calmed down enough over the course of the next fifteen minutes to call Diana in order to make sure she was home. I could hear the delight in her voice when he said he’d be on his way over shortly, as soon as he got the car from the parking garage on Marylebone Road, located just a brief walk from York Street. There was no mention of me, which was an unexpected bright spot, as we’d decided if she asked he’d confirm I was coming along. This shifted it to a matter of don’t ask, don’t tell, which I was vastly more comfortable with. The dread I’d felt at the prospect of meeting her was still lurking under the surface, but my desire to support Tom as he’d supported me in New Orleans overrode the circuitry of fear. And, her bullshit had really pissed me off, which always gave me an extra boost of kickass bitchery.

Opting to take the Jaguar instead of public transportation seemed a better fit, since Oxford was nearly sixty miles away and the amount of time we’d be spending there was impossible to ascertain. Tom’s parking spot was on the second level, and when I saw the black F-Type Coupe I grabbed the sleeve of his Henley and shook it wildly.

“Can I drive? Please? Can I? Is it a STICK? It’s so PRETTY and I bet it’s so fucking FAST…shit.” I looked down at my walking boot. “I can’t drive anything. God. Damn. It.”

He chuckled. “I’d no idea you liked fast cars, Maude. Such a pity you’re incapacitated.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you. I’m not, like, INTO fast cars, per se, but I like going fast IN cars. And that one there screams GAS PEDAL FLOOR GO MAUDE GO.”

His chuckled transitioned into a loud burst of laughter. “Well, now you’re NEVER driving it.” He opened the driver side door for me, and then I remembered that this was England and thus it was actually the passenger side door. “Hmm, you thought for a moment I was going to let you try it out, didn’t you?”

I held my hand up to his face, palm towards him. “Shush up and let me sink into the butter-soft white leather interior, jerky.” And oh, it WAS. Everything was modern, tons of gadgetry, a large display…I would have sworn the seat reached out and embraced me as I pushed back into it. “Look at THAT, it IS a stick shift. Real rough life you have, Tom.”

He folded himself into the driver seat, all legs and arms and an inordinate amount of grace. My eyes roamed around the car, calculating if there was room to fuck. Possibly, but a feat for when I wasn’t wearing pants for sure. When I met his gaze he was smirking. “I’ll have you know I had to essentially hang out of a helicopter while appearing to calmly sip a cup of lukewarm tea in order to earn this particular reward. And we are definitely going to give it a whirl at some point.”

Shaking my head, I shrugged, pretending to be confused. “Give what a whirl?”

“Don’t play coy with me. I saw that look.”

“What look?”

“THE look. You were trying to figure out if there was room for us to go at it in here.”

I feigned innocence. “I was not.”

He reached over and cupped my right breast, thumbing the rock hard nipple he’d discovered through the fabric of my shirt and bra. “Liar.”

Rolling my eyes, I pushed his hand away and down onto the gearshift. “Fine. I’m a big fat liar who desperately wants to fuck you in the Jag. Happy? Now drive, Thomas. Christ.”

Our route was a nearly a straight shot, the A40 to the M40 which turned back into the A40, neither of which I’d had the pleasure of being on previously. I spent most of the ride staring out the window, trying to not be too much of a gawking tourist. The countryside as we passed through Buckinghamshire was a postcard come to life, as was Oxfordshire. Tom served as my guide, advising which town was which and pointing out landmarks of note. With another forty five minutes or so to go, my attention shifted to Jane, teeth grinding as I replayed her message in my head, dissecting it bit by bit.

“Tom?”

He reached over and rested his hand on my thigh, eyes moving from the road to my face for a few seconds. “Something on your mind, love?”

“That message. Cool if we talk about Jane?”

Nodding, he began sliding his hand up and down. “Definitely.”

I rotated my body sideways a smidge, the closest I could get to facing him. “You said you know exactly what she’s trying to do. And I think I do as well…it’s kind of obvious. Get you back. That’s the ‘what’. The thing I’m curious about is the WHY. Solely for her own gain, I’m sure. But what happened to Idris and all the mature fan base beneficial for her career bullshit? You’ve achieved a higher echelon of fame over the past year, and you have so many projects that’ll be released over the next, so those will boost you up even further, which she must find enticing, but in my opinion wider appeal means a more diverse fan base and, most likely, more of what she didn’t like about it in the first place. Is it I Saw the Light? Does she want to steer you in the direction of pursuing a musical career? I…you know I’m all about logic, and this is just so NOT….”

“Idris. I don’t think that panned out quite the way she expected. I saw him, after, when we shot some scenes for Age of Ultron.”

My mouth gaped open, left hand reaching out to slap the dash. “Fuck, seriously? God, I’m so sorry…how did you…what did…”

Shrugging, he removed his hand from my thigh in order to downshift. “I focused on being Loki and not being…Tom…for the better part of our time together. We did all go out for drinks the night before he left to go back to his stint in Ibiza, and after our tenth round of shots I asked him how she was, intent on instigating an altercation, chiefly because I hoped he’d kill me and put an end my misery. He didn’t remember her at first, until I described her as a record executive and referenced the event we’d attended. His reply, and I’m paraphrasing here, was ‘Oh, her. That’s one crazy bitch, Tommy. She said you’d broken up but were still going on your vacation together because it was non-refundable or some shit, where was it? Bora Bora? She came over to my place that night…a decent enough one-nighter that it turned into a fortnighter after she got back. Just a good time, you know? She thought it was more, though. Started calling me her boyfriend, making plans, acting all controlling…I ran in the opposite direction as fast as my size twelves could carry me, let me tell you. Woman stalked me for WEEKS afterward, Tommy. Constant texts, calls…finally had to block her. She even turned up at a few of my gigs. Totally mental. I’d thought about using her for my album, but after that, no fucking way. I’ve got enough lady problems, if you know what I’m saying. Heard she’s losing artists left and right lately, too. So that’s two bullets I dodged, mate.’ The rest of that night’s one big blur, though I do recall puking in the parking lot.”

I rested my head in my hands for a good minute, processing what their exchange must have done to him, then extended my hand and grasped his shoulder. “I am SO sorry for bringing her up. Like you aren’t upset enough as it is…oy.”

“Please don’t be sorry. If nothing else, relaying it makes me lean towards thinking that she duped my mother just like she has everyone else. Which makes me feel a tad less murderous.”

I snorted. “Well, I feel vastly MORE murderous. And I’m still sorry. What I said about her being a cunt? She’s an affront to cunts. I’m searching the database of my extensive vocabulary and I can’t find a word that…”

His shoulder began to shake in my grip and at first, I thought he’d begun to cry, but when I leaned forward to obtain a better view of his face I realized he was trying very, very hard not to laugh. Which made me start to giggle, which caused HIM to let the eheheheheh he’d been biting back spring free.

“Affront to cunts. Tremendous. Shakespearean, nearly.” He kissed me, fleetingly, eyes back on the road instantly. “Whether it’s your objective or not, you always manage to lighten the mood, my love. Thank you.”

Taking my hand off his shoulder, I relaxed back into my seat. “It’s my pleasure to entertain you, Thomas. Any chance there’s a McDonald’s around here or something?”

“Not here, but there is one up the line not far from my mother’s place. Want to stop there first?”

“Do they have hamburgers?”

“Are you joking?”

“I’m not from here, remember? And I’ve never been anywhere other than London. I have no idea how the rest of the country lives.”

“Did you notice the cows we’ve passed along the way?”

“I did.”

“Then it should be no surprise that McDonalds does indeed have hamburgers.”

“Okay, one, I don’t think they buy local. Two, they were all black and white.”

“So?”

“TOM, those are DAIRY cows.”

“I knew that.”

I patted his thigh. “Of course you did. Mmm, now I want a milkshake.”

“Knew that too.”

“That I actually believe.”

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I was still slurping said milkshake when we entered North Hinskey Village, turned right and traversed down a road of what I could only think to call country estates. Large pieces of property, elegant older homes, beautiful gardens. Tom turned left and onto a long driveway, up a slight hill, then parked in front a two-car garage, next to a white Range Rover. He frowned momentarily, then turned to me, smiling.

“Here we are. Where I grew up.”

The house was huge, the garage on the far right, that and the rest of the structure all light tan painted brick with black roofing tiles. I set my milkshake carefully in the cup holder as he came around to open my door, and we walked along the front of the house, past a small section that jutted out fifteen feet or so, then onto the covered porch with white double doors, windows to either side of them, eight rectangles framed in white. Most of the other windows were framed with wood, a medium toned oak. Tom rang the bell, his other hand entwined with mine, and we waited for the games to begin.

Almost immediately, the door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a light pink, long-sleeved button down shirt, khaki slacks, light pink Crocs on her feet. There was so much of Tom in her face it made me do a double take, and I wondered if his hair would turn that same shade of white as he aged. Hers was straight, though, styled in a modified bob that stopped just short of her chin. The expression she wore transitioned from overjoyed when she saw Tom to stunned when she noticed me next to him, then to annoyed, finally settling upon professionally detached. None of us spoke, and Tom had just let go of my hand and stepped forward to embrace his mother when a door slamming gave him pause. Footsteps sounded across the white tile foyer behind Diana, and a voice rang out, one that I recognized instantaneously as Tom grabbed hold of my hand once more, squeezing it tightly.

“Diana? Did I hear the doorbell? Is he here?” She appeared from the right and stopped next to Diana, taller than me and slender as a reed, straight, dark blonde hair hanging loose on her shoulders, clad in a light coral wrap around shirt, the tops of her ridiculously perky breasts bulging out of the V, tight white shorts that barely reached the middle of her darkly tanned, impossibly toned thighs, wedged espadrilles on her feet. A vision of those thighs wrapping around Tom’s waist wormed its way into my brain, partially erased by the feel of his breath in my ear as he whispered an apology. She came to an abrupt halt in front of us, smiling widely with her perfectly white teeth. “Hello, Thomas. I’m so happy you’re here. Wonderful to see you again…you grow more attractive with every passing moment, I’m beginning to think.” She turned her head, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down derisively. “And you must be…Maude.”

Channeling all of the righteous anger I felt into making her understand from the very start that I knew the truth of all she’d done to the man at my side, I replied without missing a beat, eyes narrowed, a devious smirk upon my lips. “And you must be Jane.” I leaned forward several inches, smirk all but gone, glaring. “Tom’s told me SO MUCH about you.” I’d over-emphasized the words ‘so much’ in such a way that they sounded capitalized, pausing between them for effect, smirk returning, widened, as I finished the sentence.

Diana stepped backward a foot, waving us in, but Tom remained in place as if rooted to the spot, only his head moving as he rotated it to face Jane. His voice was several octaves lower than normal, clipped, and tainted by an underlying fury.

“Why are you here?” Not leaving her an opportunity to answer, Tom turned his attention back to Diana, a finger pointing in Jane’s direction as he spoke. “Why is she here?”

Diana sighed. “Come inside and we’ll talk, Thomas. Please. Let’s not do this on the patio.”

Tom uprooted himself and took a single step forward towards her. “I asked you a question, Mum. Why the fuck is she here?”

“She’s here because I phoned her after we spoke to let her know you were coming up. I hadn’t the slightest idea you’d be bringing…her.” The tiniest of sneers curled her upper lip as she cast her gaze upon me. “Now will you please come inside? I don’t particularly want the neighbors knowing all my business.”

“Well I don’t particularly want to step foot in your house as long as she’s…” He gestured in Jane’s direction with his thumb. “…still in it, but I’m the sort of person who respects the wishes of others…unlike SOME people…so, fine. Inside it is.” He pulled me gently forward and to the left, leaving room for Diana to quickly close the doors.

She reached out and touched his arm, then pulled it away as if burned when she looked up at his face. “Tom, please, don’t be angry with me. She just wants to talk. You were together for a year. You were going to marry her. Give her a chance to tell you how she feels. Don’t you think you owe her at least that much?”

Tom let go of my hand, then moved to stand in front of me, left hand lifting my chin high. His lips met mine, tongue running over them, and I opened my mouth when he sought entrance. He pulled away as we grew breathless, speaking softly. “Maude, I’d like to apologize in advance for the behavior I’m about to display. And if the urge should strike you, do feel free to chime in, my love, my life.”

He turned around, leaving me with a view of his very tense back muscles as they rippled beneath his Henley until I shifted sideways so I could see past him. “I. Owe. Jane. Nothing. NOTHING. Not one fucking thing.” Gesturing in my direction with this thumb this time, he leaned in until his face was less than a foot from Diana’s. “Now. First off, ‘her’ has a name. It’s Maude. Please have the common courtesy to use it going forward. Second, whether you like it, approve of it, or whatEVER, I love her more than anything in this world, we’re together, and we’re going to remain as such no matter what schemes you concoct to make it otherwise. Love her, like her, dislike her or hate her…that’s your choice. I love you, Mum, but you CANNOT disrespect her again after this day if you want me to continue to be a part of your life. Is that clear?”

Diana stood motionless, still as a statue.

“I’m so upset, Mum. Downright devastated. I can’t believe that you’d stoop so low as give my number out to Jane, aiding and abetting someone like her, hoping you could get us back together because, due to reasons I, for the life of me, cannot fucking understand, you don’t approve of a woman you’ve never even MET.”

Her finger wagged in his face. “I may not have met her, but I’ve seen enough things online for me to safely say I know her TYPE, Thomas. She’ll ruin your reputation, your career…all of it. Everything you’ve worked so hard for. Nothing good will come of it, mark my words. She only wants you for what you can do for her, not because she cares for you. Now Jane, she LOVES you, Tom. She always has. The only reason she rejected your proposal was because she wasn’t quite ready. You rushed her, and even though she still wanted to be with you, you threw her away.”

The irony of her statements, how the very opposite was true, was not lost on me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Jane smiling like the Cheshire cat, and I wanted to fuck her up in the worst way. Tom’s half bark, half sob laugh drew my attention away from her.

“Is that what she told you, then, Mum? How long has she been feeding you this line of shit, anyway? The entire time? She’s a fucking LIAR.” He spun and took three steps, putting himself right in front of Jane. “Would you care to tell her the real reason I proposed in such a hurry, or shall I do the honors?”

Jane’s face twisted into a mask of sorrow. “Oh Tom, please don’t. That’s our personal, private business. It’s too painful. I wanted to talk about it with you, about everything, but…not like this. I still love you, so much, but…I can’t bear it. I promise, I’ll leave you and her alone, just please…don’t.” She reached for his hand, and he exploded.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME. DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

Tom’s eyes were wild, and it was as if Loki had apparated into our midst. As he spun round to spill all to Diana, Jane slipped in under the wire, bleating out three words dripping with despair.

“I was pregnant.”

Diana’s face fell, jaw dropping open, her hand flying up to cover her mouth after she gasped loudly.

Tears had begun to slide slowly down Jane’s cheeks. “We found out a few weeks before we went to Bora Bora, and I was so happy, even though I was sick nearly the entire time. When we got back I felt even worse and rested at my place for almost two days straight. When I went to see Tom again, he surprised me with dinner, candles, and a ring. Dealing with the prospect of becoming a mum had already been weighing on me, and I wanted to wait a bit before making another huge decision. He said if I didn’t answer then, we were done. Then he kicked me out. I miscarried the very next day, and the doctor at the clinic…” She’d begun sobbing. “He said it was directly related to all the emotional stress.”

Diana moved to comfort her, mumbling ‘oh you poor, poor dear’ but Tom blocked her path, turning his back to her in order to face Jane again, his rage escalating, like a pot of water boiling over and sizzling as it washed over the stove burner.

“YOU FUCKING LYING, CHEATING, BITCH!” He was inches from her face, screaming. “TELL. HER. THE. TRUTH!”

She cowered, stepping backward, and Diana pushed herself in between them. “Thomas William Hiddleston, what is WRONG with you? Stop this, at once! How dare you treat her this way, after all she’s been through?”

His words came out in a growl. “After all SHE’S been through? Fuck that. Lies. All of it. Want to know how it really went, Mum? She was unfaithful to me. Twice. First with Ben, right after I left on the Dark World press tour, for which I stupidly forgave her, and then with Idris, right before we left for Bora Bora. While she was pregnant with my child. She laughed when I proposed and told me she’d never really loved me, not enough, anyway, to stay with me, because my fans were damaging her reputation. That our entire relationship was nothing more than a well calculated plan right from the start, because she thought dating me would be BENEFICIAL to her career. She let me think that we were starting a family together, that I was going to become a father, all because she didn’t want to miss out on a free trip to Bora Bora. She didn’t have a miscarriage, she had an ABORTION. One she’d arranged for the very day after we learned she was pregnant. I begged her not to do it, told her I’d raise the baby on my own, but she insisted on terminating because she didn’t think Idris would have her otherwise. And would you like to know how long their ‘relationship’ lasted? Two fucking weeks! TWO WEEKS! A life extinguished, for a fuckfest that lasted TWO WEEKS.” His voice cracked on the last word, and I knew he was fighting back a bevy of raw emotions, rage, sorrow, pain…too many, and too much. He flinched when I stepped forward and placed my hand on his lower back, then relaxed and pushed back against it.

Jane shook her head rapidly. “He’s the one who’s lying. He just doesn’t want Maude to know what kind of person he REALLY is.”

A little voice in my head whispered to me that she’d used a word that seemed out of place, and I hoped with some fancy footwork on my part I could trip her up. The time to chime in had come.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘clinic’? Things must work differently here, I guess…when I miscarried, I had to go to the hospital emergency department. Not a clinic. Those are for STD screening, annual gynecological exams, birth control and…elective procedures. Never emergency care.”

Tom’s head pivoted towards me, eyes narrowed at first, widening as he cycled back through the conversation and realized what I was up to. “No, things are the same here. Exactly the same.”

Jane’s hands were balled into fists at her side. “I meant A&E. I misspoke. And it was my personal doctor that I saw a week later for a re-check who mentioned that stress was the cause.”

He turned back to her. “Is that so? Funny, that’s not where you directed me to go in order to leave a blood sample for our paternity test…you sent me to the BPAS Willesden.” Diana let out a small squeak. Jane’s sobbing had ceased, face now pale, a mask of calm that was betrayed by the furious fire in her eyes as he continued. “They said they’d have to send it out, but I do have a copy of the permission form I completed there. Which bears your signature as well, written with blue ink on the original. Their name and logo appears in the header, and it clearly indicates that three samples were being included for testing.”

I raised my hand, as If I were an overly curious school student. “What does BPAS stand for?

Surprisingly, it was Diana who answered me. “British Pregnancy Advisory Service. They’re a charity organization that provides affordable services to prevent or end unwanted pregnancies with contraception or by abortion.”

Jane pointed at Tom. “I did NOT have an abortion. I went to the BPAS the next day to have my sample done. They didn’t do it at A&E. That’s why I was there and when I signed. The baby’s was sent from the hospital.”

I whistled, low and long. “You are TENACIOUS, Jane, I’ll give you that. All the plotting and planning…christ in a sidecar…”

Diana, surprising me yet again, interrupted. “Which A&E, Jane? What was the date? The day?”

Jane’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she desperately tried to fabricate the answers, but she hesitated just a moment too long for Diana’s taste. “I’ve had a miscarriage of my own, and those are questions that require no thought when answering. You remember, that and all of it. Always.” She glanced my way, and I gave her a single nod before speaking.

“Tulane Medical Center. September 21st, 1996. Saturday. Doctor confirmed it for me at 7:42 PM.”

Diana met my gaze, very briefly, then looked down at the floor. “John Radcliffe Hospital. 14th of May, 1984. I’d been carrying twins.” Tom’s back muscles clenched under my hand, and I knew he’d had no prior knowledge of her experience. Raising her eyes, chin set resolutely in a way I recognized all too well, she placed one hand on her hip and pointed the index finger of the other at Jane. “You. Out of my house, right this very second.”

Jane was fake-crying once more, delicate little hiccupping sobs. “It’s still so fresh for me, and I’m so upset I couldn’t think…”

Tom’s left hand reached out to me, and I let my right hand slip across his back, then entirely off, in order to grasp it. His voice was calm now, wistful, yet dripping with disdain as he stared down the woman who had tossed aside a miracle as if it were of no more consequence than the wrapping on a two-year-old’s birthday gift.

“19th of June, 2014. It was a Thursday. 11:37 AM.” He inhaled sharply. “That’s when you texted me those words…’it’s done’. Still have the whole message, by the way. On my old phone.”

As if someone had flipped a switch, Jane’s carefully constructed façade disappeared and what I saw in its place made me glad she hadn’t continued with the pregnancy, as awful as that may seem. She reminded me of my mother, and the thought of her parenting Tom’s child caused a bitter chill to work its way up and down my spine.

She turned on her heel, walked through the wood-framed opening into what I assumed was the kitchen, located directly opposite the front entrance, then grabbed a white Coach bag off the table and returned, striding past us toward the double doors. Stopping as she laid a hand on one of the pulls, she turned back, smirking.

“Oh well. Worth a try, you know? Who doesn’t want to be on the arm of a hot as fuck rising star, even if he’s an insecure, needy mama’s boy underneath it all? And, I must admit I’ve missed the incredible sex.” She shrugged. “But, I’m sure I can do better.” She pointed at me. “And Tom, if that’s what you’d rather have on your arm…” Another shrug. “All your loss, darling.”

A malicious grin spread across Tom’s face. “Oh, no, believe me, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s entirely my GAIN. I should thank you profusely for being such a vile, callous, lying scumbag. If you hadn’t done what you did, I would have never met Maude. She is unquestionably who I’d rather have on my arm. And in my bed. Lord, what she does to me…you were nothing more than an inflatable doll in comparison, darling. Artificial, cold, dry, silent…” He shuddered violently. “Looking back on our, erm, experiences…it leaves me, dare I say, feeling quite…deflated.”

I roared with laughter, raising my left hand to high-five him. “Someone better call the fire department because…THAT BURN!” Stepping forward, I leaned in as menacingly as I could muster, my eyes zeroing in on hers. “What you did to him…I don’t know how you live with yourself. Or how you sleep at night. Probably lots of expensive wine, I’d assume. Or maybe it doesn’t bother you at all. Not now, anyway. But when you’re an old woman, dying all alone because you’ve fucked over everyone you’ve ever met, hurt the people who actually cared about you…it is my fondest wish that in those moments, which go on for what I hope will seem like CENTURIES, that then, THEN it bothers you. That you regret everything. That you wish you could change it. That you’re terrified, the entire time right up until the very end, and just as you think you’ve found peace, at that point, you begin to see all their faces, one by one, over and over, even as the light dims and you take your last breath.” I stood up straight, left hand on my hip. “And be aware that in the event of a zombie apocalypse, I’ll be coming for your skinny ass. When I find you, and have no doubt that I will, I’m going to tear out your fucking heart with my bare hands and stomp it flat while you look on.”

She flung open the door and walk-jogged down the driveway, and Tom rested his chin on my shoulder, speaking quietly.

“But what about the Carnegie Deli cheesecake, Maude?”

I sighed heavily, touching my temple to his. “I guess now it’ll have to be my second stop.”

#your light in the mist #chapter 29

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bewareofchris · 6 years

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Macaroons and Sex

PG-13 | Bucky/Tony | all Canon events?

a/n so obviously this isn’t a full story, just a bit of fun exploring the idea from this post. Set directly have the bombing in Civil War, before the other bullshit

VIENNA

Tony had seen men jumping to conclusion before, but he couldn’t pinpoint a finer leap than the one the mass of blustery government men made to get from point a (a grainy bit of security video) to point b (the return of the Winter Soldier). They could have made a go at Olympic Pole Vaulting, they didn’t even need the poles.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said he, the civilian non-combatant that was only present as a courtesy and a just in case. Tony was a nice smiling face for the public, an important figure in support of the Accords, but he wasn’t there to make choices about what men they were going to kill on sight. “What software are you using to enhance the footage?”

The technician, sweating bullets in his seat, had never been so offended in the whole of his short professional career. Here was a young man with integrity, a young man with morals, a young man that had just uncovered the sort of thing that made a career. Here was a man who was going to sail by for weeks never having to buy a drink, retelling the story of how he’d enhanced that video you saw on the news. He’d brought down the Winter Soldier, the notorious Hydra assassin.

“Do you have something useful to add, Mr. Stark?” The fussy little man to his direct left was something of an intermediary, the man that was here like a placeholder for men who knew more about these sorts of things. This was another man working to make his career be more memorable than his current record of sixteen trips from his desk to the company water cooler in a single day.

Tony had something of great significance to add; it was just that he wasn’t about to go off and throw gasoline on this pile of bullshit. “Get me someone with clearance, someone that— If I find out that you,” he pointed at the sweaty technician making puddles in his seat, “leaked this footage to the press?” He didn’t add a threat because men were good enough at threatening themselves. “And you, Hagget, get me someone in charge. I’ve got to make a phone call.”

It was two phone calls, actually. The first one to Natasha, doing a credible impersonation of a person who couldn’t be rattled by something as simple as near death by bombing. “Why are you calling me?”

“I was concerned?”

“Why are you really calling?”

Oh, well, because he knew Steve’s phone number but he needed just a little time, just a tiny, insignificant bit of time left before he had to go through the whole pleasant ordeal of talking to the man. Because he’d always preferred to rip the bandage off in one go rather than drawing it out. “I need Steve, find him and convince him to meet me. I’ll text you the address.”

“Steve is at a funeral.”

The TV was interrupting their conversations to announce breaking news. The drippy technician had abandoned his seat in search of towels (or shelter), and there was no way to stop the shitstorm that was about to follow. “Someone’s framing Bucky, Natasha. Get to Steve before he does something we can’t fix.”

If Natasha wanted to know more (and she always did) she didn’t have the opportunity to ask before he hung up the phone.

The second one started like this, “oh hi honey,” said with a smile, in front of an audience of nosy ears and big-fat-eyes, all of them hoping to find out something worth repeating. (Whatever happened to integrity in this day and age? Whatever happened to keeping secrets that needed keeping?)

“I’m watching the news.” Bucky had a quality to his voice, this unique quietness that came out when he experienced stress that hit too close to his chest. It was the sound of a man who had no hope of escaping his past, the one that knew he had a bomb strapped to his chest. “So, are you calling to ask me if I did it? Or to tell me to go quietly when the taskforce gets here?”

Tony was too smart to ask either. Smart enough to have security cameras and smart enough to know that even if it were in Bucky’s best interest he wouldn’t go down without a fight. That was just animal instinct. “I think it’s about time we shared the good news.”

Bucky was sighing, probably shaking his head, probably trying to work out exactly how they’d gotten here from where they started. How they could have ended up on opposites sides of a transatlantic call, watching the same news footage splash plausible theories as facts across the screen. “Steve’s not going to like this.”

“I’ve taken care of that.”

“I didn’t mean me the frame up—which,” verged on being impressed, “is a very good job. I meant the good news—are you being watched?”

“All the time,” Tony answered. “I’ll call you back.”

“Watch your face,” Bucky said.

The man in charge, the man with clearance, the man that Tony had demanded to talk to was Everett K Ross (no relation, just unfortunate coincidence) a man who stood an impressive five foot seven and used every inch to convey fight me. The rest of the room was filler, secretaries and agents and—

Natasha leading Steve in like a misbehaving mule. The idiot was carrying a hat crushed in his fist, with sunglasses folded into the neckline of his shirt. Behind him was his new best friend, looking like the two of them had just been doing the least credible version of acting casual any two people could possibly have managed. Natasha left them near an easy exit, put her hands on Tony’s arm to pull his attention sideways so she could whisper, “I hope you appreciate how difficult it was to get him here, what the hell are you doing?”

Tony was ripping off the bandage. “If I could get your attention—this won’t take very long at all, if I could just get everyone to look here. Miss—if you could put down the palm pilot, and you if you could look up from the phone, right so— James Barnes did not bomb the UN Complex. You’ve got the wrong man.”

That was met with various responses, confusion, outrage, a wide assortment of slow blinks and sideglances. They made the rounds, people trying to figure out how Tony could possibly have known but none of them more confused and angrier about this announcement than Everett K. Ross himself. “I’m sorry, how could you possibly know that?”

Cap might have been more confused, but he wasn’t angrier. He was holding that in, waiting to see where this was going to go.

“For one, this video,” Tony said. “That can’t be admissible in court. What program did you use to enhance that? It’s just filling in the spaces it can’t make out clearly. We see half his face? That could be anyone.”

“It could be James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, a Hydra Agent that specialized in—

(There was Cap’s anger, like indignant indigestion, coming up from his gut.)

“It really couldn’t have been,” Tony said. (No, and why was that.)

“Why?” Mr. Ross asked. “If you don’t have a good, viable, intelligent reason why it couldn’t have been him we are going to proceed from this point under the assu—”

Well that would have been outcome even less ideal than the one they found themselves in at the moment. The whole room was full of men that were dying to know what he was going to say, a great sea of eyes staring right at his face, but Tony was looking back at Steve. Right at his stupid face (right at the man who still hadn’t told him what he’d found out about how Tony’s parents died). Tony lifted his phone just high enough to be sure it had been successful in establishing a link to all the screens in the room, he flicked it forward to broadcast the signal he’d queued up.

There it was. Repeated on every screen around the room, cell phones and computer screens and TVs, there was Bucky fucking Barnes, with an empty chip bag on the table in front of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching the imposter on the news replaying over-and-over-and over.

“Because I found Mr. Barnes eight months ago. That’s my penthouse in New York, real time footage. I don’t now who bombed the UN, but it wasn’t him.”

Everett K. Ross was speechless, searching for a way to express you’re harboring a war criminal and well fuck me I was wrong and we have no idea whose responsible. His anger was cooling off as his confusion overheated.

But Steve, oh Steve was looking at Tony like a man who was plotting the perfect murder.

(Watch your face, Bucky had said.) Tony thumbed the screen to kill the feed and cleared his throat, “so,” he said. “Maybe we should figure out who is responsible.”

#Macaroons and Sex

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hostprince · 7 years

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tamaki x kyoya? if you don't ship that then how about tamaki x haruhi / v \;;

MEME [ ACCEPTING && ANSWERED ] @ksakurazuka

It is actually my main ship at the moment with @hostlord and considering this and it being a s p e c i a l case I will probably answer these questions in regards to said ship, unless they are unable to be answered due to unfinished plots. Then I will put in my own two cents! I have another Tamaki x Haruhi request in my inbox anyway that I have yet to answer next so it looks like you’ll get both of your answers!

( Kyoya && Tamaki. )

How did they they meet? Tamaki and Kyoya were formally introduced to one another when Tamaki first arrives to Ouran Academy and is placed in the same class as Kyoya. He has never made any other friends back in France, due to his dedication to taking care of his ill mother, making Kyoya his very first.Who developed romantic feelings first? It’s hard to say with this pairing, but I could imagine it going either way, or even winding up a mutual thing. In this case, it happened to turn out that way, both having harbored their feelings for one another, thinking the other was not interested.Who is their biggest “shipper?” I’m not really quite sure what this implies but i’m guessing you’re speaking of someone who is supportive of their relationship. If that’s so then surprisingly enough I could imagine Renge to find them to be a very fitting and charming couple, despite her initial crush on Kyoya and overall opinion on Tamaki. She obviously loves yaoi pairings, being the stereotypical otaku so I would say she is definitely a fan. However, I always imagined Kyoya’s sister, Fuyumi to always have had the hunch and finds Tamaki and Kyoya unfathomably adorable, often teasing Kyoya for it or wanting to be a present figure in their relationship.When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? Kyoya kisses Tamaki out of desperation to express his feelings and not knowing how after Tamaki manages to pry said feelings out of him and it is on a quiet afternoon in the club room when no one else is around. When Tamaki responds to his kiss, he is initially shocked, but returns the gesture, albeit a little clumsily, knocking him into a piano. He is a new bloomer as far as romance goes. Who confessed their feelings first? Tamaki is the initiator but Kyoya was the first to begin dropping hints to see Tamaki’s reactions. He confesses to him first in every respect, letting Tamaki know that he likes him, asking Tamaki out and eventually confessing that he loves him, though Tamaki is clearly the more affectionate of the two. What was their first official date? They haven’t gone on any dates yet persay but they’re planning a trip to some waterfalls with the rest of the club in honor of their customers, where they may have a private moment together in which the two of them will get to enjoy a peaceful boat ride together. Tamaki has also initiated a date once before as a means to pay him back for taking him to so many tourist attractions in the early stages of their friendship but is unsure where Kyoya would like to be taken.How do they feel about double dates/group dates? I imagine them to be pretty comfortable with this idea actually, once they’re finally out to the entire club, seeing as they are dating in secret, though they would have to remain cautious, in case they should run into anyone affiliated with their fathers. What do they do in their down time? When it comes to quality time spent they are both pretty easy to please. They won’t complain as long as they’re in each other’s company and are a fairly humble couple I would say. Tamaki is even just content watching Kyoya do his homework, always the first to finish his own since he is less of a perfectionist. But most of the time it’s just the simple things like wandering the gardens together or inviting one another to each other’s home over the weekends where they share meals, cuddle, discuss, get frisky. One thing is certain, they are definitely the type to engage in playful banter, no matter what they may be doing. And Kyoya has recently revealed to Tamaki that he paints portraits of him in his art studio so he is able to visit there any time!What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? This is probably unlikely to happen anytime soon, and when it does occur, it will be pretty disastrous for the both of them. Tamaki’s father is more likely to be accepting however, and may possibly be able to talk some sense into Kyoya’s, if only slightly and only if Tamaki can gain his sympathy. He will find Tamaki foolish but will certainly not disown him like Kyoya’s father will do to him. Tamaki’s grandmother however would react to this ordeal very harshly, though his mother on the other hand adores Kyoya and finds them to be a lovely couple, probably likely to befriend Fuyumi as well. What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? Their first fight wasn’t exactly a fight, but it would have to be Kyoya’s little breakdown in the beginning of their friendship. Ever since then it has been smooth sailing for Kyoya. More recently however, Tamaki was upset with Kyoya for stealing his teddy bear, Kuma-chan, a gift from his mother, in revenge for stealing seven of his shirts, though they didn’t exactly fight persay. Which one is more easily made jealous? More likely Kyoya, though Tamaki is known to be equally possessive. Kyoya has admitted that he becomes jealous of their customers, while Tamaki only ponders the idea of jealousy, and feels it on occasion when he is being extra observant of Kyoya. What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Tamaki prefers to eat the Ootori family’s homemade cooking than to go out, enjoying the family-feel and Kyoya eventually plans to teach him some cooking skills soon so that he can cook for Kyoya as well, Kyoya having offered one morning, giving them more excuses to spend time together. Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? Tamaki initially, though he has recently recruited Kyoya into becoming more cuddly in nature. I imagine Kyoya likes to spoon Tamaki, whether it be at night, in the morning or the well afternoon, but he does pull him into his lap pretty often. Are they hand holders? Definitely, any chance that they can get.How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? They wound up in bed together together fairly quickly, so I think it’s safe to say that they move pretty fast, but it is considering their dedicated years of friendship, and is partly due to Tamaki’s excessive need for affection, as well as Kyoya being pretty suppressed and them both being so inexperienced. They trust one another a great deal, Tamaki the initiator in this case to start off with.Who tops? Kyoya, though I consider Tamaki to be something of a switch. He will please him any which way!What’s the worst fight they’ve ever gotten into? They surprisingly don’t fight very often. This reason being, they complement each other well. When Kyoya is upset Tamaki is able to reason with him and vise-versa, so you could say they are able to handle one another’s temperaments pretty well! Who does the shopping and the cooking? Kyoya. Tamaki would become far too unreasonably distracted, though he does try to help out the best way he can. I think at some point Kyoya would probably offer him to stay home, in a nice manner so as to not raise any suspicions or cause a sensitive reaction from Tamaki. Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Kyoya, without a doubt.Who proposes? Kyoya. They are totally not secretly engaged…wait what?Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? I think they would prefer to have that jointed and would enjoy it together rather than separately, smirking at each other every so often, or getting mildly jealous, only to take it out on each other in bed later.Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Tamaki refuses to pick one twin over the other, so he just decides to make Mori his best man instead, causing the twins to complain, and tells Kyoya he has to make Haruhi his best man since she is still considered a male host in a sense. Big Ceremony or Small? Tamaki is go big or go home but would settle for something small and quaint if Kyoya so desired.Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Europe, where they visit all of the many cities and eventually are lucky enough to run into his mother, Kyoya having tracked her down somehow for Tamaki. Do they have children? How many? I don’t think children would be on their mind necessarily, they would have Antoinette to keep them company, but eventually perhaps they run across a child with no home and they take them in as their own, maybe a few more after that. They would take the lesser fortunate under their wing, both being the compassionate type, though Kyoya hides it well. Tamaki would constantly joke with Kyoya as well, telling him that he wants his babies, or constantly asking for one.

#ksakurazuka #♡ –––– * ✧ ❛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ( ANS )#wipes sweat from face #i put so much thought into this #and i have like four more in my inbox #je sus #please love them #kyotama

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Reading Sterek: Valentines Edition

Secret Valentine by HEXXUS / @omnomcurlyfries 603 G

Derek’s got a secret admirer.

The Amazing Valentine by RavenclawDoll 658 G

Stiles surprises Derek on Valentine’s Day at his loft. It’s not really as amazing as the title suggests.

Something New by redhales / @redhales 714 G

Derek is always dealing with supernatural stuff and Stiles just wants to do something nice for him on Valentine’s Day.

Blue Steel Hearts by Wolves_of_Innistrad / @wolvesofinnistrad 738 T

Stiles wants to go see Deadpool on Valentine’s day, but Derek has a secret movie he’d rather see.

Blame it on the (magical) Alcohol by Serenityreview 894 G

It’s Valentine’s Day and Stiles gets drunk on magical wine. He then tries to woo Derek via the end to Say Anything. Things don’t go quite as planned.

❤Stealing Your Heart by x_Lazart_x / @x-lazart-xficrecs 946 G❤

Valentine’s day is a great day for a pickpocket. While Stiles was planning to bring in a huge haul, he wasn’t expecting someone to come along and steal his heart.

Always by Cassidy_Doris / @shewhorunswiththemoon 1,066 G

Derek’s in love with Stiles but thinks he’s about to lose him. Stiles was never going to let Derek go in the first place. Fluff ensues.

“I appreciate the sentiment, love, but have you forgotten that I’m dreadfully allergic to roses?” by Kiti_the_Warrior_Poet / @kiti-the-warrior-poet 1,117 G

Derek and Stiles end their honeymoon with Valentine’s Day at home, or at least close to home.

❤Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire / @dragon-temeraire 1,133 G❤

Stiles decides that, since they’re the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine’s Day together.

❤Yoda Only One For Me by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries / @cloudyskiesandcurlyfries 1,135 G❤

Someone is leaving secret Valentines Day cards on the door to Stiles’ dorm room

❤Netflix & chill by splendid_splendont 1,203 T❤

Derek is planning to spend Valentines alone, like usual. Stiles decides to shake things up and make sure they both have company.

❤Try Me by maiNuoire / @poetry-protest-pornography 1,247 T❤

Derek wakes up to find a series of surprises on Valentine’s Day

“Of all the things I expected on Valentine’s Day, this…was not what I had in mind.” by Kiti_the_Warrior_Poet / @kiti-the-warrior-poet 1,446 T

Derek and Stiles have a Valentine’s Day they’ll never forget. Or, the one where this wasn’t exactly the plan, but it will work out just fine.

Stay, Little Valentine by hologramophone / @hologramophone 1,488 G

Roses, and Batman, and romantic confessions.

❤Can we talk? by @dude-its-stars-hollow 1,815 M❤

Stiles can’t figure out what’s wrong with their relationship. Is Derek just not attracted to him? They wouldn’t be dating if he wasn’t, right?

❤Vena Amoris by CelestialVoid / @celestialvoid-fanfiction 1,965 G❤

They promised no presents; they knew they didn’t need cheap chocolates, cliché hearts or red roses that would die in a day to know that they loved each other. But still, Stiles tried to surprise Derek for Valentine’s Day and it worked, up until it didn’t. But none of that matters to Derek.

❤Send Your Cutest Delivery Boy by dereczyslaw / @dereczyslaw 2,128 G❤

When Stiles and Derek are to stupid to communicate properly, Allison & Erica team up to give them the push they need.

❤“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t steal my chocolate.” by Kiti_the_Warrior_Poet / @kiti-the-warrior-poet 2,514 G❤

Derek gets excited about planning his future with Stiles and accidentally makes his Valentine’s Day plans for the wrong day.

Bro-lentine’s Day by WhoNatural / @howlnatural 2,560 T

It’s actually pretty cool that Derek came back to school after a summer eating spinach and lifting small trains or whatever to become a guardian angel to the easy targets of BHHS.

❤Woo Who by haleofStilesheart / @hale-of-stiles-heart 2,638 T❤

Stiles wished he could say it was the first time he had found a dead animal on his doorstep. He really did. But it wasn’t.

Thank Jackson for me by IdontlikeIobsess 3,187 T

Derek keeps asking the wrong kind of questions.

Want it All Tonight by haleofStilesheart / @hale-of-stiles-heart 3,316 E

Derek and Stiles celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together with a night of marathon sex. In the morning, they’re still not sated.

❤Chocolate and Werewolves by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle 3,939 T❤

Derek and Stiles have been dating for six months. Their anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day. Derek, understandably, proceeds to panic.

The Valentine’s Day Showdown by @bibliosexxual 4,291 G

So Stiles and Erica have this competitive flirting/wooing thing going. This totally-mutually-agreed-upon-to-be-platonic competitive flirting/wooing thing. Every Valentine’s Day Eve, Erica gets him good, and every Valentine’s Day, Stiles gets her back, thoroughly.

❤Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars by alisvolatpropiis / @deleted-scenes 5,631 T❤

“It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”

A Tale of Valentine’s Day Shenanigans by Comet260 / @comet260 5,846 T

Lydia decides that Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity for Stiles and Derek to finally admit their feelings for one another. As the title suggests, shenanigans ensue.

❤Valentine’s strike by Pandaabeer 6,015 T❤

Stiles hates Valentines Day. It was the bane of his existance. But he’s home for the ‘holiday’ and has nothing to do since everyone he knows is busy. Except Derek, Derek is the only one alone as him.

❤Sometimes love is an obligation to your grandmother by relenafanel / @relenafanel 6,982 M❤

Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more ‘forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’. Derek never wins. Derek never WANTS TO win.

Love Always Wakes a Dragon and Suddenly, Flames Everywhere by decideophobia / @drunklightning 7,124 E

“Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”

❤Red Velvet by arrowofcarnations / @anarrowofcarnations 7,690 T❤

Stiles is pretty used to people coming to visit him at Sweet Stuff when he’s baking. It’s only when Isaac starts bringing along one Derek Hale that things start to get really interesting.

❤Watch You Smile by alexenglish / @queerlyalex 7,711 T❤

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You think I’m a douche, But I really like you

A Wolf of a Valentine by Dexterous_Sinistrous 7,784 E

Stiles was not having a grand Valentine’s Day. He was stuck on campus. Shelving books. Derekless. All he’s ever wanted was to spend Valentine’s Day with someone.

Hot for Teacher(’s Aide) by linksofmemories / @erinpond 8,050 T

“He invited you to his apartment.” “To do a lesson plan.” “Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows. “That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

❤Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four by linksofmemories / @erinpond 8,998 E❤

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.” “Basically.” “Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

❤Convenient by exclamation / @jessicameats 10,755 E❤

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day.

❤This Is Lovecanthropy by ifwallscouldspeak 12,141 T❤

In which Valentine’s Day is closely approaching, and Derek is a disgruntled grad student who works at a library. He’s hit a roadblock on his thesis, he’s harboring a (not so secret) crush on Stiles, and he keeps receiving werewolf-themed gifts from a secret admirer. Basically, Derek is totally oblivious and angsty, Stiles does a lot of planning off-screen, and Erica and Scott are awesome friends who are awesome.

❤Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Hot Chocolate and Erotica by knaval 15,783❤

AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.

❤Quit Playing Games With My Heart by themistymountainsong / @themistymountainsong 16,764 T❤

“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”

❤❤Vappy Halentines by bioloyg / @bioloyg 18,457 M❤❤

Derek woke in the morning to a note on his table and the sound of the front door clicking shut. He blinked, scrubbing a hand over his face, and grabbed the paper. “Hey, thanks for letting me sleep over last night. I appreciate you coming to get me, too. I promise I’m not always a crying drunk, btw. Also, thanks for the clothes, but don’t think it escaped my notice that this was my shirt anyway.” Derek smiled fondly and kept reading. “Don’t tell the others about Ethan. I’ll tell them myself.”

❤Secret Valentine (Series) by Moonbeam 26,512 E❤

Stiles wakes up one morning to a dead deer on his back doorstop. It’s the first in a string of gifts designed to get Stiles’ attention but he, and the rest of the pack, aren’t sure if the attention is a negative as it seems. When Stiles finally finds out who has been leaving the 'gifts’ he realizes that the mystery isn’t quite solved yet.

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