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tichmo · 2 years

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Emily walked through the house looking for a certain curly haired nerd. She needed a ride for one of her many dates she attended every week. She was a hopeless romantic and heartbreaker.

"Oh Viktor!!!!" She yelled throughout the empty halls with a green purse in hand. She frowned in annoyance when there wasn't a response back. She scoffed a little as she continued to yell for Viktor walking down the halls and pasted the front door, until she noticed it was slightly opened. Emily opened the door completely and peaked her head out the door. She saw Isaac leaning against his car talking to a pair of legs and boots who were under his car working on it. It was Viktor. Emily scrunched her nose up in annoyance and walked outside towards the two who were still talking, but ended up stopping when they heard the tapping of Emily's heels hitting the concrete path.

"So do you think you will have this baby working by tonight- oh hey Emily," Isaac said looking up at Emily who was standing in front of them with her arms crossed up.

"You are all dressed up, are you going on a date or something?"

"Yeah I am, but I'm just waiting for my ride," Emily said with an attitude looking down at Viktor who was still under the car.

"Oh shit the date- ow!" Viktor yelled as they accidentally hit their head against the car. They promised to give Emily a ride to her date today, but they totally forgot about it.

"Sorry I totally forgot Emily, let me get out from under the car and we can go," They said as they pushed themselves out from under the car.

"Yeah you are gonna to be sorryyyy," Emily flustered as she looked at Viktor who was completely out from under the car, sweating and dirty from working on it for hours. Maybe it was how the sun hit them to make them look so attractive, how it made the sweat that fell down their toned arms and long face to glow in such a way they couldn't describe it. Her face got redder as she continued to stare at them.

"Wait you two are on a date-"

"NO, no never, pfft, why would me and Viktor ever go on a date?" Emily laughed nonchalantly , quickly hiding her already red face.

"Yeah, plus Emily isn't even my type," Viktor said, adding on to Emily's answer. This crushed her heart a little. "I'm just giving her a ride to her date and then I'll be back," they added as they grabbed their car keys from within their pants pocket.

"Let's go Em," They said as they walked past Emily who was still standing in place with a still red face.

"Are you ready to go or are you going to stand there looking pretty?" Viktor teased Emily who felt butterflies in her stomach just being called "pretty."

"No, no, no, I'm ready to go," Emily said, making her way around the van to the passenger seat and getting in.

"Alright let's go then," Viktor said as they started the van and headed down the road to the restaurant.

Ten minutes passed and there was silence between them. There was often silence between these two since they didn't know each other that much and the silence never bothered them, well until now.

It bothered Emily.

Emily was scrunched up in her seat, face still red, but lightened up a bit. She was trying hard not to stare or even look at Viktor. She didn't understand why or even how this was affecting her this badly, yes she had instant crushes in the past, but they never did this to her, especially someone like Viktor. She didn't like emo-looking rude nerd who had the prettiest pair of brown eyes with the softest looking hair- wait- gosh!! She thought as she slightly gripped her hair from her embarrassment, she was only making it worse.

God, she hoped that the ride remained silent and then she gets dropped off, the date goes well and she can forget about what happened earlier with this stupid crush-

"So is this a new person or the guy from last week?" Viktor asked, their eyes still on the road. Emily's brain function almost stopped because of the question, maybe she realized how calm and smooth Viktor's voice sounded.

"Uh i-it's a new person," Emily shyly responded. She would have given them a snarky or "none of your business" response, but she just couldn't.

"Oh, it didn't work out with the other guy?" They questioned, still looking at the road ahead of them.

"No, he just wasn't my type or what I wanted, you know?"

"What do you want?" Emily looked over to see Viktor looking at her waiting for a response. This almost made her heart skip a beat.

"I- well, I don't know really, I just kind of want that-"

"Fairytale ending?" Viktor interrupted

"Yeah, Icarus is the same, she doesn't have a type or want she wants and she just wants a happily ever after, but the difference between you two is that she isn't as hell-bent as you."

"What does that supposed to mean?" Emily perked up, stilling more straight in her seat with her snarky confidence came back to her ready to pick a fight with Viktor.

"Oh I didn't mean It in a rude way, well slightly I did, but you are very focused on finding it now than finding it later, you want it now and as a result, you are breaking hearts and wasting yours and the other person's time, it has to be boring by now right?" They asked.

Well, they weren't wrong and Emily knew that. She was looking for it now and it was getting boring, but she was too prideful to admit to it. So in return, she rolled her eyes.

"What do you know about love?" She scoffed looking out the window with a snarky look on her face.

"A lot actually because unlike you I had a relationship that lasted longer than a week," They said looking bad on the road. Emily whipped her face around looking insulted by what they just said.

"You know I didn't ask for a ride where I'm getting questioned and INSULTED about my love life," Emily huffed as she glared at the driver in front of her.

"Sorry," They mumbled.

"You should be," She said, turning her back to the window and staring out of it. The silence returned.

Maybe a few minutes must have passed until Emily looked over at Viktor and asked "how many people have you been with?"

Viktor was a little shocked by the question, not because of the contents within the question itself, but because no one has really asked them that.

"Well, I have only been with 3 people."

"How long did they last?"

"Eh, like a year each at least, my longest and last relationship was 2 and half years," They finished. Emily's eyes widened with curiosity.

"Why did you guys break up?" Emily tilted her head, but then realized how intrusive the question was.

"Y-You don't have to me and I was just curious and-"

"No it's fine, me and her broke up because we had two different futures, she wanted to stay in our little hometown and I wanted to leave, we broke off on good terms," Viktor said as they stopped at the red light.

"Why did you want to leave?"

"Because Moonmere offers a better medical school than any other area in my state."

"Medical school?"

"Yeah I want to be a surgeon," They said bluntly looking at Emily once more acting like it was a known fact, well it was, but Emily never paid attention enough to know that.

"Oh, that's neat!" Emily smiled up at Viktor, and they smiled back at her, she could feel the redness return again. She liked the way they smiled at her.

"Never knew you could smile?" Emily teased Viktor. Viktor's eyes widened and a small tint appeared on their face. And they quickly looked away from embarrassment. She giggled.

"Oh, Viktor," Emily giggled out as she continued to smile.

"Don't patronize me," They said, looking at the road, huffing a little. This just caused Emily to start laughing until she snorted. Which caused Viktor to look over at her and that made her stop, they looked at each other for a moment until they both started to laugh.

They both laughed until the car came to a complete stop.

"We are here," Viktor said, returning to their original posture and tone of voice, but this time slightly saddened.

"Oh," Emily responded, looking out the window and seeing the restaurant outside, she frowned a little.

Viktor heard the door open and waited for Emily to leave. Until they felt a pair of lips kiss their cheek. Redness engulfed their cheeks, they glanced over to see the perpetrator, it was Emily.

"Thank you for the ride, Vik," Emily said in a certain tone that made even Viktor have butterflies in their stomach. All they could do was watch her leave the car and right before she shut the door, she smiled at them so sweetly it made Viktor's heart melt.

"I'll see you later Viktor," Emily said as she shut the door and walked away. Viktor was speechless, but they tried to shake it off the best they could and started to car and headed back home.

Emily watched as Viktor's van left. She headed towards the restaurant door and smiled one last time.

She finally found what she wanted.

#oc #original character #witch #witch oc #monster roommates #monsterroommates #Emily Salem #Viktor Grimm #Isaac Romero #zombie oc #zombie #love #love story #writing #i wrote this at 2am

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gardenerian · 3 years

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someone i follow on instagram just posted a story that said "scrolling through a facebook page about two gardeners arguing about sick tomato plants" and i beg u to write something with ian doing this

darling mick! i am so sorry for taking a thousand years on this and i have to say: i am the dumbest of dummies and i wrote this whole thing... only to reread the ask and realize they're supposed to be fighting on FACEBOOK. i somehow deleted that part from my brain! apologies! i hope you don't mind the deviation from the prompt. second, i tried to make this funny, i really did - but i can’t explain what happened instead???

Mickey hears him before he sees him. He's out by the pool, sipping a beer and enjoying his one fuckin' day off, when he hears a familiar voice ring out across the sunny outdoor space.

Ian had ditched him after breakfast, choosing to spend his day in the tenants' garden with his tomatoes. After a week of working together, Mickey was more than content to pack himself a cooler of beers and head down to the pool. Now, stretched out on a cabana chair, he's surprised to hear Ian shouting at him.

Well - he thinks Ian's shouting at him. Nagging him on their day off, maybe to drink less or reapply his sunscreen. But after a moment, Mickey notices an edge to Ian's voice that he never uses with him. It's a wrathful, frenzied tone: one usually reserved for homophobic pastors or fascist furniture saleswomen.

Something must have happened, because Ian is pissed.

Mickey turns in his chair, craning his neck to get a better view of the garden. He catches just a sliver of Ian, waving his trowel about wildly. Mickey sighs and flips his cooler shut, figuring he'd better see what's going on before Ian takes someone's eye out.

Ian is reaching apocalyptic levels of anger by the time Mickey reaches him. The recipient of his rage, it seems, is standing his ground, shouting right back and possibly bursting a blood vessel.

Mickey's seen him around the complex - fucking west side tool. He wrinkles his nose at them in the elevator, raises his eyebrow as they pass him by the mailboxes. Whatever happened, he probably deserves to get taken down a peg.

But he doesn't want Ian to get slapped with an assault charge when he accidentally lodges his shovel in this guy's forehead.

"What's going on here?" he asks, careful not to spook Ian as he walks up behind him. His husband whirls around, eyes wild and chest heaving - but Mickey doesn't miss the relief that crosses his face.

"This fucking prick," Ian seethes, "is fucking with my plants."

"That so?"

Mickey shifts his gaze to the prick in question, who rubs his hands over his beady little eyes.

"For the hundredth fucking time, I didn't touch your goddamned plants!"

"Then how'd they get like this, huh?" Ian steps forward in threat, and Mickey quickly grabs onto his shoulder, pulling him in closer.

"Ian, tell me what's going on," he insists. If he's going to get involved in this petty garden bullshit, he needs to know if it's worth getting evicted over.

"My tomatoes are shot to shit, that's what's going on," Ian hisses. "Look at that!"

His tomatoes are shot to shit.

The plants are wilting, yellowed and dotted with brown spots. They look pathetic, Mickey notes, with their leaves curling in on themselves.

"So you think this guy massacred your plants?" Mickey asks, unable to keep the skepticism from his voice.

"Yes," Ian growls, just as the prick groans, "No!"

Mickey wants to stand up for Ian here, but this doesn't seem quite right. Surely this guy isn't out here wreaking vengeance on fucking vegetables.

And, he thinks, Ian probably knows this, too.

"What did he do, unleash a biological weapon on them?"

"I don't know how he did it," Ian admits. "All I know is that I did everything the guy at the nursery told me to do, and these are still busted. And he's the only one I see out here with his perfect plants."

"Why would I give a shit about your plants, asshole?"

"You tell me! This looks like shit! What did you do?"

Mickey steps forward again. "Ian, I don't think this guy sabotaged your plants. He's just a dick."

"Fuck you," the prick spits, before turning back to Ian. "You ever consider that you might just suck at this, Capability Brown? Your plot is trash, why did you lay it out like this?"

Ian's eyes narrow. "What?"

"Your shit's all mixed up. Did you put peppers in there? This space is too small, now you got blight. Plus, you got aphids out the ass."

"Why don't you have them?"

"Because I take care of my plants! Jesus Christ, you lunatic."

Ian deflates as Mickey steps in front of him, eyeing the douchebag darkly. "What was that?"

The prick swallows thickly, stumbling backwards as Mickey moves closer.

"Mick, just leave it," Ian says lowly, defeat bleeding through his voice. Mickey turns back, alert to the sound of it.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's not worth it. Let's just leave it."

Mickey's eyes follow as the apparent tomato expert huffs and marches away from them, likely heading straight to the management office to complain about the two miscreants in the garden.

He tugs on Ian's arm and leads him over to a bench at the edge of the garden. Ian goes willingly, letting Mickey push him lightly to sit.

"Alright, what's going on?"

Ian can't look at him. "He didn't do anything," he croaks. "I know. I just - I didn't want it to be my fault, y'know? I'm scared I'm not doing any of this shit right."

Mickey blinks.

"What shit?"

"This," Ian asserts, waving a hand absently at their surroundings. "All of this - life here. I'm afraid I'm not doing it right."

This is a surprise. Mickey had certainly felt the pressure of this apartment complex, this neighborhood, but he's relaxed into their new routine. He had not expected Ian to be self-conscious here.

"There's no right way to live here, man," Mickey tells him, though he's only recently realized this himself. "This doesn't mean you don't belong here or anything."

"Maybe," Ian whispers. "I want this to be a good life for us, though. I want to - like, grow shit we can eat. And know I can keep something alive. Take care of something."

Oh.

Right.

"I get the fear, Ian, trust me," Mickey starts. "But - man, I need you to tell me you understand that killing those tomatoes doesn't mean you're gonna be a bad dad."

Ian nods, but Mickey's not convinced he understands.

"You've been keeping your siblings alive for decades, Ian. Keeping me alive. Maybe you're not confident in that yet, and I'm not saying I am either, but you've been preparing for this your whole life."

His husband nods again, stronger this time, and takes Mickey's hand.

"I'm sorry about all that," he says. "I've just been thinking about our future so much lately. Got to me."

"You're definitely on edge, man. You feel that?"

"I do. It's not - it's not a thing, I don't think. Just lost my cool."

Mickey chuckles. "Been there."

He stands, pulling Ian up with him. Mickey leads them back towards home. They can fix the garden another time. They could try again next year, even, if Ian wants.

Mickey squeezes his hand, feeling lighter when Ian squeezes back.

"Hey, if you want, I'll salt that guy's plot tonight."

❤️🌿🍅🥦🍓🥒🌶🫑🥕💚

#my bad for the capability brown joke i couldn't help myself ajshakasdj #i'm just not funny idk what to say #THIS GOT LONG I DID NOT NOTICE HOW LONG I AM SORRYYYY #me? overusing tomatoes and gardening as a metaphor??? SHOCKING.#me??? using the same exact trope as a previous ficlet bc i am obsessed with it? NO WAY.#(and guess what? you'll see it again!!)#ily mick thanks for being patient while i sorted my brain out long enough to do this asihfadhk #tumblr writing #🍅 ian #fic #gallavich

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Operation Christmas Cookies

Synopsis: Stiles really wanted the cookies Lydia made so he recruits you to help steal them.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: Christmas vibes (for the grinch)

Notes: The ending as very rushed and I am very sorryyyy! (This also has not been edited or proof read so sorry for bad writing, things that don’t make sense and grammatical/spelling errors. Feel free to call them out :D)

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You had been at a family christmas party when Stiles had messaged you. He had said it was urgent so you played it off as you were sick and “went home” but instead you met Stiles outside of your house.

“Are you going to tell me what this urgent thing is yet?” You asked, arching an eyebrow at the boy who had not spoken a word to you yet as you continued along the road in trusty old Roscoe.

“Sure,” Stiles said as he cleared his throat, “We’re going to Lydia’s and you’re going to help me steal her cookies.”

“You seriously dragged me away from my family christmas party to help you steal cookies? Really Stiles?” You said unimpressed as you cocked your head towards the boy with a slightly annoyed expression.

“Oh c’mon y/n, don’t act as if you enjoyed that family christmas party.”

“Um excuse me! Of course I did!”

He looked over to you briefly as he began to mock your voice by making his voice higher, “Oh really? So it wasn’t you that texted me barely fifteen minutes before saying ‘these little gremlin cousins of mine won’t leave me alone, rubbing their sticky little fingers all over the couch and wiping their snotty little noses on my aunt’s christmas sweater’.”

“I don’t sound like that.” You grumbled lightly, cheeks blushing wildly as you looked out the car window. You couldn’t deny that you had been complaining about your little cousins but they were just so annoying.

Stiles hummed a little, “I think it was a pretty good impression but sure y/n. Plus, I’m actually doing you a favour, I’ve met one of your cousins before and never again.”

You snorted a little at Stiles as he shivered in disgust of the memory. He swiftly pulled up to Lydia’s house, choosing to park Roscoe down a few houses so the car wasn’t easily visible from Lydia’s house.

It wasn’t exactly like Lydia would notice anyway, her house was practically bouncing with music and teenagers staggered around her front lawn, one spewing in a bush as a couple were having sex on her porch. You screwed your face up in disgust.

“I know there’s a lot of people here but Lydia’s going to spot us.” You whispered to Stiles as you stood at the front of Lydia’s house.

Stiles looked at you before his eyes trailed down to what you were wearing, “Yeah well when I made plans to sneak into Lydia’s house and steal her cookies I didn’t expect you to show up in a neon grinch sweater.”

“Yeah? Well at least I’m spreading christmas cheer, Stiles!” You spluttered as you began to get flustered, cheeks reddening again as you looked away from the boy, arms crossed over your chest as you began to become self conscious about your outfit.

“Okay well, I’ll distract Lydia, you get the cookies. They’re on the kitchen counter,” Stiles said as he looked towards the house, “And here, take this.”

With that he took off his jacket, handing it to you as you smiled at him, happily taking the jacket off of him to cover the bright grinch sweater you were wearing. With that, you both ventured into the house, both set on your individual missions.

You snuck through the house, one that you had been in before through the many study sessions you had with Allison and Lydia. It wasn’t hard to find the kitchen, what was hard was squeezing past the hormonal and drunk teenagers eating the faces off of each other. It might be a kitchen but you eat food in here, not each other’s faces.

It was easy enough to find the cookie jar, snatching it up and quickly running out, seeing Lydia starting to get annoyed with Stiles distracting her. You made your way back to Roscoe, waiting for Stiles to get back.

“You’re taking the jar back to her. I don’t want to get caught.”

You sat with Stiles in Roscoe, but instead of being at Lydia’s you were at the preserve. You both knew it probably wasn’t the best idea but at least you were away from all the high school students at Lydia’s party. You were both equally disturbed and had enough when you seen a skirt being thrown onto the sidewalk and decided to leave before you were exposed to something worse.

Stiles snorted lightly, finishing the bite of the cookie he was eating before he looked over at you, “You act as if she doesn’t know it was you. Everyone else was at her party and around the pool area. She’ll work it out anyway and you’ll probably get a text about the cookies in a few minutes.”

Of course, he wasn’t wrong. Lydia’s contact came up on your phone screen less than five minutes later, showing a new message, “Damn you Stilinski.”

Your mutter was loud enough for Stiles to hear as his head whipped around to yours, seeing you looking down at your phone, “What? Is that Lydia? What is she saying?”

“Nothing much,” You replied, turning your phone off, “she’s telling me I need to get her ingredients for more now.”

Of course, that was not what she sent but Stiles didn’t need to know that. Thankfully, you were saved by the shadows and dark night sky of the preserve, hiding the crimson turned cheeks of yours from Stiles. Little did you know, Stiles got a similar text, and the shadows were doing wonders for his blush too.

You would both be longing for what she sent to become true, yet you both were to blinded by rejection to see each other’s feelings. And oh how clear they were to everyone else...

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x y/n #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski x reader

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literallywhyistaken · 3 years

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When Remus Lupin walked into his classroom, he immediately knew that they would not get that much work done today.

How?

Well first of the entire class had broken up into friendship groups and were all talking around a phone, and, Remus knew exactly why.

Dammit, Sirus.

He had specifically told him to wait until the year 10s hade done their exam. Though to be fair he had been waiting to release that video for a while now.

Given the fact that there was still 5 minutes until the start of class, Remus walked over to his desk and started to prepare his lesson for the day. He was just about done when his phone buzzed.

Pads💗💗💗 - heeey babe sorry about releasing the video early. I just felt like I couldn't wait any more u know?

- how are the students?

- are you mad?

- oh god you haven't replied you are so mad at me

- I'm sorryyyy

Remus silently chuckled at the sight of his clingy overthinking adorable boyfriend freaking out even though he sent all of those texts in a span of 10 seconds.

Sirius had released a video 5 hours earlier, titled coming out. In just 1 hour it had gotten over 5 thousand views. When Remus had woken up, (obviously since Padfoot was not next to him,) he had come out and seen him pacing around nervously in the lounge room. Sirius had been worried that everything was going to backfire, and as soon as he had seen Remus he immediately burst into a rather large and repetitive rant, that was only silenced when Remus had wrapped his arms around him.

After he had calmed down, Remus told him off for posting it earlier than they agreed, as multiple students in his history class he knew were definitely in love with his boyfriend. At times it was really disturbing, (like when Sirius posts a shirtless pic on Instagram, and they are usually taken by Remus.) but most of the girls, have learnt to keep it on the down-low. And he had not wanted Sirius to post before the test in one of his classes.

Remus took his phone in two hands and replied,

Moony💗🌑💗 - don't worry I'm not mad.

- maybe a little grumpy but not mad.

Pads💗💗💗 - got it I will have chocolate when you get home.

- how are the kids?

Moony💗🌑💗 - distracted. I think I'm going to have to postpone the test.

Just as Remus press send, a shrill bell ripped through the air, making everyone jump out of their skins. Whereas Remus just stayed still and texted goodbye to Sirius. After both going to school and teaching here, you get used to it.

"Ok class, I want phones away and everything off your desks except for a pen or pencil." Remus walked up and down the rows, handing out test sheets.

When he got to the back of the last row, he stood behind one specific student. Mindy Mor. She was currently giggling at her phone like a lovesick teenage girl. When Remus looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at, he inwardly cringed. Mindy had screenshotted all of the shirtless pictures from Sirius Instagram and was currently zooming in on Remus's boyfriend's abs. Even though he would never admit it, he didn't blame her. He was very lucky.

"Phone Mindy," Remus demanded. He took her phone, and ignoring her grumbling, and placed a test in front of her.

"You can have this back at the end of the day."

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For the rest of the week, Remus kept hearing ridiculous rumours about the one and only, Sirus Black.

The day of the test Remus had come home to a ridiculously happy Sirius, as the majority of his subscribers had accepted him and even asked if he was dating anyone. And of course, he slipped up and said that yes indeed he dating someone, but did not give way who.

Since then Remus has heard nothing but rumours about who he could be dating. Some of them were quite funny actually. Such as Sirus dating fellow marauder, James Potter. (Remus had almost snorted at that one.)

When he informed James and Sirius about it, it sparked a long debate between the two on whether James could indeed 'score' Sirius. (Remus had to eventually drag Sirius out so that Harry could be put to bed and everyone could have dinner.)

However, it did have some downsides. Somehow, someone had found out that Sirius used to go to this school and that one of the teachers, Minerva McGonagall had taught him. Then that leads to them finding out that James, Sirus, Remus and Peter had all been best friends when they were at school. However, Remus managed to dodge the questions, by insisting that they were no longer in contact.

("no Mindy I cannot give you Sirus Blacks number so you can confess your undying love. I said no Mindy.")

Then Sirus released a new video titled: MARAUDERS BACK TOGETHER AGAIN

In it, it just had Sirius, James, and Peter catching and pretending that they hadn't seen each other since high school.

"Hey Moony why arent you going to be in the video again?" James questioned as Sirius set up the camera. James and Peter had gotten here an hour early accidentally. Now while Sirius was setting up, they were all sitting in the lounge room and the kitchen talking. Remus was sitting on the counter facing James, who was on the floor playing with Harry and Peter who was curled up in an armchair.

"If I'm in the video then I will get pestered with questions from my students," Remus answered. "And like half of the girls in 3 of my classes are absolutely in love with my boyfriend!" he said gesturing to Sirius.

James smirked, as Sirius turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"You jealous Moony?" James teased, resulting in a very colourful hand gesture thrown his way.

"Aww don't worry Re. I'm not going anywhere." Sirius said from behind Remus, pecking him on his temple.

"Oh come on guys get a room. Harry's here for god's sake!"

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The next day, Remus woke up with Sirius's arms wrapped around his waist. It appeared that they had both slept through the alarm due to them.........not getting much sleep.

In result to the extra sleep the couple had earned, Remus missed the first 5 minutes of his first lesson. And so he had to be dropped off, by Sirius.

Now it is a well-known fact that Sirius Black drives a Porsche 550 Spyder. Whatever that is. And of course all the students in the school new that Sirius rode that exact car, so that was a little bit of a problem when they rode up into the car park, and there were still kids in the playground.

Sirius, knowing his boyfriends need for privacy, was wearing a cap to cover his head.

However, being a Black comes with a flair for the dramatic. So before Remus had the chance to jump out of the car, Sirius grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

When Sirius pulled away, he nodded towards the school building and said,

"You'd better get going. Love you!"

Remus smiled as he climbed out of the car.

"Love you too."

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Remus thought everything was ok. He had listened to all the conversations shooting around his classroom before the first break, and there was nothing about him.

When he went to enter the teacher's lounge, he was suddenly stopped right outside the door by two girls from the school newspaper.

"Hello, ladies... can I help you with something?" Remus asked hesitantly.

"Sir, you were late for school, yes?" One of them asked, who Remus remembered as Evie.

"Only five minutes," Remus replied.

"And you were dropped off by your boyfriend, right?" Evie pressed

"May I ask where this is going?" Remus said tying to cover up the fact that his heart had started to beat faster and his palms had started to sweat.

"Well the car that you drove here in is a Porsche 550 Spyder, and it is a well-known fact that you both knew Sirius Black and that Sirius Black drives a Porsche 550 Spyder. So I just wanted to ask Mr Lupin, are you dating Sirius Black?"

Remus hesitated.

"No. And I would appreciate it if you didn't ask me again."

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For the next two weeks, Remus kept getting asked question after question after question.

"Are you dating Sirius Black?"

"Do you still talk to Sirius Black?"

"Can you help me meet Sirius Black?"

And to make matters worse, one specifically creepy student had made an announcement at the start of one of his classes saying that even though their teacher had denied that he was dating Sirius, he had made a fanfiction about the two of them and posted it on Wattpad.

Remus had looked at it, and it already had 100K views.

Remus was tired. He was getting questioned every day at work, and all over social media. Everyone had noticed, and he knew that Sirius was worried, but he hadn't said anything yet.

It was Friday, two days before Sirus and Remus's 6th anniversary. Every year they do something big, whether it is with other people or together. Normally, Remus gets more excited as the day gets closer. However, now he was either stressing out about going back to school or staring into space. And Sirius was getting really worried.

Remus was sitting on the dining room table with both hands wrapped around a mug. Its winter at the moment so Remus has his usual. Earl Grey.

When Sirius gets home from James and Lily's house it Godric Hollow, he walks inside the apartment and sees him sitting there staring off into space. He immediately knows what he has to do. (Well not immediately, but if you ask he will just deny it.) Sirius dumps his bag on the kitchen counter and walks over and sits next to him.

"Re."

Remus's head shoots up and he blinks a couple of times like he's coming out of a daze.

"Hmmm"

"Ok, what's wrong. And don't say nothing, you know that I know when your lying.

Remus sighed and looked back down at the table.

"It's just that I'm getting constantly questioned at work, I mean even my colleagues, other teachers are asking me now!! Its just....a lot."

Sirius sighed. He hated seeing the love of his life so upset and being helpless.

He opened his mouth as so try and say something comforting when Remus blurted out,

"I want to tell people. And no not our friends, I am aware that they already know, I meant all your subscribes."

Sirius's mouth fell open. He had approached Remus on the topic of telling people multiple times both before and after he had come out to people on youtube. And every time Remus had turned him down.

A huge grin spread over Sirius's face and he slipped down on to the floor and crouched in front of Remus's chair.

"Really? You actually want your students to know? Are you sure?"

"I mean I think so. I don't think I could hold it any much longer anyway." Remus replied a sheepish grin growing on his face.

Sirius couldn't stop the smile growing bigger on his face matching Remus.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Then Sirius closed the gap between them and the world around them fell quiet.

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Sirius placed the camera on the cupboard in front of their bed and turned the camera on. He then turned around and moved all the photos of him and Remus out of the way.

"Hey Siri, you want some coffee?" Remus yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'd love some thanks, babe!" Sirius replied.

Sirius finished setting up the room and then started to walk out into the lounge room. After Remus had agreed to tell Sirius's fans that they were dating, they had both stayed up half the night trying to plan the perfect revel video. And then when they were getting ready for bed, Sirius had thought of the perfect idea.

Sirius was going to do a live QandA session. Even though Remus was convinced, that someone would ask whether they were dating, Sirius had insisted on a backup plan. So if no one asked 2 minutes into the live, then James, who would also be there, ("Why would you want to be there James??" "Because of the drama Moony. Why else??") would create a fake fan account and ask the question.

Sirius had thought about doing it the day after their anniversary, (as he knows how much of a romantic his boyfriend is.) but Remus wanted to do it on their anniversary.

I mean what would be more romantic than confessing your love for each other in front of thousands of people? And while most likely being recorded?

Sirius walked into the kitchen just as Remus was putting their tea and coffee down on the bench.

Sirius smiled as Remus put both milk and sugar into his coffee, (because you cannot convince me that no matter how hard he tries to be a badass that he is really a softie) and slid the mug across the bench.

Remus then turned back around smirking at him, walking towards the fridge for the milk."What's the time? When do you have to start the live?" Remus asked innocently pouring milk into his mug.

"Ummm" Sirius replied quickly checking his watch for the time." it's 3:28. I need to start the live at 3:30 and I should be out here at least by 4:00." He said as he glanced up at his boyfriend raising his coffee to his mouth to take a sip.

Remus stared at him blankly while Sirius glanced around the room wondering why Remus was looking at him like that. (he usually looked at him another way)

"It's 3:30!!! Get in there!! I'll start cooking and, I promise to attempt to not burn the kitchen down. I remember what happened last time." He added as Sirius opened his mouth to interject.

Sirius closed his mouth and smiled, nodding and turning back around to run into the pair's bedroom.

"Hey! I think you forgot something!" Remus cried out as soon he had left the room.

At the sound of his voice, Sirius poked his head back into the doorway with a curious expression on his face.

Keeping that expression on his face, he crept forward towards a visibly confused Remus. Then, he crept up next to him and pecked a kiss on his temple. And then, promptly, ran away.

Remus stood frozen for about 2 seconds before yelling back,

"No! Your coffee!"

"Merlin. No respect." He muttered.

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Sirius plunked himself down on the end of the couple's bed, leaning forward and switching the camera on.

He waited for a few seconds, letting people on first before saying,

"Hey, guys welcome to my live QandA and before anyone asks, no Prongs is not here today. He has decided to be a little shit and hang out with his kid. You guys remember Harry."

Sirius smiled at the thought of Harry, (and of course, insulting James.

He peered at the screen and smirked when he saw a comment from the man in question expressing his outrage for the name-calling.

Smiling he sat back again and spoke,

"Ok so I'm going to let you guys into the live one at a time to ask one question, (it's on Instagram) so start requesting!"

Sirius had had about 25 questions before he got to the one he was looking for. And he had been asked some odd questions to. One girl who came on the live was wearing such revelling clothes that she basically had a bikini on. And it gets worse.

Her question was whether or not he could take his shirt off. As soon as she had finished speaking, Padfoot heard a loud indignant and outraged cry coming from the kitchen. He turned his head towards the sound chuckling at Moonys antics.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MINDY! KICK HER OF THE DAMM LIVE SIRIUS!!"

He was still smiling as he turned back around, but it vanished as soon as he saw the screen again. Immediately, like a reflex, he leaned forward and kicked her off the live. He could sense Remus's sigh of relief.

He then proceeded to make a speech about not doing that. Around 10 minutes after that a girl with glasses and a notepad came on who Sirius vaguely recognised as Evie from Hogwarts.

"Hi there kiddo, what's your question," Sirius asked almost dreading what was coming up.

"Hi Mr Black I was just wondering-"

"Oh no. No Mr, please. Makes me feel old. Just call me Sirius." He insisted holding a hand up to the camera.

"Oh ok." She replied looking a little bit surprised.

"Well my name is Evie Johnson, and I go to Hogwarts Secondary School. I believe that you went there as well. Oh no that's not my question"

She added as Sirius opened his mouth.

"And when you were there, according to my research, your group of friends was James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. Now as I'm sure you know Mr Lupin is a teacher at Hogwarts, a history teacher and rumours have been flowing around the school-"

"You want to know if Remus and I are dating," Sirius smirked.

"Well yes," Evie said looking a bit disgruntled at being interrupted. A giddy feeling erupted in Sirius's stomach as he answered,

"Well how about I show you. Then you can decide for yourself."

Sirius got up and walked out to the kitchen grabbing the camera as he went.

"Ok, Evie I'm going to disconnect you from the live that was a lovely question, I was honestly hoping for it. Ok! guys, my boyfriend is in the kitchen attempting to make dinner, ("last time he tried he almost burned down the kitchen and he definitely destroyed his eyebrows.") and I or we, I guess, are going to surprise him."

This next bit is from a viewers perspective.

Sirius placed the camera in front of the T.V and stuck his thumbs up at the camera before standing up and rubbing his hands together.

Behind him was the kitchen where a man in his early 30s was cooking with his back to the camera.

Oliver looked at the screen, and read the comments as Sirius prepared to walk over to the mystery man who was supposedly his idols boyfriend.

- oh my god i'm so jealous I wonder who it is

- I bet 50 pounds that its Mr Lupin

- OH MY GOD IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT JUST TELL US

Oliver of course had no idea who this Mr lupin was. He didn't go to Hogmarts Secondary School or whatever it was called. But he was still extremely curious to know.

The man turned around and walked to the front of the counter and turned to face the camera side-on, continuing to cook, seemingly not noticing Sirius and the camera.

As soon as the mystery man's face was revealed to the camera the live was flooded with comments such as:

- HOLY SHIT ITS MR LUPIN

- THAT'S MY HISTORY TEACHER IDIOTS

-OMG CALLED IT!

They were basically all along those lines. The man continued to cook, somehow oblivious to the chaotic live over here.

Sirius walked up behind the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. Immediately the man smiled and leaned back into Sirius.

Oliver had to admit they were quite cute.

Then Sirius leaned forward a little bit more and whispered something in his ear. The man, (supposedly Remus Lupin,) smiled and leaned into him more.

To Oliver, it looked like they were really in love, and if that really is Remus Lupin, then they would have been in love for a long time.

He glanced back down at the comments and saw that the theme of them hadn't changed. People were still expressing their shock.

Somehow.

When he looked back up at the couple he saw Sirius laughed at something that his boyfriend had said.

Remus then turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck, and Sirius wrapped his arms around his waist.

Sirius closed the distance between them and kissed him softly as Remus melted into the kiss. Remus arms tightened around Padfoots neck, and Sirius smiled into the kiss.

The theme of the comments had changed into both awwwww and ewwwww apparently some of Mr Lupins students don't really want to see him making out with his boyfriend.

Suddenly the screen went black and the live ended.

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Remus went back to work the next day feeling both nervous and excited. Excited, because for the first time since Sirius started his YouTube channel, he didn't have to hide who he was dating. (I mean he didn't usually tell them, but we all know Remus. He doesn't like lying.)

And nervous because, well I think that's obvious. He had gotten several emails from his students in multiple classes, plus they had also posted something to Google Classroom.

Remus had made sure to get to the school early to avoid any unwanted attention from students in the schoolyard. He walked straight through the school, into the classroom, only pausing to wave or say hello to specific teachers.

When he reached his room, he finished setting up the lesson and was writing the date on the board when a student came into the classroom. He didn't see who it was, they disappeared out of his view before he had a chance to see their face. He finished writing the date up and turned around saying

"Hello, welcome back. If you just take a seat the bell will be going soon-"

In front of his desk stood a stony-faced Mindy, with her posse behind her.

"Can I help you with something Ms More?"

"Yes, I believe you can sir." She replied. "Why didn't you tell us that you are dating Sirius Black??" She demanded, leaning slightly towards him accusatorially.

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well given the fact that is my personal business I really didn't see the need," Remus replied calmly as he sat down on his desk.

"But sir that's not fair. I mean we have a right to know and not find out on some live video-"

"And why is my life and who I'm dating any concern of yours?" Remus said fiercely, cutting her off and standing back up and placing his hands on the desk looking down at the teen.

Mindy immediately backed of a flash of regret shooting across her face.

"Oh no sir I didn't mean it like that-"

"Really Mindy. Then I wonder how you meant because I don't see how else that could be taken."

Before Mindy could open her mouth to defend her self, Remus snapped out:

"Enough. Thats detention. Go sit down."

When Mindy opened her mouth to complain, Remus held up his finger as if saying wait for it, then suddenly the ear-splitting bell reverberated through the walls and Mindy shut her mouth and sat down.

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When he finally got his class to sit down and shut up, he started his lesson on the suffragette movement. (Because we all know that Remus is a massive feminist,) However halfway through, he noticed that the entire class was either talking or giggling at their computer screens. So, continuing to talk about the suffragettes, he walked up the side row, and stood behind one student who was staring at their laptop. Except they weren't staring at their laptop. they had their phone out, and were re-watching Sirius's live from Saturday.

Sighing, Remus leaned forward and snatched the phone out of the kids hands, saying on the way back to the front of the class,

"You can have this back later."

"Now," Remus announced as he leaned on the back of his desk facing the front of the class, "As it is very clear that none of you are focusing, you can all ask 15 questions."

No one moved, they just all stared at him blankly.

Remus sighed and then added, "personal questions allowed."

Exactly 15 hands shot up.

Surprised, Remus hesitated before choosing a girl in the second row named Jessie.

"Jessie." Remus said pointing at her to continue.

Putting her hand down she asked, "Sir, are you really dating Sirius Black?"

Remus breathed out a laugh, and replied with the words he never thought that he would say.

"Yes. I am."

#wolfstar #remus lupin #james & peter & remus & sirius #siriusxremus #sirius black

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together | ksj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ you encounter the world’s most handsome man, who’s also the richest, only to discover that he’s your long-lost childhood friend.

→part of the bring it back collection!

— 1920′s!au; friends to lovers!au

⇢pairing: millionaire!kim seokjin x textile worker!female reader

⇢genre: angst, fluff, smut

⇢word count: 3.9k+

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: somewhat inspired by the great gatsby, some plots twists in here (have your popcorn ready plz), mentions of pining, soft love making in this, some sad stuff (sorryyyy, just adds to the drama), a splash of 1920′s slang (i tried ok)

a/n: just a reminder you guys, in case you’re wondering or expecting this, I am not basing this story entirely off of what happened in the great gatsby so plz don’t come after me. as stated above, this fic is somewhat inspired by the novel. I’d also like to add that most of the events taking place in this story is like a re-enactment of my own personal experiences, therefore this one is a little personal for me, but I am glad to have this chance to share it with you all. anyways, hope you all enjoy!

song rec: “together” by the xx

glossary

big shot—someone of high status/great popularity

bimbo—tough guy

bootlegging—illegal distribution of alcohol

cash or check—to kiss someone now or later

gay—happy (no connection to homosexuality)

jane—a female

jitney—a small bus that costs 5¢

nookie—sex

quiff—a slut

speakeasy—an underground bar (usually involves illegal distribution and/or selling of alcohol)

wingding—a lively celebration or party

Everything was planned. And you should have known this—that it was all an act/a gimmick. The fame, the money, the chivalry. And it didn’t get you anywhere but strung out on coffee and cigarettes—paired with a broken heart. Part of you wanted to blame your friend Betty for even dragging you to that pointless wingding, and then another part of you wanted to blame yourself for letting your guard down. The moment you saw his stupid, handsome face, you should have just walked away. You should have ended whatever was to come, right then and there.

But, you didn’t.

Instead, you chose to wind up in his bed and smothered by his arms. You chose to let yourself go, because at one point in your life, he was someone you trusted. The never-ending ache in your chest weighs upon you as if you’re carrying a rock that’s the size of New York state. You continuously tell yourself: You should have left. You should have said no. You should have just walked away.

Maybe if you said no, would he have ended up in your life some other way? Would you have been happier than you were during those moments with him? Could you even truly say you regret those experiences, even though at that moment it was exactly what you wanted? The past few weeks, you’d driven yourself mad, contemplating and replaying scenarios within your mind to re-arrange the pieces to the puzzle.

But, you end up with nothing.

You can’t think. You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. You can’t do anything without seeing him. Feeling him. Hearing him. And even smelling him. It’s as if he lingers in the spirit—like a ghost, haunting you every waking second of the day. Except, you know nothing about ghosts and how to rid of them.

And the memories…

You can’t forget the times when life was oh so simple—when you knew who he used to be, the he you grew fond of and loved with every fiber in your being. You can’t get over those shiny, gold, silky sheets you had become accustomed to lace yourself in, wrapped within his embrace. Both of your bare bodies glued together by perspiration, and those deep-chocolate irises that make you crumble under his gaze. Especially when he’d whisper to you with that voice of his dipped in comfort and say,

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more happier in my life.”

However, it’s too late. You tell yourself that it’s over, and there is no going back. Ever.

five months earlier

You wiped away the perspiration, on your forehead, with the back of your hand. As people say, “Another day, another dollar.” Literally. You’re only paid 16 cents/hr for your work at the town’s local textile factory. Your hands often find themselves cracked and dried by the end of your shift. It’s the roaring 20′s and everything was booming. Well, at least for everyone else except you.

“Oh, Betty! I told you already I don’t ‘party’.” You whined, while clutching your purse to head beeline out of the factory.

“You’re telling me that a doll like yourself doesn’t ‘party’ during this Jazz Age?” Your blonde-haired co-worker scoffed with a laugh. “Surely, you ought to be ashamed!”

Your mouth flew agape at her audacity, “Well-” You attempted to muster up a comeback, “Well- speakeasy’s are not even legal!”

Betty added, “Oh, you’re no fun! You know that?” You giggled at her frustrated expression since she seemed so conflicted.

“I know. Which is probably why a man would never want me.” Betty stopped you in your tracks, placing her hand over your arm.

“Oh, nonsense! You’re a doll and you know it.” She contemplated for a moment, “You just need some… opening up is all!”

You nodded in reply, “I suppose so.” Betty’s face lit up as if an idea popped up in that wild brain of hers, “How about this?” She gripped onto you tighter. “Why don’t you join me this weekend at Mr. Worldwide Handsome’s wingding!”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t think you understand what “partying” means, when I say I do-”

“Now, now wait! Before you say no, it’s not what you think.” She reassured with a beaming smile.

“Who is this Mr. Worldwide Handsome?” You questioned, finally reaching the bus stop to catch a jitney.

Betty hesitated for a moment, “Why I don’t know. Well, I don’t think anyone knows.” You scoffed at her coy way of attempting to convince you.

“Oh, that’s just nonsense, Betty! If this is your way of trying to get me to go with you to that party- then, you’re doing quite an awful job at it.”

Betty rolled her eyes at you, “____, you’ve got it all wrong! I promise. It’s not what you think. It’s just a place where you can be yourself. He holds these gatherings every weekend and it’s so… lively! You can be free and… gay!”

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You nervously stepped out of the automobile, as you and Betty were dropped off outside of the grand mansion where dozens if not hundreds of people gathered within the entrance of the establishment. Flappers and big shots roamed the premises.

“Why did I let you persuade me into coming here?” You whispered to Betty who had her arm interlinked with yours. You plastered a fake smile amongst the guests. Betty was dressed in a mini, black dress with sparkling fringes, a deep red lipstick adding an extra pop to her porcelain skin.

She cooed back at you, “Because you are my friend, and I was not going to take no for an answer.” As you relayed to your friend earlier in the week, you weren’t one of those “party girls” or “flappers” as they call it.

Seokjin roamed about his mansion, at the top of the stairwell, tapping his feet on the marble flooring below him, sipping on a glass of champagne in his hand. His handsomeness granted numerous glances and coos toward his towering figure. He sported his signature, jet-black mullet that’s slicked back. His white tuxedo glowed effervescently, blinding anyone within his perimeter. Plush, pink lips decorated his dashing face.

He busied himself in obtaining another glass of champagne as another server passed by. But when he turned away to face the entrance of the palace, his heart dropped, his lips parted distinctively, tongue sliding along the bottom of his lip. It’s as if everything and everyone around him had stopped, whilst his almond-shaped eyes landed on a Jane that he grew to be familiar with many years ago—two decades to be exact.

Ever since you both departed, he wanted desperately to find you again just as you did. He missed you, and you missed him, and there hadn’t been a day that passed when you didn’t cross his mind. You both grew up in the same quaint town, but then Jin’s family moved to the big city and that was when everything changed.

You both drifted apart, and it was now a good twenty years later that you both finally crossed paths. But see, that was only part of the plan. Seokjin hosted these grand parties, and spread the word throughout the entire city to fuck his way out of a heartbreak he thought was silly to have. He treasured the attention and the numerous dolls flaunting themselves at him—that eventually he’d forgotten all about you.

It was something about big gatherings, quite like these that made your insides churn. A sense of anxiety resided within you when being in the presence of countless individuals. You felt like all of their gazes were solely focused on you; you’d never been a fan of attention. Although, you were unaware this party would change your life.

Drastically.

You desperately attempted to shake off your anxiousness, scanning the environment for anything or something you could do or use as an escape. And then…

Champagne.

Perfect. You thought to yourself, hurriedly scurrying toward the server, grabbing a glass filled with fizzing liquor.

“Thank you,” You noted with a smile and took a sip, an attempt to calm your nerves. But you still couldn’t shake that feeling, that someone was watching you. And it was as if your worst nightmare had come true, because followed by that feeling, there was a voice. One that was calling your name.

“____?” Your body trembled of chills, and you turned around to discover the voice that was noticeably behind you. When your eyes met the tall, slender form, you nearly dropped your wine glass into shattering pieces.

With a gasp, “Seokjin?” you questioned, placing a hand over your chest where a thumping heart hides from behind. His pupils sparkled with something you thought was admiration, and then he shined those perfect, pearly whites that stole your heart in that moment. You thought to yourself, This is it. He’s the one.

“It’s been so long. Wow, I am speechless.” He stated, with an extended hand, “May I?” He probed, rising his eyebrows. You foolishly lended him your hand, his plump lips pressed a gentle kiss on top.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, curious to understand how the universe joined you both together in this moment.

“Follow me,” was all he said. He lead you through the bustling crowd, and into his office. He removed the jacket of his tuxedo while you admired the maroon-tinted walls paired with large bookshelves and persian rugs decorated the space—modern art pieces adding an extra touch. One in particular stood out to you, in which Jin noticed your stare didn’t break away.

“Edward Hopper’s Automat,” He added, whilst standing beside you and relishing the sight of gorgeous pearls that decorated your neckline—thanks to Betty. He was stunned at the beautiful woman you blossomed into. Considering that the last memory he had of you, was when he’d been taken away in a locomobile, and there you stood at the end of the dirt road—with puffy, wet eyes as you cried out his name, begging him to not leave. And so did he, as he waved you goodbye and tears streamed down his cheeks. It was when his entire world fell apart.

Jin lost himself for a moment, reminiscing on the past. “Seokjin?” You said for now the third time, an attempt to get his attention.

“Yes? I- My apologies,” he replied. You shook it off with a giggle, a warmth having filled up your heart. “No need to worry.” You dropped your head low, as a flash of heat washed upon your face, and suddenly you felt shy.

You felt the cool embrace from Jin’s palm on your back, and when you looked up to meet his gaze, he was already staring at you.

With a sigh of relief, he slipped, “I’ve missed you, ____.” You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug, and he smelt of the liquor he’d been dousing himself in, paired with a tantalizing scent of cologne, notes of bergamot, tangerine and a hint of fruity persimmon. As you pull away, you peer into each other’s eyes, his slender fingers graze underneath your chin and you both lock lips with one another—his own tasted of the wine they’d been soaked in from earlier. The amount of desire drowned by your kisses sent a wave of heat through the both of you, and before you could think of pulling away to catch your own breath, Jin pulled away, his fingers lacing into yours to lead you toward the master bedroom.

“I missed you too,” you replied, maybe a little too late, but you still made him smile. His hands found purchase on your small back, “I can’t believe that you’re finally here. I don’t think I’ve ever been more happier in my life.” You caressed his broad shoulders, admiring how he towered over you. Oh how handsome he’d become, you thought.

It was as if both of you read each other’s minds, an unspoken tension between the two of you—like gravity pulled you two together, your actions in tune with each other. He laid on top of you, caressing your body and placing gentle kisses along your jawline and onto your collarbone. His silky sheets felt like bliss under your now scorching skin.

“Seokjin,” You moaned. His fingers found the zipper on the side of your dress, and he removed his bow tie and waistcoat, while undressing himself completely. He gently pulled the delicate material of your dress down and off your body.

“So beautiful,” He slipped, while trailing kisses along your leg and worshiping your body as if he was truly in love with you—especially when he entered you and buried himself to the hilt.

He was your first and he knew this. When you slipped, “I’ve never- Oh!” He simply caressed your cheek and planted kisses onto your now swollen lips, drips of sweat clinging on his forehead, your hands grazing along his back—the heels of your feet digging into his bottom. You couldn’t get the rest of your sentence out, the feeling of his member too much for your being, but there was this nostalgic sentiment that followed afterwards—a drawn out moan muffled by kisses.

“You’re saying that a Jane like you hasn’t had any nookie? Ever?” He chimed in with a chuckle. You slapped his arm in reply, “Well, don’t make fun of me now!”

But instead, you both broke out into a laughter, having completely forgotten about the party that continued on just one floor below.

“You feel so amazing,” Jin moaned, thrusting his hips into your core, your walls clenched relentlessly around him and it made his cock throb. Leaks of pre-cum oozed into you paired with your own wetness, soaking his shaft completely.

“Oh, Please don’t stop!” He picked up the pace and rammed into you, losing control of himself, so much that the headboard knocked against the wall in a beat-making manner. “Don’t stop! Yes, yes!” You egged him on, fueling his hunger.

“You’re such a doll, you know that?” He slipped between breaths. Your being now glued to the sheets from the sweat that accumulated.

He eventually slowed his momentum as an orgasm shortly approached. Your walls contracted around him repeatedly, and you were instantly drowned in euphoria. You hadn’t processed that Jin’s fingers were rubbing your clit furiously, making your orgasm crash upon you. And right after, you felt the warmth of his semen painting your walls—his bedroom now filled with the harmony of your moans.

Seokjin fell beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling.

“That was amazing,” He slipped in between breaths. But to his surprise, you’d risen from the bed to re-dress yourself.

“Hey…” He hopped up on his feet, his flaccid cock jumping in the process. “Where you going?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.

“I-I shouldn’t keep Betty waiting…” You trailed off, his eyebrows quirked upwards. “She’s my friend. I came with her tonight.” His strong grip pulled you closer toward him; his fingers caressed your face.

“When will I see you again?” He asked, his grip on you becoming tighter. You shrugged your shoulders, because you weren’t sure when you’d see him again or if you’d have the chance to. Some part of you had hope because you know where he lives now, and you know he’s not far away and out of reach.

When you attempted to pull away, he pulled you back again, “Cash or check?” You contemplated a few moments, and with a tilt of your head, you tiptoed to give him a quick peck.

But it all just felt like a dream. One that you didn’t know would come crashing down. Because that’s all you can remember now. His sheets, his face, his voice, his length, and his scent—everything was Seokjin.

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You came back and more than once. But the next few times, you came alone. It became a routine, almost. You’d join him during the night, and the two of you would escape into the part of his mansion where no one was around—everyone else having occupied the lower level and the courtyard. He’d always bring you to his bedroom, never letting you out in public together. You should have known that was a sign.

Anytime you both were together, you were alone. Because truth is, Seokjin was embarrassed. He held a high status and couldn’t be seen with someone like you. That’s what he told himself. He thought you wouldn’t have come back after the first night, but then you proved him wrong. And he wasn’t going to turn down free sex, especially since you were inexperienced—which gave him more power in the bedroom. He simply went with the flow, taking you as you gave to him.

Yet, you didn’t understand any of it. Especially when one night you took the lead, riding him with your breasts on full display. He moaned your name repeatedly and admitted, “I love you, ____.” And you fell for it, you actually believed him, with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. You were both wrapped up in the moment, your feels at their maximum. Except, you meant it when you replied, “I love you too, Seokjin.” That was the difference.

But one night, he slipped.

You paraded through his estate during one of his parties, brushing past numerous guests and bumping into some, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. He’d normally await for your arrival at the top of the stairwell, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the courtyard or the balcony or the pool. Your heart thumped with a never-ending beat, and you couldn’t ignore the feeling.

Eventually, you found yourself entering the room that you remember oh so well, and you wished you hadn’t. The sight you witnessed sent a burning ache within your chest. Moans and groans filled the atmosphere as you neared the bed that contained those golden sheets you’d become familiar with. To say you were horrified was an understatement. Jin was plunging into another woman while another woman sat on the other woman’s face, a sudden churn of your stomach ascended—you felt as though everything you consumed that day would come right back up.

“S-Seokjin?” You let out, and he abruptly stopped his motions, snapping his gaze toward you. His eyes blown wide and lips parted.

“Fuck!” He spilled, stumbling out of the woman he was in. You turned away, heading beeline for the door. He quickly found his grip on you, and you fought him off, pushing him away and continuously slapping him away.

“How could you? How?!” You screamed. The sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor echoed throughout the palace, as you strutted out and never looked back.

He knew that he fucked up, because truth is, he didn’t even know what he really wanted—but he knew he was selfish. He continued hosting more wingdings, and he never stopped screwing more women. He convinced himself that you were just another Jane he checked off his “To do” list. Because that’s who Seokjin had become. He was no longer that sweet, innocent little boy you once knew. He was no longer your only best friend that you could trust. He was no longer who you thought he was.

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After receiving the test results from your doctor, that’s when everything sunk in, and you made a promise to yourself that you’d eliminate the abuse of caffeine and tobacco you’d taken within your diet. Although somehow, someway, Seokjin found out that you were pregnant (more than likely it was Betty who told him at his still ongoing wingdings, since you spilled who Mr. Worldwide Handsome is), and he had the guts to show himself at your workplace. He paraded through the establishment, calling out your name. To your embarrassment, you remained at your station, internally cursing yourself for having gotten involved with him.

“____!” He raged, searching for your tired figure. You let out a sigh of exhaustion. And there he stood, with creased slacks in his million-dollar man attire, but his gaze was only focused on you.

“____, we need to talk.” He reassured to you, but too loud for prying eyes nearby. You swiped away the sweat that clung to your forehead.

“Well, I am working. How dare you barge in like this as if you have the right?” You retort with a hint of rage in your tone.

He took a deep breath, not wanting to hear it from you. “Listen, I didn’t come to cause any trouble, alright? We need to talk about my baby.”

You scoffed in reply, “Your baby?” His eyes widen slightly, “I am the one carrying our child! This is our baby, not just yours!” He ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner.

“Last I remember, you were too busy having nookie with those quiff’s who were in the same bed you had knocked me up!” Your chest heaves of anger, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

“You can’t just show up here like you’re this-this- bimbo! Because you’re not!” You hadn’t even realized you’d been yelling the entire time, gaining the attention from your nearby co-workers—who attentively watch your riled up figure, courtesy of your hormones.

Jin attempted to speak, “____, I’m-” but then you cut him off, tiredly yelling, “Beat it, Jin!”

His face instantly contorted into an expression you didn’t like to witness. It was a face of pure defeat. His jaw clenched under your stare, but he turned the other cheek and strutted away. You can’t say you felt sorry for him or embarrassed that you called him out because deep down, you knew that he brought everything upon himself.

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You had a baby girl, and the moment you met eyes with her, was when you promised yourself you would climb mountains, swim oceans, and fight any battle to protect and love her the correct way—because she is you and you are her. The first two months were tough, yet Seokjin was nowhere to be found. Betty had been there for you through every step of the way, and you were beyond grateful for that. Although, you felt guilty for not letting Seokjin see his daughter, because after all she is still yours and his child. You asked Betty to accompany you to his mansion, where you had hoped to encounter him—but to no avail, you turned up with nothing. The entire palace was abandoned, like a wasteland. No automobiles, no servants, no Jane’s, no Seokjin.

A few days later on your way home from work, you overheard a few pedestrians gossiping about him. “Mr. Worldwide Handsome? I can’t believe it! Is it true? That he’s really on the run?” One of them says, the other woman replies, “Look, it’s in the paper!” Your eyebrows furrow on the spot.

“Pardon me. Can I see that?” You probe, pointing to the newspaper the two ladies were observing, and surely they were right. His photo was in the daily paper, with the headline of the name of Mr. Worldwide Handsome. He was wanted for bootlegging. He never told you who he really was, all he mentioned to you was that he was indeed Mr. Worldwide Handsome, but never confided in you about his supposed work.

Now he was gone, and you had a feeling that he was never coming back, because the first night when you two were reunited, it was in that moment, just as he’d practiced with numerous other women for years—Seokjin had one goal in mind:

To get her.

#bts smut #jin smut #hyunglinenetwork #btsguild #btsgoldnet #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #btswritingcafe #mikrogalaxynet #ficswithluv #kim seokjin #bts fluff #jin fluff

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bucky-iss-bae · 4 years

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My Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I started writing this at 11.30pm and its now 12.50am, I accidently wrote it. it was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be more than that. Sorryyyy.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Prompts: “Love is Stupid” – “Take my Jacket, its cold outside” – “I’ll walk you home” “Don’t look at me like that”

Warnings: Possesiveness?? The slightest bit of smut that its actually incredibly tame. Also 100 spelling and grammer mistakes bc this is a rush job.

Word count: 2075 (Sorry, I can’t write drabbles for shit lmao)

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Growing up and turning into adults with such a big group of friends meant weekly linkups at your local bar had slowly turned into fortnight linkups, and that slowly turned into only a few people turning up, and everyone hanging out properly probably once a month.

Some were starting families like Stark, or already had a family like Barton. Others were slowly getting into relationships, and only a few of you were single.

It was weird being single and watching everyone else fall in love, grow families, considering that you guys had been friends since high school, or for some since pre-school. It was weird watching some of your friends get into relationships with one another, or with others. Seeing Peggy and Steves relationship grow was a beautiful one, she was one of the strongest women you knew, even in high school, no one ever messed with her. Along with Buck and the rest of you, no one dared to mess with Steve before he hit puberty and ended up towering over everyone, and even being the star athlete in senior year.

The same went for Tony, some thought he would never settle down, but his heart always belonged to one person. Vision and Wanda had only recently gotten together, it was weird because they flirted and had always been there for one another, they had an unspoken bond. You were just scared that soon you would have to find a new roommate. It was difficult when Natasha had left, but being just the two of you, you got buy, you had good jobs and rent was fine, but you knew it would be a difficult process.

Only a few of you were single now, both you and Bucky, although you would gladly change that any day. James Buchanan Barnes. A man you had fancied for years. He was too blind to see it of course. Not that you showed it. The two of you constantly fought, but also joked, if anything you saw him and Sam the most, probably because the three of you were the single ones. There was Peter, but he was a few years younger, and even he had a girl.

Meeting up with everyone on Friday after everyone had finished work was weird, you were sat with Sam and Buck, not everyone could make it, but of course the three of you were ready to turn up. Although you hated seeing playboy Bucky, although those years were long gone.

“You good?” Bucky asked nudging your shoulder,

You grimaced, “I’m fab Buck. But like… Love is stupid” you said looking around at the lovey dovey couples,

He chuckled and smiled across at you, “Ahhh, it’s not that bad” He said, “Look at all those rom coms you watch. You call it cute then”

“That’s because they are cute Buck, but now I want my friends” I whined, “But ok no, I want what they have” I said dropping the dumbest hints.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon, we just gotta make sure they’re good for you”

Bucky had a smirk on his face, “Don’t get all protective over me now Buck”

“Naww, I’m always protective over you” he said putting his arm around you and pulling you into his arms slightly, “You’re my best girl” He stated,

All you could do was smell his aftershave, over the years his smell had almost matured more and more, but it was sexy as hell. Whenever you stayed over at his and Sam’s place after a drunken night, you always ended up in one of Buckys hoodies, or tops, and the smell was just as intoxicating to you now as much as it is then.

“That’s sweet Buck, but it makes me feel like I’ll be single until I turn 35, after that, Sam and I made a pact when we were kids that if we’re both still single, that we’d just end up marrying one another”

Sam winked at me, “You got it, your present for your 35th birthday will be an engagement ring from yours truly”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, “Shame, Steve broke our pact like that. He’s got a girl and everything”

Steve overheard this and turned our way, “Still hurting over that huh, and to think, everyone thought you would’ve settled down first playboy”

“Still hurts that you left me like that Stevie”

Everyone laughed at that, but conversations carried on, Buckys arm had dropped down to your waist now instead, lingering there, although you acted like you couldn’t feel it, the whole time it’s all you could think about as it made your heart hammer in your chest.

Both Nat and Wanda had shared a glance before the both of them looking at you, Peggy also catching on quickly.

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic they were being but a smile still on your face, this happens often enough, the two of you don’t necessarily flirt, but you do, you want to believe there is chemistry there, the way he treats you, the way he plays with your hair, always makes sure you’ve eaten, makes sure you get home safely.

Everyone soon slowly started to disperse, Wanda told you that she would be staying the night with Vision which meant you had to walk back or grab a taxi to your place alone.

“I’ll walk you home” Bucky offered once Sam had managed to pull,

“I’ll be fine Buck” You smiled at him as you walked outside, the cold breeze hitting your face, making you realise how hot and stuffy that place can get,

“Like hell am I letting my girl wander around the city by herself at this time” He said putting his elbow out,

You intertwined your hand through his elbow, as the two of you started walking, “Tonight was nice, makes me miss everyone though” You mumbled leaning your head against his arm, you could feel his bicep, and you knew you would only be lucky to be wrapped up in this mans arms,

“Same, scary how everyone is starting families, and we’re just… here”

You chuckled at that, “Only a matter of time before Wan moved in with Vis”

“Yeah? Well whenever that happens, Steves room is still free” He grinned at you, “Then I’ll have my girl a lot closer” He always said this, always called you his girl but never acted on it. The only time he got close to acting on it was when you were being hit on by a random guy in the bar. He got possessive and attractively dangerous at certain times.

“Eugh, imagine living with boys full time” You joked trying to ignore the comments.

He let out a loud laugh, “Oh, trust me it’ll be a big difference than living with Wanda and Nat”

“I’ve stayed there and I know, and it’s mostly me here anyway, at the moment I’m enjoying my peace and quiet, but also missing the commotion”

“Don’t blame you, at least it’s not a bad set of apartments around here”

You lived in a nice neighbourhood, especially considering New York rates, but you had a very well paid job, no family responsibilities, and put in your savings just as much as you spent on rent. You were fine.

“They’re very nice” You murmured with a small shiver,

Bucky had noticed this and as soon as he did, he stopped, “Shit, sorry Y/N, I promise I was raised better than this” He said,

You stared at him confused, wondering why he stopped but he soon gave you his jacket, you were in awe at the fact that he gave you his jacket,

“Bucky” You pouted, “Thank you” You wrapped yourself in his jacket, the smell of his cologne stronger than before, but so much warmer.

“Anything for you sugar, besides you look better in it than I do, I like you wearing my stuff” He murmured kissing your forehead,

The two of you carried on walking, mostly in silence, it was nice though. Times like this with Bucky meant the world to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours” He asked when you were only a block away from your apartment building,

You shook your head, “I just… like this” You said, “Spending time with you, it’s nice”

He smiled at that, his pearly whites on show, and his beautiful blue eyes twinkling, “I knew I was better company than Wilson”

You laughed at that, “I’m being serious Buck, you just… I don’t know. You make me feel safe and happy, even at 1am walking through the streets of New York”

“Good, because I’m always here to keep you safe” He said,

You stared up at him, so often, when he made comments like that it made you think, does he feel the way you do. Does he want to be with you as much as you want to be with him?

“You’ve got a dangerous look on your face there sugar.”

“No I don’t buck” you whispered before going into your apartment building, nodding at the doorman who also smiled at Buck,

“Yes you do” he said following you into the lift,

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at him and crossing your arms across your chest, he always made fun of you for this but you couldn’t help it,

He tried to supress his smirk, “You look cute sugar, and what was that dangerous look for huh?”

It was just the two of you in the elevator, you didn’t expect him to come up with you,

“I don’t know Buck… like sometimes, sometimes you just make some comments or act a certain way and it makes me overthink. It’s stupid”

He didn’t say anything, instead he had an intense look on his face, his thinking face, although rarely was he this deep in thought, the elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you walked across the landing towards your door, he still hadn’t said anything as the two of you entered your apartment, you kicked your shoes off, and didn’t take Bucks Jacket off until you got to your room, Bucky Still following you.

He stared at your intently, “Don’t look at me like that” you grumbled taking his jacket off, missing the warmth it had and his smell and hanging it back to him, he threw the jacket on the bed before coming up to you, he seemed so much taller right now since you took your heels off, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, still giving you the same look,

“You know, these last few years, I was hoping at some point you would realise why I’ve scared off any guy who comes near you. Why I’ve always been there to look out for you, making sure my fav girl knows she’s my only girl. But you just… you don’t see it. But I think you do. I know you do” He voice was so deep and low, turning you on slightly, he had a dark look in his eyes, but his blue eyes still piercing into you,

“Maybe youre the one whos not caught on Buck, come on, I’ve not cared about any other guy for years, especially when youre the only guy I can see” You whispered at him,

That’s all the conformation he needed before pinning you up against your bedroom door, you gasped at the strength and speed he had, a hand caressing your jaw slowly, before he pressed his lips against your own, you moaned at this he kept you pinned against the door. The kiss was rough but held all the passion your needed, he grabbed your wandering hands before holding them above your head in one place with one of his hands, the other grabbing your hip, pressing himself up against you, the kiss soon turned into kisses down your neck as he bit and sucked his way down,

“Buck” You moaned out feeling a small wetness between your thighs, shocked at the sudden pleasure, if you knew your body would react like this, you would’ve said something sooner, the pleasure this made caused you within seconds was more than any man had done before.

“You’re mine Y/N” He growled out, “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure it takes more than just my cologne all over you for you to know that” He said before picking you up and throwing you on your bed before joining you.

The two of you making love in ways you didnt expect with him, not realising he felt the way you did, and him giving you want you wanted, no needed.

A/N: Lol I’m so sorryyyy I’m trying to write more and moreeee. Hope you enjoy though, any requests send them my wayyyyyy

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hq-cuties · 4 years

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K but... #5 with tsuki pls 🥺👉👈

Of course! Tsuki fits this prompt so well omg

Prompt: “Are you stupid or just dumb?”

Tsukishima:

You sit in anticipation at your desk, the sound of rustling papers and footsteps filling your ears. Your math teacher walks around the class, handing out the test that you had taken yesterday. You knew already that you failed it, it was simply a matter of how bad. The teacher then stands next to you and slides your upside-down paper across your desk before moving on to the kid behind you. That was not a good sign. You hesitantly pick up the old test and flip it over, covering the grade with your hand so that your classmates wouldn’t see it. Bright red pen markings cover the page, correcting almost every answer- a few questions even have question marks next to them. You sigh quietly, placing your head down onto the desk.

Soon enough, the class period ends, signifying the end of the school day. You pack your things back into your bag quickly, wanting to finally get home. Right as you begin to get up and leave, your teacher stops you.

“Oh, (y/n), could you actually come here for a second?”

You scrunch up your face, not wanting to turn back around to face the teacher. And yet, you do it anyway. He begins writing on a sticky note as you slowly walk back to his desk. “Yes, is something wrong?” You ask, knowing exactly why he was calling you back.

“It’s about the test. What happened? You were doing fine on the assignments.” He looks up from his note, covering the words with his hand. Of course you did well on the assignments, your boyfriend pretty much did them for you.

“Ah, well, I think I just.. didn’t study enough?” You tilt up the end of your sentence, making it come out as more of a question than an answer. Your teacher sighs before picking up the note and handing it to you.

“Here. This is a pass to come Friday morning and retake it. You won’t be alone- there were a few others who failed too. Please study this time.” You look at the paper, surprised, before finally taking it. Friday? As in two days from now Friday? You were screwed.

You thank him for the opportunity before stepping out of the class. If you were going to pull this off, you had to start early. You close the door behind you, and turn around to see Tsuki leaning against the wall. He waited for you to notice him before starting to walk away.

“Ahh, Kei, wait!” you call, jogging up to him so you could walk together, “Sorry, I was later than usual. I failed my math test.”

“Didn’t I help you with math like, two weeks ago?” He asks, grabbing your bookbag off of your shoulder to carry it for you. You thank him quietly before responding.

“Yes? I’m sorryyyy,” you whine, looking down at your feet, “Do you think you could maybe help me again though? I have a retest in two days..”

He sighs, and nods his head, “Yeah, I’ll come over.” A smile lightens your face at his words, and he looks away from you.

The two of you arrive at your house after a quick walk from the school. You had prepared some snacks and drinks before sitting down at the small table in your room. Tsuki took out his notes to help you, and you stare at the work dumbfoundedly. They were so neat. You listened to his gruff voice as he explained the portion of the notes that was on the test, and you simply continue to stare at the work. None of it was actually making sense.

“Oi, pay attention,” he pulls you out of your daze, and you blink quickly, “Do you understand this part?” He points to a long formula that was apparently supposed to help solve the problem. You shake your head quickly.

“Am I supposed to understand that?” You read over the notes again. He looks at you in disbelief, and pulls the notes away from you.

“One second,” he mumbles, scribbling something down in his notebook, “There. Can you solve that? If you can’t, we have a problem.” he pushes the book back towards you, and you read over what he wrote.

‘Solve for x: x+10=17’

You try for a minute to figure out the answer before setting down your pen. “It equals three!” you say confidently, looking up at your boyfriend. He looks back at you, then puts his head in his hand.

“Are you stupid or just dumb?” He asks, his voice tilting up in a laugh. You stare at him, half because he just called you stupid, and half because he was laughing. “Jeez, you’re hopeless,” he sighs, his laugh trailing off.

You sigh, putting your head down on your table, “I’m gonna fail on Friday, aren’t I?” You mumble, covering your face with your hands. You hear your boyfriend chuckle beside you again, and you glare at him from between your fingers, “Hey, don’t-”

“You’re not going to fail. Not if I can help it,” He pulls your hands off of your face and you smile sadly at him, “I’ll just be as easy as teaching a fish to breathe air..” he jokes, ducking away from your attempt to hit him on his shoulder.

He helps you for the rest of the night, explaining basic math so that it would be easier for you to understand the test material. He promises to return the next day to help you again, and you thank him, smiling.

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“How’d you do?” Tsuki asks, watching you step out of the classroom. Your face is blank, and a paper is tucked in your hand.

You hold up the test, and point at a big, red, ‘70′ at the top of the paper, “I passed! I mean, it’s not great, but it’s not a 25 like before..” you trail off, smiling wildly.

He congratulates you, making some joke about ‘finally not wasting his time’ before responding somewhat seriously, “Well, yeah, I guess it's better than- wait, you got a 25 the first time?!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu imagines

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nonstoplover · 4 years

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Café ~ Dave Franco

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Summary: (Y/N) loves spending her time in her favourite coffee shop, but what she’d never imagine is that one day it becomes more than just grabbing a coffee, spending time with a specific brown haired boy…

Words: 2.7K

Approximate reading time: about 10 mins

A/N: this was my first actual request, and it was so long ago i’m sure you already forgot about it, @mcrvellouslystcrk but i didn’t, and after this long time i’m here with the finished product. i’m sorryyyy for taking so long, i had a terrible writer’s block, but now inspiration came back and i finished it in only a couple days. hope you enjoy

The smell of freshly brewed coffee catches my nostrils as I enter the small, indie-themed café. I take a deep breath happily like a real coffee addict when I feel the familiar calmness spread through my veins because of the oh-so-loved smell.

I look around, gladly noticing that my favourite table at the back of the room, next to the furthest window is left free, as if it’s waiting only for me.

I quickly walk towards the wooden furniture, placing my coat and scarf on one of the chairs as a signal that it’s taken before stepping to the counter to ask for the coffee I always order.

The girl behind the counter only glances up and she already recognises me, a smile appears on her face as she moves to start making a coffee for me.

“The same as usual, am I right? How are you today?”

“Yes, exactly. I’m great, thank you, a little tired.” I answer, smiling back at her.

“I’m glad you’re feeling great.” She beams up at me, pausing for a moment before speaking up again, finishing up the final touches on my order. “Let me tell you this one thing though, today has been absolutely crazy. So many people came in, even a couple celebrities!”

“Oh, really? I haven’t seen anyone.” I quickly look around to see if there is anyone famous around, but don’t catch sight of anyone except the bored businessmen and hippie-looking writers typing away on their laptops.

“It’s quite a surprise that your table stayed free to be honest. Some movie is being shot near here, all the crew and staff comes to take a drink. Which is of course great, because the more orders, the more money, and also you can meet a lot of famous people, but you know, I can’t take a rest if there are so many people…” She hands me the familiar reusable paper cup. “But enough of my ranting, have a nice time here as usual and enjoy your drink.”

I stroll back to my table, sitting down. A happy sigh escapes past my lips as I finally taste the hot beverage on my tongue, and I quickly reach in my bag with my free hand to take my book out. It almost opens up by itself at the page I finished reading the last time due to having been read a few times already.

Calmness spreads all over me again right away, making me forget all my problems and nervousness as I take in the words from the lovely smelled pages.

Not many minutes later out of nowhere I hear a gentle cough from above my head as the shadow of a body appears in the corner of my eyes, standing next to me. I look up to see a man with a cup similar to mine in his hand, mouth smiling down at me but his eyes stay hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

“Hello. Sorry for disturbing, is this seat taken?”

“Oh, no, it’s not, feel free to sit down.” I’m quick to reply, pulling my things closer to me on the wooden surface to free up more space on it.

“Thank you,” he smiles and as he sits down, a strange feeling comes over me. I know this man. “I’m Dave by the way.”

And all of a sudden I know why he seemed so familiar.

He’s Dave Franco. The Dave Franco. I’m sitting at the same table with Dave Franco.

These thoughts run through my mind swiftly, his name repeated every other second as a wave of recognition hits me, but I’m quick to re-gain composure and half-recover from the shock I’m feeling and I try to act like I don’t know who he is.

“Ah, I’m… I’m (Y/N).”

“Beautiful name,” he announces before taking a sip of his drink. “Mmm, it tastes absolutely fantastic.”

“Yeah, this place is the best in town.” I slowly drink from mine as a shy smile spreads across my face.

“You come here often?”

“Yes, once a week. I used to come here almost every day but I realised that I’m going to spend all my money here and soon I’ll gain more weight than I’d want to, so I reduced the number of my visits to only once in a week. It’s my happy place. Here I can calm down whenever I need to,” I speak, words flying out my mouth rapidly. “Ugh, sorry, I’m rambling about my nonsense to a stranger.”

“Please, don’t apologize, I’m interested,” he smiles my way before lowering his head, eyes probably noticing the book laying in front of me. “What are you reading?”

Oh, well, that’s it. You can’t hide it anymore. He’s gonna find out that you know him.

“Nerve. I saw the film adaptation a while back and loved it so much that I decided to read it,” I mumble, staring right at the mentioned book, not being able to look up at his face.

A few second long silence comes as an answer and I glance up to see the blush creeping up his cheeks as he processes my words.

“So you’ve seen the movie, eh?” He finally says, voice a bit raspy before clearing his throat.

“Yeah.” I can’t tell which one of us is more embarrassed and flushed red at the moment, but I can’t take it after a while and look back down at my hands resting on the table.

“Then you know who I…” his voice gets more and more quiet as he speaks, slowly dying off, as he’s not being able to finish the sentence he has started.

“Yep, I know who you are, Dave Franco. I admire your work actually,” I say quietly, making sure no one else around us hears my words, my eyes still casted on my hands.

Only a couple seconds later I get the courage finally to raise my head up and look at his face, somewhere where his eyes are probably situated behind the sunglasses, and I’m trying hard to calm down, or to at least look like I’m calm from his point of view when in reality inside my chest my heart seems to burst with excitement.

“Oh,” is his only response.

“You alright?” I ask as he starts uncomfortably shifting. Did I say something I shouldn’t have?

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m just a bit… surprised,” he pauses in the middle of his sentence, probably searching for the right word.

“Surprised?” I cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“I’m not used to get this reaction from girls who know who I am.”

Then probably my trying has succeeded and I do look like I’m calm.

“Well, you know, it doesn’t have such a huge impact on me. I’ve met with other huge celebrities in my life.”

He clears his throat, seeming even more uncomfortable by now.

“I’m only joking. I’ve never met any famous people before actually,” I chuckle after seeing his expression.

“Oh. Oh!” Dave kinda exclaims in realization. “Then how are you so calm?”

“I’m not.” I admit with a blush appearing on my face.

“Then you’re a great actor,” he smiles before moving to take another sip of his drink.

“I don’t think so, but I have to admit that it feels nice to hear this coming from an already proven to be amazing actor.”

Now it’s his time to blush. He shakes his head before an adorable giggle rolls out from his mouth.

“What?” I laugh. “It’s not like you didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, but I can’t get used to hearing it from a random pretty girl I just met at a random café.” Dave looks at me, his eyebrows half raised, appearing from behind the sunglasses.

Hearing those words I can’t keep looking at him and turn my gaze away. I stare into my cup, watching intently how the steam slowly flies up, out of the brown coloured beverage.

“So, (Y/N). What do you do? Work? College?” Dave speaks up again and I take a deep breath before looking back up, only to see that he has lowered the accessory sitting on his nose, and he’s now watching me curiously with nothing in the way of his set of lovely, brown eyes.

“So, David. I’m a uni student at the moment but I’m also working. So technically both.” I keep a straight face on, a kind of challenging one to be exact.

“What do you study?”

“Psychology.” I answer, and he freezes for a moment, his eyes gleaming with interest before probably deciding on to simply continue interviewing me.

“What do you work?”

“I’m a waitress.”

“Oh, nice. Where?” Dave nods.

“A nearby restaurant.”

“I see, you pretty much like this neighbourhood.”

“You don’t even know it all.” I chuckle. He’s just about to speak up again when I lean closer and as a top secret I whisper the answer to the question I know he’s just about to ask. “I even live in this neighbourhood.”

“No way.” Dave gasps, leaning in above the table like me.

I nod, glancing around to see if anyone else heard what I said, staying in character the whole time. When I look back into his light brown orbs, he breathes out a quiet ‘why’ and I can feel the air coming out past his lips on the skin of my face.

Suddenly I’m more than aware of the fact that we’re only a few mere centimetres away from each other’s face.

A shiver runs down my spine and then moves through my whole body as Dave leans back in his seat and starts laughing.

“I actually still believe that you would be a terrifically awesome actress.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Wow, no resistance? Where’s the girl I got to know a few minutes ago? All rebel and stuff.”

Laughter takes control over me as I watch, well actually almost admire his whole presence as he sips from his cup again, his eyes never leaving me, even for a second.

“After this improvised scene we just did I think I see what you mean,” I shrug when my laughter finally quietens.

“Maybe I should introduce you to my manager. You know, to see if you’d get a role in something.”

“I’m pretty sure I would get the leading role in any movie without making a real effort.” I smirk.

“Can I be honest with you?” Dave all of a sudden leans forward again, a serious expression spreading across his cheeks. I nod curiously and he continues. “I miss the old shy (Y/N). I don’t like this sarcastic, cocky new version.” I burst out laughing, so hard that I have to grab at my sides as it starts to hurt, quickly losing my breath. People sitting around us cast curious or even irritated glances towards me, but I can’t help it and I keep on laughing.

A few minutes pass by with only my laughter and other various background noises filling up the air before I try to calm myself down. After taking a few deep breaths I manage to sit back up straight and look at him.

He’s watching me with something different in his eyes. Something I would describe as adoration, but that can’t be true. Why would he ever look at me like that?

“That’s what you get after getting to know me.” I speak up to divert my thoughts.

“Yeah?” He grins, the previous look in his eyes decreasing but not fully disappearing.

“Yeah. I’m usually described as a pretty sarcastic person. People also get annoyed with me quite often,” I admit, curiously waiting for his reaction.

“We have to meet more then so I can get to know you, you made me interested. Now I wanna see why people get annoyed.” Dave looks at me with a daring gleam in his eyes.

My heart stops for a second at his obviously flirty answer. Why would he want to meet me?

“We’re both quite busy people from what I can tell. How do you wanna do that?” I crook my neck, glancing up at him intrigued from the new, different angle.

“I don’t know yet. We have to figure it out.”

About half a minute passes with neither of us speaking, but the intension of our stares grows more and more as we can’t tear our gaze away, trapped in the depth of the eyes of each other.

“I was serious, I hope you know that,” Dave speaks again with his expression turning less playful. “I want to meet you again.”

A blush makes its way to my cheeks as his eyes soften, him still not taking them off me. “I’d love to meet you again, too,” I answer quietly.

“Amazing!” He grins.

Another few seconds pass in a comfortable silence, the type that’s filled with deep, maddening thinking.

“Actually, I admit, I’m still not sure why you wanna do that,” I speak my thoughts out loud. “You don’t even know who I am and if I’m crazy, like at all. Nothing.”

“I know. We only met a few minutes ago.” His eyes are still the same soft and I’m effortlessly melting in those auburn irises.

“Exactly.”

“Well, only in a few seconds you woke an interest in me. And I have this weird feeling that we could be great friends.”

Friends. So that’s what he wants. Only friends. I feel like something just hit me hard in the chest. Of course, why would he want anything more? How could I be so stupid?

“(Y/N)? (Y/N),” the concern in his voice breaks me out of the train of thoughts that goes on in my head. "Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.”

“I have to go back to set now, but I wanted to ask for your number.”

The butterflies in my stomach start flying around again but I stop them, knowing that it’s useless. He only sees me as a friend. He only wants to be my friend.

“Oh, sure. Give me your phone.” I say, faking a smile on my face, my thoughts still swirling about how much of an idiot I feel like at the moment for thinking I could ever be more to someone like him.

Dave’s right hand is already holding the phone prepared for this, so in less than a moment he places it on the surface of the table. I grab it, typing in my number and name before pressing save and placing it back in his palm.

I’m still somewhere deep in my thoughts, not paying real attention to the situation when I notice him staring at me, clearly waiting for something.

“What?” I ask.

“Give me your phone as well. Or you don’t want my number?” Dave jokes but I can see it in his eyes that he’s truly worried about yes being the answer to his question.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I stutter, quickly reaching into my bag to pull my phone out, unlocking it and almost throwing it in his hand because of the speed I want to do it.

“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, I’m not in that much of a hurry,” he laughs.

I let out a nervous chuckle, trying to get away from my previous thoughts, not letting them come back.

“Okay, here you go,” he puts it down and stands up before speaking again. “Well, talk to you later.”

“You too.” I turn my head up towards him. He pushes his sunglasses back up to over his eyes before flashing a heart melting smile at me.

“Have a nice day. It was a pleasure to spend my break with you.”

“Yeah, it was pretty nice to meet you. Have fun on set.”

He nods, both our smiles matching the other’s, bright and happy, before he turns away and starts making his way towards the door. He turns back once more and while taking a few steps backwards, speaks up one last time.

“Sorry for not letting you read.”

I only chuckle, shaking my head as a signal that it’s not a problem.

The smile stays on my face the whole time while I’m drinking the last few sips of my coffee, not even touching my book again, just staring out of my head to the table in front of me.

When I finish, I quickly place all my stuff back in my bag and stand up, pulling on my jacket.

“Saw you had a nice company.” Maddy, the barista appears next to me out of nowhere, a piece of material in her hand to clean the table I was sitting at.

“You did?” I ask back, confused that she isn’t freaking out by the fact that it was indeed a famous actor.

“At least he looked pretty decent from behind,” she speaks without looking up at me, and it becomes clear to me why she’s so calm.

“Didn’t he face you at the counter though?”

“Oh yeah, really… ” Maddy pauses with a thoughtful expression on her face, then suddenly seems to remember the situation more exactly as she continues with an explanation. “He had his sunglasses on at the time, I couldn’t see his face.”

“Oh, I see.” I move my head in a nod, accepting that she didn’t recognise his face without the full view of it like I did.

“So, was he good?” She winks at me.

“Yeah, pretty handsome.” I blush, remembering how my conversation with Dave Franco turned out.

Maddy finishes cleaning and folds the cloth in her hands, smirking at me.

“I saw you exchange phone numbers, so… fill me in with the details next week.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” I giggle.

“Have a nice week!”

“You too, Maddy.” I call out while making my way towards the door and stepping out of the café.

Crisp early spring air enters my nose as soon as I close the door behind me, and I take a deep breath, enjoying the chillness that fills up my lungs in no time.

Feeling refreshened and happy I glance up at the light blue sky, squint a bit because of the sun that’s shining bright down at me, and as a joyous smile reaches across my face, I start walking away in the direction of my apartment, feeling content in my heart.

.::the end::.

Part Two here

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#dave franco #dave franco imagine #now you see me #jack wilder #nerve #nerve ian #franco #requested #imagine #café shop #coffee date #21 jump street #22 jump street

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floraone · 5 years

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So, this is to my guest reviewer who got so offended that I mentioned drag queens in Would You Like To Date My Friend, Chiba Mamoru? that they felt compelled to write me a long review about how much I wasted their time and should not bring my worldviews into my writing.

So… here! Have some more drag queens! :D

“Are we really sure this is… necessary?” Mamoru mumbled, eyeing the duct tape warily.

Usagi wasn’t helping. She looked more unsure than he did. And frankly, that wasn’t very reassuring given the fact that she was about to duct tape his newly shaven dick up his ass.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Minako said from behind the paravent. “You gotta look authentic!”

“Right,” he sighed, spread his thighs apart a little wider with a flush, and nodded for Usagi to start.

Unsurprisingly, duct tape on your junk hurt. He winced immediately,

“Sorry, sorry, sorryyyy,” she cried, but never stopped with the tape.

Yup. He was now pretty grateful Minako had insisted on that full-body wax for him.

He closed his eyes and just let her do it, even when she knelt in front of him and looked at his junk and the tape as if it were the most complicated of all IKEA furniture she’d ever have to put together.

“How’s this even supposed to…” she mumbled in frustration.

“He’s supposed to look flat,” came the very helpful remark from the other side.

“Duh.” Mamoru and Usagi rolled their eyes in perfect synchronization, before he winced again, hissing through his teeth.

“Sorryyyy!”

“Ok, so,” Makoto’s voice this time. “You’re supposed to like, tuck them back up.”

“Back up?!” Usagi said, eyeing his testicles varily.

Mamoru’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline in spontaneous panic.

“Like, there’s supposed to be this little pocket? Where they came from? You’re supposed to shove them back in, or up, and the dick is supposed to go like, all the way back to the ass crack.”

“Where are you reading this from?” he asked, trying to not sound panicked.

“WikiHow!”

Uh…

He looked down at his fiancée wide-eyed, who wasn’t looking back much better.

Shaking his head though, he grabbed downstairs, deciding to take matters into his own hand after all and quite literally, and subsequently tried to shove it all up himself - and actually, yeah… kind of? A pocket??

He nodded down towards her and yuppp, tape down there really, really hurt.

He wasn’t looking forward to taking that back off. Really, he wasn’t.

What he didn’t do for the mission…

“Right,” Usagi announced, quite proudly. “He’s flat now!”

A cheer from the other side of the paravent, and then a hipster slip thrown over the side of it that he quickly stepped into. And with that, he supposed his paravent privacy rights were over, because it was shoved away, and he was handed a pair of shiny see-through black tights and a black bra.

“Here’s your boobs,” Minako said with a wink, and handed him a pair of silicone pads.

He sighed long and hard, even when Usagi was already grabbing them from him and stuffing them into his bra.

“Is this really–” he tried again.

“Of course it’s necessary!” Minako interrupted him, then motioned for him to sit on the stool before her vanity.

He really didn’t like the look of that glue she held up.

“Sit!” she ordered.

He did, but eyed her suspiciously.

“Oh c’mon!” Minako groused. “Trust me a little! I got you!”

He sighed, and closed his eyes, and felt Minako attack his eyebrows with glue. To better camouflage them away with make-up, she later explained, and paint him new ones.

“Ok so,” Ami said from the side of Minako’s bed, detangling some cables to stick into her impromptu equipment. “Once you’re inside, scout the perimeter. If you wear your mic and earpiece, I have you on monitor the whole time. Try to track anything even remotely suspicious.”

“Right,” he mumbled, eyes back open. Minako was dabbing his face in nude colored make-up and it felt like she was painting him a new one.

“Full contour?” Rei asked next to her.

“Of course!” she mumbled, took a new brush, a new color, and wiped at his cheekbones.

“We’ll be in the audience the whole time,” Ami continued. “The second you notice something that looks like the attack, or a portal, or a weapon, or anything, one of us transforms and will be right with you.”

“A weapon?!” Usagi shrieked.

“And try to keep close to the other Queens, protect them. Try to take the hit for them if worst comes to worst.”

“WHAT?!” Usagi bellowed.

But he nodded. “Right,” he said, at the same time as Rei who rolled her eyes at Usagi and barked a, “Give him some credit, will you? He can take it!”

That was the whole reason they were doing this, after all. Someone had been threatening the local queer community for a while, and after ‘only’ hate speech in the mail, started making serious threats especially to the little drag theater they were trying to protect tonight. And since the last attack had been supernatural in nature, and this one was almost a sure bet, the local police had contacted the Senshi and asked for their assistance.

It had been Minako’s idea of course. That their best shot was to have someone undercover in the show who tries to take the brunt of the attack.

Usagi had been first to volunteer - use the Luna Pen, turn herself into a Beautiful Drag Queen. Mamoru had been first to protest and volunteer as tribute in her stead.

He wasn’t letting any more crazy people try and blow up his girlfriend.

Everyone had agreed (except Usagi.)

Minako was glueing fake eyelashes on him when Rei spoke up again, tapping her finger to her chin as she watched Minako work.

“We need a good drag name for you,” she mumbled thoughtfully.

“Mamoko!” Usagi cried from her perch on the floor right beside his stool.

He smiled - the others rolled their eyes.

“That’s not a drag name,” Rei shot in her direction with that ’are you daft, again?’ inflection to her voice, dismissing her.

“Princess Flower?” Makoto suggested. “Rosa Mask? Rosa Tux? Golden Thorne?”

“Domina Masque?” Ami threw in with a shrug, and Mamoru threw her an offended look.

“Ooooh!” Minako cried. “I like it! We gotta get you a mask!”

He sighed long and hard - but was tutted for it - Minako was working on his lips.

“Here I got your butt!” Makoto said, holding up the newly finished spanks with foam hot-glued in it.

He sighed even harder.

It was when Minako was done with the make-up, and the girls had tucked him into the sparkly red and crazy short sequin dress and zipped him up, that he was starting to not recognize himself in the mirror anymore.

“Damn, girl,” Makoto whistled. “What do you need these legs for?! Why are you so skinny?”

He blushed immediately, looking down at himself.

Minako dabbed some powder to his cheeks, looking pleased, then pulled a nylon net over his head.

“You’re really good at this,” he mumbled thoughtfully.

“Thanks!” she beamed, then winked. “Finally some trust!”

“I wouldn’t go so far,” he chuckled.

She threw him a pointed look, but a smile was dancing over her lips, and she tucked all his hair into the net, then took a razor to his sideburns and the back of his neck. He didn’t even stiffen anymore.

“Just think of me as your mother tonight!” she beamed.

Rei dramatically rolled her eyes. “Minako, you are not a Drag Queen. You don’t get to be his drag mom.”

Minako waved her off with a tsk, but flapped a long dark wig over his head.

When it was done, even he had to blink at his reflection.

It was… actually kind of good? The long dark hair suited him, the smokey eyes and contour kinda…too?

“You know,” Minako commented. “You look a bit like Rei like this.”

“You really, really do,” Usagi hushed, quite breathlessly, quite wide-eyed, cheeks way too flushed, and he couldn’t help but lift his eyebrows at her in the reflection of the mirror.

He really didn’t know what to think when she blushed even harder at that…

“Shoes!” Minako cried happily, interrupting that thought, and presented him with a pay of pretty much sky high transparent peep toes, with a red sole and… and… were those roses in the platforms?! “I have your slippers, princess,” she said with a smirk.

He looked at them as if she was waving a pair of guns at him.

“Are you expecting me to be able to walk in that?” he asked incredulously.

She threw him a look of utter annoyance. “Just try, for god’s sake. This isn’t science.”

And so he sighed again, but strapped himself into seven inch shoes with roses in them.

When he got up, Usagi’s hand directly there to clutch his and help him up, he was surprised he could actually somewhat walk on them.

“You know…” he said, surprised and looking down, “this isn’t actually so bad?”

Minako beamed with pride.

“If I don’t have to actually, you know, walk…?”

Another tsk and dismissive wave of Minako’s hand. “Just hang on to the pole. You’ll be fine.”

“A pole?!”

“Ahh, don’t worry, Just swing around a little on it. Try to look sexy.”

“WHAT?!”

“Like you wanna fuck the audience. Ya know? Look at them like you look at Usagi when she’s yelling something obnoxious at you.”

“MINAKO?!”

And so, about an hour later, mic in his fake cleavage and dick taped to his ass and looking like a Queen, he stood in front of an open stage door with a mission to fulfill.

“Let’s do this then,” he said with one last sigh.

“Yas Queen!” Makoto shouted amusedly, and shut up with a barely contained chuckle at his withering look.

“Showtime!” Minako cried ecstatically, and shoved him down the stage door. “Don’t get killed!”

He sighed again, but got to it.

Minako pressed her fist to her heart. “I am so proud of my daughter,” she beamed, wiping away a fake tear.

“You are NOT HIS MOTHER,” Rei cried again in frustration.

And no one really commented the fact that Usagi kind of really, really seemed to like her fiancé in that get-up.

Eventually, he actually kinda killed it? Before the homophobic monster attacked, of course, and blew it all to smithereens. But even then, Domina Masque looked like quite a stunner throwing those roses.

#yup #my fic #my stuff #tumblr shorts #because if you tell me not to do something i will only do it more?#thanks irritablevowel for picking out his shoes ;)#have fun with this lol #yes I'm petty #yes I dig this lol?#Mamoru in drag #my husband suggested to just randomly put a drag queen into all of my fics now #not even with plot #just like #'and across the streetwalked a gorgeous drag queen'

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Road Trip: Punk!AU

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn (oc), Punk!Geralt x Punk! Yennefer, Punk!Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 2963 Rating: T Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats, @nevadawolfe, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @coffee-and-stories a/n: This installment is really oc heavy sorryyyy. Also I’m really terrible at writing lyrics, so please forgive my shitty attempt lol. The next part will be supplied by @ficsandcatsandficsandcats :3

{Part I}{Part II}{Part III}{Part IV}

Part V - If You Need Anyone

Chicago had been fun.

After her talk with Win, Aevryn felt like a weight had been lifted from her lungs. She still wasn’t talking with Yennefer, which stung, and Valdo’s request for her to listen to his new album hung over her head, twisting her stomach anxiously, but at least one thing was okay.

I release you.

She’d finished out the rest of the city with a genuine smile on her face, glad that Jaskier had begged for them to stop and have some fun, forgetting her worries for at least a few hours.

Back in Roach Aev sat in the backseat as the others piled in for the night, exhausted, putting her earbuds in as Win’s comforting presence settled next to her. Leaning against the darkened van window she watched the dark lake shore fly by with the blur of headlights, the city skyline shrinking in the distance, an empty ache settling in her chest. Valdo’s album was set to drop soon and she didn’t know if she was ready.

True she’d put on one of his songs the other morning as she’d drove, just to hear his voice, but it had been one she’d heard many times before. This new album was uncharted territory and she worried it might dredge up more emotions she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face yet; there was still so much to unpack there, things long buried.

Unlocking her phone she opened up her twitter messages, reading them over again when a new message alert popped up.

@valdomarxofficial: Hey, happy birthday, beautiful. Am I the first to wish you that? I hope so.

Shit, she swore, eyes flicking up to the top bar of her phone that displayed the time, to see that it was indeed a couple minutes after midnight, July 31st. Her birthday.

Groaning at the thought of what embarrassing things her bandmates’ were going to attempt to do to celebrate, a slight giddiness filled her chest that Valdo had been the first to remember.

@aeverona: You are, actually. I’m impressed you remembered.

@valdomarxofficial: You wound me, love. How could I forget something so important? Are you doing anything special to celebrate?

Shaking her head fondly, Aevryn scooted down further in her seat, chewing her lip, fighting back a smile as her fingers flew over the onscreen keyboard.

@aeverona: you prick, there are a lot of important things you’ve forgotten over the years... but i’m glad you messaged me. No, we’re just driving right now, everyone’s asleep.

@valdomarxofficial: a shame, you should be the center of attention at a decadent party thrown in your honour. Perhaps i’ll have to rectify that. Well, if you have nothing better to do, consider this your birthday gift from me. x

Attached was a download link from his bandcamp and Aev sighed at the sight. He really wanted her to listen, didn’t he?

@aeverona: a bit self absorbed, are we? lol okay, i give in i’ll listen to it

Taking a deep breath she clicked the link to the download. While she waited she turned back to the window, pressing her cheek to the cool glass. She could hear Yennefer’s voice in her head, as if her friend could read her thoughts even now. Don’t. How many times are you going to let him hurt you?

She closed her eyes.

—

Yennefer pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders as she shifted in the passenger seat, trying to find a comfortable spot while avoiding glancing at Geralt behind the wheel. The soft music he had turned on had effectively lulled the rest of the van to sleep, but her thoughts swirled, keeping her awake.

She could sense Geralt’s eyes flicking to her every so often and sighed, sitting up in the seat, unable to will herself to sleep anyway. Her change in posture signified that she wanted to talk, but an awkward silence fell over them while Geralt merely waited.

“So… what did you and Jaskier do today when we split up?” she asked without looking at him.

Geralt glanced at her, a ghost of a smile tracing his lips for a moment.

“We climbed a rock wall.”

Yennefer jerked in surprise, her dark eyes peering back at Jaskier, snoring softly. “But he hates heights.”

“I know,” Geralt replied with a soft snort, wanting to say more, though the words died on his tongue. Silence fell once more.

Several miles passed.

“What about you and [Y/N]?”

Yennefer shrugged. “We rode the carousel and talked.”

“Oh?”

“Yep.” Yennefer answered simply. “I got to ride a dragon.”

Geralt snorted in amusement. “Very you.”

Yen’s answering laugh lifted his spirits, buoying him even as silence fell once more. At least she was talking to him again.

—

Aevryn startled awake as the van slowed, turning off the highway into a brightly lit truck stop. Geralt threw Roach into park and got out. The others stirred slightly, but no one woke. Aev looked down at her phone. Fuck, she thought angrily, Valdo’s album list staring her in the face. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. It had only been an hour and a half, but now that she was awake and filled with nervous energy she didn’t think she could just sit there.

Carefully extricating herself from the depths of the van she slipped out the sliding door, following Geralt into the rest stop. The usually stoic drummer gave a start when he turned from the cooler, drink in hand, to find her standing right behind him.

“Jesus Aev,” he growled, frowning, stepping around her to go pay.

“Can I drive for a bit, Gery?” Aevryn asked, quickly grabbing another Red Bull from the cooler before jogging to catch up to him, flashing him a smarmy smile as he grabbed a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

“Don’t call me that,” Geralt grunted, setting his purchases on the counter. After a moment he grabbed the giant can out of her hand to set with his stuff before handing the cashier a worn twenty.

“Please?” Aevryn asked. “If I don’t keep my hands busy I’ll go crazy. And I need to keep my mind off some… stuff.”

“Hmm.”

The cashier handed him his change and Geralt handed Aev her drink.

“You’re not tired?” he asked, giving her a pointed look, his light hazel eyes studying her sharply, knowingly.

“No.”

“Hmm.” After a moment Geralt nodded and shoved the box of cakes at her. “Here. This is for you.”

Aevryn ducked her head to hide her grin as she followed Geralt back to the van, noticing the cakes were mini birthday cakes.

Taking the driver’s seat Aevryn buckled in and stuck her headphones in her ears, not wanting to face a repeat of the other morning as she listened to Valdo’s new music. If Jaskier happened to wake up and heard it he would flip his shit, and on top of everything else going on, that was the last thing Aev wanted to deal with. She still didn’t know how she was going to break it to him that she was on speaking terms with her ex again, amongst other things.

Taking a swig of her energy drink and stuffing one of the snack cakes in her mouth she turned on the first song as she pulled back onto the highway.

This album is a letter, one I should have written long ago.

Valdo’s low voice in her ear sent an involuntary shiver down her spine and her breath caught at his words, fending off the intrusive thought that he was speaking directly to her before the guitar swelled, leading into the next song and Aev nearly barked a surprised laugh at the opening notes -- a cover of one of her favourite songs.

Not usually one to care for covers, she couldn’t help but admit that it was good; Valdo’s voice filling each familiar lyric with new meaning, and again it felt as though he were singing for her and her alone, a private performance that the masses might peer into, but never truly understand. The next song was an original one, but again with an easter egg she felt was strangely meant for her to uncover. Valdo’s haunting vocals were joined by another voice, barking and raspy, and instantly recognizable to Aevryn.

That fucking bastard, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief, though a smile stole across her face like a thief. He’d just had to go and collaborate with her favourite musician -- one so obscure that not even Jaskier knew she listened to. Now he was just showing off.

As she continued to listen, each song had something jump out at her, some lyric that tickled her memory or a reference to some in-joke shared between the two of them as teens, and it was becoming more and more difficult to believe that these were just coincidences. Looking down at her phone she realized she was already on the final song and that’s when it happened.

The opening notes were accompanied by a lonely piano chord and the instant mood change gripped her, holding her hostage as she listened raptly, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. Valdo’s voice trembled with emotion, weaving poetry that would certainly steal anyone’s breath away -- personal and raw, but the words hit her like a train, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.

Darling, it was always you, since day one, I knew, I was smitten, I admit, but it was more than that. After all, ‘just friends’ don’t look at each other like that. ‘Just friends’ don’t kiss each other like that.

It nearly took this immature fuckup too long to realize, What you meant when you said I needed you. And by then it was almost too late. How was I to know you’d need me too? I never told you, when you lay in that hospital bed, unsure if you’d ever wake, It nearly killed me, it drove me mad. Not caring what might become of me I went to his house and I went to bat, I lashed out in hate. Please don’t tell me it was all for nothing...

Her throat suddenly dry, Aevryn swallowed as the song continued on.

It was her. It was their life.

Had he really done that, she wondered, her breath shallow as a memory she’d fought hard to bury surfaced hazily. When she’d woke in the hospital after telling him why she’d done it, he was lying in the bed with her, his cut lip and bruised knuckles standing out in stark relief now. She’d never really questioned where they came from before.

“Oh my God,” she whispered; her hand covering her mouth as her lip trembled and a single tear fell.

This song was about her, for her. No, not just this song, she realized -- “this album is a letter…”

As Valdo continued to spin their story, the highs and the heartbreaks, his fuck-ups and regrets -- it broke her anew and soon she was wracked with silent sobs, tears flowing freely down her cheeks til she could barely see the road before her.

Forgive me Aev, I never deserved you in the first place, but I want to be the man that does.

In the passenger seat Yennefer stretched, a soft sound catching her attention and she opened her eyes slowly.

“Aev?” she asked softly, noticing her friend in the driver’s seat. Then she noticed she was crying. “Fuck, Aev! What’s wrong?” Yennefer sat up quickly, reaching out to touch Aevryn’s arm.

“That fucking bastard,” she managed to choke out, crying harder and Yennefer quickly glanced in the back to make sure it hadn’t woken anyone else. Her violet eyes swung back to Aevryn and then noticed the wires going to her ears connected to her phone and she snatched it up, her stomach dropping when she saw what her friend was listening to.

“Aevryn, why?” she demanded, disappointment and anguish thick in her voice. “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“He asked me to listen to it,” she sobbed. “It was for me. The whole damned thing!”

“Aev, I think you need to pull over,” Yennefer urged, anxiously eyeing the sign for the next turn off.

Aevryn nodded and did as she was asked, barely able to see through her tears. As soon as Roach was stopped, she jumped out, walking swiftly away, though not as if she knew where to. “Aev!” Yennefer called after her, circling the van to chase after her.

At the slam of the van door Geralt sat up abruptly as the others stirred groggily.

“What was that? Why are we stopped?” Jaskier asked, looking around, the feeling that something wasn’t right gripping him, waking him faster. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Geralt answered, worriedly watching Yennefer take off after Aevryn.

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“Aevryn!” Yennefer finally caught up to her friend and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Talk to me, please,” she begged. She’d never seen Aev look so lost.

Wiping her jacket sleeve across her damp face, Aevryn sniffled, trying to calm her breaths. “I knew you’d tell me not to listen to it, but… but I did. I couldn’t help it. I had to know why he wanted me to hear it so badly. And I know now. It was for me. It was his apology. The whole fucking thing. He even released it on my fucking birthday.”

Yennefer gaped at her, unsure how to respond. If what she said was true… well, it certainly sounded exactly like something Valdo would do; he was nothing if not that extra.

“Just… just listen to the last song,” Aevryn exclaimed, holding out her phone. Wordlessly Yen took it and put the earbuds in her ears.

It felt like an eternity elapsed as Aev waited, Yennefer’s face an unreadable mask as she listened. When it was done Yennefer took a deep breath and pulled the headphones from her ears.

“I must admit he certainly has gone to lengths to get his point across.”

“I still love him, Yen,” Aevryn said softly.

“I know,” Yennefer replied simply, holding her arms out.

With a soft sob Aev surged forward and Yennefer wrapped her arms around her, letting her cry against her chest, her fingers combing through her friend’s messy hair til she was all cried out.

“I want to make it work,” she said thickly through the remnants of her tears. “I want to give him a second chance.”

“I know,” Yennefer murmured soothingly, her heart twisting with hope and fear for her friend. She knew all she could do now was support her in her decision.

“I’m so sorry Yen,” she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks once more. “I don’t want us to fight anymore. I want you to look after me.”

“I will always look after you. You know that.” Yen’s voice shook as her arms tightened around Aevryn. That was how Geralt found them and Yennefer raised her eyes meeting his silent gaze as she gave Aev one last squeeze before stepping back.

“I need to call him,” Aevryn murmured absently, glancing over her shoulder to throw an imploring look at Geralt before directing it at Yennefer, who knew what she was asking of them wordlessly.

“Don’t worry about the others,” Yennefer said, smoothing Aevryn’s hair with her hands. “We’ll be waiting at the van.”

With a nod Aev watched Yennefer and Geralt head back and she waited for them to pass out of sight before pulling her phone out. Despite the hour she had a feeling that Valdo was waiting for her call and sure enough the phone only rang once before he answered.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Aev whispered, her voice trembling. “I listened to it.”

“Yeah?” Valdo asked, the hope in his tone unmistakable.

“Yeah. You fucking asshole, you could have warned me,” she exclaimed, though there was no heat in it. “Did you mean it -- everything you said in there? You’re being absolutely serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

“Please don’t joke right now, Valdo.”

“I’m not.” She could hear him breathe, a shaky sound that rattled her own chest. “Can I see you?”

“Yeah. I’d like that,” Aev answered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

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“Yen, Geralt, what the fuck is going on? Is Aev okay?” Jaskier demanded as his bandmates walked side by side back to Roach. You and Win were both out of the van as well, worry gripping you as Jaskier’s tension bled into you.

“She’s alright,” Yennefer answered as Geralt clapped a hand to Jaskier’s shoulder as he passed.

“But-but what’s going on?” he asked, the helplessness in his voice twisting your heart.

The sigh that left Yennefer’s lungs was heavy with the secrets she couldn’t yet tell him. For it truly wasn’t her place to tell Jaskier, though she also didn’t like keeping him in the dark. Beside Valdo he was Aevryn’s oldest friend.

“She listened to something that made her a little emotional and I didn’t want her to crash the van because she was crying.”

It technically wasn’t a lie.

“What did she--?” Jaskier cut off before finishing his question, his lips twitching into a frown. “Aevryn…” he grumbled, something akin to exasperation creeping into his voice as he closed his eyes.

Just then she walked back to the van, stopping next to Yennefer, looking rather small. “I’m okay now. I’m sorry for worrying everyone,” she said softly, not quite meeting Jaskier’s gaze before climbing back into the van.

“Jask?” you asked, slipping your hand in his as you looked up at him.

He watched his friend, worrying his lip, clear blue eyes cloudy with worry and hurt. “If what I think is happening, I’ll kill him.”

#punk!au #road trip series #punk!jaskier #punk!geralt #punk!yennefer #punk!aevryn #punk!valdo #punk!jaskier x reader #punk!geralt x punk!yennefer #punk!valdo x oc #valdryn

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reeree1500 · 5 years

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The Return-Part 4

Okay y'all here's Part 4. OMG I cannot believe the amount of love that this story has gotten😍 it truly warms my heart, that an idea I had a while ago and have now just started writing has been loved by so many of you:) And with that lets get on to the storyyyy

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Your POV

My head hurts so much that I feel as if I've just been hit by a carriage. The sounds of arguing around me do not help the situation at all. So I try to not focus on the pain or the voices around me that won't subside and remember what happened. Images of Mira surface in my mind. Her corpse on the floor and the death rune carved into her back. My best friend and most trusted subject was killed because of me. I can't help but wince at the realization that I will never be rid of the death and chaos that I bring everywhere with me.

Fluttering my eyes open, my eyes wander looking for the source of those voices. As I begin to stand up from the very comfortable bed, I scan the room trying to find any trace of the people who were in here earlier. My eyes land on a pile of shirts neatly placed on the table. Walking towards them I come to notice that Im not in my dress anymore, but in what's seems to be a mans shirt. “Nice pair of legs you got there (y/n), wanna trade with me for a while?” At the sound of Ivars voice, I shriek and turn around whilst trying to pull down the shirt that is covering my body. “Ivar what the hell!” At the sound of my screaming Ivar just walks closer to me with a smirk gracing his perfect face. “W..what are you doing?!?!” His hands grasp onto mine and all I can do at that moment is stare back at him with my eyes and mouth open wide in shock. “You're gonna ruin my shirt if you continue to pull it down. Plus, you don't want me to see your breasts now do you?” At that, all the blood from my body rushes to my face. Turning me as red as an apple.

Ivar grabs my face in his hands and his eyes scan over it. “I know we’ve just met. And its probably really wrong for me to feel what I‘m feeling, considering you're my sister. But, when you were unconscious it was probably the hardest thing I have gone through so far in my life. Not knowing if you would wake up was a nightmare that I could not wake up from.” Ivar says with an exasperated sigh. “Ivar....” I begin to say, but am soon interrupted by his lips placed on mine. I know I shouldn't reciprocate his feelings towards me or his kiss for that matter. But, the fact of the matter is that even in this short amount of time, this man has made feel things that I have not felt in my whole life. This man however is my brother and that is something that will not change. Soon the warmth of his soft and plump lips leave mine. Before I can say something about how inappropriate that was, Ivar is already walking towards the door. You know for a cripple he’s fairly fast.

“You know (y/n) I’m so excited for what's in store in our future.” He says as he reaches the door. Rearing his head to where I still stand in utter shock of what just transpired seconds ago. “Especially, since we now share a room.” At that Ivar winks at me and leaves the room, with that smirk on his face. Once the door is closed my legs give out from underneath me. “Lord what have I just gotten myself into. It is wrong for me to have these sort of thoughts and feelings for my brother. Please give me the strength necessary in order to get through this.” As I look up and close my eyes I can only beg that he hears my prayer and somehow gives me the power to get through this. But knowing the almighty, something will happen.

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As the weeks went on by, we had buried Mira the Christian way. Although nearly no one shared my beliefs, it felt nice to be able to have Mira been given the respect she deserved. People had brought flowers and different types of gifts to me in order show me their condolences. On the outside I had to be strong and show them that whoever did this had not gotten to me. However, my family knew all too well the toll it took on me. Especially Ivar, who would hold me at night and whisper sweet nothings into my ear when I had the recurring nightmare of that night. The raid that was supposed to occur after the festival was cancelled. I had expected many people to be upset at the fact that it was. But what I saw was a community come together for someone they did not know. And that is what I missed the most about Kattegat. The people. My people.

Ragnar, Bjorn, and Ubbe had decided to lead an investigation into who had murdered Mira. So far they had gotten a couple of leads, but nothing that would certainly pinpoint who the culprit was. In his worry my father had decided to teach me how to fight, so that I would be able to defend myself if it came down to it. He knew that this was a personal attack on me. And a personal attack on a son or daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok was an attack on him too. “Come on my beautiful sister, we have some more training to do.” I can hear Hvitserk say as he comes up from behind me. “Is that really necessary Hvitty? We trained yesterday!” On the weeks that went by I could say that Hvitty and I got really close. Closer than probably me and Ivar are. After the kiss with Ivar, I had tried to put as much distance between myself and him. What we had done was wrong and a sin. And I could not allow myself to give in to such temptations.

However, that doesn't mean that Ivar still didn’t try to get closer to me. Every chance he got I var would hold my hand or hug me from behind. I knew that people where beginning to get the wrong idea, as I had caught Margrethe talking about how “close” we were for siblings. As soon as I heard that I began to make sure to only talk or look at Ivar if necessary. Waking me up from my thoughts Hvitserk takes my hand and leads me out of the hall. “Im coming. Im coming. Calm down!” I cannot help but contain my laugh at Hvitserk’s desire to want to train with me. Its probably the cutest thing I have ever seen. “You look like a child anxious to play with a brand new toy, Hvitty.” At that Hvitserk lets out a chuckle. “Only of you're the brand new toy and I get to play with you everyday.” he winks at me as he says this. “Come on you're distracting me, let’s get to work. Legs shoulder width apart and make sure you have good balance...”

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Bjorn POV

“We must have gotten somewhere by now! I want whoever is responsible dead!” my father screams at Ubbe and I. “Father, we've searched through and through, but there are no certain leads! Its a he said she said situation thus far!” Ubbe yells back at him. “Do not tell me what I already know, boy! I just cannot help but feel useless and like I am not able to protect my own. We all know that that was supposed to be your sister dead, not that poor girl.” at that he trails off. My father has lost way too much over the years. Many friends have come and gone. But the way we buried Mira, could only remind him of his best friend Athelstan. The Christian priest that changed his life (and mine believe it or not) for the better. He was murdered too, and that has always been a constant reminder to him of someone he could not save.

“What I think that we should be doing instead of arguing is perhaps, finding someone who is good at unmasking people. Since none of us can seem to find who it could be.” I tell them both, getting tired of their back and forth arguing. “And who would you suggest Bjorn. No one can know that (y/n) is here, besides the people of Kattegat. Our enemies will know how to get us. Hell one of them probably was behind this!” my father reciprocates. “I think we all know who I’m talking about. Im just wondering if you'll be able to reel in and control that bitch of yours, when she gets here. Since I’ve already sent word to her.” I bark back at my father. I don't know if its because im sick of him treating me as if ill never be good enough. Or because (y/n)’s life is on the line, but I had never found the courage to stand up to my father, until now. At my words my father becomes silent. It might the loads of ale Ive had today, but I swear that I can see what seems to be pride in his eyes. “How long?” “One day’s ride” It is then that my father shouts to the thralls...

“Prepare the great Hall! The Queen is coming home!”

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Your POV

As the hours went by and my training had somewhat gotten better, I pleaded with Hvitserk to do something else. “Okay!Okay! We’ll stop training! But what else do you want to do?” Hvitserk's says shielding his sword. “I don't know, back in Frankia Uncle Rollo used to take me to the lake and taught me how to swim. Is there a lake nearby?” At that Hvitserk looks at me like I‘ve grown horns and a huge smile breaks out. “Come on, let’s eat quickly and then I have somewhere I wanna take you!” Rushing towards me Hvitserk grabs my hand and we quickly run off towards the great hall. Once we both quickly swallow our food, we head to the stables. There we find non other than Ivar in what seems to be him being pleasured by a thrall.

“Oh, Im so sorry. We didn't mean to intrude.” I say whilst quickly turning around. “Awww you're so cute (y/n), you’ve never seen or been pleasured before?!?!? Is that why you're as red as a tomato right now?” Hvitserk chuckles at me while trying to pry my hands away from my face. “Shut upppp!! Hvitty, get the horse and lets goooo!!” I chuckle nervously at him. “Its ok (y/n), you should take notes from Margrethe here. Who knows you might have to use them some day.” Ivar manages to say through his... compromising position. “Well Ivar, (y/n) and I are gonna go on a little adventure. Don't wait up...” At that Hvitserk grabs the reins on the horse and passes them on to me. “You know how to ride (y/n)?.” “Of course, Hvitty. Its literally my favourite thing to do.” “I’m glad to hear that. Now lets go!” And with that Hvitserk and I were off to God knows where. But one thing I knew for sure was that if Hvitserk was involved, we were sure to have a good time.

Bjorn POV

Soon the day had gone by and it was just a matter of time before my mother was here. You could hear a pin drop in the great hall. The anxiousness that lingered in the air was so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife. My father could not stop bouncing his leg, some thing he did when he too was nervous or didn't know the outcome of certain events. My head quickly towards the doors when I heard the neighing and hooves of the horses. At that we all stood up and thats when both Ubbe and I noticed we were missing certain people. “Ivar, where's (y/n) and Hvitserk? They're supposed to be here or did you not tell them that we would have company tonight?” I whisper at him trying to not get noticed by father or Aslaug. “Probably fucking somewhere. You know they've gotten pretty close these past few weeks I wouldn't put it past them.” At that I just look at him shocked. “Are you sure it’s just him Ivar? Don't act like I haven’t caught you staring at our sister when she's taking bath or when she's walking around the market.” Sigurd chimes in. “Whatever we will resume this conversation after this. But send someone to get those two here. NOW!”

When I turn back I am able to see my father already walking towards the door with the family behind him. Making my way outside I catch a glimpse of my mother on horseback. The most beautiful woman to grace the earth and the most skilled in combat. She taught me everything I know and for that I could never thank her enough. Behind me came up my wife Torvi, I smile down at her and hold her hand. She knows that I will do anything for my family, especially my mother and sister. And I will protect them at any cost. As my mother gets down from her horse I immediately go towards her and give her a hug. “You know that surprise I told you about in the letter. Well, I have an even better one now.” I say whilst chuckling in her ear. “My son, how many times do I need to tell you that Im not so easily surprised.” She laughs back at me. You don’t know what's in store mother...

After much due catching up with my mother. It’s time to get down to business. Father fills mother in about the fact that there has been a murder the night go the spring festival. My mother begins to ask questions on how we've conducted the investigation, to which Ubbe fills her in. I cant seem to pry my eyes away from the doors. Hoping that my sister and brother walk into the hall safely. It’s been hours and no one has heard or seen of them. “Bjorn, are you okay? You're not really focused on the matter at hand?” Torvi says while placing her hand on my knee. “Yeah...Yeah, Im fine just a little anxious thats all.” At that she leaves it alone. It is then that we hear some jugs fall over and loads of laughter. “Hvitty get upppp. Everyone is gonna knowwww....” I can hear the slurs of my younger sister. “Pfttt.. Like they careeee, were just having some funnnn....” Great these two are drunk of their asses and dropping shit everywhere. It is then that they both enter the hall. (Y/n) is carrying Hvitserk, in what seems to be a futile attempt to act normal. But when her eyes land on the blonde graying hair of our mother she drops Hvitserk and immediately you can see that she sobers up.

“Mama...”

At that my mother stops talking. And her eyes begin to well up with tears. “No. it cannot be. It’s the gods playing tricks on me.” My mother says whilst looking down, refusing to turn around. My father gets up from his chair and kneels beside my mother. “It is true. She is here, come with me. I promise you she will not be taken from you again.” My father’s voice cracks at the end. As I truant where my sister stands I can see the pan and suffering coursing through her body. Her eyes show a small child that was ripped from her safe place and placed in an evil and hungry world, that only wanted to make her suffer. As my mother and father stand up I catch a glimpse of Aslaug and her stone cold face. That is filled with rage and what seems to be a predatory glare towards my sister. Trying to put it to rest and not say anything, I turn towards my parents. My father holds may mother in his arms as to keep her from falling over. “ My baby girl. Tell me that this was not dream that Ive had for the past 6 years and that you're actually here with me.” My mother manages to say through her tears. But,(y/n) is barely able to get anything out through her sobs. All she does is run to where my mother and father stand and embraces them. At that they all fall to the floor in their embrace. Hvitserk is now standing beside me. Watching, with the rest of us the reunion of a mother with her child. In my daze of being focused on my parents and sister reuniting I fail to realize that both Torvi and Aslaug are missing......

Aslaug POV

“She should have been dead!!! What part of kill the insolent bastard child do you not understand!” I scream at Torvi. “You did not tell me that she was the daughter of Ragnar and Lagertha. Much less Bjorn's sister!” I had ordered Torvi to kill (y/n) so that what I had done that night many years ago, would not come back to haunt me or my family. I did this in order to protect them. That insolent child will only bring death with her. The death of our gods. And that is something I will not allow. I had faked to not have known about her existence all that time ago, but I cannot put past me the prophecy that was foretold by the volva. I will do anything in my power to make sure that she gets nowhere near my sons. For I rather die then see an era were Vikings and Christians alike are one people.... “When Helga and Floki get to the dock. Report back to me immediately and tell Floki that he has an unfinished job from 6 years ago.” As I stare at my husband and his so called “family” I cannot help, but get a bad feeling about this.

That Christian child will pay for coming between my family....

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*whispering* solavellan sex on the Normandy

ANON. I don’t even know if you’re still out there, I’m pretty sure you sent this like a year ago, but I want you to know that I have been working on this prompt ever since you sent it!!!

Fun fact #1: I have never played any of the original Mass Effect games.

Fun fact #2: I had so much reading about them and watching videos and concocting headcanons that I accidentally put more energy into that than into smut?

(I’m sorryyyy I hope it was worth the wait if you are still out there)

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Pairing: Solavellan

Rating: Mature/Explicit (it’s right on that line - sexual content but not a lot and not the most explicit I have ever done)

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Solas was fairly certain that the new soldier Commander Shepard had brought on board the Normandy SR-2 was doomed to be just like all the others - more brawn than brain, all muscle and no substance. He tried not to let it matter to him too much. He was here to take advantage of Cerberus’s technology and resources to further his own research into biotics. Everything else was window dressing.

In the case of the new soldier, the window dressing simply happened to be rather striking.

She had skin like mahogany, and red, tightly curled hair worn in a flat top hair cut, and eyes like steel. Her name was Ellana Lavellan, and she was the first person to pull him out of the tight cocoon of his lab - really, out of the tight cocoon he’d woven around himself - in years.

“You know, I was under the impression that our doctor was a salarian,” she said when she first wandered in one day.

“I am neither a doctor nor a salarian, as you can see,” he said, gesturing at the insignia that designated him as a scientist. “You are thinking of Mordin Solus. His quarters are next door. My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions.”

She laughed, and it was a surprisingly musical laugh. He wasn’t sure why he expected all soldiers to be gunmetal and grim looks. She was off duty, and in a tank top that bared her toned arms. He took in her pointed ears. He’d known from her name, of course, that they shared at least a race in common. It had been many centuries since their people were considered a separate but lesser species on the planet called Thedas, but there was still a twinge of happy recognition at the sight of her. Every other member of this crew whose ancestors hailed from Thedas was human. There might be some commonality between them, at least, if they were both elves.

Then again, as she sauntered around the lab, her head cocked in curiosity, he saw the tattoo marking the upper part of her back. Three long, arched branches that likely continued all the way down to her hips. She was likely of Dalish descent then. Or, worse, one of the people who got such tattoos and had no idea what they meant.

Solas ducked his head, returning to the readout on his omnitool.

“Well, you have to admit it is confusing. Solus, Solas. What are you doing?”

She was leaning on his workstation. She smelled like gun oil. Usually people backed away by this point, put off by his arch manner. Why hadn’t she?

“Testing this new implant for Commander Shepard,” he said.

“Interesting. You’ll have to explain how it works to me, sometime. When are you off duty?”

That was how she did it in the end, how she drew him out - she was relentless. Like a hunter on a trail with everything to lose. Except she, like him, had nothing to lose. Her parents were long dead - victims of the same slaver raid on Mindoir that had taken Shepard’s own parents, apparently that was how they knew each other - and she had struggled to find a place for herself since then. She’d been in the Alliance military (another connection with their esteemed commander, who Solas had to admit was growing on him too) but left that life behind, hoping for a new start, only to be drawn back into danger once more. The Illusive Man had given Solas no reason to believe that the Normandy SR-2 would be an easy mission, but he was still surprised by the level of violence they encountered - by the bruises and blood he saw on Ellana whenever she passed his lab on her way to Mordin’s, needing healing.

“I thought you were a sniper,” he chided her after one particularly bad episode. He was holding her left wrist, examining a burn that radiated up the inside of her left arm.

“I am,” she said. “And I thought you were a scientist, and not a doctor.”

He had not asked to take her hand, to examine her. He dropped it. But she just reached out and touched his hand - a touch that burned, that brought back memories, that made him remember just how long it had been since he had been touched. He shivered and he knew Ellana saw it. Solas had been living under masks for years now. He knew she saw through them all.

“I’ll be okay,” she said. “I promise.”

He only had the privilege of watching Ellana fight once. Shepard was a formidable biotic herself, and rarely brought other biotics on her missions. But when they went in pursuit of someone called Archangel, she said she wanted the backup.

“I’d also like a measure of stealth,” Shepard went on. “And Jack is, well -”

“Not subtle?” Solas said, dryly.

“Very diplomatic. We’ll bring Lavellan, too.”

Solas tried to ignore the little thrill that ran through him at the thought. He wasn’t successful.

She was a wonder with her rifle. Swift, silent, precise, powerful. She made shots he would have thought impossible, covered him and Shepard with an instinctive ease and tactical awareness. He watched her when he could. He may have even been staring.

“See something you like, Solas?” She asked.

Precise as one of her bullets, blunt as a mallet, and her smile was so sly, and Shepard was distracted by the turian that turned out to be Archangel. Garrus Vakarian, no doubt, if Solas’s research was to be believed.

“Watching you was - impressive. You move differently than any other soldier I have seen. Almost as if it is a dance.”

Ellana slung her rifle over her back and leaned against a wall, her grey eyes alight.

“Are you implying that I am graceful?”

“I am declaring it.” The words slipped out before he could consider them, and that was the danger, wasn’t it, of stepping outside his cocoon, his lab, his routine?

“I was equally impressed by you,” Ellana said. “Your biotics - it’s like it’s totally natural for you.”

He shrugged, pretended he was not complimented, that her words did not light him up from the inside out. “Elves generally take to it better than other Thedosians. Have you read any of the theories that our people were once like asari, with similarly long lives and control over our nervous systems that produced effects so startling they were once called magic?”

Ellana looked away, rubbing the back of her neck. “I was too busy being a dumb grunt to read stuff like that. But I’ve heard of it a little. Maybe you could explain more sometime?”

“Of course.”

It was soft and easy after that, except for when it wasn’t, when they talked about her Dalish heritage, her fierce belief that there was something important about sticking to traditions, even if there was little basis in fact for them.

“Of course my tattoos aren’t what made me an adult,” she retorted one day. “But getting them made me feel connected to something bigger than myself. Is that really so bad?”

“But the implications that they were once -”

“Oh, fuck the implications, Solas. I’m tired of the implications. I live here, and now, and I was just trying to share something about myself with someone who I thought cared about me without it turning into a big fucking deal.”

Her voice rang against the metal walls of his lab. She appeared almost immediately ashamed of her anger. He’d noticed that about her too. That was his job. To notice things, gather intel, play the Illusive Man’s game long enough to figure out if it was true, if biotics were inherent to his race, if they could perhaps be made inherent once again, raising the status of all Thedosians in the Council’s eyes…

But so much of what he had been noticing lately was her.

“I am sorry,” he said. He reached out and touched her hand. He’d been getting used to that. Little touches.

Ellana Lavellan kissed him then, full on the lips, without even the slightest warning, and he was sitting on a stool and though she was a slight woman this made her a little taller than him, and he tilted his head back, let himself fall into the kiss, wrapped his arms around her and felt her warmth and life and just how much he wanted this. Wanted a life that was not just secrets and watching and never partaking.

Ellana pulled back, looked down at him.

“I hope that was okay,” she said. “You’re not going to report me to the commander for sexual harassment, are you?”

Solas kissed her again, hungrier this time, fingers digging into her muscles, the solid reality of her. The realest thing he’d felt in years.

“So you are tired of the implications, then?” he asked when they parted.

“Like I said,” Ellana grinned, sliding into his lap, straddling him. “Fuck the implications.”

Solas could not help himself, of course. He had to tell her that there were considerations. Well, fuck the considerations too, she’d said jokingly, but she respected his boundaries nonetheless. Because there were considerations. He knew more than even Shepard did. He knew that the supposedly disabled Collector ship they were headed to was a trap. He tried to tell Ellana not to go on that mission. To convince Shepard to bring Garrus instead.

“Don’t go soft on me. Besides - I have to beat Vakarian’s high score,” she said, and kissed him.

He knew that to the Illusive Man, all the people on this ship were merely pawns at play in a larger game. He had guessed at what that larger game might be. He had willingly chosen to be a bigger pawn in that game, to do the things the Illusive Man asked of him as long as he could continue his research. And he knew Ellana now - knew that she would not take any of this lightly, that she had a soldier’s sense of loyalty and honor, old-fashioned as the tattoos on her back.

And he knew that he wanted her in all the ways one person could want another. He knew with increasing clarity as time went on that he wanted her more than he wanted anything else.

But to turn his back now -

The formless shadow of what lay beyond the Omega-4 Relay loomed larger and larger, and in its shadow things grew clearer and clearer. Clear as Ellana’s grey eyes, clear as her perception of the world. They might not come back from this mission. And the Illusive Man would not care, not even if he lost one of his foremost biotics researchers, one of his best spies. And Solas’s work would not care if he was not there to finish it. He looked out at the vastness of space outside the Normandy and that thought grew clearer and clearer.

No one would care except for her.

So he went to her the night before they would make their last stand. Her room was small and cramped and her bed was even more small but she was alive in it, alive in her body, already stripped down to her simple training bra and standard issued underwear when he arrived and yet beautiful as any ancient nebula he’d ever seen.

“Are you sure?” she asked him, finding the buttons on his lab coat, undressing him, her eyes bright in the dark.

“I have never been more sure of anything than I am of you,” he said.

So he stripped off all the things that made her a warrior - the training bra, the briefs, the dog tags - and he stripped off all the things that made him a scientist, a spy - the lab coat and the gloves and every single mask - and he loved her. She was warm and firm beneath him and he slid between her thighs - lingered there a long time, just rocking back and forth, just kissing her, just feeling her, the silky drag of skin on skin - and there, in the darkness of space, he loved her, and she loved him. She rolled him over and took her turn on top, not pushing him inside her yet, not even asking him to touch her, to ease her own wet ache. She just felt, explored, touched.

And then when she did take him in her hand raise herself up, and sink back down on him, taking him within her - when she did lace both of her hands with his and pin them over his head as she rode him, as she kissed him - then she was so impossibly real, so impossibly alive, that Solas forgot of the possibility of death. There was only her, them, the light of distant stars, of his own biotics flaring.

“I love you,” she said, and from another woman’s lips it would have felt false to hear those words said when they were still joined, still making love. But this was Ellana, and Solas had watched her, and he knew she was nothing if not sincere.

“I love you,” he said, surrendering, bucking his hips up into her. “I love you, I love you -”

There were people walking down the hall outside - Taylor, Lawson, Tali, Thane, all on their way to some distraction or another, all of them waiting out the end like they were. They tried to fall silent, to move to a different position, each time they passed, and they wound up on the cold metal floor, cocooned in blankets, Solas on top of her this time, looking down at her, mesmerized, angling himself to make it good for her, so he would rub against her in all the right places, so he could watch her when she came, and she squirmed a hand between them to make it happen because she was nothing if not self-sufficient, but he did get to watch her, to feel her from the inside out as she came. Then he was gone too, wave after sweet wave, and it was all too much and too good.

“Hey,” she said in the aftermath, touching his cheek, drawing him back. “It’s okay, you know. It’s gonna be okay.”

He kissed her hand, pretended she was right, that the Omega-4 Relay was not on their horizon now. It was easier than it ever had been. The pretending. She made it easy, lying there in his arms in the nest they’d made on the floor. It was going to be okay. They would make it through the relay and what came after. They’d walk away from Cerberus, the Illusive Man, Shepard, together. They’d see what the world was like without all of those things, without masks. Together.

Solas slept, and waited for tomorrow.

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newsies-erster · 5 years

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Hi, I was wondering if I could have a jack x reader where they’ve been friends since a young age and she would help him sell papes but as she got older he went off to work in meddas theatre but he still comes to visit and watch her sometimes and one day he meet her outside the theatre and yeah. Love stuff happens yah know. ( I can’t wait till you write this )

A/N: Hey! hope this isn’t too late sorry if you had to wait a while but yes i love this and i’ll write it for you! omg this is waaaaay longer then i expected it to be again I am SOOOOO SORRYYYY THIS TOOK FOREVER PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Warnings: abandonment??? idk maybe??

Word Count: 1,500

Jack Kelly was your best friend. You both have been through thick and thin; when he was locked up in the Refuge you visited him and gave him whatever scrapes of food you had left. When you were sent to the Refuge he came and did the same thing.

You both became newsies together but after that things began to take off for Jack, he became the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. You didn’t become a leader like Jack did though, you would much rather be ‘one of the guys’ then lead with Jack, it would be better this way.

After a while of being newsies something began to change for you, you began to feel things differently, you knew that you would do anything for Jack and that you loved him in a friend kind of way but this seemed different: you felt butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him, you felt your whole body heat up when he would hug you or give you that smile. And yes, he would say “I love ya” but it was in the most platonic way ever and every time he said it it hurt you because you wanted it to mean more than just as friends.

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During the strike when the fight went down you noticed that’s when Jack was at his lowest, Crutchie had been sent to the Refuge and almost half of the newsies were hurt to point of broken bones. You tried to talk to him and tell him that it wasn’t over, “Jack c’mon, those boys need you out there! Not in here covered in paint and bruises.” You told him while he painted, you knew that Jack painted when he was at his most stressed or anxious, and right now he had been at Medda’s theatre since Crutchie had been sent to the Refuge.

“(Y/N) Ise told you Ise not gonna risk anymore lives! Ise lost Crutchie and losing you…” he trailed off, suddenly very interested in his paint brush, “losing any of the boys… would be more painful then before.” You could practically see the tears threatening to come through. You took a step forward to Jack.

“Listen, Ise know what you mean alright? But this is something we have to fight for, for Crutchie.” You rested your hand on his hand; he looked at it and then you, seeing a light shade of pink show on Jacks cheeks, suddenly feeling your cheeks get red as well. Removing your hand you broke the silence, “Jus’… think about it ok?

After the strike happened you noticed Jack would spend a lot more time at Medda’s Theatre and he seemed pretty closed off to it whenever you asked him.

“Ehh it’s nothin’ (Y/N) it’s just to help Medda, after all she’s done for me.” Jack said while focusing on one of the paintings he was doing for Medda, you left the subject alone until after a few months later when he told you he would be working at Medda’s full time.

“What about the boys Jack? You’re their leader have you already told them?” You asked while pacing around the backstage while Jack continued to paint, this boy could not stop painting.

“They’ll be fine,” Jack turned around to face you, “plus I would visit you and the fellas, so it’s nothin’ to worry about.” You didn’t believe that, Jack had been distancing himself a lot more lately but you didn’t want to ask him about it unless he wanted to tell you.

“Alright but, swear you’ll visit, I don’t know what I’d do without my best friend.” You nudged him gently and Jack’s gave you a small smile. You gave him a hug and Jack squeezed you tightly, both of you staying there for awhile.

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“2 months and 3 weeks.” You answered Crutchie when he asked how long it’d been since Jack had visited. Even when you went to Medda’s theatre you would hear that he’s busy or that you missed him or some other excuse that Medda would throw at you. It wasn’t the fact that you were mad you were more confused as to why Jack had stopped visiting, all the boys had started looking at you to lead, they asked you questions everyday wondering when will Jack be back or what has happened to him or if you would become their leader. All of these questions you asked yourself too but you just reassured them everyday, you were thankful for Davey’s input and Crutchie’s hopefulness in the situation.

“Maybe he’s just really busy,” Crutchie pondered that thought, “maybe Medda has gotten him to be in one of the acts.” You chuckled at the idea.

“Maybe, but I don’t know Crutchie, what could have happened to get him to not visit.” You said, Crutchie respondes by just squeezing your arm and giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why don’t you try seeing him again?” You scoffed because you had practically tried everyday to try to see him and to see the boys, but nothing worked. “Ise serious!” Crutchie said, “Try going a little bit earlier today, see if that’ll help.” You didn’t understand how Crutchie could be so optimistic about everything but you appreciated it. “(Y/N) don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to it all.”

“Usually it’s Davey giving me the ‘logical explanation’ bit” You say with a small chuckle. Crutchie gave a small smile as a response, and you were off.

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You knew you got to the theatre early when you saw no crowd hovering around; whenever you went to try and talk to Jack there would be people leaving the theatre, but you guessed that there was a show going on. After 20 minutes of just waiting you spot a figure exiting the theatre in an alley through the stage door, “Jack?” you ask, and he turns around with a surprised expression and gives a nervous chuckle.

“H-hey, there (Y/N),” He stuttered, Jack looked visibly very nervous, “How… are you?”

“I’d ask you the same question, but I’ll ask this one: where have you been?” You took a step forward, “It’s been 2 months since you came and visited the boys and I.”

Jack didn’t say anything, he didn’t even meet your eyes. You were more confused as to why he stopped showing up in general, without warning.

“Well are you gonna say something? Everyone has been worried, not knowing whether you was ok or if something bad happened to you or just…” you trailed off, still very confused and just wanting an answer.

“I… I thought it would be betta if Ise stopped showing up.” He muttered.

Confused, you ask, “Betta for who?”

Jack looked up at you , “Betta for me…”

“Wait wait wait a minute… what do you mean by that? All the boys have missed you, I have missed you!” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, not sure you even knew your best friend anymore, “For the past 2 months I have been worried, wondering if maybe Snyder had gotten you or you just didn’t care anymore or just… I don’t know!” At this point you were yelling, you didn’t want to but all of what you felt began to rise up and that scared you because you knew you were upset but you didn’t realize how deep those emotions went. Fueled by your emotions you stepped closer until there was barely an inch of space left. “I just don’t understand how you-my best friend- stopped showing up and just being there. You don’t let me in anymore you don’t talk to me anymore. Did you just… not want to see me anymore?”

Jack finally faced you, and faster then you could even process what came next, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. It took you a few seconds to process the event but when you did you kissed him back and ran your hands threw his hair knocking down him cap. He held your waist with one hand and the other cupping the side of your face, you two grudgingly pulled apart for air.

Breathing deeply he put his forehead on yours and said, “It’s been so hard not to do that”

You laugh breathlessly and reply, “Yeah… same here.”

“See I’se know this is a lame excuse but… jus’ seein’ youse and knowing that I couldn’t do that, well it was just too much.” He looked up at you and put a piece of hair behind your ear, “Ever since that day youse came to talk to me about Crutchie and Ise told you Ise could bare to lose any of youse.” He held your hand, “Ise finally realized Ise loved you for longer then Ise could believe.”

You give him a peck, “That is a lame excuse, but… youse know youse coulda delt with it betta right?” Hey nods, you give him a smirk. “C’mon, lets go see the rest of the boys, they’se worried about you.

You both walked in silence, comfortable, hands held and just happy that you finally had your best friend back, betta then before.

———

HEY OK I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE WHO SEES THIS LIKES IT TOO VERY VERY SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT I HAD THEATRE AND FINALS AND JUST SLEEPING REALLY LATE AND PROCRASTINATION

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fanders-fic-awards · 6 years

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Of Cookies, Owl City, and Presents (Summer Fic Comp 18)

Summary: it’s a fluffy lil scene at 3 am. There’s Owl City, cookies, and flour. Lots of flour. No, Owl City did not pay me to write this. I just really like Owl City. THEN I realized that I didn’t have enough words, so we now have more than that.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1391

Ballot

When Logan entered the kitchen of his apartment, sleepy-eyed and stumbling a little, he expected it to be empty. The lights would be off, the counters empty of food, his boyfriend still sleeping. After all, it was 3:14 am. Logan just wanted a gosh darn glass of ice cold water.

He was not expecting to see a mess of flour covering every possible surface—as well as some of the impossible ones—with Patton standing in the middle of all the chaos, confused and blinking.

Not nearly as confused as Logan, however.

“What are you doing, destroying the kitchen this early in the morning?” Logan asked, making his partner jump, turning to face him. A grin formed on Patton’s face, filled with joy and a little something else that made Logan feel apprehensive.

“Can you help me?” Patton pleaded. “It’s Virgil’s birthday tomorrow, or, well, today, actually, and I wanted to make cookies!”

Logan crossed the room to kiss his boyfriend. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet, Lo!” Patton gazed into his eyes softly. “You know who I love?”

“Who?”

“Virgil.”

“I’m breaking up with you,” Logan deadpanned. Roman would have been proud of the dramaticness. The sarcasm. “Betrayed, by my own boyfriend.”

Patton gasped. “Nooooooo honeybee I’m sorryyyy!” He made the special Patton Puppy Dog Eyes of Doom, as coined by Roman (“those things can kill, Logan! He has too much power!”).

“Fine, you’re re-boyfriended.”

“YAY!” Patton giggled, falling into his arms, and everything was worth it.

“Now,” said Logan when they finally separated, “shall we begin?”

And that’s how Logan found himself making chocolate chip cinnamon cookies (because Virgil had the biggest sweet tooth since Patton) for one of his best friends with his boyfriend at 3 am on a random Tuesday morning.

Owl City was playing from Patton’s phone, and said boy was singing along to Saltwater Room. Logan was content to watch his boyfriend fondly as he cracked eggs and opened a package of chocolate chips.

“I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the stars that aren’t there anymore,” Patton sang softly, stirring together the cookie dough. Logan suddenly saw the other boy’s head tilt, and his grin turned mischievous.

“What–” he started, but Patton had already taken his hands and pulled him into a dance.

“C’mon, Lo!” Patton giggled and twirled him. “Dance with me!”

If Logan had wanted to protest, he couldn’t have. Patton had him now. There was no escape from the jaws of love and hugs and dances.

Truly a terrifying fate indeed.

Logan loved it.

He obliged, swaying to the music. He twirled Patton, and he squealed and laughed in delight. Patton was full of energy, shooting around like an out-of-control rocket ship, and Logan was just along for the ride. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The song changed to When Can I See You Again, and the dancing turned more energetic, alive.

“Don’t close your eyes cause your future’s ready to shine, it’s just a matter of time until we learn how to fly!” they sang together. Normally Logan was cautious about singing around others, but this was Patton. He’d seen him at worse, and better, times. Besides, it was 3 am. Who was going to judge him?

Twirling, shrieking, laughing joy. They danced around the kitchen, uncaring of the ingredients knocked off the counter in the process. Logan gazed into Patton’s eyes, which were in the position one’s eyes make when smiling. Was there a word for that? There should be. He vaguely remembered making a mental note to look up if there was. Words could not have described the happiness that filled the room that early morning Tuesday. It was only Logan and Patton and cookies and Owl City.

“Welcome to the rhythm of the ni-ight, there’s something in the air you can’t deny-y-yy!”

Twirl. Dip. Giggles. A forehead kiss. Small details that communicated complete and total love.

“It’s been fun but now I’ve got to go Life is way too short to take it slow But before I go and hit the road I gotta know, ‘til then, When can we do this again?”

They carried on, baking long forgotten. All Logan was aware of was his boyfriend’s laughter, his grin, his flushed cheeks. He pulled him into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and then his lips.

Patton laughed softly. “Lo!”

His soft voice was adorable, and Logan thought he might melt.

The song carried on into another, but they didn’t pay attention. If it had turned into a live broadcast of their lives they would have kept dancing the same way, so that’s what they did. Logan only noticed when something slightly unfamiliar came on.

“Is this… Is this Dear Evan Hansen? But Owl City?”

Patton looked sheepish. “Roman added it to my phone, and the cover of Waving through a Window is too beautiful!”

“Like you.”

“Aww, you sap!”

They only barely managed to get the cookies out of the oven on time to prevent a kitchen fire. That would not have been a responsible thing to do. It would have been very sad, actually.

———

The next day, Virgil and Roman let themselves into the apartment to find Logan and Patton passed out on the ground, Silhouette by Owl City playing on repeat from a low-battery phone, a sheet of cookies on the cooling rack, and the entire room covered in flour.

“Do I want to know what just happened?” Virgil said to the almost-silent room.

On the floor, the pair stirred. They stood up slowly, rubbing sleep from their eyes.

“Happy birthday, Virgil!” Patton exclaimed, looking at Roman.

“Your glasses are over there…” the latter said, wondering how Patton could have confused them. Then again, his vision was terrible. Like, Percy-Jackson-movie terrible. Blind as anyone who thought The Last Jedi was worth watching.

Virgil had not been expecting this to be how his birthday started, but he wasn’t complaining.

The four went in the other room, Patton bringing the cookies, Logan bearing gifts.

Roman grabbed a cookie and munched on it. “So,” he said between bites. “Wanna open your presents, babe? Not that my very presence isn’t a gift, but I’m curious now.”

Logan rolled his eyes, which really seemed Virgil’s job. Rude.

“Uhh, sure?” Virgil reached for his card and opened it. It was handmade (by Patton, obviously—you could tell instantly), and had a little drawing of the four of them and a heart. It was exceedingly, disgustingly, absolutely adorable.

Virgil loved it.

“Aww, thanks Pat.” Patton beamed.

When Virgil opened the card, a piece of paper fell out. He went to pick it up, and his eyes widened.

“No effing way…”

“Language, kiddo!”

Virgil waved around the paper. “Is this—I—what?!”

“Tickets to see the Night Vale live show? Yes. Yes it is.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “It occurs in October, so it’s a short while away, but consider it a birthday present in advance from us.”

Virgil was not one for tackling his friends in hugs. He preferred to hug people safely, without the danger of smacking your head or your friend’s on a magically appearing out of nowhere corner of the bed and having a fountain of blood spout out and having to go to the hospital.

This was a rare exception.

He flung his arms around Patton and Logan in shock and gratitude. Patton hugged back eagerly, while Logan patted him on the back, semi awkwardly.

“Thank you thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

The rest of the present was a gift card for audiobooks, a Dark Owl Records shirt, and a “free hugs” coupon (expires never, unlimited uses, full value always).

Virgil loved his friends.

So much.

“Thank you so, so much for all of this,” he said. “You really didn’t have to—“

“Oh, we wanted to, my small little churro burrito child.” Patton was truly terrifying when complimenting people.

“I… what?”

“Smile and nod, Virge,” Logan said wisely. Virgil decided to obey his advice. Logan knew his boyfriend.

“And now,” declared Roman, “how about a complete play through of Little Big Planet 3? We never did get Swoop last time.”

Well, no one was going to turn that down.

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pinksausageduo · 7 years

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7 minutes of heaven

member: kang daniel genre: fluffy warnings: a slightly sexual makeout at the end summary: you’ve liked daniel for ages, when your best friend seongwoo joins the basketball team and becomes best friends with daniel, your feelings just become stronger. everything gets revealed when you end up playing 7 minutes of heaven at the basketball final afterparty requested: yes but i am so sorry this was supposed to be a daniel basketball scenario but there was like barely any daniel & basketball i hope you still like it tho anon!

you and daniel already knew each other

you guys became close when he dated your best friend

unfortunately for you, you fell for him hard when he was dating your friend, but you were never more than friends with him because you were a good friend and didn't want to be a home wrecker

but they broke up and the breakup was super messy

though the whole reason why they broke up they kept it to themselves and you had no idea but you didn’t want to invade their personal space

so you didn’t pester them about it

you guys automatically stopped talking

you missed him so much though

you missed his adorable bunny smile

and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed

how you would guys have the best time just joking around about the most random stuff

you wanted to text him, hang out and joke around with him

whenever he smiled your heart warmed and whenever he looked upset you felt terrible because you couldn’t comfort him

because even though you two were really close your best friend would be so upset if you were on “his side” which you found ridiculous but you didn’t want to upset her

a few months later you stopped talking to your best friend as well since you guys just grew apart because of her becoming more and more wild

you and daniel never properly talked to each other again

there were a few awkward sorrys and thank yous

and a few heart fluttering smiles exchanged

but nothing more than that

and it always broke your heart because you still had after all that time a massive crush on him

you also end up being best friends with seongwoo when you two were paired up for a science project

basically it was a huge fiasco since you guys were supposed to demonstrate a chemical reaction

you decided to do fireworks after seongwoo’s constant nagging and begging plus tbh you wanted to do them as well

but like you ended up buying illegal fireworks and stuff but like surprisingly you didn’t get in trouble cause your science teacher was super chill and hella lit

and totally dismissed the fact that fireworks without like special permission are illegal

anyways you guys got an A for that project

and ended up becoming best friends

there was so much teasing and joking around but like also sincere encouragements and like serious deep chats at like 2am

so when cocky seongwoo was actually nervous for tryouts for the basketball team you couldn’t help but think it’s adorable

“seongwoo i’ve never seen you sooo nervous it’s hilairious but actually though i’ve seen you play and you’re surprisingly good so don’t fret too much okay?” you say teasingly but also sincerely

he smiles back nervously “thanks y/n i think that’s the nicest thing you said to me all week” he says jokingly

“HEY! i complimented your hair the other day, wait no that was last week, whoopsie” you end with a light tone and a cute smile

he laughs and ruffles your hair and you frown fixing your hair up

but internally you feel proud of yourself for making him laugh

seongwoo of course ends up getting into the team without no problem

the next two months past by and the basketball season was nearly coming to an end

you attended every single game there was and always screamed and cheered for seongwoo

but internally you always cheered daniel on as well

admiring how focused he looked while playing and how good he looked in his basketball uniform showcasing his muscular arms

and you always found it cute the way his face lit up and let out a sigh of relief when he scored a goal

he really was one of the best players on the team

whenever the game finishes you go to hug and congratulate seongwoo and one time you end up hugging daniel you didn’t even know how it happened

you felt warm arms wrap around you and strong chest, you hugged him tightly back

his muscular frame making you feel so protected and safe

and at that very moment you knew the place where you loved the most was in his arms

but then both of you realised who you were hugging

you quickly part and awkwardly smile at each other with your cheeks turning bright red, you quickly dash off and try to calm yourself

while daniel was also blushing but blamed it on the fact he just finished the game and was puffed out

but other than that small incident nothing really happened in between you two

but during those 2 months seongwoo and daniel became best friends

it was always so awkward between the two of you and seongwoo picking up on the tension asked both of you what had happened

you explained in your point of view and daniel explained in his

seongwoo also figured out you two had some sort of feelings for each other but both of you never said to what extent

so he basically decided to play matchmaker

it was the final game and your school’s team won

and of course daniel scored the winning goal

you couldn’t help but be proud of him even though you guys weren’t even friend

you screamed so loud when they won and sprinted to seongwoo

he saw you and his face was in a broad grin and when you came close enough he spun you around in a hug guys a friendly one okay i’m not creating a love triangle here

you were so happy for him but you didn’t notice the small frown daniel was wearing when he saw you two

he thought to himself

of course seongwoo and y/n like each other, they’re basically perfect for each other but i wish she liked me but that wouldn’t be possible because i’m too scared to talk to her

he tried to be happy for seongwoo but he just couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were and how gorgeous you looked

and how he wished you were the person congratulating him and that it was him hugging you than seongwoo

but he knew that after months and months of liking you that he really couldn’t get over you even if he wanted to but he’ll try anyways

you completely oblivious of these thoughts also wanted to congratulate him

but you saw him with a wide smile and surrounded by girls gushing over how amazing he was

him smiling brightly and flirting with them

your mood dropped and your smile disappeared and you tried to ignore the ache in your heart but you still felt it

it was the huge winning party after their final game and everyone was playing spin the bottle for 7 minutes of heaven or kissing the person it landed on

you were dragged into play by seongwoo

“come onnnn y/n live a little!” he’d whine

“no, absolutely not, i don’t want to get stuck in a small closet with a revolting guy who then tries to make a move on me, hell to the no.”

you state firmly but also a tiny bit of you wanted to do it

“if i told you daniel was also playing would you agree? you know 7 minutes in a closet with daniel who knows what will happen.” he says teasingly with a wink

“DUDE! SHUT UP” you shout while whacking him multiple times on the arm

“okay okay okay okayyyy i’m sorryyyy, don’t hit me anymore, i’m too handsome to hit” seongwoo said while raising his hands up

you can’t help but groan at his antics and knew that he would insist you play and you’ll end up playing

plus a bit of you wanted to get stuck in a closet with daniel even though you knew nothing would happen except there would be awkward silence

“but pleaseee join meee” seongwoo said cutely while doing aegyo for you

“for fuck’s sake seongwoo, you look like a messed up deformed over grown puppy dog stop” you said bluntly

but then you continued “fine i’ll join”

“YESSS!! YO PEOPLE Y/N’S GONNA JOIN THE GAME!!”

you quickly sit down and your eyes instantly meet daniel’s

he gives you a quick quirk of the eyebrow

and even from that your heartbeat quickens

you just shrug at him and give him a shy smile

he smiles his adorable bunny smile back and you can’t help but blush

anyways minhyun spun the bottle and everyone was chanting including you “JAEHWAN JAEHWAN JAEHWAN”

and of course it landed on jaehwan

jaehwan screamed with his famous vocal cords “OH HELL NOOO I DON’T WANT TO BE KISSED BY MINHYUN I AIN’T GAY!!”

“you totally are” sungwoon quipped teasingly

“don’t lieee jaehwan you totally want to get kissed by minhyun” you add with a smirk

then ongniel basically did kissy faces at jaehwan

minhyun who was tipsy, you didn’t know how though he never drank said

“come onnn jaehwan i know you want me” he said seductively jokingly of course not

just imagine minhyun doing this tho i would die

jaehwan just scrunches up his face as minhyun pecks him on the lips

minhyun finally realised what he’s done and cringes so much while jaehwan is screaming

while all the guys are either cringing or whooping super loudly

“daniel it’s you next! a kiss or seven minutes of heaven?” jisung says cheerfully

you’re already blushing and you don’t know why but you had a gut feeling that it was going to land on you

daniel says with a slight blush “7 minutes of heaven”

he spins the bottle and seongwoo being the cheeky little shit he is

tugs the rugs so it stops exactly in front of you this is skills y’all

announces super loudly and quickly before anyone says anything about him tugging the rug

“Y/N AND DANIEL INTO THE CLOSET”

you and daniel look at each other with a mixture of mortification, embarrassment and just complete nervousness

you both enter the closet and you hear sungwoon loudly say

“7 MINUTES STARTS NOW!!”

you both entered the closet and you realise there was no space

you literally were leaning against daniel, you could feel his warm body next to yours and your cheeks couldn’t help but heat up

daniel was super nervous but also super happy since he hasn’t been this close to you for a long time

you two face each other and you admire his chocolate brown eyes and his soft pink lips which you hate to admit but you wanted to kiss so bad

you saw his gaze flutter down to your lips and back up to your eyes

your heart beats super quickly knowing he was thinking about kissing you

there was an awkward silence for a few moments until he says softly to you

“hey how are you? we haven’t talked in a while”

“i’m okay i guess and yeah we haven’t really talked since the breakup” you say gently and without stuttering, you felt proud of yourself for not stuttering but you knew you were bright red

“oh right, i’m really sorry for kinda just stop talking to you after that but i’m sure (ex best friend’s name) explained to you why” he said sheepishly and he was also unconsciously biting his lip

making you think things you really shouldn’t and just shooting up your desire of kissing him right up the roof

you focus back to the topic and stop

“no she never did” you say confused

“wait actually???” daniel said shocked

“nope, i get if it’s too personal and it’s all over now but could you tell me why?” you say shyly

“uh-uh-uh umm” he stuttered looking anywhere but at you

he then continues “well i broke up with (ex best friend’s name) because i liked you, y/n, and i guess i still do now but like i know you and seongwoo are a thing so it really doesn’t matter anymore and like i know this might be super awkward for you so i’m really sorry”

he said super disappointed

your eyes widen and your mouth drops as you hear that you completely freeze up trying to process the fact that daniel actually LIKES YOU??!!

then you feel like you’re bursting with happiness and you don’t realise what you do but you basically jump into daniel’s arms

he’s so surprised but also confused because he’s not sure whether this means you like him or not but a bit of hope ignites in him

you lay your head on his shoulder taking his comforting scent in and snuggle into the crook of his neck

and you sweetly say in a giddy tone “daniel i like you too i have for months and months and months. I never said anything but i fell for you when you were dating (ex best friend’s name). i’ve liked you ever since then. plus me and seongwoo aren’t a thing we never were he’s my best friend and that’s it. you know that seongwoo knows that i like you?”

he faces you with a look of pure happiness and exclaims

“actually?! he knows i like you too! that prat he should of just told me, he just had to make things complicated.” he says sweetly at first

but i’m so happy do you know how much i’ve wanted to hear those words.” he says in a low raspy tone slightly seductive

with your noses touching now and you don’t even know what came over you but you whisper in his ear seductively “i have an idea”

suddenly daniel captures your lips with his and you wrap your arms around his neck

his kisses were lustful, passionate but also sweet

it was the perfect mixture of sexy and sweet just like him

his hands instead of holding your hips to hold you up goes down to your ass and he lightly squeezes it

you run your hands through his messy brown hair enjoying every single sensation of you kissing him

he lightly nibbles your neck giving you tiny hickeys making you moan a little and before you know it he passionately makes out with you again

you hear someone shout “TIME’S UP!!”

the closet door opens and you automatically break apart and daniel sets you down lightly

with your top a bit astray showing a bit of your bra, his hair messed up and one of his buttons undone, everyone could tell something went on

everyone basically said “ooooooo did you guys get it onnnnnnn??”

you both are blushing profusely trying to fix up your appearance

not saying anything because everyone is just smirking at you two

you feel so embarrassed but at the same time delighted that daniel reciprocates your feelings

you’re also so surprised with yourself because you’re never like that and definitely not the one to initiate stuff like it

and of course your embarrassment worsens when seongwoo basically screams so the whole party can hear

“HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU HAVE HICKEYS!!!????? DAMN DANIEL YOU GOT SOME MOVES MY BOY!”

you blush so hard and you quickly try to cover them up and when you fail you just have your head in your hands

while seongwoo puts his arm around daniel winking while daniel just groans and shoves him off

jisung looking at you two and deciding to take pity on you two announces “EVERYONE CHOP CHOP WE DON’T HAVE A LOT OF TIME IT’S SEONGWOO’S TURN!!”

seongwoo automatically focuses on himself lol same tho and says cockily “ladiesss be prepared to be swept off your feet”

then he actually ends up landing on jihoon and kisses him while doing sexy aegyo

you smile at jisung gratefully and you thank him as he gives you a quick hug and he just says no problem and goes back to the game

jisung is such a sweetheart and so underrated i love him sm

you feel an arm gently wrap around your shoulders and you see daniel smiling at you

your heart flutters and you smile shyly back at him and he gently whispers in your ear which makes you blush beetroot red but you end up giving him a small kiss in return for him saying

“that really was my 7 minutes in heaven”

ahhh shit this was super rushed so apologies i also made this like more sexual than usual but not too far so i’m sorry for people who did not like it, please tell me if you want me to or not include these sort of scenes for my future scenarios. this was a lot of fun to write though sorry it took so long i had a bit of a writers block ALSO TONS OF ASSESSMENTS AND TESTS cri i hate school. anyways as always PLEASE SEND ME A MESSAGE OR AN ANON MESSAGE to just chat, feedback but apologies no requests :((

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

p.s. there was a lot of seongwoo cause he’s my bias wrecker and i love him sm

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