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jameui · 3 years

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MOVIE DATE

PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x Manager!M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Hyunjin being a jerk

SUMMARY: You boyfriend, Hyunjin took you out on a date to watch your favorite movie.

You sighed in exhaustion and as if the world was trying to test you, a fast running bicycle came your way causing you to jump to the side, so fast that you forgot about the takeouts you had in your hands and at a blink of an eye the neatly boxed items fell to the ground, all the food now spilled on the floor with your eyes widening in fear. "Shit!" You yelled out and tried to get back to the restaurant again, but as soon as you got there the line was already long and it'd take you ages to get to the counter to order, again.

You were at your way to your work with your phone squeezed in between your shoulder and ear as you talked to your co-manager on the other line who seemed agitated for your tardiness, while you tried to balance the foods you were made to order. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure that won't happen again." You told the male before the call was cut short when he decided to hang up all of a sudden.

Looking around, you saw a chinese restaurant that had the smallest line, so you went there and bought the food there, even though the orders of the group was not exactly what they wanted for you to buy. You just couldn't go back empty handed.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the venue of the fansign event and got there just in time before Stray Kids were called to the stage for their activity to be done, but the moment you got there you saw that the people present were already eating their food away. They noticed your presence entering the room whilst their head turned to look at you. "I... Good morning, everyone." You greeted them. 'Guess their manager got their food delivered.'

You didn't get a reply, except from the group who was more than happy to see that you had food on your hands. "Hyung! Thank God. I was starving." The group's youngest, Jeongin said as he helped you put the foods down on the table. "You're seriously a life saver."

You smiled at him giving him a muttered thanks that earned you a smile from Jeongin. Honestly speaking, Jeongin was the second best person you ever liked in the group, the first being Lee Felix since he was the only person to ever approach you on your first day since he was able to see how much you were so nervous. Felix was also one of the members who taught you korean, the other being Bang Chan. You had always knew the group back then, and now and you were damn thankful that you got the opportunity to be in their circle.

Knowing how young you were to be working for them, they treated you nicely, not because they needed to, rather cause it was in their nature to be caring. Well, at least except one person. You were the closest to Felix who treated you like his personal manager and a friend as well, going out on friendly dates with you to the park, dog cafés, just anywhere Felix would find interesting to visit.

Who's the person that seemed irritated whenever you were around you ask? Why, the one and only visual king, Hwang Hyunjin. He doesn't actually treat you bad, but the way his eyes would always turn dark or displeased when you show up in his line of sight made you feel so small and felt totally unwelcomed. That was then, apparently, since today the male looked a little too quiet and didn't even bother to look at you. Believe me or not that's actually the kindest thing he's done to you.

You would try to go to him to try and talk to him, worried by his silence. You just furrowed your brows and sighed completely aware that no matter how much you try to talk to him he won't even dare to acknowledge you being there for him.

"M/n, are you just gonna stand there? Come and eat." Chan told you, but you just politely declined his offer with the shake of your head before telling him that you had just taken your breakfast and that you were full, more and you feel like your stomach's gonna burst. "Hm, suit yourself, but I'll be leaving mine untouched, so you can eat it when you get hungry, yeah?"

"You're so kind, Chan." You gave him a smile that got Chan smiling also showing his deep dimples that you could just dive in it anytime soon.

"Hey, hey, hey! We've known each other the longest. Why do I still have to call you 'hyung' and M/n doesn't?" Jisung, one of the group's rapper, pouted with folded arms as Chan chuckled before ruffling the kid's hair that Jisung angrily shook off.

"Well, since he's not that spoiled, unlike you." Chan answered Jisung who gasped dramatically. "And he also gained my permission, so—"

"Whenever or not he's around, is he the only person that ever comes into your mind?" That all too familiar voice spoke out, all your heads turning towards the person. He scoffed and stood up with a smirk on his face, probably in disbelief that the whole group was talking to you and always thought about you. "I mean, come on. There's gotta be something else to talk about other than this... person." You felt his eyes look at you while your eyes stared at him with rising anger. "There's sports, other artists, songs, music, so many and you chose to pick him as the topic of your talk."

"Hyunjin, that is very disrespectful." Chan gritted out, but Hyunjin knew better than to listen or to even stop.

"I'm really not, hyung." Hyunjin's smirk grew wider eyeing you with a suspicious look on his eyes. An idea popped in his head as he opened his mouth to talk. "But, if you want to, I could show you how disrespectful I can get." Without any warning, he took the take-out container and bottled drink in his hand and gave you no second to react as he poured all of its contents onto your head with a loud gasp coming out of you. "There. I'll call it a masterpiece even."

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Bang Chan's voice boomed through the whole room a still smirking Hyunjin turning around to face the older male who was fuming with anger. "You—"

"Chan!" You called out to him before things got a little out of hand. For pete's sake their going to just fight because Hyunjin had made a mess of you? You were not even worth the fight. "No. I'm fine. I can just quickly change, that's all. I'll be right back and I better get no reports about you two fighting." You told the two, Chan rolling his eyes.

You got out of the room and ran as fast as you can to the nearest restroom, cleaning yourself as soon as you arrived. Times like this you would immediately bawl your eyes out, but with the constant behavior that Hyunjin showed to you, you grew used to it. Heck, you even sometimes feel that the other boys only act like they liked you being there and when you weren't, they'd stab you behind your back. "Goodness, why won't this get off."

"Need help?" A raspy voice came from the entrance of the restroom, turning your head around to see Felix leaning himself on the door frame with his arms crossed, then untangled them to let his hands rest inside his pockets and stepped inside as you smiled at him. "Do you need more tissue?"

You shook your head at him, your attention back on your stained favorite shirt wiping them clean with the tissues the place's restroom owned. "Nah, there's plenty here. Besides, I'm all dried up now." You said and showed yourself to him, Felix knitting his brows in worry.

He seeped air through his teeth and cocked his head to the side, unsure if you should be wearing that now dirty shirt when you'd be with them during the activity the whole time. "I don't think you should be wearing that."

"Why? It's my favorite sweater." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"Yeah, I know, M/n, but it's dirty. Plus, I think it gets pretty uncomfortable seeing that stain on your shirt and it gets sticky. Yeugh." Felix pretended to barf which got you laughing softly. Felix, though not trying to be funny, whatever he does it always seemed so funny to you.

"Fine, fine. I'll go change, the problem though is that I didn't bring an extra shirt with me today." You told Felix scratching your nape.

"Really? Well, I guess we have to borrow from one of the group's." Felix suggested, but your eyes grew sizes bigger upon hearing that and waved your hands.

"No way, Felix! I have already done enough damage, I can't afford to borrow a shirt from one of the members, or to you even." You told him, but it all fell on deaf ears as Felix refused to listen. "I'm just trouble, Felix. You don't have to worry about me."

Felix hummed with two fingers pinching his chin gently. "Yeah, I don't think so." He took your wrist and started to drag you back to the dressing room. "Come on, I know there's someone willing to let you borrow a shirt." You just sighed, knowing that Felix won't even dare to change his mind when he had already set them on something.

Alas, as you two got there, none of the members even had a spare shirt to let you borrow. They were very willing and even tried to look around if there was anything, but to no avail. Although, there was one last person you didn't ask. "Hyunjin. You were the cause of this mess, you let him borrow your shirt." Felix sternly told the older male who pilled his brows together.

"What?! No way! Are you telling me I'd offer to do something for that guy? No!" Hyunjin retorted making Felix growl.

Felix was so ready to throw punches at the male who didn't seem to be bothered by the situation, but you just put a hand on Felix's shoulder and assured him. "That's alright, Felix. My sweater was thick enough to not get my undershirt wet. Although, I'm grateful for your effort." You smiled at him and sighed.

Just in time, you heard a call from one of your co-manager that the group was already being requested to be at the stage right now. You gave them an encouraging smile as they all did the same. "Alright boys. It's time to go out there and meet millions of your fans."

The group all shouted, excluding Hyunjin, hurray and hurried out to get on stage, you following behind after you were able to discard your sweater, leaving you only on your black t-shirt. You shivered at the cold now that you were left with a thin clothing that wasn't appropriate for the type of weather you were having and not mention that the place was fully air-conditioned.

Your shaking was not too evident, but one of the members, Seungmin, was able to notice it. Feeling pity he made his way to Hyunjin and tried to convince him. "Jinnie, M/n's cold. Please lend him your jacket, at least. He'll get sick if he continues to get exposed to the cold."

"Better for him."

"Hyunjin, please... Besides, you're already wearing thick layers of clothes why not let M/n borrow." Seungmin reasoned out and solemnly knitted his brows to persuade the male, Hyunjin rolling his eyes at his bestfriend and huffed before taking his jacket off of him and handed it over to Seungmin who silently squeaked. "Thanks, Hyunjin." Hyunjin brushed it off with a 'whatever', the younger of the two jogging his way towards you and gave you the jacket he got from Hyunjin. "I noticed your shivering, so I want you to take this jacket and no, you can't say you can't accept it."

You nodded your head at him and took the jacket from his hands. "Thank you, Seungmin."

"My pleasure." He smiled at you with those puppy dog like smile. He skipped back to reunite with his group while you put on the jacket that Seungmin offered you. You were still in thought though how Seungmin was able to convince Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket. You knew Hyunjin owned the jacket since he wouldn't let them go since the moment you arrived.

You noticed how the jacket was too big for you, since the sleeves of the piece of clothing only let your fingers peek out through the holes while the flaps reached further down your hips, but it totally felt cozy and smelled like... Hyunjin. How do you explain it? You don't even know where to begin. It was him. The reason why you wanted to work with Stray Kids. You didn't want to look like you were some type of stalker, but all you ever wanted was to befriend Hyunjin.

The befriending process didn't go the way you actually thought it would go. Everytime his eyes met yours or you heard his voice you'd get all flustered and so nervous that your tongue always gets tied, the words you want to tell him gets trapped inside your mouth. It all started to be just an admiration towards the slightly older male until your determination to become his friend gradually became an unknown feeling towards Hyunjin, until realizing later that you actually liked the group's rapper, despite all his bad treatment towards you.

Back to reality, you hugged yourself and took in the wonderful scent the artist gave off until one of your co-worker nudged you. "Hey, stop sniffing the clothes. You totally look like a sasaeng."

"W-what? I wasn't sniffing anything." You denied it earning an eye roll. Later, you heard the whole place bursted into shouts of joy and excitement as Stray Kids made their appearance on the stage greeting all their fans inside and outside of the place. They all took their turns taking the mic to express their happiness and gratefulness to their ocean of fans that filled up the whole place.

Soon, the group was seated at a long rectangular table that was a perfect fit letting all the members seat on their respective seats. There were chairs as well settled in front of the table with each settled across a specific member.

You were appointed to keep guard and stand behind Hyunjin, in any case of fans throwing shade at him or any forms of harm or hate towards the member who had just been caught up in a supposed bullying rumor.

The line started to form as people who were present inside the place took their turns to talk to each member and get a sign from them. So far, you could only wonder how paranoid the company was to keep you on guard of Hyunjin when all these people here are Stays and they wouldn't do such thing to throw hate to any members in the group. Right?

The line was still too long to be gone in just minutes making you sigh, hearing your tummy rumble hoping that no one heard that. You now finally regret not eating that noodles that Chan offered you, the hunger finally hitting your system as your tummy continued to grumble. You pursed your lips and forced your eyes closed while you brought your head down in embarrassment. 'Fuck... why now?'

After a short while, the line was starting to get shorter and shorter, you thanking the heavens for the fast passing by of the time. But, the moment you least expected to happen happened. You felt a harsh tap on your legs and another and another after it finally took your attention, getting a little shocked that the action was done by the person who hated you the worst. "Take it before I change my mind." He told you. You complied and bowed at him politely as he tuts his tongue. "Who would even think of going to work on an empty stomach?"

'You... poured it on me?' You thought then shrugging it off before you looked at the treat offered to you by Hyunjin. You wondered what type of bread it was and hesitated, although Hyunjin's back was facing you he was able to sense your hard time on trying to eat what he gave you.

"It's not poisoned, M/n." He whispered as he signed the album that had his photo on it, then looking up at the fan who would like to talk to him.

Their talk wasn't audible to you, but you opened the packaging of the nicely wrapped pastry and bit on it with your body facing the wall so your back was turned against the people to cover yourself while you ate. One of your co-manager did notice your unwanted behavior and stomped his way to you and took the baked good from your hands and threw it to the ground to step on it and crush it good. "What do you think you're doing, L/n?! You're being inappropriate right now." He gritted out to you with a small voice almost like a whisper so no one else would hear you two. You bowed your head subtly before a hand was placed right below your chin as you looked up at him confused. "Spit." He ordered, referring to the food you were chewing.

You nod your head and spit out the food that was in your mouth into his hand while he picked up the wasted food and left, then threw it all at a trash can. "Fuck." You sighed as you held your chest and slowly turned around to face the non-existent line, the group now interacting with their fans.

Just looking at them now, you were able to remember when you were the one who was there seated at the chairs shouting out the name of the person you would call as your bias, which is no other than Kim Seungmin. At least, when you still didn't take the job to be one of the group's manager. Usually, it would only take one manager to manage the group, but why did this group require another one? You questioned yourself. It was all unexplained to you, but all you gotta do was to just be glad that you get to be friends with the people you see as your role models.

"Hyunjin-ah! When did you start trading jackets with your manager?" The question came out as a shout that got everyone laughing, including the group. You were only able to chuckle knowing that it was Seungmin who convinced Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket.

Hyunjin didn't get to answer the question, when another fan spoke from the crowd that got every fans' attention. "Are rumors true that you don't treat Manager L/n well?"

Chan furrowed his brows and picked up his microphone. "Where did you get this story?" He chuckled trying to make it sound that it wasn't true and just pure bluff. Chan looked at Hyunjin with the face that told Hyunjin that he should start treating you well if he didn't want the netizens to know about his treatment towards you. "Anyways, it's seriously not true."

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A few minutes later and the event was finally finished and the group was bidding their goodbyes to their fans as they started to walk backstage. You waited for them at their waiting room with a handful of bottled waters for the boys to pick up once they get inside. The door soon opened revealing the group with a tense atmosphere following them that got you so confused. "Hey—"

"Hyunjin. If word gets out about your mistreatment to M/n, that would be a serious damage to our image and to M/n as well, 'cause he's obviously in pain because of you!" Chan yelled at the trouble causing male who only rolled his eyes paying no heed to his warning.

"Atleast, I never went too far as to really hurt him physically." Hyunjin deadpanned Chan growling at his response. Your eyes flickered to Hyunjin, then to Chan not knowing what to do in this situation.

"You are seriously being a jerk right now, Hyunjin." Chan fumed in anger while Hyunjin just continued to act deaf and played on his phone. Chan, giving up, sighed and plopped down on his seat. "Ayayay."

They took turns in getting your glances as you thought of a way to calm the atmosphere. You had already been their manager for a over a year now and this was the only time that Hyunjin ever spoke up to Chan and, to top it off, with sass and without the slightest feeling of being bothered. That was the moment you felt like you had enough. You've had enough with all these things. You were tired of yourself to even think that Hyunjin would finally soften up to you and be his friend. You were wrong to even apply for this kind of job. The group wouldn't be fighting if it hadn't been for you appearing in their lives all so suddenly. "Guys... let him do as he pleases. I'll be the one to take of whatever the netizens hear."

Chan raised his eyes up at you with furrowed brows. "What do you plan on doing? Whatever it is don't do it."

You smiled and nodded. "I won't, Chan." You held up the bottles in your hands and turned on a toothy smile. "Water? Anyone?" They all sighed in relief and got their turns in picking their own bottled water, the last one not being picked up by Hyunjin, so you decided to give it to him. You brought the cold drink to his face making him flinch as he looked up at you. "Thank you for the bread, by the way." You told him and giggled. "I've already packed your jacket in your bag." You informed him and patted his back.

The once crazily terrifying atmosphere now turned into a more comfortable one, the one you always would want to see. You didn't know what got you the courage to speak or blurt out whatever you had in your mind, but you looked at Hyunjin and said: "Hyunjin, can I talk to you privately?" Thankfully, their loud voices was able to distract themselves from hearing your request to Hyunjin who sighed and nodded his head. He stood up from his seat and started to move outside of the room. You followed behind closely, feeling intimidated by the month older's tall figure. "Hyunjin..."

"Cut to the chase, M/n. I don't have much time." He told you as you nod your head in understanding and fiddled with your fingers.

"I know, you'd probably like hearing this, but could I have the permission to quit as your group's manager?" You asked him, his forehead creasing that made him pull his brows together. "I was able to notice what the group had become the moment I became your manager—"

"And do you think quitting would change it?" Hyunjin asked you with a raised brow. "If anything, it'd probably—no, it would break their hearts to know that you quitted. If you do so, you're not only quitting as a manager, but as their friend as well."

"And you're able to say that after you purposely tried to have me fired or suspended from work by offering me that bread?" You sarcastically answered, Hyunjin clearing his throat.

"Well... that wasn't my intention. I didn't even know it'd get you fired." Hyunjin replied making you chuckle.

"Yeah..." You replied with a sad smile. "But, I don't wanna be the reason why you and Chan would always fight. Stray Kids is Stray Kids because they're fun and loving, caring. And I don't want to change that by being around the group." Hyunjin never replied anymore and you sighed. "I'm heading back now." You said and as you started to walk back inside, Hyunjin spoke.

"I wish you never entered our life, at all, M/n." He told you that got your heart broken into pieces. Sure, you admitted that he never liked you even just a bit, but him saying it so bluntly to you, it's like he does really mean it and could only care less. You were about to speak when Hyunjin beat you to it. "If so, I wouldn't be able to garner these undeniable feelings I have for you."

You froze. Were you hearing right? You just cleaned your ears this morning, well you do it everyday. Is your ear trying to play with you? "W-what?"

"DAMN! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?!" You gasped with your mouth full of popcorn, your boyfriend, Hyunjin seated beside you at the movie theater. He smiled at you admiring how cute you looked with your shocked expression that was being illuminated by the big screen. "Jinnie! Look, they're gonna kiss! AH!!" As the two actors in the movie was about to kiss, one of the movie's cast bursted out of the door cutting the kiss and earned a few 'oh's and 'I hate you, Chan's. "Chan is such a cock blocker."

"Watch your mouth, babe." Hyunjin told you making you pout.

"It's true, though!" You retorted and Hyunjin could only laugh at your cuteness and honest opinions.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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What's It To You?

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: To some people, relationship labels aren’t important. To some they aren’t important only in theory. Well, Y/N finds out she falls in the later category, leading to a falling out with her boyfriend Corpse.

Requested by Anon. You’ll know who you are when you read the fic 😉 Thank you for the ‘angsty argument’ request. I hope I captured what you had in mind and I hope you enjoy the read. Love, Vy 🥰

The time is nearing 7PM and Corpse has barely eaten anything. I always keep track of his meals and time spent in front of a computer screen, making sure he doesn’t spend too much time exhausting his eyes or starving himself. He never notices he’s hungry until he takes a bite of something and his appetite grows in matter of seconds. The real battle is to get him to take that first bite.

I get up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. I open the fridge, scanning its contents for any ideas that might pop into my head for dinner. When nothing comes to mind, I resort to my last option - asking him. There’s only a slight chance he’ll be of any help. He’ll most likely say he’s not hungry or that he’ll make himself something late. He never does. I’ve gotten used to him being a man-child when it comes to eating. In the eleven months that we’ve been dating, I’ve force fed him more times than he has eaten on his own terms.

I go upstairs, stopping outside the door to his recording room to see if he’s talking to someone so I don’t walk in and interrupt. When no noises come from the inside I knock.

“Come in.“

Upon opening the door, I’m met with Corpse nonchalantly sitting in his desk chair, leaning as back as he can without tipping over. Arms folded behind his head, legs stretched out in front of him. The whole nine yards, suggesting that he not streaming.

“Hey.“ He greets me as he turns his chair a bit in an attempt to face me

“Hey, what’d you like for dinner?“ He opens his mouth to reply the millisecond after I have spoken my question. I already know what that reply will be so I hurry to prevent it, “And no, ‘later’ and ‘I’m not hungry’ aren’t on the menu.“

He sighs, shaking his head as though he’s disappointed that I caught onto his game. The smile that slowly makes its way to his lips, however, suggests that he appreciates my concern. “Grilled cheese sandwiches? I mean, if you feel like it.”

I smile, relieved that the usual convincing portion of our interaction on this specific matter has been avoided. “Ok. Be down in fifteen then.” I give him a nod before heading back out into the hallway.

Before I am able to close the door, I hear someone else’s voice come from behind me. “Hey Corpse, was that on your end?”

Oh shit, he wasn’t muted

“Yeah man, sorry. Accidentally unmuted myself.“ Corpse sounds unbothered by this, but I am a little uneasy now.

Corpse and I have agreed to keep our relationship by a ‘won’t ask, won’t tell’ rule - if someone asks him if he’s in a relationship, he won’t lie and say no, but we haven’t gone public nor do we plan on doing so without someone asking us about it head-on. Well, not us. Him. His friends don’t know me and neither do his fans. I’m not in the same industry. I don’t stream nor film YouTube videos. The most I do for that platform is help Corpse with some editing when he needs to have a rest. So, if anyone were to reveal our relationship, it’d be him.

“Oooh, who was that?“ A girl’s voice asks teasingly. “Corpse, what are you not telling us?“

By this point, I’m out in the hall but I left my ears in the room. I know I’m not in the right here - eavesdropping is most definitely not nice, but I can’t help myself.

I hear him chuckle, “Nah, it’s just my friend Y/N.”

My heart drops so suddenly for a reason beyond my understanding. I feel like a kid feels when it’s told Santa isn’t real - I can’t believe what I heard.

I hurry to get back downstairs as soon as possible and also as quietly as I can. It’s tough, running with a pit in your stomach and a knot of I’m pretty sure is tears in your throat. When I’m finally in the kitchen, the aforementioned tears are blurring my vision. I try to blink them away but accidentally send one of them trickling down my cheek.

I’m aware this might be an overreaction and if I stopped to think I could probably find ways to justify what Corpse said. But I’m genuinely hurt, and I hate that I am.

I’ve never cared about what others know about me or think of me. Same goes for my relationships. I don’t put labels on things nor on my connection to people. I am surprised and disturbed by how much the label ‘friends’ bothers me. We’ve been dating for almost a year now, you’d think calling me his girlfriend would be second nature. Guess not.

I swallow the hurt and surprise, deciding to keep myself busy with the preparations for the dinner I was planning to make. However, keeping my hands full and giving my eyes a place to look doesn’t stop my thoughts from eating away at me.

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Twenty minutes later the sound of a door opening echoes from upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps going through the hallway and then down the stairs.

“It smells so good in here.“ He comments, his eyebrows raising when he takes in the freshly made sandwiches on the kitchen island. “You’re the best, Y/N.“

“Hmm, aren’t you lucky you have a friend who knows their way around the kitchen, huh?“ I reply sharply, not even sparing him a glance.

In the twenty minutes I was left alone with my wilding thoughts I declared that I wouldn’t beat around bush when he comes downstairs. That I would address the issue and tell him exactly how I feel about it. What I didn’t plan was being so harsh. I actually barely contain a wince when I realize how sharp of an edge my words had.

I feel ten times more guilty when I see the regret that flashes on his face, “You heard that.” He grips the edges of the table, leaning down and letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

The anger in me evaporates, leaving room for the hurt to keep spreading and take over me. I was never really angry with him, I’m just upset by the fact that his immediate reaction wasn’t to refer to me as his girlfriend.

“Why would you panic? What’s it to you if they know?“ My voice is barely above a whisper now, the tears I’m fighting back are clogging my throat, not allowing me to sound as clearly as I’d like.

“What’s it to you? I thought you didn’t care.“ He argues back, his gaze travelling from the tabletop to my eyes. I see the guilt in all his features and his body language.

“I thought so too.“ I shake my head, “But hearing you call me a ‘friend’...’just a friend’ stings. I don’t even know why, but it does. It feels almost like you are embarrassed of me. If that’s the case you can just tell me, you know?“

In a blink of an eye he’s crouched down in front of me, one hand holding both of mine while the other cups my cheek. “It’s not. It has never been and it will never be the case. You are one amazing person, Y/N. You deserve the world, not to be stuck with me. I’m just...” He trails off, his eyes not able to focus on mine any longer, “I’m scared of how people knowing about us will affect our relationship.”

My blood starts boiling again. I know I need to get away from him before I reach the point of saying something that’ll hurt him, so I untangle my hands from his grasp, pulling away from him. “Weak excuse, Corpse. You know it will change nothing except make me feel more included in your life. I will no longer feel like I’m a house rat no one knows about.” I stand up, unable to look at him, and start heading for the staircase.

“Y/N, please! ”I stop dead in my tracks when he calls out my name, his footsteps following behind me. “Don’t be...-”

I turn around, cutting him off in the process, “I need to be alone right now.” I tilt my head in the direction of the dining table, “Sit down and eat dinner. We’ll talk...later.”

* * *

Now that it’s been almost twelve hours with no contact between us I realize that my reaction was justified only to a certain extent. I understand his concerns and I could’ve expressed mine a little more calmly and in a lot less accusatory manner. But what happened happened and all I can do now is go over to him and apologize, establish a proper communication to resolve the issue that I so stupidly blew out of proportion.

My phone died sometime during the night and has been sitting on the charger but still turned off for a while. I go over to it and press-hold the start button. While it’s powering up I start changing my from my pajamas into my regular clothes, noticing a small stain on my shirt in the process. As I’m examining the stain, my phone starts going crazy with notifications, causing me to jump and drop my shirt.

“Fucking hell.” I mumble, disconnecting my phone from the charger and looking at the huge list of notifications on my lock screen. They are all alerts of new followers, likes and tags, non from people I know. Non except one.

@ corpse_husband tagged you in a post

Wait what?

I tap the notification which leads me to a picture Corpse posted two hours ago. It’s a picture of me taken in the living room without my knowledge. I’m an oversized sweater and yoga pants, my hair in a messy braid and my attention caught by the book in my hands. My glasses have slipped a bit down my nose, suggesting that I’m too concentrated on the contents of the pages in front of me that I haven’t noticed.

We started off as friends but it didn’t take long for her to become my best friend. And then she stole my heart. I know you’ll read this eventually, Y/N. So...hi. Love you.

PS - the sandwiches were bomb 🖤

I’m more than caught off guard. Like a surprise hug from behind, warmth spreading all throughout my body.

Without a second of hesitation I put my phone down and run to the bedroom door. However, I don’t make it very far considering I nearly run straight into Corpse’s chest as I exit the room. He catches me before I knock him straight to the ground, thankfully.

“Aren’t you a rocket this morning. Where are you headed?“ He chuckles, holding onto my upper arms.

One look at his smile, a single word out of his mouth and I’m melting. I walk straight into him, wrapping my arms around his torso, hiding my face in his chest. He comfortably rests his chin on the top of my head, not asking any further questions until I finally answer.

“Right here. I was heading for you.“ I whisper before I pull away enough to be able to look him in the eyes. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I was being childish and overdramatic and I’m sorry about all I said. I was really upset.“

“It’s ok, baby. I’m sorry for making you upset in the first place. I understand now how much it means to you.“ He caresses my cheekbone with the back of his hand. “I...um...tried to make things right by...“

I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his, putting an end to his timid stuttering. “I saw it.” I mumble in the kiss.

“Did you like it?“

“I loved it.“

“Did you read the comments?“

My heart skips a beat when I hear that dreaded term. Just the thought of reading through the comments terrifies me. I tell myself that some strangers’ words aren’t gonna have an impact on me, but I know they will. Especially since these ‘strangers’ mean so much to Corpse.

I shake my head. He pulls away, taking my hand and leading me towards the living room. “You have to. You’re gonna love them.”

I reluctantly follow him, plopping down on the couch next to him as he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the comment section of the picture he posted. He was right. All these people have said such things about me and about our relationship. Some verified names are also there, sharing their support much like the fans.

“See, this is why I was nervous. I’ll have to do duels for your attention now.“ He glances at me, leaning in and kissing my temple as he sometimes does so impulsively.

“You don’t do duels when you are already sitting at the throne. Right next to me.“ I once again capture his lips with mine, tempted to never pull away, but also tempted to keep reading the comments.

Damn, he might be right about the duels.

He takes his phone from me setting it aside as he slowly lifts me and settles me in his lap, never letting our lips detach.

Nevermind. Fuck the duels

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wizardouxie · 3 years

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PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #zoeappreciationweek #here's my entry hehe #enjoy!#toa #tales of arcadia #zoe #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #zouxie #archie #claire #claire nuñez #ophelia #ophelia nuñez

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 3 years

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XXX

A/n: Some unnecessary drama in this chapter, but I wanted to make it more interesting. Love you all!!! ••••••••••••••••••••

Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis went their separate ways, wishing to not discuss their feelings on what happened at Zegnautus Keep and how Noctis was absorbed into the Crystal.

Instead of heading to Lestallum like his friends, Prompto departed for Hammerhead after they returned to Lucis. He figured Cindy would allow (Y/n) to stay there until she regained consciousness. The mechanic was more than happy to let the girl stay in the bed located in the back room connected to the garage.

But now, that was three months ago. Prompto spent most of his time in Hammerhead, taking up whatever hunts he could with fellow hunters. After a job was complete, he'd return to the outpost and visit (Y/n) in hopes to find her awake. Even Cindy would pay her visits from time to time.

Unfortunately, she remained in what was almost an eternal slumber. He had time to think about the words Brahma spoke to him and was able to understand why she was in such a state. She wouldn't awaken until Noctis returned.

Although she was perfectly safe and healthy, his heart ached. He wanted her to wake up and help him through the darkness that now engulfed every corner of Eos. He was beginning to lose his mind without her by his side.

Today, Prompto had finished slaying a horde of iron giants and imps with a few hunters. He returned to Hammerhead and ate a quick meal before going to see the slumbering (Y/n).

He entered the small room located in the back of the garage and sat down in the comfy chair beside the bed. He leant forward, reaching a hand out to take one of hers. He could still feel the warmth radiating from her body. It brought him a semblance of peace but also one of heartbreak. "Hey, (Y/n)." His thumb caressed her knuckles. "Guess what I did today? I took down two iron giants by myself! I'm getting pretty good at daemon hunting. I'm thinking about doing a hunt by myself." Prompto then told her about whatever came to mind. He wasn't sure if she could hear him, but he wanted to believe she could.

"Oh, hey." Prompto scooted closer to the edge of the seat. "Remember that one time Noct came over to study a few days before finals and he almost found you?"

•••••

"We're not seriously gonna sit here and study, are we?" A sixteen-year-old Noctis asked, throwing his head back. He stared up at the ceiling of Prompto's apartment, leaning back in the chair. He drummed his pencil against the kitchen table.

"Oh, c'mon, buddy!" A sixteen-year-old Prompto whined. "Let's do a few more math problems!"

"I suck at math," the prince groaned.

"So do I! That's why we're studying so we don't completely bomb the final. I don't care about getting an A or B, I just wanna pass..."

"Specs can help us with the math later." Noctis closes his math book and stood up, tossing his pencil down. "Let's order some pizza and play video games."

Prompto glances at the clock on the oven. "We've only beens studying for thirty minutes..." He followed his friend's actions and agreed. "Yeah, let's do it. I'll order the pizza while you pop in a game."

Noctis walked into the living room and grabbed Assassin's Creed II while Prompto pulled out his phone and ordered two large pizzas. Once their order was placed, he joined the prince on the couch and watched him play the game. They handed the controller back and forth whenever one of them died.

An hour later, their pizzas arrived. Prompto paid the delivery boy and thanked him before closing the door. He placed the pizza boxes on the coffee table before sitting back down to watch Noctis wander around the streets of Monteriggioni as Ezio. When he decided to return to the story, the raven-haired boy glanced over at the blonde. "So, you gonna tell me why you didn't wanna go out with that girl who asked you out today?"

Before Prompto could answer, a loud sound came from the bedroom. Both boys looked down the hallway when hearing the sound. Noctis' brows furrowed together. "The hell was that?"

Prompto knew it must've been (Y/n), who was hidden in the closet. "I-I didn't hear anything. Maybe you're just hearing things."

Noctis stood up, putting the controller on the coffee table. "No, I definitely heard something." He began wandering down the hallway towards the bedroom. Prompto was close behind him, hoping he wouldn't discover the girl hidden in the closet. He began nibbling his bottom lip nervously as they walked into the bedroom. He began tugging on the green and white tie of his school uniform as Noctis closed in on the closet.

When Noctis went to open the closet, Prompto acted quickly. He cleared his throat loudly and knocked off the picture frame of his adoptive parents off the nightstand beside the bed. He pointed at it and grabbed the prince's attention. "Hey, Noct! I think this is what we heard."

Noctis' hand froze on the handle to the closet door. He turned around and spotted the picture frame on the floor. He lowered his hand, walking away from the closet. "Guess so." He picked up the picture frame and put it back on the nightstand. At that exact moment, the prince's stomach grumbled. "Damn, I'm hungry. Let's dig into that pizza we bought."

"You go right ahead, buddy. I'll be back shortly. I've gotta go to the bathroom," Prompto said as Noctis left the room. Once the raven-haired boy was gone, he crept towards the closet. Before he could touch the handle, the door slid open slightly. From the small opening, he saw a single gold-slitted eye peek out from the darkness. He titled his head in confusion. "What're you doing in there, (Y/n)?"

The guardian opened the closet door more to show her entire face. She reached out a single arm and grabbed his tie, yanking him towards her. Their faces were mere inches from each other, resulting in a blush on Prompto's face. "Why didn't you tell me a girl asked you out?!" She whisper-yelled. "And you turned her down?!"

"Wh-Why does it sound like you're scolding me?" Prompto muttered. "And how in the world did you here that...?"

"You two aren't exactly quiet!" She pulled his face closer, their noses touching. "I can't believe you let the perfect opportunity for you to get a girlfriend slip!"

"I-I didn't like her like that!" Prompto protested. "Besides, I-I already have someone I really like..."

"Really?" (Y/n) gasped. "Who is it?"

"W-Well, it's..."

"Hey, Prompto!" Noctis shouted from the living room. "You fall in or something?"

"Be right there, buddy!" Prompto hollered back.

The spirit sighed begrudgingly and released him. "Go have fun. Just make sure to save me a couple of slices of pizza."

He nodded with a smile. "Will do, (Y/n)."

•••••

Prompto smiled at the fond memory. "The person I really liked was you, (Y/n). I was almost able to tell you, but Noct kinda ruined the moment."

He then went on to tell her about his recent visit to the chocobo farm in the Duscae region. After falling silent once going into great detail about his visit, Prompto squeezes her hand as the all-too-familiar sting of tears was felt in his eyes. His throat tightened painfully as he tried to keep from whimpering. "I...I hope you wake up soon, (Y/n). I really miss you." He lifted her hand, placing the back of it against his cheek. "Noct better hurry up and come back. I don't know how long I'll survive without either of you..."

<-----------<<<<<

Three excruciating long years passed by. Prompto, although still hopeful (Y/n) would wake up soon, was slowly losing that hope with each passing day. In order to distract himself, he kept busy by hunting any troublesome daemons and eventually was able to take up hunts all by himself. From time to time, he would join other groups of hunters, but most of the time he did hunts by himself to give him time to clear his head.

After he finished hunting down a necromancer, he found himself visiting Lestallum in hopes to see Gladio or Ignis. Instead of seeing his two friends, he found Iris. She waved at him as he walked over to her stall. "Hey, Prompto. I haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been pretty busy lately with hunting down some daemons. The gil's good and it lets me clear my head from time to time," he said.

Iris frowned melancholically. "Gladdy told me what happened to (Y/n). I'm so sorry."

Prompto smiled sorrowfully at the mention of the girl. "I try to visit her everyday, but...it's getting more difficult to see her like that."

"I can't even imagine how you feel," she mumbled.

"Maybe you should get the hell over it," a voice growled.

Iris and Prompto turned around to see Gladio approaching them. The young Amicitia glared at her brother. "Gladdy, how could you say something like that?"

Prompto knew how tough it'd been for Gladio to accept Noctis' disappearance. It had caused him to become tougher on him and others. His temper was shorter than ever and he was easily angered. However, that didn't excuse him from talking in such a manner. The blonde casted a glare in the shield's direction. "The hell's your problem?"

"I've no problem. You're the one who's still crying about a girl who's dead," Gladio hissed.

"She's not dead!" Prompto bellowed at the top of his lungs in anger. It grabbed the attention of everyone in the main thoroughfare. He clenched his fists tightly by his sides. "Would you be saying that if the woman you loved was in (Y/n)'s place?!"

"I'd stop moping and do something about it," the brute growled.

"I've already tried! There's nothing I can do, dammit!" Prompto bunched his hands up in his hair and tugged at his golden locks. "Even after a damned god told me she wouldn't wake up until Noct returns, I still tried!"

Gladio's angered expression was now dabbed with bewilderment. "What's this shit about a god?"

He untangled his hands from his hair, realizing he didn't tell Gladio or Ignis of how Brahma spoke to him. He thought they heard the Astral, but he was wrong. The god's words were for his ears only. "Brahma spoke to me at the Keep. He wants me to protect (Y/n) while she slumbers until Noct comes back."

"You're telling me an Astral is the reason why (Y/n)'s like that?" Gladio crosses his arms with a huff of annoyance.

"Yes!" Prompto shouted, his anger returning. "How the hell is anybody supposed to break a magic spell casted by a damned god?!"

"Try harder then," he spat. "I would if (Y/n) was my woman."

Prompto snapped. He punched Gladio in the face as hard as he could, causing him to fall to the ground. Iris was in shock. Not once had she seen someone punch Gladio so hard that it knocked him over. What was even more shocking was that person was Prompto. She wasn't mad at the blonde for punching his brother. If he hadn't done it, she would've.

"You're an asshole," Prompto snarled. His fist hurt, but that didn't match how painful his heart ached for (Y/n). "If you really think I haven't tried my hardest to get her back, you don't know me at all." With those final words, Prompto walked away.

Iris sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna lie: you deserved that."

"Damn... Pipsqueak's gotten a lot stronger these past three years." Gladio wiped the small amount of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He then looked up at his sister. "You gonna help your big brother off the ground?"

"No way," she scoffed. "I've gotta find Prompto. There's something I want to give him." She turned around to the stall she was managing and grabbed a bouquet of (f/c) flowers.

"Hold the damn phone," Gladio said before Iris could walk off. "You're giving him flowers? Don't tell me..."

"No!" She sneered. "I know how much he loves (Y/n). There's no way I'd do that to them. Besides, these are for her, not him. I wanted to give them to her myself, but I've been too busy to visit Hammerhead. I thought he could take them with him once he leaves."

Iris sauntered off, leaving Gladio sprawled out on the ground. She searched Lestallum and found Prompto sitting by the fountain outside the Leville. Seeing he was staring down at the fist he used to punch her brother, she carefully approached him. Once she was close enough, she saw the bruises forming along his knuckles. "I always knew punching Gladdy was like punching a rock."

Prompto lifted his head, revealing his face. He was still clearly angry, but he tried to keep it hidden under a facade of calmness. "It really did felt like I punched a rock. My whole hand hurts..."

The girl giggled and sat down beside him. "If you hadn't punched him, I would've." She gazed down at the bouquet in her grasp. "I'm really sorry about the way he acted. Ever since you guys came back, he's changed. He's more...angry and doesn't know how to deal with his emotions."

"We're all on edge," he sighed. "Some more than others, of course..."

"Moving away from my brother's awful behavior..." Iris held out the (f/c) flowers towards him. "I was hoping you'd give these flowers to (Y/n). I'm a little busy with running the stall and haven't had time to stop by Hammerhead."

Prompto's eyes widen at seeing the color of the flowers. "How'd you know (Y/n)'s favorite color is (f/c)?"

"I...actually didn't," she confessed with a smile. "It was a lucky guess."

He took the bouquet with a grateful smile etched across his face. "I'll give them to her. Thanks, Iris."

After a brief conversation with the young Amicitia, Prompto decided to leave Lestallum. He headed to where he left the small car he used to get around Lucis and drove back to Hammerhead.

When he arrived, he entered Takka's diner and asked the man behind the counter if he had something to put flowers in. All he could offer was a white tea kettle that he no longer used. Taking it from him, the blonde filled it with water and placed the flowers inside. Taking a step back to look at the makeshift vase, he smiled when realizing it actually looked cute. "I think she'll like it," he whispered to himself.

Grabbing the white tea kettle, Prompto left the diner and headed to the garage. He entered the small room in the back, his smile faltering slightly when seeing (Y/n) was still asleep. One day, he prayed he would open the door and find her sitting up in bed with her eyes open, waiting for him. "Sorry I'm late today, (Y/n). I decided to visit Lestallum to see how Iggy and Gladio were doing, but... Well, it didn't end pretty." He sat down in the chair, placing the tea kettle in his lap. "Anyway, Iris got you some (f/c) flowers! I was surprised to see flowers after three years. I wonder where she got them from?"

He places the kettle on the small plastic table by the bed. He then proceeded to tell her about his accomplishment of slaying a necromancer by himself. He felt a sense of pride in how he was able to handle such a powerful daemon without the help of anyone else.

Finishing his story, Prompto leaned over and placed a kiss on (Y/n)'s cheek. He said his farewells for now and left the room. Deciding to take the caravan and rest for a couple of days, he searched for Cindy and paid her. She thanked him sweetly, giving him the keys to the caravan.

Inside the caravan, the blonde placed the key down by the stove and dragged his exhausted body towards the bed located in the back. He flopped down on the mattress, not even bothering to get under the sheets. Grabbing one of the pillows, he hugged it against his chest and buried his face into it with a sigh. He muttered a few colorful slurs directed towards Gladio. He wanted to say so much more to the shield, but held his tongue in the heat of the moment.

Eventually, Prompto ceased cursing the brute's name and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into a deep sleep.

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Unbidden - Epilogue 3

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Content warnings: none, this is fluff city

Morgan was deep in concentration. He was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked at his hair, untangling it carefully. It was slow going, it seemed, and based on his expression he wasn't having a great time of it. The sudden onslaught of wind and rain had taken both of them by surprise this time, and made an absolute dog's breakfast of his hair.

"It's easier for me to get the snarls out of my hair when I start at the ends and work my way up," Blaise said. "Want some help with that?"

He hummed a vague assent and she took up a position behind him, starting with the part at the back of his head that would be the hardest for him to reach. He didn't seem to mind her touching his hair, generally, and she enjoyed it.

"If you braid it," she suggested after a minute or two, "it might help it keep from getting all knotted up like this."

"I don't know how to do that," came the response after a moment.

"Oh, it's easy! I can do it for you. And maybe teach you, after!" Was it weird to be so excited about this? No, she decided, it wasn't. He knew all sorts of stuff and taught her new things all the time. It wasn't often she got to return the favour.

"All right," Morgan said, and Blaise grinned to herself as she moved on to the next section. It went a lot faster with both of them working on it. Gods, it had been a long time since she'd braided anyone else's hair. Or her own, for that matter. It was faster to just tie it back. But it was the sort of activity you didn't just forget how to do, and she tried not to bounce with excitement once Morgan was ready.

"Here," she reassured him, "I'll keep it nice and loose so it doesn't pull." It went faster than she would have liked, but braiding was one of those things her hands liked to do almost on their own. In only a couple of minutes, Morgan's hair was tamed into a neat plait, secured with a nice little bow in the leather hair tie. "All done," she announced, and peeked around to see his reaction.

He ran careful fingers along the length of it, taking the tail over his shoulder to peer at it in wonder. It suited him, having the hair pulled back from his face. He wasn't traditionally handsome, not by a stretch, but he had a good face with features that were interesting to look at. His eyes were bright and clever, widened now as he examined her handiwork, not squinted as they often were when it was sunny or when he was trying to see something that was a little further away. The lashes framing them were longer than they seemed at first glance, probably because they were white like the rest of his hair, and that made them harder to see. The high lines of his cheekbones were striking without a curtain of hair blocking them off, accentuating the natural sharpness of his other features. She staunchly avoided thinking too long on the tiny white scars that littered the skin of his face irregularly, some on his cheeks, some by his eyes, some by his mouth. They weren't as stark and shocking as the big ones on the rest of him, but they were just as new. And she still hated them. They stood out against the otherwise reasonably smooth texture of his skin. That was a little weird - she'd never seen him shave, but he'd never had facial hair, either.

Oh, fuck, he was looking at her now. He'd said something. She went back over the sounds in her memory, but they didn't resolve into anything like words. Shit. "Sorry, what? I, uh. Started daydreaming. Didn't mean to."

"That's all right. What were you thinking about?"

"Not a lot," she dodged the question. It would definitely be weird to say she was just… enjoying looking at his face. Actually, that wasn't too far off from what he'd said, that first uncomfortable night on their way to Tristram. Maybe it would be fine. "Just taking a good look at you. I like your face. Have you ever grown a beard?" she added quickly as doubt started to settle on his features like a cloud crossing in front of the sun.

"I… no," he said, bringing his hands up to touch his cheeks in a motion that seemed almost like he was trying to hide. "I've never… had facial hair. It doesn't grow."

"I don't think you're missing out on anything," Blaise reassured him, looking up at the ceiling of their temporary shelter just to take her gaze off of him. "It's probably not very comfortable. They sure are scratchy, anyway. I can't imagine having something like that on my face all the time." That mental image took her by surprise, and she laughed aloud. Morgan looked at her questioningly. "I just thought how funny I'd look with a little moustache, like Telash," she explained.

Morgan tilted his head a little. "I think a style like Devak would suit you better," he said, the tiniest hint of a smile playing around the corner of his mouth. Devak had a massive bushy beard that had gone halfway down his chest and tickled unbearably between her thighs. The thought was even more ridiculous than the one she'd come up with, and she laughed so hard it brought tears to her eyes.

Morgan didn't laugh with her, but the smile stole more fully onto his face. He shifted a little to lean up against her shoulder. That was really nice, how comfortable he was getting.

"Thank you for helping me with my hair," he said. "I like it very much." Then, more quietly, "It doesn't bother me, you know. Being ugly. You don't have to pretend like I'm not."

Blaise bit her tongue. You aren't ugly, she wanted to say, but that wasn't going to go over well at all. He was going to think she was lying to him. "I'm not pretending anything," she said instead. "You're interesting to look at. And the only time I've really seen you with your hair back was that one time in Kurast. But if you don't like it, I won't, like, stare or anything."

"I'm used to being stared at," he said. Of course he was. He looked like a kid and an old person at the same time, small and white-haired but not wizened or bent. He wore a hood sometimes, but even then he still stood out.

"And I'm used to sleeping on the ground," she shot back, "but that doesn't mean I like it. You can tell me if you don't like when I do something, Morgan. I need you to tell me, or else I won't know."

"I know. I really don't mind when you look at me. I just… wasn't expecting it. Earlier. When you said you… like my face. I'm not… I don't… one moment," he said, and closed his eyes briefly. Blaise felt a little bit bad about how flustered he seemed to be. Maybe she'd have to take it easier on the compliments, avoid commenting on his appearance if he was going to be so sensitive about it.

"You need me to tell you when I'm uncomfortable," he said after a moment. Blaise nodded. "I need you to tell me things plainly as well. There are a lot of things I don't understand." He paused. "Especially interpersonal things. Like attraction. You… say that sort of thing to your partners, the flattery," he clarified, and it clicked.

"I'm not - no, I'm - all right, okay. I'm not attracted to you," she reassured him, which was one of the weirder things she'd ever had to reassure someone about, but he relaxed noticeably. "And even if I was, I know you aren't interested. I'd never push you into anything."

"I appreciate that, thank you." Morgan looked at his hands, fidgeting a little by pressing his fingertips together. "How do you know?" he asked next, quietly. "When you're attracted to somebody? What does it feel like?"

Blaise considered her response. Morgan was clearly serious about the question. He was always serious, pretty much, although apparently he also knew how to be hilarious and just hadn't been using that skill. It was just a weird thing to ask about, for a man who was probably older than she was. But hey, if this meant another opportunity to teach him something, great.

"I've never really thought about it," she said before the silence could get too long. "I know it when it happens, though. It's kind of like when you're hungry and you smell something really good cooking, and you just want to eat until you're full. Except it's not food you want, it's a person."

Morgan frowned a little, thoughtfully. Blaise had thought it had been a pretty good explanation. "Think about the prettiest person you've ever seen," she tried instead. "Or handsomest, or whatever."

"All right."

"Now, you picked someone, right? That's a kind of attraction, thinking someone looks good."

"I think I'm doing something wrong," he said, brow still furrowed. "I've never felt… hungry… about a person."

"Not even the prettiest one? You didn't want to touch her, or kiss her, or anything?"

"No. I don't like those things. I just wanted… I suppose I just liked to look at him," Morgan said softly, and holy shit, he looked so sad all of a sudden.

"Well, for me," Blaise said, maybe a little too quickly, "it's like an urge. Like an itch where the only way I can scratch it is to be touching the person I'm attracted to. Ideally in, uh, a sexual way." Hopefully this wouldn't be too weird. It felt like it might be getting weird. Why did she always have to make it weird?

"I understand the… mechanism of sex," Morgan said, looking more perplexed than sad now, which was a step in the right direction, "but not the desire. Do you really just look at a person and feel that you want to couple with them?" Blaise tried to keep a straight face. He just sounded so skeptical.

"I mean, I like to get to know them a little first, usually, but basically that's it, yeah. Not everybody feels it the same way, or at all," she added. "Some people get that feeling all the time, like me - you've seen some of my partners, you know I'm not picky. But some people only ever have eyes for one other person. And some just aren't interested at all, and I'm pretty sure that's normal too. The smith by our house was like that, when I was growing up. Never married, never had kids. Didn't want to do much of anything other than work her forge. She was gorgeous, too, could have had her pick. I guess she did, though, in a way."

That last little bit had been calculated to set Morgan at ease. It was interesting to know a little more, but it had been fairly obvious since Lut Gholein that he didn't have the same experiences as she did. After all, he'd been faced with a flock of beautiful, highly skilled courtesans and immediately tried to flee, then set up a deal with one of them to keep the rest away. Blaise tried to observe him without being incredibly obvious. He seemed very deep in thought for a while, and she did her best to let him sit and digest but the urge to move around started to creep under her skin. She freed her hair from its ponytail one-handed and raked her fingers through it.

"Thank you," he said eventually. "For explaining. I think I understand a little better now."

"Any time," Blaise replied, and she meant it. "Now. You ready to learn how to braid?"

"Yes, please."

Blaise moved to give him a good view of the back of her head. "All right. Let's start with the basics, nothing too fancy. You need three sections, like this." She separated her hair simply, starting low on her head like she'd done for him. "Then you just take turns putting the pieces on the sides into the middle. Left, then right. Left, then right. You can cross the pieces over each other or under each other, just so long as it's always the same."

"Oh, that's… could you do it slower?"

"Sure." She raked the braid out of her hair and started again, slowing the movements of her hands so he could see more clearly as she manipulated the sections. There was a lot of flipping of her hands, she realized, and little movements with her fingers she hadn't really been conscious of doing.

"Didn't have any sisters to teach you how to deal with all that hair, huh?" she asked, hardly thinking. Morgan was silent. Shit. Her stupid mouth. He hadn't ever really talked about his family, had he? Probably a touchy subject. Maybe they didn't like that he'd decided to join the Order of Rathma. Couldn't blame them, really. She kind of hated it herself. Time to steer the conversation away a little. "How come you keep it so long, anyway?"

"I don't like having it cut," he said quietly. "It feels better when it's long."

"Oh. That makes sense." It would certainly feel weird for her to have short hair. She listened to the rain beating down outside. It was making her a little sleepy. "Rain's making me kind of sleepy," she said. "Might grab a nap until it lets up." Morgan gave a soft hum, the small little noise he did to let her know he'd heard her but didn't have anything to add. Blaise sat back against the wall of the shelter and raised her arm in invitation. "Come on," she encouraged. "If you want."

He only hesitated a moment before moving in to press against her side. Blaise smiled to herself. This was perfect, finally, not having to worry about making him too uncomfortable with her casual touches. He knew he didn't have to accept it, she'd made sure that was clear. But she was glad he did anyway. He deserved more affection, more comfort. More everything. She let herself drift off in the steady patter of the rain, embracing her closest friend. Yes, this was perfect.

#my writing #story: unbidden #epilogue

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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don’t stop turn it up

Summary: hii can u do a losers club x reader where they’re teens and at a party trying to take care of drunk Richie and reader except they’re acting crazy?

warnings: they’re in their first your of college so they’re older then eighteen which is perfectly legal in my country but just for readers from the US: underage drinking

‘I’m hungry, can we go to McDonalds, please’, you whine, draping yourself over Stanley as he huffs, trying to slip from under you.

‘M-m-McDonalds is a half an hour away Y/N, we’ll go next time’, Bill placates, switching places with Stan, wrapping your arms around his neck in a facsimile of a piggy back ride.

‘No I wanna go now’, you drag out, your head lolling forward to rest on Bill’s shoulders. Your stomach grumbles in agreement, and you giggle at the sound it produces.

‘See, my tummy agrees.’

‘We’re not going anywhere except home.’ Stan’s angrily wiping his sleeve with a napkin he found at the bar, the stain a result of Richie spitting the beverage, water that Ben lied was vodka to sober Richie up, at Stan because of a dare. He’s pissed, and rightfully so, but in your highly intoxicated state, all it does is make you chortle.

The end of the first semester in college has arrived, and to celebrate the losers and you agreed to go to a party a classmate set up, far away enough from your campus that there were no regulation to abide by.

Now, you weren’t a heavy drinker by any means. As a sixteen year old your dad let you take a sip from his coffee laced with some sort of alcohol in it, and your taste buds did not like it, the heavy undertones of extreme sweetness soaked in your tongue, so sweet you feared for cavities in your teeth. However, after hearing the stories Richie and Bev animatedly spilled after a night out, you were willing to take a change and find out just what exactly it was that attracted people to drinking alcohol, and you got buzzed.

The music crackled in the air, deafening your eardrum with the most generic pop music, sweating body polluting the air with their bodily smells and inappropriate touches that by all means should make the receiver confining, and you disliked the scene right away and asked to leave within the first hour of you being there.

A drink offered to by Richie loosened you up, and his antics overleaped to you, following his path to act erratically and with no care in the world. After that, the party was a lot of fun. You were definitely a lightweight, as you only drunk two gin tonic’s before flying off the world and into the unknown, the room swirling around you faster and faster, gripping the bar to steady your wobbling legs.

Richie was no better off, but he had chugged significantly more beers and booze than you had. The two of you took on the role of comedy relief of all the losers, the dances you performed appalling and off beat, or the moment you forgot to take the cap of before guzzling down your next liquid, only to be terminated by the lid, comedy gold.

The little shits also exploited your state to extract all the secret you harbored from them, the time in fifth grade when you accidently wet yourself no longer confidential, but that was okay, because these people were your best friends and for all you cared they could understand you inside and out, and you still wouldn’t feel intimidated by it.

‘Come on’, Bill grinds, hoisting you half over his shoulders. ‘We should get g-g-oing.’

‘I don’t want to’, you complain, levitating your legs off the ground so all your weight land on Bill who, not prepared for this, loosing his footing and pitches to the ground. It’s thanks to Mike’s quick reflexes and his core muscles strength that stops your downfall, towing the both of you up.

‘Be careful Y/N.’

‘You’re not my mother’, you say, sticking out your tongue in Mike’s direction, though your blurry eyesight makes it harder to pinpoint his exact location.

The alcohol is thrumming through your veins, transforming every word and sentences into the funniest things you’ve ever heard, so overly warm as the liquor builds momentum and stuffs your head full of cotton.

‘They’re both going to be so fucking hangover after this.’ Eddie sounds heated, fretting over Richie who smiles to him as if he’s seen the gates of heaven for the very first time. How those two manage to keep the way they’re in love with each other under wraps, you’ll never know.

‘Oh shucks Eds, I guess I’ll have to let your mom down then huh? Shame, she was really looking forward to another one of our escapades.’

‘Shut up asshole, that doesn’t even make any sense.’

‘It doesn’t’? Richie asks genuinely confused, scratching the top of his head.

You cackle with laughter, untangling from Bill and mike in order to sink down onto your knees and then your back, the soft carpet softening the spot designated for you to lay on.

The party is still in full swing, a few people making out in the far end of your eye sight, while others gyrating too fast for your mind to keep up. The colorful lights spin over the ceiling, a magnificent lightshow for only to see. You’re getting tired, but the night as brought noting but wonderful things and you don’t want it to end just yet.

Richie ducks up out of nowhere, cushioning his head on your stomach and gazing at the same light you are. ‘My bodies has never released endorphins so fast before, not even after seeing Eddie,’ Richie blanks out, mind reeling with the implications of what he confessed. After a moment of truthfulness between the two of you he concludes that everyone is able to hear him, so he adds, ‘’s mom’, Richie awes, his hand outstretching to feel the light, as if that’s in any way possible. Regardless of whether or not it was meant as a joke, you begin to howl in joy, the giggles beginning to cramp up your belly.

Stan’s face appears in front of the lights, bend over at an uncomfortable angle to force eye contact. ‘Get up’, he states coolly, not even offering his hand to help you do so.

Rolling his eyes, Eddie takes Richie’s hand, wrenching Richie up and maneuvering him with his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, distributing Richie’s weight.

Ben is the one to aid you, stealing himself after seeing what happened to Bill. The sudden movement cramps your stomach up in a not so pleasant way, the blood rushing back to your face, forcing the bile back.

‘Do not’, Stan’s tone sharp is as the edge of a knife, ‘throw up on me or so help you I will kill you in the most horrendous way possible.’ Richie laughs like a drain, doubling over and clapping on his knee in pure hilarity.

‘Same goes for you’, Eddie confirms, jabbing his elbow in Richie’s stomach. The movement shoves Richie off balance, his arms fluttering in the air birdlike to regain his balance.

‘Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s Richie fucking Tozier’, you cantillate off pitch, egging him on.

‘Fear not, for Super Richie’s swooping in to save the day’, he recites in his best Christopher Reese impression, surprisingly well done. ‘What do you say Eds? You wanna be the Lois Lane to my superman?

‘I’m not some fucking damsel in distress Richard.’

‘But you’d let me kiss you?’

‘Yeah Eddie you mmph.’ Beverly’s hand bites of your phrase, the unspoken words formulating and preventing a train wreck waiting to happen. The meaning of why goes unclear to you, lost in the haze of foggy interpretations of incentives picked up by your senses.

In retaliation, you lick Bev’s palm, and she retracts her hand, but not without chuckling about it first. ‘Can I please do one more dance on the table? Please? I’ll even let Mike stop me from falling over this time, just please?’ You pout, bottom lip sticking out, begging wordlessly.

‘No, the uber is right in front and we need to leave n-n-now,’ Bill states resolutely, no room for disagreements or debates, your best interests at heart.

‘Alright fine’, you complain, though you tear up at the sight of all of your friends present around you, all in their element and perfect in their own way. Are you looking forward to going home? No. But if the others do, you’ll blissfully follow them, for they are your happiness. You shouldn’t have started thinking that, because the alcohol made you twice as emotional.

‘Are you crying right now?’

‘I’m sorry, I just love you all so much,’ you slobber a kiss over at the two people loitering around you, first Stan ,with a kiss to half of his cheek and ear, the coordination letting you down big time, and then Mike, who unlike Stan happily receives the affection.

‘We love you too’, Ben emphasizes, spooked as a girl walks past him and trips over her own to feet. ‘But I want to leave now.’

Mike throws you around in a fireman position, bracketing your legs so you don’t tumble over the other side. With a whistle, you sag down Mike’s back, giddy with it, seeing the world from a different perspective now.

‘Wow, Stan’s upside down’, you claim fully believing it, and that breaks the last of Stan’s resistance, the edges of his lip twisting up in amusement and a crow galming the room.

Personally the most amusing thing of going out, Stan think to himself, is the reaction to the mind-numbing ache a hangover conjures, as he finds out in the morning.

#richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #Richie x Eddie #sort off #it's hinted at #the loser club imagines #the losers x reader #My writing #it imagines #I swear I'm working on the other request too #one I'll upload tonight

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12 Days of Dean Winchester. - Part 7

Would you look at that, i’m posting on time for once.

December 19th

“Well I’m awake now De, and we’re home.” You smiled “Now we can have the ‘big family Christmas’ you planned for us all.”

Later that day after showering and getting dressed you made your way to the library where everyone was waiting to find out what you were doing that day. You Sat down next to Charlie.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked.

“He said he had to finish getting something ready. I'm not really sure what. He’s being really secretive about it.” Charlie replied. Before you could say anything else Dean walked into the room clearing his throat to get everyone's attention.

“If you would all like to follow me.” He said dramatically making you grin. Getting out of your seats you all followed after Dean as he led you down the hall towards an old storage room in the bunker that you never used.

“Dean why are we here?” You asked confused.

“Yeah what going on?” Sam added also confused.

“This.” is all Dean said before opening the door to show you what he had been working on. The old dusty storage room was no more. Instead the whole place had be emptied and cleaned and now the room contained a home cinema system and surround sound speakers. To sit on he had got a big couch, a recliner and a love seat, all of them had blankets on them. You also noticed that on the table in the middle of the room was a big bowl of popcorn, enough candy to keep Gabriel happy for a month, loads of cans of soda & beer bottles and a whole bunch of different Christmas movies.

“Woah cool.” Charlie said admiring the sound system.

“I got dibs on the candy.” Gabe pushed passed you all sitting on one end of the couch grabbing a lollipop.

“This is very impressive Dean.” Cas complemented sitting down on the recliner. Dean turned to you waiting to hear what you thought.

Sam just patted Dean on the shoulder saying “good job.” as he walked past him to sit on the other end of the couch.

“Wow Dean this is incredible.” You said not even attempting to hide your excitement. Dean tried and failed to hold back a grin at your words. You walked over to the love seat sitting down, expecting Charlie to join you. She just smirked at you before winking and sitting down in between Sam and Gabe on the couch. Dean put on your favourite Christmas movies and sat down next to you, putting his arm around you pulling you into his side as you pulled a blanket around you both, getting comfy and laying your head on his shoulder and turning to watch the film.

After spending most of the day watching films Dean asked “Who’s hungry?” Everyone said they were. Dean gave you a small squeeze before untangling himself from you, making you miss the warmth. He grabbed his keys “I’m gonna go grab some pizzas.” Before starting to leave them room

“wait I'm coming.” Sam said almost running after him.

The boys climb into the car Dean pulling off and heading off to the pizza place you all love.

“You need to tell her.” Sam said out of nowhere, when they were on the way back.

“What?”

“You need to tell y/n how you feel.”

“I can’t.” Dean sighed running a hand through his hair, not even bothering to deny anything.

“Why not?”

“Because I'll ruin her. Or worse I'll get her killed. Everything I touch Sam is corrupted and I can’t do that to her.” Dean sounded so broken and defeated but Sam was getting tired of the self-loathing act. You all were. If only he could see himself the way the rest of you did.

“Dean, y/n is in this life too, and she’s already close to you. If she’s already something that everyone with eyes knows can be used against you does it really matter if you tell her?”

“If it Doesn’t matter if I tell her, why are you telling me I have to?”

“Because not telling her is what’s going to get someone killed Dean.” Sam said getting a little louder.

“And how do you work that out Sam.” Dean was getting annoyed.

“Are you kidding me right now Dean? What about the other day when you we’re both so caught up in the fact you’d kissed and I was distracted by you both being idiots. We we’re in the middle of a hunt and we lost focus because of this. We we’re off our game and it could have been so much worse than getting knocked out and waking up in a basement. Hell, we all could of died because of it. If you’d just get together already having to kiss to break a spell wouldn’t of been a big deal and nobody would have been distracted. You have to tell her.”

“And if she doesn’t feel the same? Then what Sam? We're off our game because it’s awkward or she stops hunting with us? Maybe she’ll move out of the bunker and then I won’t have her in my life at all and..” Dean started to ramble

“Dean.” Sam interrupted. “How can you be so oblivious to something so obvious? You are trained to read people and you know her better than anyone else ever will. She feels the same Dean.”

“How can you be so sure?” Dean asked so quiet, Sam barely heard him.

“Dean you don’t kiss someone like that if you don’t have feelings for them. You don’t cuddle up to them every chance you get, or share a bed with them, or blush at even the slightest hint of flirting with them or Plan an entire Christmas around one conversation with them and doing everything they love despite nit caring about it all that much.” Sam raised an eyebrow the last one clearly aimed at Dean.

“Ok Sam I get it.” Dean Wasn’t completely convince you felt the same but Sam had a point. If you kept this up distracting each other like this someone was going to get hurt. And Dean couldn’t risk that even if it meant you might leave; he knew he had to tell you. The only question was how?

“So, are you going to tell her?” Sam asked as Dean parked in the garage.

“I- yeah Sam. I am.” Sam was a little shocked because he wasn’t actually expecting Dean to agree.

“When? How?”

“I don’t know yet, but soon.”

While the boys had been gone you had been getting grilled by Charlie and Gabe. Apparently Sam had let it slip about you and Dean having to Kiss.

“Oh Come on! I made Sam give me details. He could of just pecked your lips and been done but he chose to full on make out with you. And you didn’t stop him. That doesn’t scream just friends to me.” Charlie practically screamed.

“Yeah Y/n/n!” Gabe teased. “and there’s the fact you’ve been practically sat in his lap all day watching cheesy Christmas movies.”

“Hey we’ve all been watching those, and if you hadn’t noticed there aren’t enough seats to not have two people on here and last time I checked Dean was the last one to sit down after everyone else already had where was he going to sit? The floor?” You were getting defensive, your cheeks flushing red slightly.

“Y/n are you too warm? Your face is red.” Cas asked innocently, making you blush more.

“No Bro, she’s embarrassed because she liked Dean.” Gabe explained laughing.

“Shut up.” You muttered.

“Ah you didn’t deny it.” Charlie yelled excitedly.

“Didn’t deny what?” Dean asked walking into the room Sam right behind. Both of them carrying pizza’s

“Oh nothing. It's not important.” You said giving Gabe and Charlie a glare. Sam smirked putting the pizza’s down on the table catching on to exactly what had been going on.

“Ok anyway.” Dean said putting down the other pizzas. You slid off the love seat and sat on the floor missing the disappointed look on Deans face as he sat down. It quickly left though when you shuffled backwards so you were sitting against the chair, Deans legs on either side of you.

“Ok this had been killing me since you mentioned it the other day.” Gabe suddenly said before taking a bite of his pizza. You all turned to look at him.

“I wanna hear the story of when you killed Krampus.” That made you laugh. You spent the rest of the night telling stories and drinking a little more than you should. You'd gone back to cuddling up with Dean after you finished eating. As it started to get later the other started to leaving one by one to head to bed. After Sam and Charlie left you felt your eyes get heavy and couldn’t keep them open any longer. Falling asleep with your head on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean noticed you were asleep and excused himself from Cas and Gabe, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your room. He gently placed you in bed, tucking you under the covers and placing a kiss on your forehead. As he went to leave you grabbed onto his hand still half asleep and said “Stay” Dean knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t say no to you. He climbed into the bed putting his arms around you, telling himself he would only stay for five minutes. He ended up falling asleep there.

December 20th

You woke up to the sound of someone banging around in the kitchen. You were going to get up and see what was going on when you realised something was weighing you down. You saw an arm draped across your waist and followed it back to its owner turning over to get a better look. Dean was in your bed.

“what the..” You pulled up the covers and sighed in relief when you saw you both still had clothes on. Ok you hadn’t gotten that drunk that you’d slept together and couldn’t remember it. But why was Dean in your bed. Your movements woke him up. He blinked a few times adjusting to the light before smiling up at you sleepily.

“Hey.” He had that deep, just woke up voice again and you hated just how much you loved it.

“Hi.” Dean seemed to remember where he was and started to apologise.

“Shit y/n, I didn’t mean to fall asleep here I swear.” that made you laugh a bit.

“Why we’re you even in here?” not that you minded.

“I carried you to bed after you fell asleep out there and then when you asked me to stay I must of drifted off.” He explained rubbing the back of his neck.

“I..I asked you to stay?” You blushed.

“Yeah you did, but it’s no big deal right we’ve shared a bed together hundreds of times.” Dean wasn’t sure if he was reassuring you or himself.

“Yeah of course.” You both went quiet.

“I better get up we have a big day ahead of us.” Dean said changing the subject.

“Oh yeah? What are we doing today Winchester?” you raised an eyebrow at him. Dean smirked in response.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

tags: @supraveng

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seasaltmemories · 5 years

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Mors Debitionem Onem Retribuit: Chapter 2

Rating: T

Summary: In which Alm gets acquainted with the rest of the household [Start at the Beginning]

Waking the next morning proved to be a difficult venture. Alm was used to thinking of himself as an early bird after having to rise before the sun often in his Ram days. Compared to the his urban-dwelling classmates, he had easily made all the early lectures Engel offered.

Yet here in Vaduva, returned to the waking world felt like mucking through a flooded field. Each step grew more and more difficult as the mud clung to your boots. When they were young and Kliff had shared a book of fairy-tales his mother had bought him, Alm started associated the sticky clinginess of the mire with the tight grip of mermaids dragging sailors below the waves.

It’s funny, he thought by now that he had outgrown those stories. But as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, it was difficult to escape those flights of fantasy. The outline of his room was hazy and difficult to make out. It would be easy for him to assume he was still dreaming some strange and dark nightmare and slip back into slumber, but just as Alm was about to close his eyes, a flash of sunlight cut across the room.

With a start, Alm rose, pulling back the curtains. Outside the sun hung high in the sky, burning bright and fierce. Good lord, how had he slept in until the middle of the day!? He wanted to just curl in a ball and die of embarrassment right there, but shame wouldn’t save what goodwill he had managed to cultivate last night. In a rush, he tried to make himself somewhat half-decent. Ugh, he hadn’t even changed out of his clothes from yesterday before falling asleep.

He stumbled out into the hallway prepared to get on his hands and knees to apologize for his faux pas. However as he scanned the hallway he remembered he had no idea how he got to this part of the manor. That revelation made him pause long enough for him to also realize just how quiet the manor was. No wonder he had been able to sleep for so long. The few noble households he had visited were bustling things with servants of all kind. The only sign of life he had observed so far had been the Countess herself and that silent maid of hers.

Before he could dive down more rabbit holes of conjecture, his stomach growled. For now, getting food was a good next step. That would likely involve people and help ease his nerves.

With all the courage he could muster in the moment, Alm went to the work exploring the manor. To his relief though, the task proved to be less harrowing than he feared. In the light of day, Vaduva Manor proved to be less gruesome than it had appeared the night before. It might be a little run-down, but it was far from the monster he had imagined it to be. There just never seemed to be enough light for his taste. As he descended down the staircase, he noticed just about every window in the place was curtained shut with heavy drapes. The fact even a flash of direct sunlight had been able to slip inside his room now felt like a miracle after seeing how carefully the rest of the manor was arranged to stave off the sun.

As Alm stepped down to the first floor, he could suddenly hear the faint sound of someone singing. Carefully he followed the voice further into the manor. As he sneaked past locked rooms with imposing mahogany doors, he found the interior blend into the plain, efficient trappings of a servant’s corridor. Unintentionally, Alm began to relax. He was much more used to handling servants than he was aristocrats. As fascinating as the latter were, with the former he didn’t need to use extremely formal language or keep track of any list of rules around them. It would be a nice break after last night.

The singing was louder as he approached the end of the hallway. As he pushed opened the last remaining door its hinges gave a loud creak.

“Excuse me, I--shit!” Alm dodged just in time to watch a knife whiz past him and land in the door, mere inches from his head.

“Oh?” He turned to find a woman with a messy strawberry blonde bun and stained apron studying him. “You must be the new guest Miss Celica mentioned last night.”

“Why did you just try to attack me?” He was doing his best to keep his voice level but couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back to the knife.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, I was just startled,” She explained as if talking to a small child. Without a second thought she walked up to him and grabbed the knife. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t holding my sharpest one, it could have gotten damaged.” Idly she plucked it from the wall before extending her other hand. “Name’s Mae Eder.”

“Um...Alm Scafer...” Still a bit shell-shocked and unsure of what else he should do, he shook it. “I really should be going...”

“Pfft, don’t act like you weren’t peaking your head around here just a minute ago. Trust me I don’t like spilling blood in my kitchen, so I won’t be throwing any more knives.” She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lead him to a stool next to the counter. “But why don’t you really try to stay on my good side and entertain me while I prepare lunch.”

So she was the cook. That wasn’t too unexpected given her attire, but for all her matronly nagging, she didn’t look that much older than him or the Countess--although he couldn’t help but spy a wedding band on her ring finger. It was difficult to focus much on that though because he was still having trouble ignoring the blade in her hand. If he was anywhere else, he’d demand a more sincere apology, but Vaduva Manor continued to prove to me more than just any other place. For now he’d do is job and try and untangle this curious mystery of an estate.

As he thought to himself, suddenly Alm came to a starling observation.

“Wait a second--” He turned back to the cook. “--you’re speaking German!”

“Oh, Miss Celica told us last night you struggled with your languages and asked that we accommodate you.”

Alm bristled at the backhand insult, but did his best to hold his tongue. “Does the entire household know German? I’m impressed. Does Countess Vadvua have family in the Empire?”

Mrs. Eder laughed, and Alm had trouble telling exactly what she thought was so funny. “Wow you’re exactly like Genny described you--just all hopped up on questions.” She pulled out what looked to be a fish and began preparing it.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Again his eyes were drawn to the metallic edge.

“I just have questions about you too.” She studied his figure without a degree of subtlety. “You’ll answer them, won’t you?” Her smile should have been friendly, but something about it continued to unnerve him.

At this point, Alm should have probably just listened to his self-preservation skills, but social conventions and the need for civility had hijacked his brain at this point.

“I suppose you’re interested in what I’m studying!” He forced on a smile. “I’m very fascinated by aristocracy, particularly in how it functions in newly-born modern nation such as Romania, and how the nation-state in turn influences--”

“--yeah, yeah--” Mrs. Eder interrupted him with a wave of her hand. “But anyway, I’m not the one to ask if you want to go digging in Miss Celica’s past, but German wasn’t that too hard too pick up. There’s only my husband and Genny besides me working here, so she doesn’t mind teaching us stuff when she has the free time.”

Only three servants? For this manor to be so understaffed, either the Countess was a neglectful mistress or there must be some serious financial problems. Damn it, he wish he had brought his journal down with him so he could take notes.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” She moved from her work and rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Just what type of weirdo would travel across the continent for that mouthful of a reason?”

This time Alm’s laughter was genuine. “You think I’m weird? My buddy Forsyth wanted to travel all the way down to the South Pole. He tried to sell it as part of some zoological research, but the man is a law student.”

To his relief, Mrs. Eder’s giggle seemed to be just as real as his. “I swear you university boys don’t have a lick of self-preservation in you!”

“I think he came up with it purely because his best friend dared him to.”

She descended into another fit of laughter before leaning in towards him. “What’s your excuse?”

A shiver went down his spin. He couldn’t have been more caught off-guard. He did his best to keep smiling and not break eye contact, but when he tried to open his mouth to speak, he found he really only could do those two first things.

Just when he was sure he was gonna faint from it all though, his stomach growled, answering for him.

“Well I’m here because I’m hungry. Hope that clears things up!” He scrambled off the stool, pawing at the counter for some sort of snack to grab onto. However just as his fingers grazed a bowl of some soup or another, Mrs. Eder lunged toward him.

No!” She grabbed the bowl from his hands and held it as far as she could from him. “Don’t touch that!”

Looking back, Alm had to admit he had forgotten his manners in his panic, not even asking if he could have whatever reddish thing was in it. His first instinct was to apologize, but as he looked Mrs. Eder in the eye, he found himself completely bemused. Even when at her most incomprehensible, there had always been a playful glint in her eyes--like a cat playing with a mouse. But now all that had been replaced with a naked fear. And with the way she bit her lip, she was starting to resemble more an animal with its back against a wall.

“I’m sorry,” Alm murmured. “Is there anything I can have?”

“No, it’s...it’s--” She glanced between the soup and the fish. “This is the servant lunch. It would be completely improper for you to eat with us.”

“Well when do you serve Countess Vaduva her meals?”

Mrs. Eder gave him a blank stare. “Umm, come around six? That’s the fastest I can whip you up a meal.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” He did his best to leave with some semblance of dignity, but he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder one last time.

He couldn’t help but wonder she might find herself “startled” again.

Once Alm made it back to his room, he fished out a loaf of bread from his satchel. Absentmindedly he tore at it as he recovered from the encounter with Mrs. Eder. Clearly she was not just any regular cook. He was trained never to make assumptions and inference without concrete evidence, but a knife in the door didn’t get anymore solid. Royalty had historically employed servants who could also serve as bodyguards, so in theory he could see lower nobility doing the same.

With his meal done and more questions than ever before, Alm went venturing again through the strange labyrinth of hallways. After he somehow managed to find himself outside he located a young man with light brown skin and a shock of white hair managing the stables.

Mr. Boey Eder seemed just as surprised by his appearance as his wife had, but thankfully this time no sharp objects were thrown. But then he seemed like a guy used to getting scared a lot. His interview was less than ideal considering Mr. Eder had been concerned about getting his work done as soon as possible, but while brushing a midnight-black mare, he let an interesting personal story slip.

“I’ve always had weak nerves. My family is prone to graying early from fright.”

“Oh have they tended to work with the Vaduva family?” Alm could see himself following a similar path if he had grown up in a manor like this.

“No, we’ve been fishermen all across the Mediterranean mostly. I was only hired after Madam Vaduva came to power.”

“I can see why a young noblewoman would need a stable-hand.” He focused on the second mare, this one a pale white, hoping to make his questioning less obvious. “She must enjoy traveling.”

“The Madam is too...” Mr. Eder paused, as if searching for the right word. “...fragile for much extensive travel.”

Alm couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. The Countess he encountered last night had seemed many things--powerful, arresting, but certainly not fragile. The only possible hint of sickness he could imagine was her alabaster skin, yet such a complexion he had written off as common here. For the life of him, he had trouble discerning why it seemed so natural, but the nagging insistence still persisted.

“I honestly would have never guessed...” Alm stroked the white mare absentmindedly. Somewhere he had lost the thread to this conversation; he didn’t quite know how to weave it all together. “Still it must be nice to have a mistress who doesn’t demand too much of you. I know some folks who would die for a position like this.”

He thought he was being civil by pushing the conversation in that direction rather than suggesting his job was unnecessary, but suddenly he felt Mr. Eder’s previously evasive gaze heavy on his body. Alm looked up to find dark brown eyes staring at him.

“Service isn’t something you perform halfheartedly. Madam Vaduva doesn’t demand much of me today, but tomorrow I could get assigned to run to the end of the earth. If all it took to buy my loyalty was coin, I wouldn’t be here. Her wages are made from something much more valuable.”

Previously Alm had been eager to write Mr. Eder as the more harmless of the couple, but suddenly he was aware that while there were no knives in the stable, there were plenty of shovels and pitchforks. Even in the hands of a well-intentioned person he had seem them do a fair share of harm.

This time he didn’t even bother to conjure up an excuse.

Back in his room, he tried to make sense of everything. His previous theory of court intrigue and clandestine meetings had completely collapsed. If the Countess wasn’t traveling to dangerous balls and other aristocratic outings, then who would she need protection from? What would she need protection from? Had this household once been more than a deadly loyal couple and a nearly mute wisp of a girl?

He started wondering how long it would take to schedule a trip back to Berlin, but pride steeled his nerves. What would he tell Mr. Herrman, that a few unsettling servants had scared him away before he had been there twenty-four hours? He hadn’t even had a proper conversation with the Countess yet!

The Countess...remembering her calmed his panic From a purely intellectual standpoint, she was a catch. He had chosen Count Lima as his case study because from the little information Engel had on him suggested he was a fairly average. Sure the fact he was a countryside recluse wasn’t ideal, but even in the Empire, nobility had been fading into the background. He did his job, kept his head down, and had the potential to be plied through intellectual curiosity.

Countess Vaduva was an entirely different creature. Just being a young woman was enough to set her apart from other potential subjects, but it was more than her gender and age that enticed him. She carried herself with a regal sort of authority. Nobility seemed to be more than just a title she had been given, but a quality she knew like the back of her hand. The few disowned aristocrats he had come across in Berlin had been underwhelming and disappointing. She felt like the real thing--something worth crossing the continent for.

Is she truly your Platonic ideal or are you simply infatuated? What kind of researcher are you to end up with a mess like this?

Alm rubbed his eyes. He wished he could unscrew his head and discard his brain for just a few hours, be thoughtless and free. It seemed even his overly long slumber last night hadn’t fully erased his exhaustion from travel it seemed. It would be indulgent to nap again, but he needed something to occupy himself until dinner. Might as well let his body rest after all piling all that stress on it.

As he snuggled back under the covers, he thought of the letter he had been meaning to write to Grandpa. If he craned his neck, he could still spot it peeking out from his overcoat pocket. He had started it thousands of times, now that he was here would the words finally come?

Alm pulled the blanket over his head. He’d save the mysteries and conundrums for a version of himself that might actually have the mental capacity to untangle them.

Although as he drifted back to sleep, a little voice inside his head questioned if that would ever be the case.

When he awoke a few hours later, the darkness of his room frightened him. Not because he was still a child scared by shadows, but because as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes, he remembered Mrs. Eder’s promise of a meal. As he barreled out of his room, he ran across the first clock he had noticed in the entire place. Its plated face informed him that, yes he was not only late, but about an hour late. In a made rush he scrambled down the stairs, only realizing he wasn’t sure where this meal was supposed to take place.

Panic perched itself on his shoulder, as if it was an old friend by now. He had heard Forsyth describe an American game where the player was give three chances to hit a ball. Alm didn’t want to test his own luck and see if it would take more before the manor itself decided to throw him out. He couldn’t fail. Not now, he wouldn’t go back to Berlin empty-handed and lost.

With one last burst of energy, he pushed aside a pair of mahogany doors. As he caught his breath, he found something that managed to be both exactly what he expected yet completely different. A splendid dining table laid before his, cloaked in a pristine white cloth and perfectly set. Candles lit the meal, and in another world the formality of it all would have taken his breath away a second time. But when he looked closer to examine the actually dishes laid out, he found them perplexing. There were no meats, vegetables, or even simple bread-stuff. Jars of all different shapes and sizes were arranged across the table. Inside them he found different jams and preserves. He didn’t know what confused him more, that Mrs. Eder had pulled out an entire dinner’s worth, or that she hadn’t even deemed it necessary to remove them from their cases.

“Is everything to your liking sir?”

This time, Alm couldn’t stop himself but jumping at the sudden sound. He swiveled around to find the quiet maid from before, now speaking full sentences.

“Of course!” He fawned like an idiot. Internally he cringed, wondering how he was expected to survive on jellies alone, but then he noticed one important detail. The Countess was nowhere to be seen.

“Um...Miss Genny?” It seemed he had caught her in the middle of one her stealth escapes, because she was already half out the door when he spoke. In a bird-like manner she cocked her head back to look at him with those wide eyes. “I was told that I was to attend the Countess’ meals. Is this not her dinner?”

“Dinner?” She repeated, as if it was a foreign concept.

“Is she eating?” He tried in his best Romanian.

“Oh, the Countess won’t appear. She says she is feeling under the weather.” With that, Genny made her get-away, leaving him alone with the odd meal.

Not knowing what to do, he plopped down in a random chair. Idly he grabbed a reddish-colored jar. It looked to be a strawberry concoction of sorts, but as he tried to scoop out a bite, its rank scent turned his stomach.

With a sigh he pushed it away. It seemed he was better at finding questions rather than any true answers.

A.N. A bit more exposition and letting Alm get acquainted with the rest of the cast, he's already not having the best of times, but unfortunately he still hasn't seen the half of what's in store for him

#alm #fe echoes #fire emblem echoes #mae #alm fire emblem #otp: I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home #ships and deserts and swamps oh my #mdor au #my lame writing #celicalm

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squishykpoptummies · 5 years

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A Magical Halloween

a/n: i literally meant to have this up over a fucking week ago oops but like. better late than never?? (there’s so much dialogue and plot unrelated to kink i’m sorry.) so this is a harry potter au because i’m a fucking nerd and i feel like there’s so much untapped potential there for shit like this. i have a bunch of headcanons, as well as where i think everyone is sorted, so let me know if you’d like to see them? (also i don’t have anyone using honorifics bc they’re in england lol)

“It sucks that we don’t celebrate Halloween properly here.”

Ten was sprawled out on one of the squishy couches in the Hufflepuff common room, head in Taeyong’s lap as the older absentmindedly played with Ten’s hair. Though the common room was mostly empty, the few Hufflepuffs there were giving the two a wide berth, still not quite accepting of having a Slytherin in their living space, despite Ten being a consistent fixture for the past three years and proving himself to be (relatively) harmless.

“You say that every year,” Taeyong replied.

“Because it’s the same every year,” Ten whined. “Just some fucking pumpkins and a feast. Trick-or-treating is the best part of Halloween, and you’ve all just fucking done away with it!”

“Most Wizards find trick-or-treating offensive. Your family was a rare case. Also if you keep cursing we’re going to get kicked out.”

Ten hummed. “Halloween is my mum’s favourite holiday.” She’d insisted on taking Ten and his sister trick-or-treating every year until he went to Hogwarts, regardless of if her Wizard husband liked it or not.

“I didn’t know that.”

“It’s my favourite holiday, too.”

“That I knew.”

“Do you think we can institute trick-or-treating this year, Mr. Prefect?”

“Did you miss the part where I said it’s offensive?”

“No, I heard you, I just chose not to listen.”

Taeyong sighed, but smiled fondly. “As soon as we graduate, I promise we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

Ten huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked up at Taeyong, large eyes gazing back. “Wanna know the best part about trick-or-treating?” Ten asked lowly, voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Sure.”

“Stuffing myself silly with all the candy I get.”

Taeyong flushed pink.

Ten sighed as he sat up, stretching his arms over his head and making sure that his jumper rode up, just a bit, just enough to reveal a sliver of his soft tummy. “Shame we have to wait three years to be able to do that.”

“What if,” Taeyong wet his lips, “what if we start this year?”

“What are you implying?”

“Honeyduke’s had candy.”

It was frustratingly easy to sneak into Hogsmeade and back. (“Did you want to get caught?” “Yuta just always made it sound so thrilling, and it wasn’t!” “You do realise he probably makes up most of those stories.” “Fuck off.”)

Smelling of sugar and the butterbeer they stopped into the Three Broomsticks for, they made their way back to the Hufflepuff dorms, bulging bags of Honeyduke’s candy hidden under heavy winter cloaks.

Ten spred out their haul on Taeyong’s bed when they got to his room, Taeyong hanging one of his ties on the door handle before closing it.

“We gonna finish this all today?” Ten asked, separating the chocolate frogs from the peppermint toads.

“If you want,” Taeyong shrugged, sitting on the bed next to Ten and helping with the sorting.

“I want.”

Ten did, in fact, finish all the candy (save for a still mostly full box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean that Ten refused to touch after claiming to have gotten a foot-flavoured one) in little under an hour, Taeyong hand-feeding him each piece, followed by making out, sucking Ten off, palming himself through his trousers, leaving them both red and disheveled and panting.

“We should get ready for the feast soon,” Taeyong said a while later.

“You can’t be serious,” Ten groaned.

“Don’t forget that I haven’t eaten yet,” Taeyong said, untangling himself from Ten and starting to vanish the piles of wrappers strewn across the bed and surrounding floor.

“You go then. We wouldn’t be able to sit with each other, anyway. And Doyoung’s gonna make fun of me.”

“Why would he make fun of you?”

“Because it’s pretty obvious that I just ate my weight in candy.” Ten gestured to his stomach, sticking out a good few centimetres even laying down, barely contained by his jumper.

“I think it might be the biggest we’ve ever done…” Taeyong mused, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, which he tried to will away for now because they really didn’t have time for another round right now.

Ten ran an appraising hand over the curve of it. “Mmm, I’m not sure. I think it’s been bigger.”

Taeyong’s hand joined Ten’s, feeling over the soft skin stretched around the mass of food. He pressed down lightly, and Ten groaned, but it was his ‘I’m really turned on’ groan rather than his ‘I’m in pain’ one. “I think you can eat more,” Taeyong said softly.

“I think you might be right.

The Great Hall was in chaos when they arrived, everyone still scrambling to find seats next to their friends, and Taeyong immediately rushed off to the Hufflepuff table to try to contain it. Ten scanned the room until he saw his group of friends at the Slytherin table, Doyoung, sporting bright purple hair that definitely hadn’t been that colour this morning, waving him over. He self-consciously adjusted his robes, and squeezed himself between Doyoung and Jaemin, a third-year that Doyoung had recently adopted.

“The hell did you do to your hair?” Ten asked as he sat down, breath immediately knocked out of him as his trousers cut harshly into the sensitive skin of his belly.

“Jaemin just learnt Colour-Changing Charms.”

“You look like a grape.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I practise on you, too, Ten?” Jaemin asked from his other side.

“Maybe later. I’d look pretty good with aqua, don’t you think?”

Jaemin’s eyes sparkled. “Ooh, yeah, you’d look wicked cool! What if—“

Jaemin was cut off when the numerous dishes in front of them suddenly filled with food, conversation forgotten as the younger boy hurried to fill his plate before all the good stuff was gone.

Ten surveyed the array. Was he hungry? No, not in the slightest. Was he still going to eat? He looked up and met Taeyong’s eyes from across the Hall, flushed cheeks apparent even from this far away. He smirked. He was going to give his boyfriend a good show.

He dug in eagerly, food rich and settling heavy in his stomach, yet taking seconds and thirds because Hogwarts food was honestly irresistible, Taeyong’s gaze burning him all throughout. But, he needed to keep it subtle, God-forbid anyone catch on (though he had to admit that thought sent a thrill of arousal through him).

But Ten was about to explode. And pudding hadn’t even been served yet! He rested his chin in his palm and absentmindedly mashed his fork into his second helping of potatoes. He could still probably eat a bit more, but it’d be a gamble, with the potential of turning painful. Maybe if he unbuttoned his trousers…

“What’d those potatoes ever do to you?” Doyoung broke him out of his reverie.

“They reminded me of your face. That was a terrible retort, sorry, if you give me a minute I’ll think of a better one.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes.

“You need to step up your game, man,” Donghyuck, another third year and one of Doyoung’s children, interjected.

“And you need to stop eavesdropping,” Doyoung said, flicking Donghyuck’s forehead.

“Excuse you, I was having a perfectly civilised conversation with Nana over here.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re butting in.”

“Every time you call him ‘Nana’ it makes me think of my grandmother.”

“Who asked you?”

“Your mum.”

“That was terrible.”

“Your mum was terrible.”

“Would you stop with the ‘your mum’ jokes? They don’t even make sense.”

“You’re just too old to understand.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Hyuck.”

“I’d like to see you try, old man.”

“I hate you all.”

“Look, pudding, now stop fucking bickering.”

Never a dull moment at the Slytherin table. Ten shook his head fondly, and scooped a bit of pie and ice cream onto his now cleared plate.

“You’re having more?”

Ten felt his cheeks colouring. “No, I just filled up my plate to stare at it- yes I’m eating more, I’m fucking allowed.”

Doyoung tsked. “You’re gonna get fat,” Doyoung said through a mouthful of his own ice cream.

Even more heat went to Ten’s face, blood rushing down to his dick. Now was not the time to get hard, damnit. He shrugged, and took a bite.

Ten only managed the one slice of pie, but he was able to eat several scoops of the ice cream, going down easily and leaving him panting slightly. As casually as he could, he felt down orb of his stomach, tight and hot and hard, waistband of his trousers suffocating and straining against his girth. Fuck, his button was going to pop. He was going to have to undo it. Seeing that his tablemates were deep in conversation, he fumbled with the button, growing increasingly frustrated when it wasn’t coming undone.

“What are you doing?”

Ten’s head shot up to meet Jaemin’s questioning stare. “Nothing,” he said, too quickly.

“Damn, you really ate a lot,” Jaemin jabbed a curious finger into Ten’s stomach.

“Ow, quit it.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“Why’d I do what?”

“Eat so much, especially since you already seemed pretty full when you got here.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it, Jaeminnie?”

“Nope. Can I do your hair now?”

Ten sighed. “Why not.”

“Colovaria.”

It felt like his hair got shocked with static, though it still lay straight when he ran his hand through it. “How do I look?”

“Huh.” Jaemin pursed his lips.

Ten sighed again. “What did you do?”

“Well, it’s not quite the colour we were going for.”

“I figured. What is it.”

“Red.”

Ten slumped in his seat, burying his head in his arms. “Whatever,” he mumbled. “I look good in anything, anyway.” He was starting to slip into a food coma, and he wished more than anything that he was in bed getting well-deserved belly rubs from his boyfriend.

An indeterminate time later, Doyoung was patting his shoulder and saying, “Get up.”

Ten groaned, and did not get up.

“Your hair looks stupid.”

He groaned again.

“Taeyong, come collect your boyfriend!” Doyoung called out. “I think he died. See you later, then,” he said to Ten before walking off.

“I think he ate too much,” he heard Jaemin say quietly to, presumably, Taeyong.

“I’ll take care of him,” Taeyong softly replied. “Thank you, Jaeminnie.” Ten felt Taeyong slip into the seat next to him. “I like your hair,” the older boy said, brushing his hand through it.

“Third years learnt Colour-Changing Charms.”

Taeyong hummed. “It looks nice. Jaemin did a good job.”

“I asked for aqua.”

“Well, he still managed to turn it.”

“You Hufflepuffs are too nice.”

Taeyong ruffled his hair. “Let’s get you to bed, shall we?”

Ten nodded, leaning into Taeyong’s side. “I’d ask you to carry me, but you have the upper body strength of a noodle.”

“Hey!”

“I’m getting too fat to be carried, anyway.”

“Hey,” Taeyong lifted Ten’s chin, eyes meeting each other’s. “You’re beautiful.” Taeyong gave him a soft peck on the lips. “At any weight.”

“You literally say that multiple times a day.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“I believe you, I believe you, now can we please go back to your dorm? I’m so fucking full and I’m really turned on right now.”

So Taeyong helped Ten to his feet and helped him waddle his way to the Hufflepuff dorms because there was no way he was going back to Slytherin like this.

Ten collapsed onto Taeyong’s four-poster bed in his blessedly empty room, Taeyong hopping on soon after and closing the curtains around them. “I don’t know how long we’re going to have alone,” Taeyong explained.

Ten nodded, not really paying him much attention as he struggled with his trousers button once again.

“Need any help there?” Taeyong asked.

“No, no, I got it.” He tried to suck in his gut, which was simultaneously agony and erotic, but it still did not budge. Fuck this stupid button, honestly. “Do you remember the cutting charm?”

“We are not going to destroy your trousers just because you’re too stubborn to let me help!”

“They’re my trousers; I can cut them up if I want to!”

“You’re ridiculous.” Taeyong swatted Ten’s hands away and deftly undid the button. “See? Was that so hard?”

Ten breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe.”

He watched over the dome of his stomach as Taeyong traced the angry red indents the trousers had left behind. “We should try to pop the button off next time,” the older boy mused.

“I thought you said I wasn’t allowed to destroy my clothes,” Ten teased.

“D-different circumstances.” Taeyong’s blush was high on his cheeks as he continued to explore the expanse of Ten’s overfilled tummy. “You’re so hot like this. If I knew my roommates wouldn’t be back soon I’d totally ask you to fuck me.”

“And normally I’d be totally down for that, but if I were to move that much I might actually explode. Could you settle for cuddles instead?”

Taeyong gave an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose.” And then he flopped down next to Ten, pushing the younger boy over to make room. His hand found Ten’s stomach again, pulling Ten’s shirt up to his chest for better access.

Ten melted into the touch, nuzzling his head into Taeyong’s shoulder. “This was fun,” he said. “Let’s do it again next year.”

“Y’know…” Taeyong met his eyes, gaze warm and sparkling. “I think I just might have a new favourite holiday.”

#the title is so fuckin cheesy smh #nct #taeyong #ten #harry potter #au #harry potter au #writing #stuffing #belly rubs #halloween #taeten #i gotta say it was weird as fuck not using honorifics #like wHaT dO i cALL yOu? yOUr nAME??

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It’s Complicated Chapter 4: What If...

Source: @sherrykinss

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Why yes of course you can also read this on AO3

Frankie really, really did not want to untangle herself from Rafael to answer her phone, but she’d put it on the bedside table in case the NYPD or FBI needed to get in touch with her, and the screen told her it was Dean Porter. As she rolled back toward Rafael, she put the phone on speaker so that he could hear the call.

“I have some news,” Porter said without preamble.

“Shit. What did he do?”

“He set your car on fire. Well, he didn’t, he had the tweaker kid do it. But your car is destroyed.”

“Anybody hurt?”

“No, the parking garage near the courthouse has a good sprinkler system. Only damage was to your car. It’s all on video. Pretty brazen.”

“Did you catch the tweaker kid?”

“I’m sorry. Not yet. But he hasn’t come near your apartment, so there’s that.”

“I haven’t made it to the DMV yet, so the registration on my car still has my Virginia address.”

“Then there’s a chance he doesn’t know where you live yet. But it’s the twenty-first century, lots of ways he can find that out. We can’t take that for granted. Don’t tell me where you are on a cell phone, but are you in a safe place?”

“Yes.”

“Then wherever you are, you should stay there.”

Frankie looked up at Rafael, leaning over her in his bed with a concerned expression and a serious case of bed head.

“I will.”

“We’ll keep you informed.”

“Thanks, Dean. I appreciate everything you all are doing.” She hit the “end” button on the phone, tossed it aside on the bed, and threw her arm around Barba’s neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss.

“See? Gratitude’s not that difficult,” he muttered, tickling her lips with his laugh.

“Cállate.[1] He torched my car.”

“That’s why there’s insurance.”

“Thanks for the sympathy.” They were getting very good at talking and kissing – even serious kissing – at the same time.

“I’ll be sympathetic later. Right now, I’m- what did you call it? Prioritizing.”

“You’re doing a good job,” she breathed, arching her body toward him.

“Another polite comment. You’re much nicer when you’re getting laid.”

“You’re not.”

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

A lazy, sensual, and very satisfying half hour later, Rafael had to get up to go to work. He wouldn’t let Frankie join him in the shower.

“You’ve done enough damage,” he said sternly. “I’ve had no sleep, and I did about a third of the trial prep I had intended last night. You’re just lucky I’m so good at what I do. Otherwise I’d drag you in front of the judge and make you explain yourself.”

“No problem. She’s a woman. She can see how rico[2] you are. She’ll understand completely.”

He smiled as he leaned over and kissed her. “You’re shameless.”

Frankie just giggled. When he got up and went into the bathroom to shower, she stretched luxuriously and rolled over, asleep before he even got under the spray.

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

He was fully dressed as he leaned over the bed and kissed her awake. She groaned.

“Don’t answer the door. I’ll call and check on you as often as I can.”

“Kick that defense attorney’s ass,” she muttered.

“Already in process,” he grinned, giving her another quick kiss before standing up and moving toward the door.

“Barba,” Frankie called. He turned back toward her, hovering in the doorway. She was a gorgeous mess – hair comb long since fallen out, leaving her long, black tresses to spread across his pillows, sleepy eyes sparkling but half-open, lying tangled in a sea of hopelessly disordered bedding – and he felt a physical pang of desire to dive back in with her.

“Thank you. For letting me stay here,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome.”

He hesitated. They both wanted to say more, to discuss what had happened between them, but neither knew yet what they wanted to say. They settled for smiling at one another before he turned and left for court.

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

Barba had been right. Even the defense attorney had to admit that Barba had the trial won. During the first recess of the day, after Barba had annihilated the defense’s expert psychiatric witness using the questions Dr. Rojas had helped him prepare, the defendant had accepted a very satisfactory plea deal. Which meant that, only a few hours later, Rafael was able to call it a day. He had more work to do than he could possibly handle, and could have made a good dent using the extra time the plea deal had provided, but he uncharacteristically allowed his second-chair to wrap up the paperwork on the trial and called Carmen to say he wouldn’t be coming back to the office. Alone at her desk, Carmen indulged in a facial expression that clearly showed her intrigue at this news.

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

“It’s just me, Señorita Fresa,[3]” he called as he let himself into his apartment.

Since he had texted to warn her he was coming home, Frankie wasn’t frightened by Rafael’s entrance. He was taken aback, however, to see her, sitting in a reading chair with the sun streaming in the window making her look like she was aglow. Her hair was down around her shoulders, ruler-straight and gleaming, and her face was radiantly beautiful without a touch of makeup. His royal blue zip-up sweatshirt was huge on her, as were his jogging pants, which she’d had to roll up to be able to walk in them. She was about a third of the way through ‘Slaughterhouse Five’, one of Rafael’s favorites.

“What did you call me?” She tilted her head with a fake frown.

“Sorry. Doctor Fresa,” he corrected.

She shook her head, laying it back against the soft cushion of the deep, fluffy armchair she sat in. “You realize that’s an insult,” she said, grinning.

Rafael walked over to her, sitting on the ottoman where she rested her bare feet and leaning toward her, putting a hand on the chair back above her and the other around her waist and pulling her to him. He kissed her for a long time.

“I don’t know why you’d think so,” he said matter-of-factly. “Strawberries are beautiful.” He kissed her again. “They’re shapely.” This kiss lasted longer, and involved some tongue. “And they’re delicious.”

His hands were all over underneath the sweatshirt she wore, and she moved her body to make sure he had plenty of room to touch her anywhere he chose. When she could speak, she asked breathlessly, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’ve thought of nothing else all morning,” he responded, and she put down her book and followed as he led her to his bedroom.

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

For the rest of the day, neither SVU nor FBI made any progress with the Pattern 20 rapist or finding either the tweaker kid or Alan Canady. In the evening, Rafael emerged, yawning, from taking a few hours’ nap while Frankie continued reading her book. Wearing nothing but sleep pants, his hair adorably askew, he padded to his kitchen. He was delighted to find hot, fresh coffee waiting for him, without having had to make it himself.

Frankie grinned at him as he stumbled into his living room, coffee in hand, to flop down on his couch.

“How’s the book?” He asked.

“It’s yours, and it’s dog-eared. I’m assuming you’ve read it.”

“I was asking how you like it.”

“Actually, I’ve read it before, too. At the risk of the inevitable mocking I’ll receive from you, I still don’t get it, even on the third reading.”

“I’d like to mock you about that, and I would…”

“Of course you would.”

“Except I find it a little difficult, too.”

“No kidding. That’s quite an admission, coming from you.”

“Mmmmmm. I’m sleep-deprived, undercaffeinated, and hungry. Only explanation for such a moment of vulnerability.”

“Well, today is your lucky day.”

“How so?”

“I’m hungry, too, and you happen to have the makings for Tacos al Pastor. I’m curious as to why, exactly, you have a pineapple, but you do, and I’m a great cook.”

“Can I help?”

“You can hang out and talk to me. Or just sit there looking like that. That works for me, too.”

“I’m told I’m rico.”

All Frankie could do was shake her head at that on her way into the kitchen.

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“How hard is it to get a sample of someone’s DNA if you think they’ve committed a crime?” Frankie asked, seemingly at random, while slicing the pineapple half an hour later.

Rafael, sitting at his kitchen table sipping his second cup of coffee, watched her thoughtfully. “Depends on why you think they’ve committed a crime.”

“Well, that’s the thing. It’s just a theory. But it makes sense, if you know the suspect.”

“Not gonna happen. You need more than ‘it could be this person’. You need to ‘proffer a good faith factual predicate sufficient for a court to draw an inference that specifically identified materials are reasonably likely to contain information that has the potential to be both relevant and inculpatory.’"

Frankie stopped cutting and looked at Rafael. “Shit, Barba. That was hot.”

“Really? That works for you? Because I can recite the standard for a 440 motion for ineffective assistance of counsel, too.”

“Before you do that, you’re gonna need sustenance. Because I can’t be responsible for my reaction.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Uh… sex. That was innuendo.”

“Smartass. You know what I mean.”

“OK, so I’ve been trying to figure out where the tweaker kid comes in. Who is he? How does he know Alan? And what does fencing items stolen from rape victims have to do with Alan?”

“And your theory is?”

“Well, brace yourself, because it’s going to sound a little far-fetched. But not if you know Alan. So, Alan knows what I do for a living, and he knows I work with sexual assault victims. Somehow he finds out I’m in New York, and he looks at FBI recruitments online, which anyone can do. What if Alan raped those women, in hopes it would lead him to me?”

“Francisca, mi fresa, you’re right. That’s far-fetched. Very far-fetched. New York is huge. The FBI and NYPD are huge.”

“Yes, but the intersection between the two, with respect to sex crimes, isn’t.”

“And how does that connect Alan and the tweaker kid?”

“So if my theory is correct, then someone has to commit a sex crime. Alan’s on board to hurt and humiliate any number of women, but he’s not going down for a felony. So what he does is, he commits the sex crime, steals valuables from his victims, and hires the tweaker kid to get caught trying to fence them.”

“Why’s the tweaker kid going to do that?”

“Seriously? You need to hang out with more addicts, Barba. They’ll do anything for drug money. The kid gets arrested, looks to see if he can find any trace of me at SVU, gets paid either way but more if he finds me.”

“But he goes to jail.”

“For a day. He gets bail, which Alan pays, then he skips, never to be heard from again.”

“Until Alan needs him to torch your car.”

“Which he’s perfectly happy to do for more drug money. Doesn’t even have to go to jail this time.”

“I don’t know…”

“OK, I’m not asking you to accept my theory. What I’m asking is, would it be enough for a judge to let us DNA-test Alan against the rape victims?”

“Not even close. Sorry.”

Frankie scowled as she went back to cutting the pineapple. “What would you need?”

“Something tying the suspect to the crimes. A confession. A fingerprint. A piece of physical evidence. Defensive wounds consistent with the victim’s story.”

“Shit. We have none of that.”

“No, we don’t. We can at least share your theory with Porter and SVU. But I have to tell you, it sounds pretty wacky to me.”

“Not to me. And not to Porter.”

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

Amanda Rollins took Frankie to her apartment the following afternoon to get some clothes and other necessities. It felt really strange to Frankie to be wearing a bulletproof vest, and increased her sense of being in danger. Even though Amanda was there to ensure her safety, she hurried to pack as quickly as she could, and was relieved when they were back in the squad car, pulling away from Frankie’s building.

“Can we make a stop on the way to where we’re going?” Frankie asked, as casually as she could.

“Sure. Where?”

“Patsy’s cupcakes.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Because you’re about to find out that I’m staying at Barba’s apartment.”

Amanda’s eyes went wide. “OH.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“Well, um… Huh.”

“What? You’re the one who said he’s not the guy he seems like at first, and that he’s hot.”

“All of which is true. I stand by it. But listen, Frankie, I… I like you. I think we’re gonna be friends. So I’m gonna tell you something, with the full understanding that I like Barba, and he’s my friend, too. OK?”

“OK.”

“He’s kinda got a… reputation.”

“What kind of reputation?”

“He goes out with a lot of women.”

Frankie laughed. “OK, so he’s a slut. Consider me warned. What makes you think I’m not an even bigger slut?”

“Maybe you are. I just thought, being new in town, you might want to know not to get too attached. Because he doesn’t.”

“Well, thanks, Amanda. I appreciate the heads up. I’ll guard my heart, although I don’t think it’s in too much danger.”

Amanda frowned through the windshield. “Did I cross the line? I apologize if I offended you.”

“Not at all! I like you, too, and I’d like us to be friends. I think we are already. If the situation was reversed, I’d make sure you knew what you were getting into, too. Speaking of which, now that we’ve established that we’re friends and I’m a slut, tell me about your love life.”

Frankie was more bothered by what Amanda had said than she let on. Not that she had feelings for Barba. Of course she didn’t. Her concern was that, in the hormone-drunk frenzy she’d been in since meeting him, she’d completely ignored everything she knew about recreational sex. She knew never, ever to have unprotected sex. Ever. Sure, Barba had been reckless enough to take her hurried word for the fact that she didn’t have any diseases and was on the pill, but that was Barba’s problem. She hadn’t even asked him. That bothered her for a host of reasons, especially now, being told that he slept around. Well, she needed a doctor in New York anyway. She made a mental note to get one and get tested as soon as possible. And if she and Barba were going to be having more sex – and there was no doubt that she and Barba were going to be having more sex – they were definitely using condoms from now on. She frowned. Maybe it was a mistake staying with him. But she told herself that it was safer than staying at a public hotel.

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Amanda had also taken Frankie by the grocery, so that when Rafael returned to his apartment that evening, he was met with rich cooking smells that drew him into his kitchen. Frankie, in faded jeans and a ribbed turtleneck with one of his aprons covering most of her, was stirring some kind of rice dish that looked complicated.

“That smells wonderful,” Rafael smiled. “What’s in it?”

“I could tell you,” she answered, “But then I’d have to turn you over to the Federales. Mexican state secret.”

“You’re American.”

“Yes, but my mother wasn’t. A Mexican citizen can legally pass this recipe down to her children, but that’s as far as it goes. I’m terribly sorry, but it’s in Chapter 18 of the Mexican Civil Code.”

“It is not.”

“What an ego. You don’t know what is or isn’t in Chapter 18 of the Mexican Civil Code.”

“Pretty sure your mother’s recipe for arroz con pollo[4] isn’t in there.”

“I didn’t say it was. I said-“

That was as far as she got before their lips met and she didn’t say anything more for a long while. When they broke the long string of kisses to catch their breath, he was pressing her against the counter and they were moving together.

“I could definitely get used to coming home to you,” Rafael said without thinking. He could feel Frankie react to that, but she simply laughed.

“It’s not usually like this, believe me. It’s just that, I tried to work today but I’m more distracted than I thought. So I decided to cook, instead. It’s relaxing. Usually, with me you get leftover takeout.”

“That’s a food group around here.”

After a dinner of savory, spicy arroz, Rafael excused himself to take a shower while Frankie did the dishes. It wasn’t long, however, before she joined him under the steamy water, playful and audacious. Rafael found himself holding onto the shower head and the handle of the built-in soap dish to keep upright as she drove him to distraction with her mouth. He wasn’t entirely sure how she was managing to breathe down there with the water running, but he trusted her to complain if that was a problem.

Later, as she lay sprawled across his bed with him half covering her legs while he rested from reciprocating her favor, she asked him whether he’d spoken to SVU or Agent Porter about her theory that Alan might be the rapist.

“I met with them today.”

“And?”

“This is what you want to talk about right this minute?”

She snorted a short laugh. “I suppose my timing is somewhat poor. But it’s on my mind.”

Rafael crawled back up the bed and laid down next to her, putting an arm around her as she curled up against him. “It would be. Sorry. They… think it’s an interesting theory. They’re going to let me know as soon as they come up with anything they think I can use to get a warrant, but I don’t think you should hold your breath.”

Frankie sighed. “It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed these last few days being your kept woman, but I’m about ten minutes from stir crazy. I can’t just sit here and wait for Alan to come for me.”

“No one’s asking you to. They’re working on it. Anyway, I’m not complaining.”

“You’re not, are you? I hardly recognize you.”

“And here I thought we’d turned a corner, you and me. Turns out you’re still obnoxious.”

Her body moved delightfully against his as she chuckled. “Maybe. But you like me.”

“I do not. I tolerate you because it turns out you’re a hell of a cook. It’s you who likes me.”

“No, I don’t. I will admit, I am pleasantly surprised to find that you are… not entirely without your charms. And if I must hide, here with you is preferable to a Turkish prison. But I still think you’re arrogant and… have other undesirable qualities that escape my mind right now because you’re distracting me with your fingers.”

“You find this distracting, do you?”

“Very.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, hell, no.”

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

The following day, Mike Dodds got a call about a sexual assault in progress in Chelsea. The witness who reported it had asked for “Sergeant Dodds from SVU” in particular, which was very strange, but he and Olivia Benson were rolling anyway. They figured that the uniforms would get there before they could, but SVU would be among the fist on the scene, so hopefully they wouldn’t muck up the evidence too much before they got there. In one of those rare, strange New York City coincidences, SVU and the uniformed patrol officers arrived on scene at the same time.

Tearing up the stairs to the fourth floor of the cheap motel, Dodds in the lead, the SVU detectives pulled their weapons and told the uniforms to stay back. That was why Mike Dodds and Olivia Benson were the first two people through the door, and the ones who saw Dr. Francisca Rojas, covered in blood, kneeling over a man’s body with her hand on the handle of a knife plunged into his chest. She looked up as they approached the open door, horror-stricken expressions on all of their faces.

“I didn’t do this,” she said, holding up both hands, from which blood was dripping freely.

[1] Shut up

[2] Literally means “delicious”, Cuban slang for a hot guy

[3] See definition in Chapter 2

[4] Rice with chicken

#law & order svu #law & order: special victims unit #rafael barba #raul esparza #fin tutuola #olivia benson #law & order SVU Agent Dean Porter #mike dodds #sonny carisi #amanda rollins

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imsadstuff · 5 years

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What to do for dinner

Taehyung x Reader (also Jimin being a fairy and Jungkook being a little shit)

Fluff with a little angst. Slight mention of mature themes.

app. 1900 words

“What should we do for dinner?” Tae asked as you buckled. Both of your jobs are very demanding so you guys decided to always eat breakfast and dinner together. So far you guys haven’t cooked one meal.

“Definitely not pizza, we had it last night. Also no chinese we had it day before yesterday. How about we pick up some fried chicken.” He asked kissing your cheek. He never forgets a goodbye and hello kiss.

“Uh..no fried chicken. We had it this Monday. How about sushi?”

“I had sushi for lunch. We ordered from this new place and it was so fresh, you have to try it. Also on a unrelated topic we are out of cereal.” You went through a food ordering app thinking about what to eat. Everything just nauseated you.

“We’ll just pick some cereal on our way. Tae I’m feeling nausea seeing all this food. I might be sick. We should order some Bibimbap. No, even that is making my nausea come back.” You shut off the phone before you threw up on it.

“Honey are you okay. We should also pick up some medicine for your nausea.” He got a hold of your hands gave you a worried look.

“I haven’t been feeling the way lately. I threw up last night after dinner. Also today during lunch every time I looked at my food i felt like throwing up a little. I think I should-”

“Honey by any chance are you late?” He slowed down the car and came at a halt.

“Late where? I was on time for the morning meeting-”

“Your period. By any chance are you late?” This struck like a lightning. You were so busy with work that you forgot you were two weeks late.

“Oh my god you’re pregnant. Oh my god, wow. I have to call-”

“Tae you are not calling anyone till we confirm this. We need to confirm this, oh my god Tae I’m pregnant. I’m not ready for this, a child? I can hardly manage my job, how will i manage a job. And I’ll have to take some injection, promise me Tae that you will not allow a needle near me. I’m not ready-”

“Honey, calm down okay. We’re still not sure. Let’s not spiral before we are sure okay.” He kissed you a few times but you couldn’t stop yourself from spiraling. Pregnant? A baby? The both of you could hardly keep a plant alive, how are you going to do a baby.

“I’m going to drive us to a pharmacy and we’ll grab some tests okay. Don’t worry, I love you.” He pulled his shaky hands on the steering and drove as fast as he could.

“Oh my god Peaches you guys are pregnant. I’m so happy.” Jimin pulled you into a hug as soon as you reached your apartment.

“I so can not imagine you guys as parents. I-” you broke the hug and hit Jungkook as hard as you could.

“Jungkook don’t set her off. She is hungry and pregnant she will kill you.” Tae spoke from behind you.

“When, how, why are you guys here.?” you walked inside the house and stumbled a little removing your heels.

“Hey take it easy okay.” Tae held you by the waist taking your handbag from your hands.

“We are here because you boyfriend summoned us. I wonder what this child-”

“Jeon shut up. Are you trying to get yourself killed. Peaches. Why do you go and pee on the stick and we wait out.” Jimin pushed you into the bathroom.

“Pee on the stick, that is the groc-” You walked back to Jungkook while Jimin and Taehyung pushed you inside the washroom.

“JK I come out and you’re dead meat.” You shouted before slamming the door.

The ride home from the pharmacy was a quiet ride. You were basically fidgeting and Taehyung drove as fast as he could. You removed the box and read this instructions. They were pretty easy other than the fact that you had to wait for complete two minutes for the results.

You tried the first one and placed it upside down. What if it’s positive. Tae and you just moved in together, you guys are not ready for a child.

“Honey did you try?” a quiet Tae spoke from the other side and you opened the door.

“Yeah, we have to give it two minutes.” he pulled you into a hug and you could feel his heart beats. He is so not ready for this, what if he leaves you. You stayed like that for a little while, what if the test result was positive. Why is Jungkook recording this with his phone.

“Hey it’s almost time you should check it.” Tae whispered and you untangled himself from him.

“Honey no matter what the result is I still love you okay.”

You have never been this nervous. You could feel the nausea coming back.

“Positive. The result is positive.” you almost couldn’t believe this.

“These things usually take more that two tries for a definite answer. Why don’t you try a second one.” Jimin massages your shoulders and you saw colour leave Tae’s face.

The second one was negative and you could breathe a little. You were still not sure so you searched for the third kit. While waiting for the results you contemplated about calling your mom. What if you were actually pregnant, your christian mother would not be happy.

“Peaches are you done Tae is having a little panic attack out here.” You got up to open the door and everyone piles up in the washroom again.

You sat down, thinking about how your life is going to change. You wanted to cry, your tears were almost there.

“Honey, whatever the result is I still love you and we’re together in this.” Tae sat down beside you holding your hand. You could feel how cold his hands were.

“Can someone check the test. Jungkook check it.” Jimin walked in with a glass of water and handed it to you.

“There is no way in hell I’m-” Jungkook shut up when you looked up at him and picked up the stick. God, please let it be negative.

“This does not say anything. It has a strip here, what does it mean. What does-”

“How many strips?”

“Only one.” JK passed the test to you. Only one strip. Negative. Not pregnant. You could feel the tears streaming down, you were relieved but a little sad. Tae took the test from your hands and pulled you in his lap.

“Hey, Hey, no crying. You’re not pregnant. We’re not pregnant. This is good news.” He wiped your tears and kissed you forehead a few times.

“We’ll give you guys a moment.” Jimin pulled JK out with him and closed the door behind him.

You just hugged him and sat like that for a while. All the scenarios you imagines in the past few minutes. You were almost a little upset about not being pregnant.

“I’m relieved but i’m also a little sad” Tae finally spoke and you pulled apart.

“Me too. I know it’s a little early for us to have kids but I like the idea of a family with you. It does not scare me as much as I thought.” kissed him and you could almost feel him smile in the kiss.

“I love you.-”

“Guys, what is your plan for dinner?” Jungkook opened the door wide open before Tae could finish.

“Jungkook you are trying to get yourself killed aren’t” you got up and Jimin pipped in.

“How do you guys live. You have no kinds of grocery in the house, not even cereal?”

“We just ran out of cereal today and we don’t cook much at home so no groceries.” You made a mental note to schedule an appointment with your gynac and pick some cereal tomorrow.

“You guys always eat out or order take out. How are you not sick of it.” what Jungkook said did make you realise something. Maybe the food was making you sick.

“You guys have more take out menus than spoons in your kitchen. You guys should start to learn how to cook.” Jimin plopped down on the sofa as you snuggled close to Tae.

“How come we never cook? “ Tae asked and you were joining dots about how all the food was making you sick.

“Because the last time you tried to wake her up with a breakfast there was a fire in your kitchen.” Jungkook was enjoying wasn’t he.

“You should have kissed you girlfriend goodbye when you came here, that mouth of yours is going to get you killed” You walked to the kitchen and Jungkook flinched when you walked by him.

“It wasn’t the sex that made you sick, maybe it was the take out food,” Jungkook spoke as you searched for ramen cups.

“Jungkook you are in thin ice. Tae we have no food in this house, we really need to do that adult thing called cooking.”

“Yeah I’m thinking that too. Maybe we can take classes.” Tae suggested and you agreed.

“That will be the best thing to do before we set our house on fire.”

“I have an even better idea, how about we take a few days off, get a villa in Maldives or Bali and hire a instructor there? That way we can make a vacation out of it.” Tae spoke and you wondered how his mind works.

“Kim Taehyung looks at looks at something and thinks, ‘Okay i want this, but how can i make it more expensive’ “ Jungkook wasn’t wrong.

“I totally love the idea but my boss will fire me if I take one more vacation.” let’s just say you guys vacation a lot.

“Jungkook there is nothing wrong with me planning a vacation with my girlfriend. We don’t get a lot off time from our jobs and vacations are the only time we get to spend-”

“One more vacation and she’ll get knocked up for real.” You threw a pillow at Jungkook. He was really pressing the wrong nerves today.

“And your girlfriend is not going to get knocked up because we are going to kill you.” Tae threw another pillow at him. Why do you have full size pillows on your couch?

“Maybe he’s so snappy because he hasn’t gotten any action lately?” you threw another pillow and Jungkook dodged this time.

“For your information we were in the middle-” Thank god Jungkook was cut off by the door bell.

“Who is it now?” Tae threw another pillow and he hit Jungkook hard this time. You highfives your boyfriend and Jimin got the door.

“I ordered some groceries while you guys were being stupid. Now I’m going to make something something quick while you two love birds go and get washed up. Jungkook i need help in the kitchen.” Jimin ordered and everyone got to work.

“And help me a little and hire yourself a cook, I’ll send you guys a few options and hire one. Wait, I’ll just hire one for you guys.” Jimin spoke pulling Jungkook with him.

“Jimin you are a fairy sent for us. You are the best.” Tae hugged you from behind looking at his Jimin trying to utilise Jungkook.

“Anything for you and peaches. Also please no funny business and get washed up. Quick.”

“Jimin one quick question, why do you call her Peaches.” Jungkook asked a question he wasn’t ready for.

“Because her butt looks like a peach.” Jimin nonchalantly stated and you had to restrain Tae from running and hitting their fairy angel. You don’t need kids yet, you have Jungkook and Jimin for now.

#bts #bts fluff #writing #bts drabble #excerpt from a book i'll never write #bts x reader #writeblr #bts jimin #jungkook #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #taehyung fluff #taehyung one shot #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #taehyung x reader

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ac-ars · 6 years

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drunk talking

ayy she is there she is done, its ta au which is always sin, more sin than normally, plus the prompt is sin so here you have it i hope you have fun

day 5 - “I called one of the telephone numbers written in the toilet stall and now I want to fuck your voice”

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drunk talking

Luna Valente lucked out today despite the fact she very, very overslept. It’s the worst day possible to be late, since today is supposed to be some test on chemistry and she was studying probably too long, because this very chapter has been such a bitch. Longer than others and mentioning more difficult shit and in general Luna just never liked this part of chemistry. They will never be friends and she guesses that it’s okay. Anyway, she was running around her apartment like a tornado, starting one thing and then another, without finishing the first one. She ended up washing her teeth and brushing her hair while wearing her underwear, one sock and a skirt. And when she was buttoning up her flowy, short sleeve shirt, she was also eating her cereal. That’s called multitasking and no one but Luna Valente in hurry can master it to this level.

She managed to catch subway, the one before the last possible she could take to be on time, she finished her tea on the go, and then ran a little towards the building in the campus, so now she is heading to the toilet, to gather herself together and look less like messy mess.

Those dark circles under her eyes really need to disappear under the concealer and her face would love to use a little blush, and those brown hairs that are sticking in every side probably will be happy to be hang out with a brush.

In the middle of miracle makeover Luna gets a text from Pedro, asking her where she is. She hums and rolls her eyes at this impatient asshole and answers that she will be there soon soon. Her thoughts kinda run away in some weird directions to what else should she do, maybe buy a bottle of water, but now or later? Does she have time for that? Will she go for lunch with Pedro later or will he be drama queen about how she cheated from his test? This eats definitely too much time of Luna’s while she is trying to untangle this messy ball of her hair under right ear, she looks around the ugly mirror until she spots some writing with permanent marker right below the corner of said mirror.

This part of the campus, more like this very specific building is waiting for some renovations out and inside, this means the toilets aren’t in the best state here. Not that they are stinky and disgusting, but there are weird writings around, some doodles and curses, many, many phone numbers. Luna isn’t a fan of ruining something, writing over something, because there are usually people who will have to work and clean it later or fix, and she is just a good person, trying to get them as little of unneeded trouble, as possible.

But! She leans her head to the left, to make sure all her hair where the tangle ball used to be, are fine and there is nothing to brush else. Her eyes follow all the writings on the tiles on the wall, wondering why are people like this, covering almost every small tile with some drawing. There is, though, this one number, written with bold, bold font, the digits seem to be a creation of someone writing the same number over and over again in the very same place, just making it more visible and bolder. She hums, because what could be so important, or who, to be left like this for future in ladies’ toilet. Luna, completely not sure what she is going to do with it, just saves it on her contacts and runs towards the class, because boy, chemistry is watching for her.

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“What do we have tomorrow?” she asks lazily while playing with her empty glass after wine. Pedro looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “I don’t know. No test, that’s for sure, but I think we have physics.”

“Oh my, I don’t wanna,” Luna mumbles, cursing under her breath and he kicks her ankle softly. “Don’t pretend you don’t wanna go. You are dying to see that guy every damn week, Luna Valente.” He looks super smug right now and she opens her mouth wide, very offended.

“I very don’t are if it’s Matteo or not, the break is this weekend and everyone cancelled classes tomorrow except this asshole. I really don’t wanna see him.”

Her Spanish friend looks at her very skeptical and totally not believing her. “I can’t even imagine you looking or thinking about him anything but hungry, and it’s totally okay. We all have issues when it comes to hot people. For example I still can’t not stare at my English prof from the old times when I tried to study English.”

Luna rolls her eyes and crosses her legs. “I’m totally not staring at him any hungry.” The wine in her head isn’t really helping now when it gives her images of said Matteo Balsano, who looked incredibly attractive when she last time saw him. So attractive, that she actually missed what he was talking about at the end of the class, and missed why the whole group is so mad at him. Then Pedro told her, and now Luna and her brain have quiet days without imagining her ta before she goes to sleep.

“Yes, of course,” he says getting up and putting his empty glass on the coffee table and kissing top of the brunette’s head. “I’m gonna be going home since tomorrow we are seeing each other on physics. Please don’t waste yourself so I gotta come here and put you together.”

She pouts at this but sends him a kiss and he leaves, and she empties her own glass quickly, not sure what to do now. It’s gonna be probably boring, so she takes her phone and looks through all insta stories to check what’s going on around the world.

Ambar is hanging out with some weird goths again, but she seems happy or at least not annoyed so it’s a good thing already. Simon and his Roller bros are playing some concert in this small famous club on the other end of Buenos Aires and it’s like third Thursday in a row, so they told her she didn’t need to attend. Gastón is posting on his story some aesthetic pictures of student life in Oxford, selfies with some girl and generally pretty shit, while Nina is travelling around museums today, writing and writing. Not once has she said that art inspires her to make more art.

There is nothing much happening when it comes to people from uni, so Luna just opens her recently used apps, because why not really? She finds that she used contacts today, which is unusual; they don’t really call or text each other since she mostly uses whatsapp or messenger, or anything that requires only internet.

In her contacts she finds some new one, added today, and in a moment she remembers it’s the number from her uni toilet, which sounds all kinds of ridiculous, but also very appealing to her drunk, wasted and tired brain.

She clicks on it, her phone asks her if she wants to call or text, and first thing she does is pouring some more whine to her glass. It’s gonna be very interesting here and Luna giggles at herself, as she presses the call square on her screen. When she hears like fifth signal, she remembers what the fuck time it is, and calling anyone at this hour is super, super rude, but in the same moment she takes her phone away from her face to hang up, someone picks up.

“Hello?” some male, deep and raspy voice asks, and Luna’s first thought is oh fuck and second is oh fuck I woke this guy up. Before she manages to say anything, he adds impatient. “Is anyone there? If it’s nothing important, I’m ending this call, because I would really love to sleep-”

“Hi,” Luna jumps and he shuts up for a few super short seconds. “Um, I’m sorry, it’s a mistake.”

“A mistake?” he asks, “I don’t think calling anyone at this ungodly hour can be described as a mistake, little lady.”

She takes a deep breath and a sip of wine from her glass. “I, um, shouldn’t have called, but I am drunk and I was bored, and it just kinda happened. I’m sorry.”

The guy on the other side of the phone sighs heavily, even this sound is somehow hot, and at this point Luna can’t really care if he can be some disgusting creep, she will just block this number tomorrow plus she won’t really tell him any details. Bless her drunk brain always keeping her safe no matter what.

“Okay, tell me, should I have your number saved? Where did you even get mine?” he asks, his voice changes and maybe he is more awake now, which is bad and bad at the same time.

“No, no, I’m, it’s gonna be dumb as hell, but I found your number written on wall in the toilet in my faculty.”

The guy laughs quietly and sighs again. “Dear stars, why have I done this to myself? So you are a student?”

“Yeah, but that’s all I’m telling you. I don’t know who you are and I won’t tell you anything.”

Luna hears him humming longly. “You don’t know who I am then?”

“I just told you that!” She rolls her eyes and he laughs again, and she is kinda annoyed at this point. The guy seems amused, but then he clears his throat. He speaks, and his voice sounds kinda different. She is focusing on his voice too much. “I have few questions for you, actually, but they aren’t about any private shit, you don’t have to worry I will try to stalk you anywhere.” He stops for a moment and continues, Luna completely focused drinks her wine slowly, just to find her glass is empty and it’s a moment to fill it again, because she is oh so curious. “I’m just lowkey lost, it’s been years since I got this kinda call.”

“I get it, you know you can just hang up, though?” she asks, playing with a strand of her hair and makes herself more comfy on the couch. It’s dark, and quiet, and Luna wants him to talk to her endlessly.

“Nah, it’s okay, I wasn’t really sleeping anyway, so tell me, little lady I don’t know name of, why are you awake at this hour?”

Luna shrugs to herself, remembering just after a moment that he can’t see her. “I guess I’m not sleepy yet. Plus I still have wine to drink.”

She can’t see him either, but she is sure that he is smiling right now. And it feels weirdly good. “Perfect, I’m going to help you with falling asleep today, because I think it’s unfair to leave you alone, not being able to sleep, even if, as you said, you called by mistake.”

This is getting weirder, and weirder, and Luna Valente doesn’t mind at all. “How would you help me from there, wherever you are?”

“Oh don’t worry about that. Will you do what I tell you, though?”

She bites on her lower lip, thinking, and wine answers for her. “Sure.”

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Damn, damn, damn. Damn everything, because here she is, late again, and it’s probably Pedro ringing her door bell. It’s a disaster, she went to sleep definitely too late for it to be any accepted and her friend is gonna kick her ass in a minute. Wanting or not, Luna needs to open him, he looks at her super angry, but as soon as he sees her, he laughs so loudly.

She pouts, but honestly she can’t be stressed at all after last night’s letting all tension out. She isn’t even feeling any disgust with herself as she is planning to block the number to this guy, in case he calls her or something. Pedro seems to be very smug, but she ignores that.

“How late are we?” The brunette asks, running around as he just goes to the kitchen and makes himself a coffee.

“We are on perfect time to manage. I decided to scare you a little so you hurry up your little butt faster around.”

As soon as she sees that, she growls and huffs and goes to her bedroom to get dressed, and bless this bastard for driving her today, because she isn’t in a mood for subway today. She will be paranoid and think that every hot guy is the guy. His voice and his ideas were hot as fuck, so it’s obvious her brain will just go towards the attractive men.

“What is wrong with you, little one? You seem absent today. Tell me, what time did you go to sleep?”

She just rolls her eyes and pushes him out of her apartment, despite the fact that he is still holding one of her cat mugs.

Pedro is driving very weirdly, or at least Luna thinks that. He is a mess, but she feels with him always safe, right now safe enough to focus on her thoughts as she is wondering what the fuck is wrong with her that she called this guy last night. What the fuck is wrong with her at all? She has no idea, but this was so weird and so hot, and the wine didn’t help her to chill. Her eyes are set on the road in front of them, and before she can wake up, they are on uni’s parking lot and Pedro is poking her on the cheek to leave the car.

“Okay, I know,” he says and Luna throws him a weird look. “You know what?”

“Drugs. I’m sure it’s this, because you haven’t trashed me one single time during the way here, and usually you keep telling me how to drive, even if you don’t own a car.”

She rolls her eyes. “I have just other stuff on my head. I will tell you later, but now I gotta go to bathroom, because you idiot didn’t let me brush my hair.”

“You look pretty, maybe Balsano will think your bed head is hot.” Pedro hums, but she just shakes her head and walks quickly to the closest bathroom, since she hates being late.

Her eyes are focused on the phone as she is checking the hour, until she bumps into someone violently; the other person steadies her with their hands on her shoulders. The brunette looks up and blinks surprised, seeing no one else, but her physics ta, leaving toilet for women, which is weird, but his eyes sparkling with amusement, and this smirk don’t really let her think longer about how unusual this is.

“Watch out, Luna, please. We don’t want you to end up on the floor, do we?” he asks with small smirk and she needs to calm her hormones, and this is going to be a problem, since all tension that left her last night is all back, twice as strong, because so close to Matteo she has never been.

The brunette manages to speak, though. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry about that. I hope nothing happened to you.”

He sends her a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that.”

With this, he caresses her shoulders last time, and leaves, probably to his small office and then to class, which means she doesn’t have much time. She still needs to brush her hair, even if he already seen her. Pedro is gonna pay for saying it and messing with her (bad) luck.

She enters the bathroom and without anything just searches for her brush in the back. Her eyes automatically swim towards the bolded number on the wall.

It’s not there anymore.

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Sitting on her seat in physics class, next to her best friend who knows fucking nothing, is the most difficult thing. She has no idea what people around her are speaking, but now her mind is busy with the fact, how something written who knows when, could go off so easily, when just the very day before it was there visible and healthy.

She has really no idea, this is so, so confusing and she can’t tell Pedro, because this asshole is going to make fun of her and say that she seriously needs to drink less and get laid properly, not by herself on the phone, but he is ridiculous jerk with issues, so maybe it won’t be that bad.

For now, Matteo is talking something to them, she doesn’t understand, her mind keeps repeating how he said oh, don’t worry about that and with each and every time she is less calm. He eventually lies his eyes on her, there is something in his look that messes with her every thought.

He winks.

She gasps.

#soy luna #lutteo #lutteoficweek #my writing

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reject-princess97 · 6 years

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Daniel Howell

I let out a quiet grown as I opened my felt the familiar sensation of the need to pee, again. I opened my eyes and carefully untangled myself from my boyfriends arms and slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up the sleeping boy, knowing full well if I woke him up he would do one of two things. 1st he would be grumpy and moody that he was woken too early from his slumber. 2nd he would get very protective and anxious over me and start asking questions.

I love Dan, like crazy, but when he gets over protective of me and questions the safety of everything I do, it can get kind of annoying, and Phil sees it too but there is nothing him or I can do to stop Dan when he is in his protective Dad mood.

After reliving my bladder, I glanced at my self in the full mirror on the door and smiled as I rubbed small circles on my six month pregnant belly. After a couple of minutes I walked out of the bathroom and took a look at the alarm clock by Dan's side of the bed and sighed when I saw it was 6am and I suddenly felt wide awake.

I grabbed one of Dan's hoodies and pulled it over my head, laughing quietly as it only just fit tight over my tummy. Tip towed over to my side of the bed an picked up my phone before walking out of the bedroom and straight into the kitchen where I grabbed a bowl of Dan's cereal. I watched the cereal pour into the bowl and smirked as the flow of cereal stopped before the bowl was full meaning I was about to eat the last of his beloved breakfast food.

Knowing he would get upset and freak out that there was non left, I thought on weather of not I should eat it, after all, he did hate it when there was non left for him to eat. I decided against it as I poured the milk in the bowl and grabbed a spoon.

“If he asks I just blame the baby.” I said out loud as I took a spoon full of cereal and turned around only to almost drop my food when I spotted Phil, Dan's Best friend, stood by the door.

“What you doing?” He asked eyeing up the bowl of frosted flakes.

“well, erm...” I stuttered. “The, erm, baby was hungry.” I shrugged and walked of out into the living room as I heard Phil laugh.

“You know I'll get the blame for this?” He asked as I sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

“Yes, but then I will tell him, I finished it due to pregnancy cravings and I will buy him some more later in the day. Then he will no longer be upset and everyone is happy.” I laughed flicking through the channels. I sighed at the lack of any good TV being as it was 6am and I turned on the fire stick and Netflix.

“So what you doing up so early?” Phil asked as he took the remote from my hands and clicked on Once Up On A Time, knowing full well that after an hour of 'trying to find something to watch' I would just end up 'giving up' and re watching OUAT again.

“I had to pee.” I shrugged as I settled into the couch with my food and Phil as we sat quietly watching TV.

A few hours later, after turning OUAT off after only on episode and turning Hawaii Five-0 on, at around 11am, we heard banging about and a sigh of annoyance come from the kitchen. I looked over at Phil who shook his head and turned back to the TV.

“3...2...1...” Phil said before pointing to the door just as we heard Dan shout.

“PHILIP LESTER YOU CEREAL THEAF!!” We listened as Dan's footsteps came closer and closer.

“What have I told you about...” Dan started as he came into the room but stopped when he clocked the empty bowl by me feet.

“You were saying?” Phil asked raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms, looking up at my very tall boyfriend who stood in front of the TV.

“Y/N, how could you, you know how much I hate people eating my cereal.” he fake cried.

“I'm sorry Danno, I was craving frosted Flakes and Yours were the only ones left.” I pouted, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, knowing full well he would forgive me quickly.

“Oh, Okay.” He shrugged and walked of out of the room, probably going to grab something else to eat.

“WOW, he got over that quickly.” Phil laughed. I nodded and flashed him a big cheesy grin.

“Do you really expect anything less when I comes the this little one?” I laughed as I placed my hand on my tummy.

“Hey, I love my child and he or she will get what ever they want.” I heard Dan shout making us both laugh, it was then I felt a hard push against my hand.

“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled in surprise.

“”What? Y/N what is it?” Phil asked panicked looking at me. We heard a crash come from the kitchen and heavy foot steps run quickly towards us.

“Y/N what is it, is it the baby, what's wrong?” Dan asked as he flew into the room and knelt on the ground next to where I'm sat. I felt another push and I smiled starring up at Dan.

“What? Nothing's wrong Dan, here watch.” I explained as I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach, right where the movement came from. We sat there for a couple of minutes and nothing happened.

“Nothings happening.” Dan said but quickly looked up at me wide eyed and I felt the nudge against his hand.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, only to feel another nudge.

“It's the baby, He's kicking.” I told him, “He can hear his Daddy's voice.”

“Everyone can hear his freaking voice!” Phil mumbled.

“Aww he likes his uncle Phil's voice too.” I cued as I felt another kick.

“Wait what? He does?” Phil asked surprised, looking over at me.

“Yeah, here.” I placed his hand on my tummy and told him to speak.

“What the hell am a supposed to...?” He asked but stopped mid sentence as we felt the kick.

Phil jumped and let out a girlish shriek pulling his hand away making Dan and I Laugh.

“NO, NOPE, NO WAY THATS NOT HAPPENING.” Phil yelled freaking out and jumping on the couch. “That is not natural.” He told us before he walked out of the room, leaving me and Dan in stitches at how ridiculous he was being.

“It is going to be one hell of an adventure when the baby finally arrives, especially with Phil being as creeped out just by a kick.” Dan laughed as he moved from the floor to sit beside me, sitting with me watching TV.

“Oh no!” He suddenly called out, I turned to look at him slightly confused.

“We haven't told the viewers yet.” He reminded me.

We were suppose to have done that the past weekend but things kept coming up and well it kind of slipped out minds.

“Well, how do you want to do it?” I asked turning my body to face him.

“Well, we could do a video? Or a Social media post.

“Well, I like the idea of the post. Just, I don't know, take a picture of scan or something.” I shrugged but Dan only shook his head.

“What no I want to do this properly. Make a proper pregnancy announcement.” He told me.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” I asked. He smiled and stood up and ran out of the room, he came in a couple minutes later holding a box,

“Well, I found this online and I was going to save it for the day he or she was born but I wanna show you now.” He smiled as he placed the box in my lap. I looked up at him and smiled before opening the box and laughing.

In side was a small black Baby vest that read 'I'm Proof that my Daddy doesn't play games all the time' with a little gaming controller underneath.

“This is amazing, where the hell did you find this?” I asked him holding it up.

“Well, I may or may not have been buying funny little baby clothes for them. There was this one. One that says 'I'm proof geeks get lead', A few geeky ones but I think this one of my favourite, along with on that said 'Me and My Daddy love my Mummy'”

“I see. And when did you buy these?” I asked him as I stood up and walked over the the fire place.

“The day you told me about the baby.” he smiled timidly.

“What?” I asked turning around.

“When you told me you were pregnant, I freaked out and after you left to go to sleep I went for a walk. While on my walk I found a little baby store I walked in and this was the first thing I saw, I could help but smile as I pictured our baby wearing this. I bought it instantly and that was that, I just kept buying.”

I smiled at him, before I grabbed a photo frame with a scan pic in it and walked over to Dan and Kissed him.

“Why didn't you tell me you freaked out?” I asked him as I pulled away.

“I guess I didn't want you to know I was scared, I didn't want you to stress yourself out.” He shrugged as he took the frame from my hands. “Now let's get this announcement out there.” He smiled as he took my hand from my lead me to our bedroom.

We lead the baby grow out on the Bed and placed the phone just underneath and we snapped a picture.

“Here, turn around and let me get a pic of your tummy.” Dan smiled as he pointed the phone at me. I smiled and shook my head.

“Let me take the hoodie of first so you can see the bump.” I laughed as I striped the hoodie and turned to Dan who laughed at my choice in T-shirt.

I had on a shirt Phil had given me, for my first birthday as Dan girlfriend. That simply read 'Dan Howell is my boyfriend' and it fit snugly against my baby bump. I also had on a pair of PJ bottoms and fluffy socks.

“OK, let's get the photo and we can post it.” I smiled at him. I placed my hand over my stomach. I watched as Dan held up the phone but just as quickly as he put it down.

“Something's missing.” he sighed as he walked over to he wardrobe and picked something up.

“What could possibly be missing Dan?” I asked, watching him curiously.

“This.” He said simply as he held out a little black box that he opened to show a beautiful silver ring with a fairly large stone placed snugly inside.

I starred at him in shock as he picked up my hand and held it tight.

“I love you Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our child, I want to be a real family, with you, the mother of my child and my wife.” Dan told me looking into my eyes, “Y/N, will you marry me.”

“I..I..Yes.” I stammered, tears filling up my eyes. Dan smiled and placed the ring on my finger before bringing me into a long passionate kiss that was cut quickly by the feeling of the baby kicking, making me and Dan laugh again.

“OK, sorry little one.” I smiled looking down at my tummy, catching a glimpse of the ring on my hand as I ran my hand over the bump.

I heard the sound of a phone camera and a flash before I looked up to see Dan smiling down at his phone.

“Perfect.” He said simply before he pulled me close and showed me the phone. I smiled as I looked at the photo of me smiling down at my tummy, the ring on my hand glistening in the light from the flash.

“I love it.” I smiled up at him and I watched as he opened up the Instagram app and posted the two images with the simple caption 'Coming Soon, spring 2018'

Instantly both our phones lit up with comments of congratulations and questions.

Username 1: OMG CONGRATS DAN, DADDY DAN IS GONNA BE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!

Username 2: Dan Howell...a dad....what a fun and wonderful disaster that will be. Congrats both of you.

Username 3: OMG Daddy Dan and Uncle Phil Congrats guys but one thing...Is that an engagement ring I spy?

The rest of our day was spent pretty much how it always was, Dan, Phil and I all watching Netflix and arguing over what to watch next.

Masterlist

#Dan Howell #Danisnotonfire #imagine

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chimtaera · 7 years

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imagine CEO kim seokjin.

you have the most handsome boss in all of creation, good luck.

first things first, kim seokjin is heir to one of the great business empires on his side of the planet.

for the moment though he’s just managing a few of the smaller branches as well as all the charities and his passion project, a moderately successful chain of restaurants.

you find work in one of these aforementioned branches, filling in as his secretary when his PA needs time off to care for their sick mother.

and he’s so stressed and busy he doesn’t even notice until around lunchtime when he bursts out of his office in a frenzy.

“assistant choi! you’re not assistant choi. where’s assistant choi?”

you remind him and he’s like “oops, i thought that was next week.”

because he can manage twelve charities and two businesses at once, he can clothe and feed himself because he’s a big boy, but he can’t organise anything. that’s what he needs you for.

also he can’t tie a tie properly.

he probably went to harvard business school, but he can’t tie a tie for shit. it’s always askew or crumpled or something, so you look knots up online because you’re just itching to fix it for him.

but you don’t actually approach him with the offer for a while, that would be inappropriate. instead you wait for him to tie it himself and ultimately fail, before you offer your help.

he accepts gratefully, and watches you concentrate in the agitating piece of cloth as if an angel just descended to save him from drowning.

later he admits that was when he knew he would fall in love with you.

and after that, whenever he has an important meeting to attend, you gotta fix his tie for him. it’s like ur lil ritual, and it helps him calm down and prepare.

sometimes he neglects to eat though.

like when he’s trying to stay on top of events and important paperwork and running back and forth between meetings and you start to wonder if you should be organising meals for him as well.

he works so hard you end up feeling like you can’t just leave him alone in his office even if the work day is technically over, so you sit around answering emails as you wait for him to dismiss you.

eventually you just Go For It and order a bunch of food in, not knowing what he likes, because you’re hungry too dangit.

so at like 7pm you knock softly and ask him is it okay if you bring him something to eat.

kim seokjin could cry at that moment, but also he’s like “wait, you’re still here? why are you still here?”

you recite him his dinner options and by the end he’s almost visibly drooling.

“that sound amazing, do i have to choose?”

“well, one of them was for me.”

“which one?”

“whichever you didn’t want.”

“can’t we just share all of it?”

and so you and your new boss end up sitting across from one another on his plush expensive carpet, and have a virtual take-out feast.

and you’re both exhausted so you know he’s killing it with the dad jokes and his windshield wiping laughter just makes everything ten times funnier. lbr you probably peed yourself a little.

it’s late when you finally leave, so he drives you home.

the drive is nice and quiet and before you know it you’ve fallen asleep.

also you don’t know this but he was parked outside your house for like ten minutes before he mustered up the courage to wake you, like “ok we’re here!!!! hahahaha,,ha,,,ha,,,,, ah”

weeks pass, and jin’s dad is constantly piling more responsibility on him, which means more branches, which means jin has to travel more, and he takes you with him because he’s useless without you.

and you two are just so comfortable around each other from the start ??

but more importantly you really enjoy one another’s company and are constantly drawn together.

so eventually, always eating room service together turns into always spending time in the same room, which turns into eventually only booking one room with separate beds.

because more money saved is more money to charity.

right?

right ????

and guess what.

eventually the hotel fucks up, but everything is so hectic you don’t even notice until it’s too late and you come back from a conference at night to find you only have one bed.

whoopsie daisy~

honestly though you’re both so exhausted because you flew in early that morning, jin falls asleep with all his clothes on and you don’t even care and pass out beside him like two minutes later.

when you wake however, he has shrugged out of his blazer and you’re snuggled up to him, head tucked beneath his chin, cheek pressed against his chest.

to save you the embarrassment he pretends he’s still asleep while you untangle yourself. but breakfast is still awkward as heck to say the least, and he lowkey won’t stop smiling to himself the entire time.

and every time you attend a charity event with him everyone assumes you’re dating because you’re always laughing together and they’re used to seeing him with assistant choi.

and one time he mishears someone asking if you’re his date and he says yes so you run with it and link your arm through his and call him pet names and he goes sO red and stutters and it’s worth all the death glares he sends you the rest of the night.

after that he’s kinda tense and weird and you end up apologising for your behaviour because that was very unprofessional of you and you crossed a line and you really need this job please don’t fire me.

and as you arrive back at the hotel he’s like “yeah, it’s cool, whatever, i need a drink.”

and you’re like “idk about you but there’s a minibar in my room.”

and he just stares at you until you realise what you’ve said and when you die of embarrassment he’s like “now we’re even. goodnight.”

eventually, one fateful evening back at the office, jin completely buckles under the weight of it all and you find him with his head in his hands, papers all over the floor.

he confesses to you how it’s all too much and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to keep everything together, especially as his responsibilities keep growing and without assistant choi around to help him out.

you spin his chair around to face you and sink down to his level, take his face in your hands and tell him firmly that he’s got this. it’s okay to doubt yourself and to crack under the pressure, but he’s got you and he’s got this and together you’re gonna kick this thing in the ass.

and he laughs and hold your hand, leans in a fraction but hesitates until you tell him he can also kiss you if he wants.

and he does.

he kisses you over and over and over until you have expensive carpet burns, wink wonk if you know what i mean.

anyway, nsfw under the cut.

your late nights at the office gets a lot later after that.

because oh bOY imagine gagging jin with his tie when he is being too vocal during his lunch break.

or him gagging you for that matter.

tbh his ties get a workout because he’s constantly getting distracted at work thinking of new and exciting ways to restrain you with it.

you two riling each other up all day.

like he’s got the blinds open and you walk in to drop off a file and just before you leave you lean in and tell him “i wish you would press me up against that glass right now, for everyone to see.”

he goes so red !!!!!!!!!!

and then you just drop the mic (or in this case a pen) and swagger out.

you guys could do this shit all day.

you’ll pretend to drop something so you can bend over for him, or spill something on him so you can lean over and grab him through his slacks.

or you’ll get handsy or even go down on him during a phone meeting, because just imagine the panic in his eyes when his voice cracks.

and he’ll walk right up behind you at your desk and pretend to look over the schedule with you while whispering the most sinful promises and vulgar compliments in your ear.

and sometimes, when he leaves his door open, he’ll just stare at you and take one hand slowly off his desk, and you just know he’s rubbing himself through his trousers and it drives you mad.

and finally, when the last person has left for the day you just fucking tear into each other like you trash his office i feel sorry for the cleaners.

but at the end of the day jin is soft and loving af.

he adores you and the way you’ll rub yourself eagerly against him on a slow sunday morning.

and he wants to take you to all the best restaurants, or just watch netflix and eat fast food, it doesn’t matter as long as he gets to go down on you at the end of the night.

he just thinks you’re really cute when you squirm.

and you just love to watch him flush.

and so you live happily ever after :’)

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thefandomplague · 7 years

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Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (9)

Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!

Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.

A/N: This part took FOREVER to come out guys and for that I am truly sorry. I ended up getting super busy with college assignments and then some other stupid and possibly regrettable in the near future stuff. But hey that's life right?! I am going to try put up part 10 before the end of the week because y’all are such perfect readers!

Word Count: 1158

( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )

Your eyes blinked open hazily. You squeezed them shut and open a couple times to clear your vision. Slowly you sat up, your throat burned and your head was pounding. You cupped the side of your head in your hand in an attempt to stop the banging. Glancing around, taking in your surroundings for the first time you realized you weren't in your room at all, you looked down and saw you weren't even wearing your own outfit from last night. Well SHIT, you thought to yourself, as you made a mental note to never drink again you noticed the water and Advil on the bedside table. Quickly you snatched up the pills and downed it with the water.

" You know you really should eat before taking those."

Your head snapped up to see James walking in all sweaty from a run. Before you could even say a word he passed you a tray from a near by table that had a small array of foods to chose from.

James was stripping off his shirt and shoes when you felt the sudden realization you were wearing his shirt sink in.

" We didn't... We didn't sleep together right? "

James spun around and looked at you with a sort of horrified look on his face.

" Why on earth-"

" I am wearing your shir-"

" You were covered in puke."

" And you slept in the same bed? "

" We are adults are we not? "

You looked down as you felt yourself blush a bit. The shame of your next question was crippling to you.

" What happened last night? I don’t... I don’t remember... "

" Eat."

James commanded before continuing.

" You drunk called me Y/N, I was going to just brush it off but then I heard your friend getting a little pushy as you didn't hang up, and I felt worried of what would happen if someone didn't step in. My worries were right, I arrived just in time an-"

" Oh God! You punched Pietro!"

You gasped as the memory came to mind.

" Well he should have listened when you said no the first time."

You put your face in your palms thinking of the situation.

" How am I even going to face him again..."

" Well he should be the one worrying not you."

You cringed at his response as you realized you had said that out loud.

" Though your actions where some what questionable. What the hell were you thinking in drinking that much Y/N. It was beyond reckless. If you were mine you wouldn't be able to sit for a week."

You head snapped up at his words, he crawled the distance on the bed slightly as he stole a bite of the croissant you were holding. You glanced down at him as his eyes held your eyes.

You breathing stopped as he silently chewed and looked into your eyes. A silent challenge in them. Daring you to take the bait. If anything you hated being predictable, you waited for him to finish chewing, he opened his mouth to say something else and you moved forward quickly, kissing him.

Without even a split second he was kissing you back. He was passionate in his kiss, his arms pulled you so close you felt like there would be bruises where his hands were, but you didn't care! Your fingers dug into his the naked skin on his back. You bit down on his lip slightly.

This made him pull back from you, he studied your face for a moment before a beautifully sinful smirk spread across his lips and he started kissing you again, he pushed you back, shoving the plate to the floor. You wrapped your legs around his thighs pulling him closer. Not once breaking the kiss. His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his hands making their way up your shirt at the worlds most painfully slow rate. Your patience wearing thin, you moved your hands down to the waistband of his pants, gently nudging them down. Just then there was a knock at the door.

" Mr. Barnes, your car is waiting downstairs. Also your assistant called again. She said that Stark Enterprises will be waiting for you in your board room in less than an hour."

James groaned against your mouth. Sighing he untangled himself from you and stood up. Staring down at you with a lustfully hungry look.

" Does this mean you will agree to one date after all? "

" I guess it does Mr. Barnes..."

He beamed down at you with such a smug smile you almost wanted to change your answer.

Within the next 30 minutes you were both showered, changed, and walking through the door of your own apartment.

" I feel terrible for leaving her last night, I hope she is OK."

" I believe she was, my brother said he would make sure she got home OK."

" You have a brother? "

" Unfortunately-"

You both feel silent at the scene of Wanda and James' brother semi naked in front of you.

" Steve... "

The both looked up in horror at you and James standing there. Within a matter of seconds they had pulled themselves together and were standing there awkwardly in front of you.

" So... you must be the famous y/n? "

You glanced at James as you saw him give Steve a death stare scary enough to make soldier run. However all Steve did was laugh as if completely UN-phased.

" I am Steve! I am super excited to meet a girl that my brother actually likes. I was starting to think he was just planning on staying in the closet forever. I honestly was hoping he was gay, I have a cute friend for him, but hey, looking at you I am glad he isn't."

James cleared his throat uncomfortably. Making you laugh to see him squirming so much.

" Well then Steve, we should be going then. I have a meeting, an I clearly cannot afford to babysit you forever."

Steve laughed again at his brother. But quickly turned to Wanda, taking her in a tight embrace and kissing her sweetly.

" Laters Doll."

You smiled and shook your head at how quickly these two had taken to each other.

James kissed your forehead and mocked his brothers tone.

" Laters Doll. "

He added a wink and slipped out with Steve on his heels. You sighed as you closed the door. James looking back at you once more before leaving.

" What was that? "

Wanda asked laughing at your heavy sigh.

" I am was just thinking how empty my wardrobe is for tonight and was thinking... Wanda... my sweet Wanda... I love your wardrobe more then my own."

" Mhmm sure... come on then, lets go get you ready."

( Part 10 )

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