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yourimagines · 6 months

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Teaching you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, 18+, smut with fluff

- Summary: Nick is going to teach you how to behave 😉

Y/N POV

Nick was at home, watching in bed some tv. “Nick, can you please help me out.” I walked in our room. He nods and follows me to the kitchen. “I can’t reached it.” I pointed at the cabinet. “What you need?” “The bowl on the left side.” He nods and grabs it for me. “Thank you.” I chirped as he gives it to me. “What are you making?” “It’s a surprise, please leave the kitchen.” I turned away from him, starting to make his favourite cake. He walked pass me and leaves the kitchen. ‘Good now let’s bake.’

I was busy with placing the cake in the oven as Nick entered the room. “Babe, I brought you some food.” I flinched because I was deep in my own thoughts and burned my finger. “Ahh, Nick fuck off, can’t you see I’m busy.” I closed the oven and immediately went to the sink. “What happened?” “I burned my freaking finger Nick.” I cooled my finger under the water. “I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “Just leave me alone.” He places the bag with food on the counter and leaves. ‘This hurts like a bitch.’

The whole house smelled like cake. I happily took it out of the oven and placed it on the counter. I grabbed a knife and sliced a piece of it, placing it on a plate. ‘Let’s bring this to Nick.’ I walked over to his home made gym. He was sitting on the hometrainer. “Hi baby I have something for you.” He looks up and points at the table. “You can leave it there, I’m almost done.” I scoffed and placed it down and left the gym. ‘Not even a thank you, asshole.’ I cleaned up the kitchen and after that I went upstairs, ready to take a bath

Nick POV

I sighed and grabbed the plate. ‘What’s going on with her today.’ I ate the slice and placed the plate in the dishwasher. ‘Where is she?’ I heard water running from upstairs. ‘Bathroom.’ I went upstairs and saw her running a bath. “Babe, it was delicious.” She turns around and rolls her eyes at me. “You finally ate it?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “What’s going on?” “Nothing.” She turns off the water and throws some bath salt in it. I stood there watching her in the doorway. “Babe.” She turns around. “What now?” I threw my hands up. “You know what never mind.. I hope you leave that attitude behind when you’re done.” I walked out of the bathroom, going back to our bedroom. I still had my gloves on. “Nick what the fuck?” She followed me into the bedroom. I turned around, adjusting my gloves. She got real quiet, while biting her lip. ‘That horny little fucker.’ “Come here.” She obeyed and walks over to me. “What is it that you’re acting like a brat today huh.” She placed her hand on my chest, tracing some circles. “Don’t ignore my question babe.” She sighs and starts to kiss my neck. I gently pushed her away. “I don’t think so, I think I should teach you some manners babe.” She pouts as I shook my head. “Nick please don’t be mean… I’m sorry.” “It’s to late now.” I grabbed her waist and placed her on our bed. “Lay down for me babe.” She did what I told her. I started to un glove my hands. “Nick please don’t…” she shyly says. I smiled at her. “You want me to leave these on?” She nods as her cheeks became flushed. “Okay…” I crawled on top of her, straddling her waist. “Let’s teach you to be nice to daddy.”

Y/n POV

He was teasing me the whole time. “Nick please, I’m sorry…” I reached out for his gloved hand. “No baby not yet.” I groaned and threw my head back. “This is not fair, just let me touch you…” I tried my trick, pouting at him. “No is not going to work today.” He traced his wet fingers around my thighs. Slowly moving back to my clit. “I can’t really go deep on you baby, it’s because of the gloves…” I wanted to roll my eyes at him and telling him he could fuck me but I stopped myself, before I get myself in trouble again. I felt the tip of his finger penetrating me, the fabric from his gloves were rubbing against my sensitive spot. I buckled my hips a bit more against his hand. “Nick…” I whined out. My hand went up to his shoulder. I felt a tension building up in my stomach, my breathing became unsteady and I softly moaned while closing my eyes. “Look at me baby.” I opened my eyes and look at him. “You can let it go now.” That was the last push I apparently needed for my orgasm. I softly moaned his name as star’s formed in front of my eyes. I felt Nick pulling out his fingers. “You okay?” I nodded at him. “Darling please use your words.” He hung above me, looking with warm loving eyes. “I’m okay.” He smiles and caressed my cheek with his clean hand. “You okay for another round?” “Yes but don’t tease me anymore….” He smirks and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if I can do that…” “Nick… please I learned my lesson..” I tried to kiss him but he moved a bit away. “Nick.” He shook his head. “No I’m in charge.”

He pushed his hard cock inside of me. I grabbed his arm as he started to move his hips. “Fuck… you’re beautiful.” His eyes were full with love. He picked up the pace and moved his hand up to my breasts. The tip of his fingers started to play with my nipples. His other gloved hand moved to my waist, holding me firmly. Nick was playing with me as the knot in my stomach became tighter. His hand moved from my breast up to my neck. Holding my chin firmly. A soft moan escaped out of my mouth. His eyes are full with mischief now, teasingly squeezing my neck. My hand moved along his arm, softly whimpering his name. “You like that huh.” Nick squeezed a bit firmer. “Nick..” Nick nods. “Let go for me baby.” He applied some pressure again and I totally lost it. I moaned out his name, My eyesight was blurry, tears were falling down and my legs were shaking. Nick leans closer, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. His movement became sloppy and I heard him groan against my shoulder. I felt him unloading himself in me. I felt his unsteady breath hitting my schouder, his lips softly touching me, leaving a trail of small kisses behind. I was panting, trying to calm down. Nick carefully slips out of me and lays down next to me. I looked at him. He was covered in sweat. “Are you okay?” He looked concerned at me. I nodded and moved over to him. He wrapped his arm around me as I nuzzled against his chest. “I’m sorry if I was a bit rougher then normally.” My hands went over his chest. “It’s okay, I like it..” he placed a soft kiss on my head. “I think I leave these gloves for in the bedroom, these are all covered in sweat and other human juices.” I giggled and gently placed a kiss on his chest. “Let’s get a bath babe, I’m not a fan of this sticky mess…” he rolls away from me, getting up and walked away to the bathroom. I heard him moving around and filling the bathtub again with new water. I slowly moved to the edge of the bed. ‘Oh shit.’ I felt my legs were a bit wobbly as I stood up. “Nick I think I need some help.” He walked back and scooped me up in his arms. “To much for you huh.” I rolled my eyes at him as he sat me down on the toilet. “I thought that attitude was gone, don’t make me do this again darling.” I quickly shook my head. “No I’m sorry, I’m finished for today.” He hummed and picked me up again. “Then behave.” I felt the warm water hit my legs, I sighed from relief as I hit the water completely. Nick immediately joined me, sitting behind me. “Relax baby, I’ve got you.” I leaned back against his chest as he started to massage my shoulders.

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mywonderfulworldofstoriez · 6 months

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Pastry Chef In Another World

This Book is one of my own ideas inspired by the isekai fantasy trope. I would like to eventually make this into a webcomic too. The images used in the book are at the moment AI generated because I just don't have the time to draw now but will eventually be redrawing everything when it's done.

All rights reserved!! This is a my own work of fiction and while it is inspired by the isekai genre I have not tried to take anyone else's story or original ideas. This is my own work and it's made mostly for fun. That being said I hope you enjoy it all the same. I have posted it on Wattpad too under @Angvalkyrie.

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Atana was accidentally taken from her own world by a clumsy goddess. To apologise she sends her to another world with an enormous amount of money where she opens a cafe that sells pastries and more...

༻Prologue༺

Food has always been a big part of who I was ever since I was little. From porridge, to soup, to meat, to cakes and pies and everything inbetween. But pastries were always my favourite. The soft flaky dough that melts in your mouth as crumbs decorate your clothing or your parent's car. Wrapped around a nice warm filling that could be sweet, or salty or sour or even both. Like opening a letter and discovering your grandparents had given you money and candy for your birthday.

Speaking of Grandparents. My grandmother was the one to teach me how to make almost any kind of food and I loved watching her work. Her old hands moved expertly as she sliced, diced, boiled, picked and placed everything where it was supposed to be. Her hair was always cut short so it wouldn't get into the food, but it suited her cute rounded face so well. My grandfather loved eating her food everyday and luckily he never picked up any weight.

I wasn't so lucky.

I love food and my grandma. I didn't mind being bigger than other kids. But they did and so did my parents. I was bullied at school for my weight. Mostly verbal but it often turned physical if the other kids were mad enough or bored enough. It didn't help that I could never keep my mouth shut. At home while my younger siblings were praised. I tried to be like them. I was really smart and did well in school, but they were always the stars while I was a lump of coal in the corner of the furnace that burnt out.

Eventually my parents moved me in with my grandparents since I spent most of my time there anyway. My life got better after my parents ignored me. I gained back my confidence and grandpa taught me how to deal with bullies. After a few swift beatings they left me alone. I even decided to study the culinary arts. Unfortunately pastry school was super expensive so I went into the beauty industry for a bit since it was more affordable and easy money. I did have to do one or two jobs on the side while studying that, but it was nice. It helped boost my confidence even more and people were starting to notice me for me and not for how much I weighed.

It was magical.

I made enough money to study my favourite subject. I got along with alot of people and made new friends that had the same passion as me. My dream was to open a cafe one day. Just a small thing, nothing too big, but it would be mine. I had even put down a deposit on my first place. My own shop.

And then the accident happened...

#chefs kiss #isekai #pastry #pastry chef #story #novel #novel writing #fantasy #cliche #plot twist

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metagalacticx · 2 years

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scira au: they meet on a cruise 🌊💕🛥🌸 [1/2]

“Sorry, sorry! Really sorry. Here—”

Kira looks up, and the guy winces, his free hand frantically brushing cake crumbs from the side of her skirt.

She was so close— the tray hovering over the table, legs positioned perfectly to slide into her seat— when she felt the entire weight of a person twice her size crash into her, and now what should have been her dinner is splattered everywhere. At first she felt a stab of panic— an iceberg? freak storm? maybe a hole in the hull— but everything else was stationary.

“Hey, I can— I can fix that,” the guy says about the mess on the waxed floor. Then he flashes a finger, “Wait, just— hold on!”

Kira tries to smile.

She’d decided to embark on this three-week cruise for self-care reasons. To focus only on her needs; decentering everything she’s carved her identity around for most of her life— family, friends, her job. To give herself a little space and time to figure out what she really wants, not what she thinks other people want for her.

But it’s been three hours since she got on the Hale of a Whale and in that time she’s bruised her leg from bumping into her cabin dresser, and got two plates of buffet food spilled over her favourite pleated skirt. None of it is wet, which she supposes is a blessing. She’s choosing to ignore the pizza stain on the tongue of her Jordans. It’s not there, it’s not there.

The guy’s talking to one of the servers, and his face crumples as they must tell him they’re out of whatever it is he thinks can fix this.

“Sorry, they… they can’t come right now. But someone’s coming! I’ll make sure it gets cleaned up, I promise!”

“Yeah,” Kira mumbles. She just wants to go back to her room and wallow. She’s loath to admit it but she wishes her Dad were here. “That’s all right. I’ll just… yeah.”

“I’m so sorry!”

He looks crestfallen, and Kira feels kind of bad. Sure, he’s made a mess and somehow none of his food spilled. But she thinks of her Mom and how she never allows Kira to apologise more than once. It doesn’t really fix anything, does it? I can tell you’re sorry. No need to dwell.

So Kira sighs, sags her shoulders and smiles for real this time. “Don’t worry about it. I can just go back. We’ve got all the time in the world here, right?”

That gets him to smile. It’s warm and definitely more at home on his face than the guilt and panic.

He’s sheepish when he says, “Yeah, we kind of do...”

Kira does it all again— chooses a little bit of everything, even adds an extra slice of pizza for comfort— and it’s not so bad. Until she’s looking around for another table and not one of them is free.

Then she sees him. He’s perched at the edge of his seat, twisted in the chair to look over at her, legs spread like he’s about to walk. He waves, and his smile brightens when she lifts her chin.

He mouths something, slow— hands gesticulating haltingly, like he’s not quite sure he means to do it. She can’t tell what he’s saying but he points to his table and himself enough times for her to get the gist.

“Hey…” she says, like she’s begging him a favour and not at all like he’s lucky she’s not standing in a corner waiting for someone to clean her perfect table with the perfect view and the perfect distance away from the family with the three noisy kids.

He stands until she slides into the seat facing him. “Sorry again.”

“No... Thanks for letting me sit here.”

“It’s my pleasure, really! I’d give it up if you asked.”

Kira looks up slowly from her slice of cake, “Well—”

“But,” he hurries before she can finish, “I’m glad you chose to sit with me.”

There’s a lilt in her voice when she says, “Didn’t really have a choice. You kind of took the last one.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry…”

And he doesn’t look it, either. He’s grinning. “I’m really not.”

His eyes crinkle and he keeps staring, making no attempt to touch his plate. She would call him out on it but she realises she’s staring too.

“So you’re saying you’re glad you knocked all my food to the ground.”

The glass in his hand clinks when he lowers it to the table. “I’m saying I might have noticed you earlier and while I didn’t mean to bump into you like that, I’m glad it turned out this way because now I can ask for your name and maybe we can hang out sometime? You know, since we have all the time in the world here…”

She thinks she wants to tell him he won’t be seeing much of her, that she’ll be busy doing yoga and going to the shows and getting wisps of ocean water and salt in her hair. But he’s still smiling, and it’s bright, and somehow… somehow it doesn’t feel wrong. So she tucks falling strands behind her ear and looks down at the second helping of cruise ship food. “It’s Kira.”

“Kira… I've got a friend named Kira.”

“Really?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m hoping by the time I leave here I will.”

Her mouth falls open and a laugh bubbles in her chest and rises in sweet waves past her lips. “Oh, that’s smooth. Where’d you learn that one?”

“Work. Wait, no— that one wasn’t Hayden. Stiles. Anyway, I’m Scott. Sorry for getting food all over you.”

“Well, Scott. You’re lucky there was no empty table left.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Scott sticks a fork into the sushi, and somehow manages to make it cute.

He’s also still grinning.

Kira’s lips curl and she pops a fry into her mouth. She has three weeks left to bask in the sun and breathe in crisp ocean air. Three weeks to find herself again. She supposes there’s nothing wrong if she makes a friend.

#i’m literally just going to copy and paste the tags from before i do not care sorry #scira #scira moodboard #i have never made scott or kira content before. neither individually nor as a ship.#which if you know anything about my teen wolf feelings will definitely come as a surprise???#i would like to thank two specific people #firstly #unspokenstydia #for the scira suggestion!#and spike!! <33 who informed me about what cats look like because i had never seen one ever before in my life #kira my lil meow meow #snot mccalal my beloved #i am scared but mostly good scared #anyway they’re cute less than three #twgs #ficx #only adding one extra tag to say tumblr hates me personally.

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uglypastels · 3 years

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thought of this cute concept! Where you have to get a bridesmaid dress and Tom comes with you and the worker thinks you came to try on wedding dresses and toms like 👀👀👀 try some on. And you do and toms really acting like it’s a say yes to the dress episode and making up a whole fake scenario about you two getting married 😂

This is such a fucking cuute ideaaa. i love it. for real, like i don’t ever really see myself getting marries but whenever i flip the channel to TLC and say yes to the dress is on I get so emotional because yesss i also wanna be a pretty princessss _______________________________________

You had felt honoured when one of your friends has asked you to be one of the bridesmaids but with that came that you had to wear a bridesmaid dress at the ceremony. Your friend had always wanted a big traditional wedding, and you got that, but why she wanted to continue the tradition of disgusting bridesmaid dresses, you never understood. The dress design she had chosen was bright big and frilly, everything that you hated, basically. So, when you learned that you had to go to the store yourself to pick it up, something in you struck a cord of humiliation.

You could not go in there alone.

Fortunately, your best friend Tom sacrificed himself to tag along with you. That made it already slightly better, Tom always knew how to make a bad situation better. The two of you always had fun. It would be alright.

So you walked into the store. Tom had his arm around your shoulder. The second you walked in it was as if you had been punched in the face with chiffon and organza. And it was all so. white. You looked over at Tom but he just winked.

“Good morning,” a woman behind the counter said, “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up a bridesmaid dress, should be under the name y/n?” You told her, still looking around at the racks of dresses. You had no idea where one started and the other ended. It was one big cloud of material and rhinestones.

“Let me take a look in the back, make yourself comfortable, this might take a while,” she smiled before leaving through the door. Not really sure what to do, Tom sat down in a chair and you looked through the dresses. You had never been a fan of them, but there was something about the wedding dress that made you melt a bit. Carefully, you pushed the hangers to the side, one by one. Each piece looked beautiful.

“Looking for one yourself?” The clerk had come back, and you startled your way around to look at her. She had come back and was holding a large black garment bag. At least you didn’t have to walk around the city with it being visible.

“Oh, huh-”

“Yes, she is!” Tom stood up. You looked over at him, confused. He made his way over to you. “She’s been putting it off forever. I’ve tried to tell her that she should do it before it’s too late. Of course, I think she’d look amazing in whatever she wore, but I want my girl to look and feel like a queen.” He ended his little theatrics with a kiss on your cheek. You kept looking like a deer in the headlights at him, having no idea what he was talking about, stunned at how he had called you his girl. The woman, however, was smiling and looked as if she was about to cry.

“Well then, would you like to try some on?” she asked hopefully.

“Don’t we need an appointment?” You asked.

“Usually yes, but today business has been a bit slow, as you can see.” The woman, who’s name tag you could now read to be saying “Layla”, pointed around the shopping space.

“I don’t think we got the money on us to-” you tried to stop this but Tom was having none of it.

“Pish posh, darling. I’ll pay.”

“Walk in’s only pay the cost of the champagne and cake if you’d like some,” Layla smiled. “and any damage to the dresses, if it happens.”

“Have people sat on the cake?” Tom asked curiously.

“It has happened. It would only be a dry-cleaning or repair fee, not the full price, of course, but anyway, shall we get started?” Layla looked at you excitedly. It was nice to know she was actually enthusiastic about her job. You nervously looked over at Tom, who was just nudging you to go with it.

“Alright then,” you gave in.

The next moment, Layla took out a very generous slice of red velvet cake for Tom and a glass of champagne, which he more than enjoyed while you got changed into a dress. You were taken to a little room in the back and waited for Layla to bring you a few dresses to choose from. Since you had no idea what you would like in a dress, you let her pick whatever and you’d go from there.

“Alright, so I picked out a bit of everything. We got an A-line, mermaid, ballgown.” Now, you had watched a few episodes of Say Yes to the Dress so you knew the basics of the terms, but it still felt very intimidating to have it in front of you.

“Let’s go with the mermaid?” you said a bit unsure. Layla nodded at your choice and helped you get dressed in it. There was no mirror in the room so you had to go out to the main space to see yourself. It was a bit of a hassle to walk in it, especially in the borrowed heels that the store provided, but you got there. When you walked in, Tom had looked up and the cake he was eating almost fell out of his mouth as he stared.

“Holy shit,” he choked out. He kept looking at you in this awe as you made your way to the pedestal in front of the mirrors. Now you could finally look at yourself. You gasped at what you saw.

The dress was gorgeous and elegant, with more lace than rhinestones covering it. The shape of it fitted your shape perfectly (with the help of some clippers in the back, of course, to adjust to your size). The straps were the off the shoulder kind, hanging on loosely on your arms. The train fell smoothly down and followed your every move and turn, like your own waves of organza sea at your feet. Layla walked up to you and pinned in a veiled tiara in your hair for the full effect.

You could see Tom in your reflection, and you saw how he was trying to hold in his tears. You turned to face him.

“What do we think?”

“It’s gorgeous.” He said, “You look fucking amazing- sorry,” he apologised to Layla for his language, but she didn’t seem to mind. He put the plate of cake down on the little table next to him and once again got up to make his way over to you. He took your hand and leaned in to kiss you. It was happening so suddenly that you forgot to panic and just let it happen, giving into it. His lips were so soft and tasted like cream cheese frosting, which made you giggle a bit.

Tom pulled away, now looking a bit sour. “I’m just not really sure about the veil, do you have another one maybe?” He asked. Layla said she’d go look in the back and disappeared, giving the two of you a moment of privacy.

“What the hell is going on,” you said in disbelief at what just happened. You had just kissed Tom!? Your childhood best friend Tom?! Or actually, he had kissed you?!

“Well, it feels a bit backward but I was hoping if I could take you out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“I’d love to,” you said. He pulled you in for another soft kiss. You pulled away right at the same time as Layla walked back into the room with another veil.

“So are you saying yes to dress, hun?” she asked. You looked over at Tom. His wink made you roll your eyes.

“Actually, I think we’ll have to wait a bit on that.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland au #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #fanfic #fanfiction #blurb #imagine #au #fluff #request

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pokefanclaire · 3 years

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Secret Santa

Hello everyone! I’m no writer but I decided to have a crack at a fan fiction for a ship I absolutely adore. Alfendi Layton x Lucy Baker. Also I don’t own any rights to the game, or characters its purely my weird thoughts.

This fan fiction has mutual pining and teasing but is pretty tame. I’m not entirely sure how to describe this!

Secret Santa

‘Th’ Prof always uses the mug I gifted him for secret Santa. It’s a normal enough looking mug with “World’s greatest detective” printed in black ink and the inside is decorated with a flurry of magnifying glasses facing every which way. I watched him unwrap my gift for ‘im from under the Scotland yard Christmas tree about a month ago and he ‘asnt used another mug from the break room since’ Lucy thought proudly as she eyed the space allocated for making hot drinks.

“Good morning dear Lucy”

Lucy jumped in surprise of his sudden arrival and twirled to see a tired looking Alfendi sporting disheveled placid burgundy hair and 3 day old stubble across his chin.

“slept ‘ere again prof?”

“.. You know you have to fill that with water Baker?”

He gestured to the empty kettle Lucy was absent mindedly staring at. Alfendi laughed light heartedly at his assistants morning forgetfulness.

Lucy stepped aside as Alfendi began to make tea in his favourite mug. He had clearly slept in the mystery room last night she thought, yet his disheveled, unkept appearance did nothing to calm the flutters in her stomach or the increased pounding of her heart against her ribcage from his arrival to the break room.

Noticing the heat rising in her cheeks from his close proximity she snapped her attention toward the fridge to fetch a lemon slice to add to his earl grey tea Placid enjoyed each morning.

The coolness of the fridge gave her cheeks much needed relief, and Lucy gave out an audible sigh of relief.

“’ere ya are Prof”

Lucy beamed turning around. She felt a solid mass suddenly press against her entirety realising the Prof was standing right behind her.

“Sorr’ Prof”

she said stumbling back a step.

“It was entirely my fault I apologise dear Lucy. Are you okay?”

Smiling shyly placid prof tugged at the back of his neck nervously.

“It were nowt Prof, why’d you sleep at the mystery room anyways?” smiling at the nervousness she now felt. “was there some new case?”

“Not at all Lucy, I just didn’t want to get behind on paperwork. And besides my favourite mug is here at Scotland Yard. I really like it, and what it stands for”

Lucy stared at her mentor.

“I think I know who my secret Santa was”

“well you should” Smiled Lucy “been the worlds greatest detective and all that. Piece of cake for a great mind like yours”

Alfendi drank from his mug maintaining piercing eye contact with his dear Lucy.

“...And my dearest assistant, did you happen to find out the identity of your secret Santa?”

“nah Prof’ It was a crazy difficult puzzle with no instructions but it looks lik’ sum kinda box. I spent all Christmas day tryin’ to solve it. My ma and dad had a go too, and my neighbour tried but nowt”

“I wonder who would send you such a thing dear Lucy”

Lucy felt her cheeks burn from his relentless stare. She couldn't remember the last time Alfendi blinked…

“was ‘t you? Prof’”

Of course Lucy had her suspicions with him been the son of the famous Hershal Layton. A Puzzle sounded fitting. But she was a detective constable and all of Scotland Yard would of known that she would find a puzzle an entertaining gift.. Had Alfendi been staring at her this whole time? She watched his sweet amber eyes flicker to a darker, more dangerous shade of yellow.

Alfendi grinned sipping from his mug trying to guess her train of thoughts.

“You know, I’m quite good with puzzles my dear Baker. Can I possibly be of some help to you?”

Before Lucy could answer Alfendi had crossed the room to her. She had just enough time to groan as Potty Prof’s eyes met with hers. From his slightly crouched position he leant over her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“because I am… the world greatest detective aren’t I Baker?”

“morning folks!” Dustin called glancing over at Lucy and Alfendi with a raised eyebrow “Not interrupting summat am I?”

Alfendi grinned at Dustin, his unkempt messy hair bright crimson.

“You ‘kay Lucy Love?” Dustin smiled, eyebrow still raised questioningly in Lucy’s direction.

Lucy was inches away from the grinning Potty Alfendi’s face, his unshaven dishevelled look making the break room vanish from her vision as heat rose to her cheeks. She took an inward breath, wanting to answer Dustin quickly before suspicion took hold and everyone at Scotland Yard would soon be making fun of her obvious crush on her mentor.

“um yea Dusti’ ta”

she finally managed with an altogether strange look on her face. Alfendi smelt of stale cigarettes, coffee and old books, an intresting and all together appealing combination rushing her senses.

“I’m just fine” Lucy added. Convincing herself this time.

“are you Baker? Because you look a little distracted by something, or someone perhaps?” he teased.

“then see ya Lucy love, have a good’n” Dustin stifled a laugh as he exited the break room noisily jangling his keys. “young love!” he added from half way down the corridor.

Lucy’s cheeks were hot, She could only imagine how uncomfortable she looked to Alfendi as he continued to intimidate her at her eye level.

“Baker, come with me”

He turned on his heels without looking back toward the break room certain Lucy would follow. Lucy hesitated for a split moment, deep in her own thoughts before racing to catch up with her handsome mentor. Out in the corridor, she looked left and right for Alfendi assuming he had gone to the mystery room she skipped up the corridor after him. The door to the mystery room was wide open, with no apparent inhabitant in there she knocked on the door.

“Hello? Prof? Are you here?”

her calls were met with silence but she observed on Alfendi’s desk was the still warm mug of tea, steam escaping the rim. He had to be here, She felt herself falter as she leaned inside the room knowing that it was most likely Potty Prof inside, Lucy felt the familiar heat rising to her cheeks at the thought of her Potty prof, the original Alfendi Layton. Fearless.

Lucy scanned the corridor once more before deciding to search the suspiciously silent Mystery room.

“Prof?”

Hands quickly covered her eyes as the door slammed shut behind her, heated breath brushed against the nape of her neck.

“care to guess which of your dear mentors is here with you?” Whispered Potty..

“Th’ original of course”

Silence fell once more.

“what did you call me just now” twisting to be sure he saw her lips move as she spoke. “not po…did you say original?”

“aye, I mean ya were ‘ere first wernt you? What woul you like me to call ya?”

Dazed Alfendi stared still covering Lucy’s eyes.

“...and Lucy, you aren’t scared are you? Of me I mean. Us”

He moved a hand to the side, brushing through Lucy’s golden hair. She groaned as the familiar scent of the prof fogged her consciousness for the second time that morning. ‘Get it together Lucy, he’s your boss! and this sort of thing isn’t allowed.. besides he’s just teasing. He never goes through with it, jus’ leaves me hanging. He’s all talk, that Potty’ She managed to comfort herself with her thoughts for a moment before allowing one eye to gently flutter open. He stared silently as heat rushed to her cheek turning her a shade of crimson familiar to Potty.

Alfendi gently traced the outline of her cheek with his outstretched fingers casually moving his face closer to hers before lightly brushing his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip.

“what would happen if I.. We just…..gave in Lucy?.”

Lucy stared at him in disbelief, convinced he was teasing as always she roared with hysterical laughter causing her to lose her balance and tumble forward into Alfendi.

“If I knew it was so easy to get you onto my lap Baker, I would of trapped you in the mystery room months ago”

Lucy’s eyes met with his, smiling broadly.

“I know you Prof, its all teasin’ an nowt else”

“one day I wont be able to stop myself Baker?”

Lucy was left feeling confused at the look on the now placid Prof’s face. Well placid Prof isn’t one for teasing, she thought about the living nightmare her life would become if both potty and placid decided to tease her. Shaking the thought from her head she tried to stand steadying herself on the sofa, offering both hands to the Prof she helped him regain his balance.

“Sorry abou’ falling onto you there Prof! I didn’t mean ta”

Alfendi didn’t reply, instead he stared down silently.

“wa is it?”

Her gaze fell on what had taken the Profs attention. Lucy was still holding Alfendi’s hands after helping him up.

“sorr’ Prof!”

Lucy let go of his hands instantly, retracting her arms from his direction.

“….Lu… Lucy… can you do me a favour please?”

Still looking down at his now empty hands.

“o’course Prof, anything”

Beamed Lucy, hoping by now he would of finally stopped teasing for the day.

“Can you try, to be less… perfect in my presence during work hours. I’ve found it very distracting of late” Alfendi didn’t bring his eyes to meet hers, but Lucy giggled at Pottys latest tease.

Alfendi’s hair was a placid, pale wine colour. He looked up with dull amber eyes.

“I mean it Lucy.”

A silence fell between them.

“tea prof?, how ‘bout I make us a brew! Earl grey with a lemon slice kay? Or would the othe’ trouble maker like a coffee?”

Alfendi laughed sheepishly as Lucy skipped from the mystery room toward the Scotland yard break room.

“Tea would be perfect my love”

morning turned to afternoon, and then dusk as 18:00 flashed on Lucy’s wrist watch.

“I’m ‘eading home now Prof, would you like to ride together?”

Alfendi hadn’t heard the question, or ignored his assistants declaration that she intended to leave.

“Is the mysterious puzzle in your backpack Lucy or at home?”

“s’in me backpack, I like it a whole bunch and who knows when i’ll figure it out eh?”

“May I see it Lucy? If you would kindly accept the help of your mentor”

“Sure Prof, I would love you to ‘elp me get a little further with solving the puzzle. Can I grab you some food from the take out place ‘round th’ corner” Understanding Alfendi will tackle her puzzle for a few hours at least.

“May I suggest something similar? I need to return to my apartment building this evening to take care of some household chores, and shave as i’m sure you’ve noticed I failed to remember to bring my razor with me into to work these past few days”

Alfendi ran a hand through his newly emerging beard with a disgusted curl tugging at the edge of his lips.

“we could grab some take away, and we can cycle to my apartment and I can help you with your puzzle while I take care of my chores”

“I uh.. I like it the stubbl’ I mean Prof.it suits ya somthin wicked”

Alfendi looked over at Lucy his hand frozen in the rough patch of hair now inhabiting his cheek.

“Can you confirm please, the newly emerged stubble you like?” Alfendi raised an eyebrow at Lucy.

“wel’ I guess yea. stubbl’ or ‘least yours”

Lucy stared for a moment before realising she hadn't answered Prof’s next question.

“oh an’ take out at your place would be grand”

Alfendi didn't say a word until they reached the take out place near Scotland yard.

“what do you fancy Lucy? I mean from the take-out menu of course”

He grinned from ear to ear.

“’ello Potty, wondered if you were joining us this evening”

“Do you fancy something Italian Baker?”

“This is a chines’ restaurant silly”

He leaned into Lucy’s scarf sending his warm breath over her ear.

“I’m the something Italian silly”

“no, I don’t fancy any dam’ Italian”

“yes you do Baker”

Alfendi blew warm air over her ear and felt the gooseflesh wash over her exposed skin.

“yes you do.” he repeated.

The pair stood in silence: Alfendi grinning at her blush, Lucy pretending to be very interested in the Chinese food menu.

“now are you ready to order from the Chinese menu?”

#lucifendi #lucy baker #alfendi layton #alfendi #mystery room #lucy x alfendi

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 2 years

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Hey you've probably touched on this in the past but I'm new here, so if it's okay and you feel like it would you mind explaining how do you think it could be possible for Louis to be forced to pretend he is a father of a child (that we actually know and can recognise, not just as a rumor or something like that) as a pr strategy? I'm not trying to say it's impossible, I genuinely have no idea how the pr world works and this just sounds pretty extreme and weird, especially involving a minor and all.

I've personally always thought Louis was probably high/drunk (or maybe not, just seems more plausible to me idk and we know he wasn't in the best place at the time) and had a one night stand with this girl he was meant to be seen with for publicity, she got pregnant but he didn't want to do anything about it or like be involved but once word "got out" to the management (umbrella term i use to mean whoever it is that's handling this sorts of things, maybe pr team? idk) they decided to exploit it and make use of it as a strategy to cover up something else or put him in his place (assuming he had said/done something to irritate them or smth) or even just to bring attention to him/the band no matter what kind of attention they would be getting (although i have to say for a boy band targeted mostly towards teen or even pre-teens the image of the party boy getting high and getting random girls pregnant doesn't sound like something they would want to purposefully go after, but once again, I'm not from expert)

and at that point Briana wanted her slice of the cake and the money and the attention, so he got stuck with all this, but since the kid was born he has tried to be part of his life, if intermittently (also, we don't Really know how frequently he actually goes to LA, and we don't have any idea about any phone/video calls, so like they could be in contact every day or once a year yk)

I do realise this sound a bit headcanony but tbh so have all the other theories I've seen going around... I also realise it's pointless to lose much brain power over this kinda questions we probably won't ever have answers for lol but I still like to share opinions and im curious to see what others think!

You in particular, just cause i always find your takes super interesting and I tend to agree to what you have to say on most stuff, so yeah I'd be curious to know what you think!

Have a nice day x (and sorry for the super long message, I totally get it if you don't have time to go through this or to answer)

Don't apologise anon - I love long messages. I'm going to take this in two parts.

First of all there's nothing wrong with believing that Louis is the father and if that makes most sense to you go forth with it. I agree with your point that there's lots we don't know about the current situation and it could work for everyone involved. But I'll explain why the specific story you're telling doesn't explain anything to me.

You say we know that Louis wasn't in a particularly good place at the time - I'm not sure we do. I mean he'd been doing very intense work for a very long time and I'm sure there were costs, but I don't think there's any particular reason to think that April/May 2015 were bad for Louis.

As I've emphasised before there is hardly any time for any of what you describe to have happened. It might be an explanation if the pregnancy had been announced months later. But Louis wouldn't know how he felt about getting someone pregnant less than two weeks after he'd had it confirmed that he was the father. To suggest that he could possibly have settled in 'don't want anything to do with it' misses that dealing with an unplanned pregnancy is a process that you expect to take time.

I think you're explanation also seems to put causation in the wrong place. If Louis' the father he's in this situation because he's the father. Not because of anything Briana or his team did. If Louis' a father, the core of that hasn't been changed by anything we've seen.

But also I don't think this answers any questions. It's basically the classic undermotivated villain problem. 1DHQ went public in a very short time frame because reasons. It won't help them make money, it won't make their work easier, but they're not just doing it, but turning on a dime to do it. It's not impossible, but there has to be a much more deeply weird explanation than Louis irritated someone.

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At the beginning you asked this: How do you think it could be possible for Louis to be forced to pretend he is a father of a child (that we actually know and can recognise, not just as a rumor or something like that) as a pr strategy?

And I'll try to answer it, but that's not really what I believe.

I believe that the most insightful comment about the situation came from Karl Marx when he said: "Louis Tomlinson makes his own history, but he doesn't make in circumstances of his own choosing".

If I think of the worst situations people I know have got into with work and imagine some outsider said 'well were they forced to do [thing that was really damaging/they really hated]' - the answer would be 'it's more complicated than that'. Work is iterative - and situations develop over time and there are lots of forces operating on people.

There are still huge questions, but I find it useful to think about things as a series of decisions, not something that was fully formed. Working backwards, it seems reasonably clear to me that from April 2016 absolutely no force from anyone would be needed to maintain the situation. It would be very difficult to change it without outting Louis and he also had a strong need for family privacy.

Likewise I think from August-December 2015 'force' isn't a very good way of understanding what would have happened. People often do things that aren't ideal, because they're better than any other option.

To me there are really only two areas of question - the first is the announcement, and the second is the aftermath of the birth. And I wouldn't suggest I had an explanation in either case, but I do have areas of explanation.

1D was in crisis for all of 2015 and I suspect those crises overlapped in curious and unexplained ways. But one thread of crisis was that Harry and Louis' closet was not holding. There were respectful and curious podcasts, people with profile were discussing the possibility openly. Louis talking about his birthday near led to outting him. At the same time Eleanor left (I assume because she wanted to, but maybe it was unsustainable for other reason). Louis hadn't suddenly become more convincing at heterosexuality. Then the new beard became pregnant. I don't think this is sufficient explanation, but I think combined with probably six different things I don't know. I can see how 'have a story that it's Louis, we can always deny it', was an option that gained concensus. (It's important to understand how the situation snowballed over time, and that people only ever agreed to it one step at a time).

I think the situation with the birth is much more mystifying, but I've made peace with not knowing, because we have no idea what Louis was hoping 2016 was going to look like. We don't know what his plans or intentions were. We only know that his 2016 ended up looking catastrophically, entirely different from what he'd hoped.

That's where I come from. There are lots of holes, and it's perfectly reasonable that other people think differently. People have different experiences and weight things in a range of ways.

#One more thing #as I've said this #I might as well be clear about what's important to me #The timing of flights #makes it very clear #that Briana and Freddie did not come to see Jay #but to be seen and allay questions

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I Like You a Latte

iwaizumi hajime x reader

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synopsis: in which hajime learns to appreciate the art that is coffee, as well as the cute barista responsible for his drinks every morning.

“Coffee is my energy; it’s my life, my soul, it’s-”

“Tōru, we get it, you’re dead inside just like the rest of us. Now can you please get me that slice of lemon cake I asked you for?” You stared in disbelief as your coworker physically stomped his foot, as if he was throwing a toddler tantrum. He grumbled about it underneath his breath, but eventually tottled over to the cake fridge to fetch you what you wanted.

“Y/n-channn! Don’t you love working here with me?” Avoiding answering, you took the wrapped up cake from him and put on your best smile as you handed it to one of your regulars, along with their favourite drink.

“Enjoy! Have a nice day!” The smile was gratefully returned, and you immediately got onto making the next drink.

Being a café fairly close to the centre of a college campus, there was always a rush in the morning without fail, due to the hundreds of students rushing in to get their fix of caffeine before their nine o'clock lectures. However, someone had to work those shifts, and since most of your classes fell in the afternoon, you were that person most of the time.

Four times a week, you worked the open shift, with a different co-worker every time, seen as most didn't have the same schedule as you and so could only work the shift on their days off.

Today was Tōru’s day.

While Oikawa was sometimes difficult to work work with, his people skills were unmatched, and he could start up a conversation with pretty much anyone that walked up to the counter. It helped that he was attractive as well, meaning that there were people that came by just on the off chance that they’d have an opportunity to talk to the ‘prettiest boy on campus’. You didn't understand it one bit, but it brought in customers and made the shop more money, so you couldn't really complain.

“Y/n-channn?” Without looking up from the drink you were pouring, you rolled your eyes, seriously not understanding he boy’s overwhelming amount of energy so early in a morning.

“My friend is late for his lecture, can you make him a drink in advance so it’s ready for when he gets here?” After handing the drink to the customer and wishing them well, you glanced around the shop, noticing that the rush was finally at its end and the shop was pretty much empty by now.

“Sure. What does he want?” Walking back to the machine, you tapped the used coffee grounds out of the portafilter before preparing more, ready to pull some shots.

“He said just a coffee.” You let out an audible sigh. ‘Just a coffee’ was one of your most hated phrases, and you were too far into your shift to deal with someone like that, especially so early in the day.

Instead of asking him to specify, you just chose for him, going with a simple latte, knowing it was the most basic drink, and hopefully you could cheer the guy up with some fancy art on top.

You heard the bell on the door chime just as you were pouring the milk, whoever it was being in what sounded like a major rush.

“Iwa-chan!”

“Shittykawa, hurry up. I’m late.” Furrowing you eyebrows at the tone, you finished up the drink, a beautiful swan sitting atop the latte. Placing the drink on the counter, you looked over to the register just as Tōru’s friend finished paying. Your eyes widened slightly as he turned just enough for you to see his face, knowing that you shouldn’t be surprised that even your coworkers friends were hot, seen as attractive people always tended to attract each other.

You made sure to smile extra wide as he rushed over, only for him to completely ignore you. Instead, he grabbed a handful of sugar packets, pouring them into the drink all at once, completely ruining the design as he stirred them in as fast as he could.

“Enjoy!” You tried you best to stay amiable as he merely grunted in thanks, throwing his trash away before walking out of the store.

You stared after his in disbelief for a second, having not encountered a customer that rude in a while.

“For such a pretty face, his attitude is horrible. You’re friends with that guy?” Oikawa didn’t look overly concerned, but his smile was a bit tighter than his usual carefree expression, so you guessed that was a bit out of the ordinary.

“Uh, well, he’s always a bit indifferent, but he must be in a pretty bad mood today. Sorry about that.” He was slightly guilty for getting you to make his friend’s drink only to be treated like that but you brushed it off, having worked in customer service so long that it rarely affected you anymore.

“I’ll get him to apologise the next time he stops by! I can’t have him upsetting my precious Y/n-chan!” You giggled as he tried to catch you in a hug, only for you to sidestep him, watching as he stumbled past.

“Stop being silly and go clean the shop floor, please?” He righted himself, and you handed him a cloth along with the disinfectant spray so he could wipe down the tables while you tidied the bar.

“Anything for you Y/n-chan!”

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It was just two days later when you saw Oikawa’s friend again, entering the café a lot earlier than he had the first time. You were the only one working currently, the second barista not being due to start for another half an hour or so with it being so quiet before the morning rush.

Before you could even greet him, he stopped in his tracks and stared at you for a moment. You paused yourself, extremely confused, but he merely shook his head and continued making his way to the register.

“Shi- uh, Oikawa said I was a bit rude to you the other day and I just wanted to apologise. I was having a rough morning and didn't realise I was being a dick, so I’m sorry.” Your lips twitched upwards in amusement at how genuinely guilty he looked, and you knew Tōru must have exaggerated how annoyed you actually were.

“It’s fine, honestly. We all have those mornings. Can I get you anything?” He seemed grateful that you weren't holding a grudge and took a quick look at the menu. You watched as he squinted at the board above you, knowing he didn't have a clue what any of the drinks were.

“Shall I just make you the same as last time?” He was grateful at the lack of judgement in your tone, and nodded immediately. You put it through the register and he paid, before moving over to the counter to wait while you got started.

“I hope you weren't late for your lecture.” His eyes followed your every move, but you paid it no mind as you prepared the coffee, only looking up at him once you began steaming the milk, seen as he hadn't answered you yet.

He blinked, cursing at himself for being to distracted, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself at his absentmindedness. After all, you couldn't deny how cute he was.

“Only by a few minutes, but the professor was even later, so I got away with it.” You giggled as you pulled the jug away from the steam arm, wiping it down and purging it clean.

He found himself leaning forward slightly to get a better look as you poured it into the cup, swirling and wiggling the jug in a way that he didn't understand.

Didn't you just pour it in?

A few seconds later, you were placing the cup on the counter so he could admire your work.

“A... snail?” He continued to stare at it as you wiped down the counter in front of the machine.

“It’s cute, right?” He looked completely clueless and you smiled to yourself.

“Okay, so this is a latte. It’s not as strong as the others and more milky. You can use the milk to make art on the top like this.” He stared at you, lips parted slightly, obviously still knowing exactly what you were telling him.

“You won't know the difference between types until you try more of them.” He grinned, already reaching for the sugar.

“Is that an invitation to see you more often?” It wasn't something that you hadn't heard before, and yet it still made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“Depends if you drop in when I’m here.” Handing him the lid to cover his drink, his fingertips brushed yours, sending tingles through your hand. Swallowing heavily, you hoped he hadn’t noticed and distracted yourself by brushing down your apron, even though it wasn't dirty.

“Well, I hope I see you around.” He shot you a dazzling smile before walking out of the door, almost bumping into your second barista as she arrived for her shift. Finding yourself at a sudden loss for words, you could only nod at her as you handed her the keys to the staffroom, ignoring the odd look she gave you.

Maybe he wasn't all that bad.

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You didn’t actually see Oikawa’s friend after that, and out of curiosity - or maybe stupidness - you decided to inquire about his absence the next time you were working with him.

“Iwa-chan? Oh, I haven't really seen much of him lately. Not ever since he started seeing his new girlfriend.” Girlfriend?

“Oh, okay.” Oikawa frowned at your tone, assuming that you wouldn't think anything of it, seen as you barely knew him. He decided not to push, but noticed that you were in a particularly foul mood for the rest of the shift, barely even glancing at him as you clocked out.

Strange.

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It was another week before Iwaizumi stepped into the café again, but he was disappointed to see that you weren't on the bar with Oikawa. There were a few people in line, but as smooth as he was, he was handling the shop in his usually calm and carefree manner.

“Iwa-chan!” Even in the middle of making a drink, Tōru still managed to wave at him, earning a mere nod in response as he walked up to the counter.

“Where’s your friend?” He stepped out of the way so that a customer could collect their drink, only just catching Tōru’s frown.

“Y/n? They have an exam later so they took the day off. They’re over there.” A nod to the other end of the store and sure enough, you were sat hunched over the table in a hoodie that looked one size too big, scribbling frantically in a notebook.

“Actually, can you take this over to them? I meant to do it, but then it got busy.” By the time Iwaizumi looked back at the drink Oikawa had placed on the counter in front of him, he was already off serving another customer, not really giving him a choice.

The drink didn't look like the ones you had made for him, and not nearly as pretty. It looked the colour of coffee but it was iced, chilling his hands as he carried it over to your table.

You almost jumped when he sat it down in front of you, looking up as he took the seat across from you.

“Long time, no see.” He gave you a smile, and you tried to give him one back, but your usual enthusiasm was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes were rimmed red, and you had a red mark on the side of your neck, presumably from rubbing it every time you got stressed. He didn't like it.

“So, what drink today?” He nudged the cup towards you, and you took it, mixing it around with your straw.

“Iced white chocolate mocha.” Iwaizumi stared at you blankly, questions already running through his mind.

What in the world was a mocha? And iced chocolate? What?

You managed a low chuckle at his visible confusion, holding your drink out towards him.

“Try it.” You expected him to take the entire drink from you, but instead, he leaned down, taking the straw between his lips as he had a sip. You tried not to blush, looking away for a second.

The drink was sweet, maybe too sweet for him, but he could definitely taste the chocolate. There was coffee in there as well, but it was all cold.

Weird.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of your own, desperately trying not to think about the fact that you may have just shared an indirect kiss.

“A normal mocha is basically just a hot chocolate with espresso. An iced mocha is the same but made with chocolate syrup and milk, ice, and espresso.” He seemed to understand this one a bit more than the last drink you explained, earning a nod from him.

“Just ask Tōru to surprise you and he’ll make you something on the menu to try.” As if he knew you were talking about him, he waved over in your direction, making you smile.

“I don't think it would taste as nice if you aren't the one making it.” He got up anyway, making his way back to the register to order something, leaving you dumbfounded, alone once again to carry on studying.

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Once again, Iwaizumi disappeared for a couple weeks, and with finals coming up, you had been forced to change your work schedule in order to fit you exams and study time around your shifts. This meant you had barely worked any morning shifts, opting instead for closing ones. So, whenever the boy actually dropped in, using coffee as an excuse to see you, you were never there.

That was, until one storming night, you were just getting ready to start cleaning the entire shop after closing, when the bell on the door rang through the shop.

“I’m sorry, we’re clo-” You stopped dead in your tracks as the door slammed close, a flash of lighting illuminating the shop.

A dripping wet Iwaizumi stared back at you, hair completely flattened instead of its usual spikiness, dripping rainwater over his face, almost hiding his stony expression.

“Oh my- Are you okay?” You rushed into the back, grabbing the blanket and hoodie Oikawa always kept in the staff room for napping on his breaks.

You tried your best to help him get dry, but he just brushed you off, so you stepped back and let him do it himself.

“She broke up with me.” Swallowing heavily, you could only watch as he brushed his hair back, out of his eyes. it meant you could finally see his entire face and you froze as his eyes landed back on you, staring you down.

He didn't look all too sad, you only being able to see his regular indifference. Even so, he looked breathtaking, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

“Sit down. I’ll make you a drink.” He did as you said, and you quickly distracted yourself as he pulled off his jacket, fingers finding the hem of his shirt to take that off as well to replace it with Oikawa’s hoodie. You daren't look, instead turning your back to him to stare at the tray of cakes you had prepared to throw out, seen as you could only keep them displayed for so long.

You loaded a separate tray up with a few cupcakes, as well as the last slice of the best cake the café offered, before deeming it had been long enough for Iwaizumi to change and plucking up the courage to start on the drinks.

Luckily, you had judged right, and he was currently sat in one of the comfier chairs, wrapped like a burrito in the blanket.

It was one of the cutest things you had ever seen.

“Today we have a plain ol’ hot chocolate. I don't think you need me to explain this one.” He smiled at you, amused, and you felt a small sense of victory.

You placed the cake onto the table and slid it over to him, picking one of the forks up off of the tray and holding it out. He took it, but nudged the cake back towards you until it was in the middle of the both of you.

“Let’s share.” He mimicked you, handing you the other fork.

A silence settled over the shop for a moment as you both took a bite of the cake, savouring the taste.

“So, what happened?” He let out a sigh, tongue darting out to catch a crumb stuck on his lip.

“She said it was like I was always itching to be somewhere else. With someone else.” Oh. So he liked someone else?

“I brought her here once, when you weren't working. She knew something was up when I asked where you were before even ordering.” You almost choked on the forkful of cake you were eating, having to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from spitting it out and embarrassing yourself.

“Me?” He chuckled at you, placing his fork down on the table despite not being finished yet.

“Yes, you. It was you I was looking for. It has been ever since I stepped foot in here.” You could only blink at him, reminding him of all the times he had the same reaction when you tried to educate him on the drinks you made, only to not understand any of it.

“Uh, o-oh, um...” He smiled at you fondly as you struggled to find something to say.

“It’s fine if you don’t like me back, I mean-”

“I do!” You immediately covered your face with your hands, having practically screamed at him. You could feel your skin heating up, and you could think of nothing better than hiding away from him forever.

Fingers wrapped around your wrists, and your hands were pulled away from your face, Iwaizumi leaning over the table with a lopsided smile.

“Good.” He pulled one of your hands closer to his face, placing a lingering kiss over your fingers, before letting it go and doing the same with the other.

You were left utterly flustered as he carried on eating his cake like it was nothing, but you could definitely see the dusting of pink on his cheeks, causing your own embarrassment fade away.

“Just a warning, shittykawa will try to come on dates with us, so be ready.”

Oikawa was actually elated to hear that you two had somehow gotten together, mainly because it meant his best friend visited the shop whenever you were working, however, he wasn't as pleased when you both ignored him completely in favour of each other, leaving him to deal with the shop all by himself.

You continued to teach your new boyfriend about all the different types of coffee he was missing out on, soon making your way through the entire menu. He had his favourites, but he always enjoyed whatever you made, purely because you made it - something that whenever he told you that, you would try and climb over the counter to hit him.

He was also prepared for you to try that, even when you were in tears, crying in happiness as he lowered himself onto once knee, the opening line of his proposal being;

“I like you a latte.”

J: this was almost an Akaashi fic, but y’all already know that mans is cultured and don't need no one to teach him about coffee.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #seijoh #aobajohsai #seijoh x reader #aobajohsai x reader

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helenazbmrskai · 3 years

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title ‹ Christmas bribery ›

pairing ‹ soldier!seokjin x oc ›

genre ‹ Christmas/holiday au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst but barely there ›

summary ‹ This is the first time you can’t go home and celebrate Christmas with your family so your mom makes sure you don’t spend the holidays alone happy to learn that Seokjin, your mother’s best friend’s son is taking his annual leave near the 22nd of December from Military services. This story is about the biggest Christmas bribery of the century. ›

warnings ‹ swear words here and there, bad puns? ›

word count ‹ 6.2k ›

notes. I’m here to deliver a light read to set the mood for the holidays and I hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the process of writing it. In this Christmas collab, I had the chance to meet with these amazing people so I’m sharing this story as a gift and as a thank you!

this is part of the Christmas fic collab that was suggested by @kooala please check out the masterpost and enjoy every story we share!

”You did what?!” I feel dizzy due to the sudden movement of my body jerking up in a sitting position, crisscrossing my legs under me as my hand holds up the phone to my right ear a little bit more pressingly after hearing the breaking news. That she tells me with a singing tone sounding so excited but I can’t seem to share her sentiments as the bewilderment decorating my voice is in sharp contrast with the silence that settled on the cosy apartment like a thick feather-filled duvet. Nibbling on my thin lips I locate the single gingerbread scented candle on my desk still illuminating the interior of my messy bedroom the flames licking up the walls and disappearing near the ceiling, creating pretty shapes and lights over the dull paint, it helps me regain my composure before I realise that mom is not yet finished talking.

”Well he needed a place to stay and busses won’t go out because of the upcoming storm his apartment is in Daegu and I’m sure he’ll be tired from the flight.” Flicking on the lights I take in the sight, clothes piled up on the chair’s armrest whilst dirty plates littering every usable surface, fuck, if my room looks like a pigsty I don’t want to imagine how the other rooms are looking right now.

I was so immersed in doing great on my finals that I don’t think I cleaned the space up for a while.

I should start doing my laundry so I have something to wear as I already look to be out of clean t-shirts inspecting the pile of unwashed jeans and other garments, momentarily embarrassed to see I’m also out of room to place new dirty clothes on top of all these.

”What are you implying mother?” Pursing my lips, I honestly start to lose her train of thoughts as her rant goes on and my eyes wander over the state my apartment is in after stressful weeks but knowing her ways she’ll start with building on my conscience until she realises that I’m no longer an unsuspecting five-year-old girl and she��ll pull out the big guns and dust off her bribing skills.

Whatever her plan is, she always makes me go accordingly no matter how much I try to resist or protest and I feel a knot form in my throat at that. If this is about my non-existent dating life again that she called me to discuss in the dread of the night, I swear I’m gonna flip a table or something.

”You remember Sunha’s eldest son?” Answering back with a question as she often likes to do, doesn’t throw me off balance as it used to.

I’m long ago accustomed to getting her ways to twist the conversation to her favour so I’m ready to fire back my reply in the same form matching her up. ”How is your best friend’s son has to do with any of this?” Utterly confused by the mention, that must lace my tone since she lets a lightsome laugh bubble up in her chest I can picture her dimples are showing in full display because of it.

”Did you even pay attention to a word I said?” She sounds more amused than accusing, letting me know that she actually doesn’t mind how my head gets airy sometimes, her playfulness earns a groan from my side of the line, it’s getting pretty late and I have not enough brain cells left for her mind games.

”Spit it out, mom. You know I love you but I had a rough week so spare me of your wicked schemes.” I breathe out the words orbs closing involuntarily as I rest my head against the door frame. Where was I going anyway?

Maybe I should go for a hot chocolate before bed.

It’ll be weird not seeing my family for the holidays but I don’t want my mom to worry about me so I made sure to be extra cheerful all the time when she called only ignored her attempts of reaching me like one or two times as I had to study for two last exams and now that I can finally relax the exhaustion seems to catch up to me. I’m fine being on my own, making food and seasonal sweets while I watch tv without any interruptions, sounds like an excellent plan for Christmas, not caring how loud my music is or how bad my singing voice is under the shower.

No family means sweet alone time awaits, no one will tell me to go to sleep and I didn’t need to worry what kind of a present I should purchase at least for a little while.

”Do you remember Seokjin or not Y/N? This conversation will last longer if you don’t cooperate with me.” I can practically see her eye roll directed at me in front of my eyes despite she’s twenty miles away from here, wishful thinking on my part that she’ll let this conversation go if I ask her to stop beating around the bush.

”I don’t know. Maybe?” A fragment of my memory is triggered by hearing his name, and a scenario appears out of nowhere that was a few years ago in Sunha’s second marriage ceremony as I stand in a pastel lavender dress.

Mother was otherworldly happy for Sunha that day she dragged me with her as she chatted away mixing with the guests until we settled down to our table - when the cake cutting took place - that consisted of the bride and groom themselves and close family members like Sunha’s sons and his significant other’s daughter and, of course, my mother and I was present too.

I remember sitting down and just looking ahead aimlessly when I locked gazes with a handsome man his posture was immaculate and he seemed happy for his mother but couldn’t hide how restlessly he fidgetted in his seat, his eyes couldn’t settle watching only one thing, he even looked skittish as he jumped in his seat when the girl sitting on his left tried to catch his attention. Our eye contact lasted less than five seconds and his presence remained for thirty minutes at most as he apologised to her mother and everyone at the table since he had some urgent affairs to attend to.

I probably looked shocked for the reason that mom whispered the words into my ear when he left so suddenly to make sense of things. ”That’s Jin, her eldest son he serves in the army he probably couldn’t get a full day off because of his duties.” After humming in an understanding gesture I fixed my gaze onto the cake slice in front of me.

I remember that man clearly but with purpose, I don’t elaborate further than that, so she doesn’t have the compromitting piece of information to latch onto and make it a bigger issue. She would be elated to know I do remember Kim Seokjin, well, he’s hard to forget in the first place, he smiled only once as his mother hugged him at the table and even if it lasted for less than a second the expression was captivating. Howbeit if she tells me that she organised a date with him I’m going to slam my head to the closest hard surface I can tell. He’s so out of league and dating someone with such a dangerous profession at that, it’s not going to work, doesn’t matter how much I find him attractive and charming.

”It doesn’t matter I guess. You two could get to know each other eventually as he’ll stay at your apartment.” She drops the bomb before disconnecting the call, she doesn’t even wait for my protests this time around. A groan leaves my lips while I look around the house promptly throwing my phone to land on my bed in the means of letting out some of my frustration. I need to get going and make this house presentable again, that hot chocolate needs to wait I guess.

from: unknown number

[7.22 AM] Hi it’s Seokjin. My plane will take off at 9ish can you send me your address?

Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter I open the message from the unknown number the device almost slips through my fingertips as I rake my eyes over the content hesitant about how to reply I turn to my friend who so generously offered her help to tidy up my living space a little before my unrequested guest arrives. With a broom in her hand, she looks back at my weird facial expression.

”What is it? It’s him?” Gaun asks abandoning her cleaning tools to read the message as well peaking over my shoulder in order to do that. ”He sounds so uptight even in text. Brr.” She shakes her shoulders in simple displeasure that earns an eye roll from me, it’s not that he’ll send hearts when our encounter was years ago for like five seconds. Honestly, I’m surprised that mom and Sunha were able to talk him into this in the first place.

”He’s a soldier Gaun and on the contrary, we don’t know each other he has no reason to be friendly.” Gnawing on my lower lip I click on the message to reply, typing a few lines before I deleted it and rewrote it before hitting send.

[7.34 AM] Hey of course. Call me if you don’t find your way.

[7.34 AM] *google map link attached*

from: Seokjin

[7.35 AM] I will thank you

”Let’s hurry up we don’t have that much time.” I place the phone back on the counter resuming my cleaning and Gaun starts to swipe the floor where she left off all the while I can hear the washing machine work in the distance.

I could feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach when the doorbell finally rang and at the other side of the door, there’s Kim Seokjin in all of his glory, that handsome soldier I got a sneak peek at his mother’s wedding wearing a formal suit and tie combo that he pulled of so nicely. I wipe my hands with a towel leaving the leftover plates in the sink as I rush to open the door for him.

”Hi.” I greet him with a friendly smile plastered on my face, I have to tilt my chin upwards to meet his eyes, he’s even taller than I remembered and he’s wearing his military uniform. My hold on the doorknob tightens how unfairly handsome he is with his hair parted in both sides leaving his forehead uncovered his uniform is well fitted and compliments the curves of his waist and thighs the cherry on top is his platform jet black boots that matches with the colour of his hair that I love so much.

A well trained German Sheppard sits near his foot with his tongue out as soon as I crouch down to pet him so focused on the animal that I almost don’t catch Seokjin’s timid ’hello’ in return, the dog’s tail starts to wag furiously seeing my face at his eye level he throws me off balance as he marches forward for more pets.

”I’m sorry he’s not normally like this.” The handsome boy offers a hand to help me up with a sheepish look, I accept the extended hand with a faint blush ignoring the pain that shoots up to my ass because of the impact with the floor. His hand is bigger than mine as it gets fully enveloped in his warm ones.

”Mom didn’t tell me you have a dog,” I chuckle lightly as I pet the dog’s head one last time unsure what to do with my hand that he no longer holds. ”I mean, she didn’t tell me much just told me you’ll come today.” His unique laugh sounded nice ringing in my ears, it made me smile up at him as he playfully shook his head. It’s weird how relaxed I feel around his presence when I was shaking with nerves just moments prior, and I’m still not entirely comfortable with him but his whole aura has a calming effect on my body. I don’t think I’ve ever met with someone that makes me feel so at ease when it’s basically our first meeting.

”Yeah, well, I think we both got played by our mothers.” I have to agree on that one with him. Realising that we’re still standing in front of my entrance I beckon him to come inside stepping out of the way so he could easily slide his luggage beside him his dog’s paws leave imprints on the clean floor but I don’t mind it as he looks so excited about everything inside sniffing and exploring while Jin tries to make him behave scratching his neck when his dog doesn’t seem to listen to a single word.

”Sorry he’s making a mess.” Seokjin apologises seeing the muddy paw marks after connecting our eyes for a few seconds he follows the steps into the kitchen. ”No Cookie that’s not food for you.” The young soldier immediately runs after his companion when he tries to steal the cinnamon rolls from the kitchen counter and I can’t help but laugh at the sight as he scolds the dog.

This is going to be an interesting holiday season I can already tell.

”I can’t believe this fucking jar.” I contemplate to smash it against the counter after spouting several curse words when a hand landed on mine directly on the jar’s lid, I feel Cookie’s fur brush against my exposed leg having enough evidence to know who’s this arm belongs to and I turn around in a moment of weakness. Jin’s hair rests on the top of his head in a messy style sweat dampening the ends.

”Need some help?” His eyes hold a childlike glow in them as he brushes his fingers against mine replacing my digits with his and the lid pops easily in his hands.

I can’t say this display of physical strength doesn’t make him even more attractive in my eyes I barely pay attention to the fact that he stands so close I can feel his chest meet mine as we breathe handing back the opened strawberry jam.

”Thanks.” I hastily turn to avoid his gaze even though that doesn’t offer much advantage as he leans closer pushing his chest against the line of my back watching as my hands spread the jam over the walnut biscuits.

”Want a taste?” Feeling bolder than usual I face him again holding up a finished treat to his mouth, Jin makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat but parts his lips obediently letting me slip the food between his teeth.

”I’ll leave as a stuffed chicken if you keep feeding me these delicious treats.” Despite the indication, he doesn’t seem against the food I offer as he tries to steal one more from the plate but I pull his hand away curling my fingers around his wrist.

”Let me finish before you devour my hard work you pig.” I roll my eyes watching his childlike antics, he seems to take pleasure in riling me up from time to time. It’s been two days since he and his companion Cookie arrived and things just worked out smoothly Jin is a nice person with horrendous jokes but he does help out a lot around the apartment he even fixed my broken ladder so we can decorate the Christmas tree that he insisted we need to purchase when I told him I was not going to go all out and celebrate this year. After all, I was supposed to be here on my own.

He’s so used to training at headquarters that he leaves every morning to run for an hour before he comes back all sweaty and satisfied finding me eating my breakfast or drinking my coffee it doesn’t matter what’s in my hands he always needs to get the last bites from it. He’s really not good for my heart.

”Since you’re doing the sweets how about I make us lunch today?” Jin asks excitedly resting his head on top of mine gently careful not to put too much weight on me, my heart speeds up at the sweet gesture not trusting my words so I nod instead. One of these days I can’t wrap my head around his intentions, he looks so nonchalant as he does things like resting his head on me or patting my knee when we watch tv together with Cookie curled around us on the couch.

”I can’t work like this.” I use the excuse to separate our bodies, is it just me or the kitchen is getting hotter by every passing second, or it’s just my cheeks heating up due to his body moulding perfectly with mine. It doesn’t help either that I remember he’s sweaty under his shirt after his daily exercise smelling nice when he probably shouldn’t have. I busy my hands to glue the biscuits together with the jam moving slightly to the side a little further from Jin’s warm body, he doesn’t say anything else as he decides to leave the kitchen Cookie stays for the sake of finishing his meal before going on a quest to find his owner leaving me behind with my thoughts.

I wrap things up quickly after that, placing the treats in the middle so Cookie can’t reach it and clean up the jam stains before retreating to my room.

It’s a pleasant surprise to check my phone and see that my mom tried to reach me an hour ago, she’s up uncharacteristically early. Too curious to find out what she wants I dial her number without a second thought, it’s been three days that she called and that time she told me Jin will stay at my place until he has to go back to the army. Whenever I think about that a frown seems to climb its way up to my expression I got used to seeing him around the house that I tend to forget he won’t be around when the new year comes and it’s scary to think about how attached I feel to him or rather how lonely I’ll feel once this is all over. He’s a busy man in general and serving under the Military’s name means he can’t be here when I need him, it would be as painful in the long run as a long-distance relationship would be. Not that I assume he’s interested in me that way.

”Hey mom sorry I didn’t hear your call. Is everything alright?” I press my phone to my left ear, closing the door behind with the help of my foot before sitting down at the edge of my bed. Seokjin’s low hum and the sound of pots and pans indicate that he started soon after I left the kitchen, it’s early to start lunch already but Jin is always restless like that.

He needs to find things to do or fix because he gets bored easily, he told me that when I picked up on his punctuality that he always has to move like a clockwork at the base he developed a habit of making use of himself and he needs to constantly do things to keep his restless energy at bay so he can sleep well at night.

He wakes up exactly at six in the morning every day even without setting up his alarm. I think it’s endearing when he thumps his foot absentmindedly even if he’s watching a movie he’s interested in, legs spread wide in a comfortable position on the sofa, his body just never relaxes completely.

”Yes dear I called early to say Merry Christmas to my baby!” I giggle in response hearing her excitement conveyed through her voice. ”I hope you enjoy your Christmas present.” Her tone turned suggestive and my laughter died down, heat rose to my cheeks and my thoughts spiralled to Seokjin’s direction.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” I glance at the door listening for the noises to make sure Jin can’t hear my flustered tone, he’s still in the kitchen and that helps me relax a little until my mom’s knowing hum filled the silence in the conversation.

”Are you getting on well with Jin right? He’s a real sweetheart so treat him nice ok?” Can’t help but all the more agree with her, he’s very considerate and funny, I think he’s the one who’s treating me nice even though I supposed to be the host, he helps out a lot and good company to be around. He sometimes misplaces my things like moving plates to a higher shelf when he knows I can’t reach it there without his help and he cracks terrible jokes that I secretly like very much and Cookie is the apple of my eye already, I think he listens to me more than he listens to Jin at this point (there might be a tiny connection that I often give him special treats during his owner's absence) and I found it hilarious as he sulks on the couch calling his dog a ’traitor’ when he decides to rest his head on my lap instead of Seokjin’s.

Little things like that make me like Seokjin more and more with each passing day.

”I’m treating him just fine mom he said he gained weight since his arrival blaming it on me, don’t worry and enjoy the holidays with dad, after all, it’s the first time that you two could celebrate with just him after so long.”

”Will do darling. I hope you’ll have a wonderful time as well I know that finals were stressing you out so I hope that you are able to relax now.” We deemed the conversation finished after wishing each other happy holidays again and for once I feel like I can mean my words as I feel relaxed around a certain someone.

”Want to place the star on top?” Jin shoved the decoration piece in front of my face whilst I placed food on the coffee table to feast upon as we watch classic Christmas movies until we can’t keep our eyes open since it’s the first day of Christmas.

”I’m not stepping on that ladder you fixed, it looks like a death trap.” Eyeing all the nails and patches on the poor thing.

”If it can hold my weight so can yours.” Jin states the facts, placing the star into my opened palm with a mischievous grin. ”I’ll hold you so don’t be a baby and decorate with me, it’s not as fun doing it alone.” That pout, dangerous and he knows that I can’t possibly say no to that when he asks me so nicely with that adorable full lips of his.

”If I fall I’m dragging you with me, just saying.” I keep our eye contact to get my point across with a meaningless glare, the corners of my lips twitch to morph into a smile hearing his happy chuckles using that moment to turn to the ladder taking the first step up the stair the scent of Jin’s aftershave hit my sensitive nose feeling his hands curve around my hip squeezing my sides to reassure me he’s here to catch me. I can blame my wobbly legs because of the shaky ladder or on my fear of high places but I can’t fool myself that the delicate shake that overpowers my body is because of the excitement I feel as I daydream about his hands on different parts of my body. It feels nice to be held by him.

”Hold on for deer life then.” A fond smile appears on my face hearing him laugh on the pun he just told me, forget my inner turmoil in the meantime placing the star to add the last piece before we declare it’s complete.

I almost can’t mask the look of disappointment I feel when he lets me go once my feet are planted on the ground the star placed on top.

”Told you it’s safe. I’m here to keep you in one piece, sugar.” His hand landing on the top of my head, caressing my hair for the time length of two outdrawn strokes before he lets his fingers fall beside his body to prop around his hips observing the tree with so much excitement that he failed to see my blush due to the pet name that probably just slipped out without any meaning behind it.

”No Cookie it’s not yours love.” I catch him before he can bite a big chunk out of our late night dinner as we’re not paying attention, it created an opportunity for him that he would’ve been foolish to disregard.

”Cheeky pretty thing just like his owner, huh?” It slips out as I pet Cookie’s head kneading the soft short furs around his ears that he knocks our heads together in beaming excitement because of the affection.

”Cookie really likes you Y/N.” The affectionate gaze he looks at me with knocks the air out of my lungs, it sounded like for a split second that he means he likes me too. Wishful thinking I remind myself before looking away clearing my throat to get things started plopping down onto the couch with a big huff leaving my lips.

”I’m starving, get your fat ass over here so we can watch Grinch.” I beam at him acting like his previous comment doesn’t hit hard as I pull my plate closer taking a bite out of the grilled chicken.

”How rude-olf of you!” He fakes his crocodile tears but as his ass hits the fluffy blanket nearly ripping my hot cocoa out of my hands it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling an ounce of hurt over my words. It’s silent for a while as we bash under the Christmas lights our faces illuminated by the tv munching on our food and sweets laid out before us Cookie resting on the rug near our feet.

”It’s been a while since I had such a nice Christmas.” Jin sighs burrowing his face onto my shoulder I can feel his breath fan over my skin the movie is long forgotten as I let his words sink in. Tired to fight the urge I tilt my head to rest it against his the moment appears to be too intimate for strangers let alone friends. ”You smell nice too.” I feel his nose around my neckline turning further into me as he inhales the scent of my hair, maybe it’s because it’s getting late but I let the feelings wash over me.

”Did you drink from my mother’s ’secret Santa’ labelled punch or something? I told you she’s a witch when it comes to alcoholic beverages.” I laugh lightheartedly and Jin follows suit hitting my left thigh when his laugh makes me laugh harder that results in my stomach twisting in pain from all the giggling even so as he starts to tickle me to take his revenge. He manhandles me with ease as he pins my wrists with one hand over my head ticking my torso with the other straddling my hip so he can restrict my squirming under him.

”You’re stronger! That’s not fair Jin.” I whine under his crushing weight, cheeks flushed from the exercise and his close proximity an innocent smile lits up his entire face as he regards me under his form, the Christmas lights are illuminated in his dark orbs creating a pretty image of him. Hair sticking to every questionable direction full lips stretched to house his angelic smile warm radiating from his body so close to mine.

I wish this moment could last forever.

”What are you thinking about?” Tilting his head in question he looks into my eyes with a fierce expression, I gulp not knowing to say the truth or come up with something on the spot. I decided it’s time for the truth.

”That I..” My sentence gets interrupted by Cookie’s barking I haven’t realised that he around the time we were occupied left his spot and watched us with curious eyes. He licked both of our faces as soon as he had the attention and Jin got up from the couch to pet him as Cookie nudged him with his nose to show him his empty bowl.

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t. Right. What was I thinking? Seokjin is never home he serves the country all the time, married to his work to the extent that he has no time left for himself, he doesn’t have the capacity to form a serious relationship with me and he’s probably not looking for love either.

It’s for the best that we separate after the new year.

I formed a plan after almost confessing my love for him to avoid any other scenarios like this in the future, to be honest, I hated it but there’s no other way for me to get over him quickly even if my heart told me I should enjoy my little time left with him I choose to ignore his attempts at spending quality time with me.

If he asked for a movie night I told him I was busy or tired I took my meals to my room telling him that I need to pick up my studying schedule for the next semester, I had the most ridiculous reasons and I’m sure he figured me out after the second time I dismissed our plans and I can’t say seeing him hurt over my words and futile attempts at lying doesn’t felt like I was stabbed with a dozen knives into my heart.

I should have stopped myself before I got too deep because now I’m hurting both of us even if he’s only mourning for a lost friend.

A scratching noise interrupted the flow of my thoughts I tiptoe all the way to the door looking around before my eyes land on a restless Cookie. He reminds me so much of his owner but he normally stays with Jin I wonder what is he doing here scratching on my door. Is he out perhaps?

”What’s wrong? You seem sad.” I crouch to his level so I can caress his fur and his tail begin to wag instantly when I pull back Cookie grabs my sleeve with his teeth careful not to hurt me before he pulls me out of my room. I try to regain my footing but he pulls me harder until my door shuts behind my back.

”Cookie. What’s up with you suddenly?” I ask him even if I know there’s no reply to wait for I observe his body language before realisation lit up in my round orbs. ”You want me to follow you somewhere sweetheart?” Hearing that he let go suddenly making me lose my balance and collide with the floor cushioning the hit with my butt just like the first time I met him when he nearly run me over with excitement. He tumps his foot as he walks away hardly leaving enough time to catch up to him. He sits down in front of Seokjin’s door, or precisely the guest room he occupies for a short period I remind myself. My eyes soften after noticing it’s his way of showing that he doesn’t want us to part in bad terms. He’s smart.

I take in a deep breath mulling over if I should talk to Jin but looking at Cookie’s hopeful eyes I can’t possibly turn around and ignore this anymore. Jin deserves a better explanation than just accepting the fact one day I ghosted him.

I raise my hand to knock on his door when I hear his voice, he’s talking to someone over the phone since I didn’t hear the front door opening or closing that would mean we have a guest and I don’t think he would invite someone here without discussing it with me, no matter if we are in speaking terms or not.

”I don’t know what happened. I thought we are good but then the next day she didn’t want to do anything with me. I’m confused.” Is he talking about me? To whom? I know eavesdropping is bad but I can’t make my body pull away from the door as I listen intently. I don’t hear what the person from the other side says only Jin’s answers that I’m able to make out as I press my ear to the smooth surface.

”Of course I tried talking to her mom! What if I said or did something that made her hate me? I don’t want to leave like this, we had so much fun. I don’t want it to end this way.” Jin groaned frustratedly while listening to his mom, hearing his voice so worried and tense talking to his loved one about me that knows me very well, I feel ten times worse for ignoring him without giving him an honest explanation.

”I like her mom, but maybe it’s already too late.”

Retreating to my room in sheer panic when he cuts the line to afraid to be caught to rationalise the words I overheard. He likes me too.

All this time I thought that my feelings are not reciprocated whilst in reality I’m just a big coward, I hid behind the fabricated words that his profession is something that doesn’t sit well with me and he has no time to have a girlfriend, but I never tried asking what he wanted. If he wanted to give us a chance or not.

These thoughts plagued my mind until I fall asleep that night, however, tomorrow will be something different.

”Good morning.” I greet Seokjin as he walks out with only his sweatpants on eyes puffy from sleep, he’s so startled by my voice that he jumps at least five centimetres above the ground and the chuckle I let out witnessing his fright confuses him more.

”Uh, good morning.” He replies, at last, passing my form to pull out a mug probably for his morning coffee but I have his fill in my hand while mine is placed on the counter next to my hip. ”The ghost of Christmas visited you last night or something?” Jin watches my form suspiciously but accepting the steaming cup of coffee with a soft ’thanks’ rolling off of his tongue.

”Something like that. Can we talk?” I meet his gaze shyly picking up on my nervous habit as I nibble on my lower lip his eyes soften up.

”Yeah, let’s sit.” He prompts and I nod following his figure to the dining table where we sit on the opposite sides of it. We drink our beverages in peace for a few minutes before I lick my lips nervously opening my mouth to talk.

”I like having you here Jin. This Christmas with you was wonderful even your bad puns are surprisingly funny.” The man in front of me giggles at that, hearing that I had fun with him dismissed some of his insecurities and he looks more relaxed sitting before me sipping on his drink occasionally, waiting.

”I’m sorry for ignoring you it was very childish of me and you deserve an explanation. If I’m being honest you scare me.” His eyebrows shoot up at the mention and I’m eager to make things clear. I don’t want him to take my words literally. ”Or maybe it’s me. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I like you a lot. It scares me because you’re a soldier and you’re never home and I would be so worried wondering about if you are safe.”

”Even if I say all of that I couldn’t make myself to unlike you because you’re funny bad pun or not, caring and affectionate and too good for this world...I just really like you.”

Shying away from his intense stare I choose to observe the rim of my mug watching the dark liquid swirl in my cup when a finger tapped on my chin to look up. The brightest smile adorned Jin’s face that is so close our noses almost touch.

”I normally hate to say that our moms were right all along but right now I’m just glad that they made us spend this Christmas together.” Seokjin’s forehead knocks against mine as we laugh, nodding subtly to avoid more damage as my smile spreads wider I notice how Jin’s eye keeps looking between my eyes and lips and I can’t wait for him to finally reduce the short distance closing my eyes to fully appreciate his finger caressing my jaw, cupping my face letting our breaths entangle for a short second before I get to taste the coffee on his lips.

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Self-shipping questions for you and Levi:

How did you two meet and what were your first impressions of each other?

How compatible are your zodiac signs?

What about love languages?

Romantic trope?

Omg Dory I LOVE YOU 💘 hold on while I drag Levi out of his shell and get him to answer too hehe.

How did you two meet and what were your first impressions of each other?

SNK!canonverse

Cadet!Rei: It was lunch time at the Mess Hall, and we were queuing up to collect our food. I was absolutely famished, so once I collected my tray I turned around and zoomed towards an empty table. Who knew that Heichou was standing merely a few feet away from me and guess what, I bumped into him and soup splashed onto his cravat :c

Captain Levi: Stupid brat here chose to piss me off on the wrong day, that is all I can say.

Cadet!Rei: I was so scared, and I quickly apologised and offered to wash his cravat. Heichou took his cravat off, threw it at my face, called me shitty brat, and walked off. I felt so humiliated, but at least I'm still alive.

Captain Levi: You're lucky I didn't ask you to run laps around the training site.

Cadet!Rei: A few days later, I returned the washed cravat to Heichou, and gave him a tin of biscuits from my hometown for him to go along with his tea. Heichou nearly threw his pen at me and chased me out of his office for crossing the line.

Cadet!Rei: However, a few weeks later, I was tasked by my group leader to deliver a report to Levi Heichou. Gingerly entering his office, I saw Heichou sitting by his desk with a cup of tea. The tin of biscuits I gave him was half empty. I gave him the report, and cheekily told him I can give him more of the biscuits if he liked it. Heichou told me to scram off, but I left his office with a slight skip in my step.

Captain Levi: ... Erwin ate them, not me.

Cadet!Rei: Nonsense. I know you ate them! My first impression of Levi Heichou...? Hmm.. I thought he was evil, because he threw his cravat in my face >:( but then, I tried appeasing him by giving him biscuits to go with his tea and yay it worked! Heichou always looks like he is angry at you, but deep down he is a very nice person. He's always busy with his squad activities but he tries to make time to watch us train.

Captain Levi: My first impression of her was shit, because she walked into me with a tray of food, and dirtied my clothes? But for some reason, when she was staring up at me with those wide eyes of hers, I... couldn't bear to scold her like how I would to the other cadets...

Modern!au

Rei: Levi and I met at work. He was my supervisor, and I was immediately attracted to his visuals. He has amazing work ethics too! Once, I forgot to get Levi's signature for an important document, so I texted him first. He already left, but drove all the way back to the office, and even bought me dinner because I was working OT.

Levi: Well... I guessed she was hungry so I bought her a bento, and some fruit juice. The least I could do because she left the document in my office but I forgot to sign it.

Rei: Sweet of him, right? Levi eventually started buying dinner for me every time I needed to do OT. And somehow without me telling, he always buys me food that I am craving! Oh, and one day, he bought me cake too! But then... *giggles* do you want to tell them the story, love?

Levi: Tch, fine. I liked her for a while, so during one of her OT sessions, I bought her dinner and a slice of cake with the words "be mine" written on top with icing.

Rei: My first impression of him was really pleasant! He had such a handsome face, nice hair, good fashion sense... oh and he's really meticulous too, unlike me!

Levi: My first impression of this silly girl? Tch, she was late on her first day of work. But, she made it up for it by making my tea every day during her 3-month probation. I was impressed by her tenacity and her kindness.

How compatible are your zodiac signs?

Rei: Levi is a Capricorn, while I am a Pisces. Capricorn males are known to be very stable and reliable, and Levi is proof of that statement! He is always there for me whenever I need him, and he is amazing in supporting me when I am down. I'm a dreamer and often unrealistic, so having Levi by my side really keeps me grounded.

Levi: No idea what these zodiac crap means but... she's amazing too. I hate that she cries so easily all the time, but her emotional side taught me to be true to my own feelings too. And... she really takes care of me well. She's so selfless and kind, and she made me become a more caring person too. She reminds me of my mother, in a good way of course.

What about love languages?

Rei: I give love in physical touches and acts of service, and I receive them in physical touch and acts of services. Levi gives love in acts of service and words of affirmation, and receives them in quality time and acts of service.

Rei: I'm always asking him for hugs and kisses, and sometimes Levi says I'm annoying but he doesn't mean it at all hehe. Therefore we show our love mostly through acts of service. We give each other massages after a long day at work, we split the chores. He runs the bath for me when I'm tired, and I make him bento lunch every day.

Levi: This brat here is always asking me to kiss her and hold hands... tch. Will you die if I don't hold your hands when we're out?

Rei: Obviously? We're a couple how can we not hold hands when we're out?

Levi: ... see what I mean? She's annoying.

Romantic trope?

Rei: Friends to lovers. I am a huge sucker for them!!!!! I love a slow brewing romance, so friends to lovers and childhood friends to lovers are like the sweetest thing ever!! Like Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter franchise, Cloud and Tifa from Final Fantasy VII, or Kudou Shinichi and Mouri Ran from the Detective Conan series!

Levi: What the heck is a trope?

Rei: It's like a theme, you grandpa. There's so many...? Enemies to lovers, soul mates, love triangle...

Levi: ... Is love at first sight a trope then?

The Love Of My Life | Self-Ship Sunday

#fierydiamond.asks #rei.answers #self-ship sunday #levi x rei #reivi #i'm cringing at this btw #but then #i feel so happy #ahhhhhhhhhh #ilu dory!!!!!! <3

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Late Birthdays

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx : Well what about a gwen Stacy one, like she was supposed to take yn on a date for her bday but there was trouble somewhere and yn hadn't told her ( doesn't know she's a superhero) so yn thinks she's just forgotten and Gwen comes back and she tries to apologise but yn is really sad and everything about it since this was gonna be the first time she really celebrated it with someone that wasn't family? And in the end Gwen reveals shes spider gwen (spider woman?!?!) Like shes still wearing the outfit but has like a hoodie over it or something and yeah shes gives her a cute gift. Hope that wasn't too much lol

Word Count: 2,373 (long but angsty and fluffy in the end)

A/N: This took me two days, a sprained elbow and literally two hours of frustration but oh so worth it

Streamers and balloons filled the walls, music played from the corner of your room as the smell of pizza filled the air. Most of your guests had already arrived, they were making their way through the food and complimenting the decorations Gwen and her band had set up earlier.

You had never been one to make a big deal about your birthday, but your girlfriend and her band had managed to convince you otherwise. So far, it was turning out better than you expected. All you needed now was for Gwen to finally arrive, she was supposed to come with MJ but they were already late.

“Happy birthday!” MJ wished, grinning as you opened the front door. She held a small bag in her hands, you grinned and pulled her into a tight hug before taking her inside. There was no one with her, you assumed Gwen would be coming soon.

“Thank you!” You grinned, opening the bag when she slapped your hand, putting it away for later. You rolled your eyes at her antics as she slung one arm over your shoulder. The redhead had been one of your closest friends, she had been the one to introduce you to Gwen.

“So who else is coming?” MJ asked, walking inside to greet the rest of your guests. She bit her lip, checking her phone for texts from Gwen. The blonde wasn’t replying to any of her frantic texts, she was going to be too late.

“The rest of the band,” You gestured to the girls who stood in the corner, trying to steal pizza from someone else. “a few other friends and my girlfriend.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow while picking up a slice. Gwen had gone official with you only a few weeks before, she was surprised you were already calling her your girlfriend.

“By girlfriend, you mean the dorky guitarist in our band?” MJ joked, you laughed and slapped her shoulder playfully.

“Yep.” You nodded, picking up a slice, and enjoying your birthday.

The party progressed, you frantically asked MJ when Gwen would arrive.

But the redhead didn’t know either, she tried to distract you from it though. But you heard some of the people talking about how you’d showed off about your girlfriend who never showed up.

The blonde should have been there hours ago. You remembered vividly how she was eagerly planning the party for your birthday. Gwen was not the kind of person to stand someone up like this. Especially since she knew how much this meant to you. This was one of the few times you had a party, but this was the first time you were dating someone who organized the party.

It meant a lot to you, it made it hurt even more to know she missed it.

But you didn’t know why she was missing it. Today was one of the few times Gwen was hoping nothing would come up. But an idiot was robbing the bank and causing a ruckus with a hostage situation. Gwen had gone in thinking it would take a few minutes, but guns and hostages too longer than she had thought.

Once it was all over, she looked at her watch to see she had missed your party by hours. There was no way you’d been waiting for her this long. Gwen loved being spider woman, but she wished it didn’t take so much her of her time away from you.

“Damnit,” Gwen cursed, unzipping her bag quickly. It was hours after she was supposed to be there for your birthday.

The cupcake in her bag was slightly crushed, but the necklace she had gotten you was still there. There wasn’t enough time for her to change, she put on her spare white hoodie over the suit. From afar, it looked like just a hoodie and a pair of leggings, nothing like a spider suit.

Running as fast as she could, she made her way to your door. Eventually stopping her panting, she knocked on your door rapidly, hoping you would open up. She had promised to attend your party then go somewhere with you afterward.

But she had let you down.

“Look who finally showed up.” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at her. Gwen winced at your hard expression. You had the right to be furious with her and shut her out, maybe even break up with her. But she hoped you wouldn’t, even if she couldn’t tell you why she missed what was important to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry-” She began to apologize, but you weren’t listening.

You had already turned around after trying to slam the door in her face. Gwen stopped the door with her foot and walked inside. All of the decorations she had helped set up were still there, but everyone had left. The food was eaten, the cake was gone, the balloons were on the ground after being hit around for hours.

“Save it,” You sneered, sitting down in a chair.

“I had to celebrate with the people who thought my girlfriend was coming.” You gestured to the mess of streamers and balloons around you. The despondence and the embarrassment of the whole situation flowing out of your mouth.

“Every person who came, they asked me when you’re coming.” You glared at her, sighing and sitting down on the chair. “You stood me up, Gwen.”

“I know,” Gwen sighed, moving to stand in front of you.

When you didn’t look up, she knelt in front of you, her hands resting on your knees. You refused to look her in the eyes. The anger was clear, you were hurt when she didn’t show up. You hated shouting at her, being angry with her. But you were hurt, badly.

“I didn’t mean to, some things just came up.” She confessed, biting her lip when she noticed her secret almost left her.

You deserved to know why she left randomly whenever you were spending time together, you deserved to know more than anyone. But if she told you, if you got hurt because of her, she couldn’t live with another regret.

“Clearly ‘things’ are more important,” You scowled, pushing her hands away from your knees. “why did you even bother showing up?”

“Because I care!” Gwen exclaimed, stepping away from you but still trying to make eye contact with you. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, turning angrier by the second.

“Do you?” You scoffed, unbelieving. Gwen looked at you pleadingly, almost begging you to forgive her. Blue eyes stared at your face but you refused to look at her.

“Yes,” She insisted, reaching into her bag.

“I brought you something,” The blonde continued rummaging in her bag, trying to take out the cupcake. Some icing got on her hands, she winced at the feeling.

“Gwen, I don’t care.” You sighed, your words stopping her movements. Your girlfriend turned to face you, an apologetic look on her face. You sighed and leaned forwards.

“Whatever you were doing before is more important, just.” Biting your lip, you shut your eyes hard to prevent your tears from breaking out.

“Can I at least know what you were doing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously. There had to be a decent reason she wasn’t there for you. Some explanation as to why she ran off at random times. You wanted to know.

“No,” Gwen answered instantly, surprising you. There was a conflict in her eyes, but her decision seemed final.

“Then why are you even here?!” You shouted, anger bubbling to the surface. Whatever was more important to her than you, there was no reason for her to be here.

Thoughts raced in Gwen’s head. You should know why it seemed only right for you to know. There still would be the risk of you getting hurt because of her. But protecting you from that by not telling you seemed selfish, especially after seeing how much she had already hurt you.

“If what you refuse to tell me was so important-”

“I’m spider woman,” Gwen stated, cutting you off. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed.

“And I’m Batman.” You quipped, dead serious.

“I’m serious,” The blonde said, biting her lip as not to laugh at your response.

“No, you’re not,” You sighed, about to leave when Gwen quickly took off her hoodie to reveal the suit underneath. The hoodie was discarded on the side as the blonde remained in the suit, the mask peeking out from the hoodie pocket.

You’d never seen spider woman in person, only a few times when you thought you were being followed. But you’d seen her on the news. The entire city seemed to believe she had killed Peter Parker. You’d been friends with Peter, you knew he had poisoned himself, spider woman had been trying her best, Gwen had been trying her best.

“Holy shit you’re spider woman?!” You exclaimed, surprise and shock filling you. The suit was skintight, you bit your lip as your eyes moved over her.

“I couldn’t come because some idiot decided to rob a bank to celebrate your birthday.” Gwen sighed, looking down in embarrassment.

“Honestly,” You chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “that’s the reasoning I expected the least.”

Gwen lifted the mask, fidgeting with it as she thought about your words. You’d thought of more reasons than her.

“What did you expect?” Your girlfriend asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, leaning against the dining table. “you forgot, your car broke down and you refused to walk,

“Nothing as good as this anyway.” You finished, gesturing to her suit.

“So,” Gwen bit her lip and lifted the mask a little.” you’re okay with this?”

Her eyes gauging your reaction carefully. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Her fear was you would push her away, consider her a murder. But you seemed to be surprised, sarcastic even. The anger from before was still visible, but there was more surprise than anger now.

“My girlfriend is kicking people’s asses every day and is on the news secretly,” You smiled as you watched your girlfriend giggle. “why wouldn’t I be?”

“Thank you for not asking if you can tell everyone.” Gwen laughed, shaking her head as she remembered MJ’s reaction. The redhead had been found out by accident when the mask had torn. Her reaction had been disastrous, she had almost let the entire block know she was spider woman by screaming.

“God no, I’m not that dumb.” You muttered, a small smile on your face. The frustration in the air had faded. Neither of you knew where to go from here. Gwen wanted to make this up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to ask you.

Glancing at her bag, an idea came to her. The present and cupcake was still unrevealed, she could give it to you before making it up to you.

“Close your eyes,” Gwen said, you turned to face her in confusion.

“What, why?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“So I can make it up to you.” She smirked, you rolled your eyes and obeyed.

“Fine,” You grumbled, closing your eyes and clamping your hands over them.

“Open them on the signal,” Gwen instructed, rummaging in her bag.

The box with the necklace had a little icing on it, she hastily rubbed it away and pulled out the cupcake. The box for it was completely crushed, the icing was everywhere. Gwen tried to fix it, straightening up the wrapper and trying to make it look presentable.

When she set everything up, she smirked as she thought of a signal. Leaning in towards you, she kissed you gently on the lips. Fear you might still be angry began to fill her until she felt you kiss back, hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into you, sighing softly. Out of breath, she pulled away, a hot blush on her cheeks.

“We should test that signal more often.” You remarked, a smug grin on your face as you opened your eyes.

“Shut up,” Gwen laughed, handing you the small necklace and the slightly crushed cupcake.

You laughed at her reaction and opened the necklace box. Inside, there was your birthstone on a golden chain. The chain wasn’t too fancy, it was minimalistic enough to wear anywhere. You twirled it on your hands, watching it shine in the light.

“I was originally gonna get the ring but then it looked too much like an engagement ring,” Gwen explained, scratching the back of her neck bashfully.

“It’s better this way,” You marveled at it before handing it to her. “help me put it on?”

Gwen moved to stand behind you, easily undoing the clasp and putting it on. She tapped the side of your neck when she was done, letting you put your hair back on your neck.

“Did you bake that?” You asked about the cupcake on the table.

Gwen hummed as she finished putting on the necklace. You moved to take a bite of it, eyes widening at the taste as you turned to face her.

“Wow, spider woman, a cute necklace and a muffin,” You grinned, finishing the cupcake. “I got the whole package.”

“Sorry, the package came late.” Gwen apologized, shuffling her feet with a small smile on her face. It seemed your anger was gone, but her guilt remained. But there were ways she could make it up to you.

“I can make it up to you with a date.” She said, smiling at you.

“I think I’d like that.” You replied, reaching forwards and taking her hand. Your girlfriend squeezed your hand gently. Her strength just enough to make you feel safe, never to hurt you.

“It wasn’t a question babe,” Gwen said, pecking you on the cheek and leading you out. You laughed and followed her out.

The rest of the day, Gwen spent spoiling you. You went around the city, pointing out random things you wanted to do or buy. The blonde eagerly bought them for you, doing whatever you wanted to do.

You couldn’t have asked for anything more, the frustration had faded away into happiness at being around her. Every second of it was amazing.

Gwen had let you down a little, but she still made sure you had the best birthday. After all, you were her girlfriend.

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYY! And please tell me what you think!

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years

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Coffee, Crushes and Complications 2

Okay, this was prompted a lot by the lovely @headfulloffantasy @nobodygtb2 and two anons! I hope I could do the demand justice!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Prequel] [Part1] [Part3] [Part4]

Tina sighed. She didn’t even have to look up to know who was approaching her first thing the next morning. The RK900 stopped at a respectful distance to her desk and clasped his hands behind his back. He opened his mouth, but Tina interrupted before a single word left his lips. ‘Yes, I think Gavin meant what he said to you yesterday. No, I don’t think he wants to see you again. No, I don’t know how you can win him over.’ The android looked at her in confusion, closed his mouth and opened it again. ‘Don’t try telling me you don’t have a crush on this man’, Tina just warned. The RK900 sighed deeply and pulled over a chair from the neighbouring booth sitting down in front of her. ‘First off, I don’t have a crush, I just admire his work and Reed seems like an extraordinary person-‘ ‘That’s kind of a crush though.’ ‘I don’t-‘ RK900 stopped and grinded his teeth in frustration. ‘Listen, I just want to apologize.’ ‘Yeah, because the last time you tried it worked perfectly’, Tina teased. ‘Maybe it’s because I approached him unexpectedly? Maybe if I could ask for a-‘ ‘A date?’ ‘A meeting’, he stressed. ‘So we can properly talk about it.’

Tina kneaded her forehead. ‘Listen, Rich, you are talking about Gavin Reed here. The guy can’t stand talking properly about anything. And I thought you got his message last time: He doesn’t want your apology. He is happy, he found his place in life. I don’t think your apology will mean much to him. Especially when you have done nothing wrong.’ She looked the android in the eyes. ‘Drop that damn apology. You did apologise and Gavin didn’t care. That’s your part done. Except if what you want from him is more than just that.’ The RK900 glared at her. ‘Hey, all I’m saying is you could ask him out like any normal person.’ ‘I am only interested in having my apology heard’, RK900 spat with a blue-tinted face, then he rolled the chair back and left Tina giggling. Yeah. Sure.

‘Don’t get too used to these snacks’, Gavin laughed as his cat basically inhaled the slimy paste Elijah pressed out of the tube. ‘Daddy did get a raise, but I can’t compete with Eli.’ ‘Oh, I don’t think you will wither away to nothing’, Eli laughed petting Bready with a smile. ‘You get fatter every time I visit.’ ‘Hey, that’s not true’, Gavin protested. ‘You are a lady! Don’t listen to him!’ Eli put away the cat snacks and went back to Gavin on his couch where the cold beer was slowly warming up. ‘Now, tell me, with whom did you sleep to get this raise?’ ‘With your mom’, Gavin muttered back what had Eli nearly choking on his drink. ‘God, Gavin, your mom jokes? Really?’ ‘Hey, with us it’s funny because I can actually say it without bashing myself.’ ‘Still gross.’ ‘Maybe.’

‘So you won’t tell me?’ ‘Urgh, I will but it’s not that interesting. Just embarrassed some rich asshole on camera and made him spill all his shit as he tried to get back on track.’ ‘Do I have to worry?’ Gavin laughed and boxed his shoulder. ‘Hey, not anymore. These days you stopped being a rich asshole. Now you are just rich. I mean come on, you basically presented the police the culprits on a silver plate. Not many people in your position would do this.’ ‘It’s bad for business if someone would find out’, Eli shrugged. ‘Better to get these idiots out of the way now and use it to better our image.’ Gavin looked over to his brother suspiciously. ‘Also androids are people now and it’s against the law to try force them back to be slaves.’ ‘Sure, that one too’, Eli grinned. ‘Seems like you compete hard to regain the title of rich asshole…’ ‘Nah, I’m just getting on your nerves, brother, believe me. I love Chloe like a daughter, even if I wanted to, she wouldn’t let me.’

They sat next to each other for a while and watched how Bready tried to hustle another snack from Elijah. ‘And, any plans for the future?’, Eli asked finally, lifting up his cat to pet her what she accepted begrudgingly playing for the long game. ‘For the future? Hmm, not phcking up what I worked for I guess.’ ‘I meant personally. Are you considering dating again?’ ‘Says the man who decided that he’s fine alone.’ ‘I am’, Eli stressed, allowing no further discussion. ‘But doesn’t mean that’s the life for you.’ Gavin sighed and leaned his head back on the rest closing his eyes. ‘I’m not saying I didn’t consider it. But I’m a bit tired of it. I mean dates and getting to know people is fine, but… Most of the time it’s just an excuse for one-night stands and if I looked for that, I wouldn’t have put in all that effort of trying to figure out whether we fit together or not, you know?’ ‘My little brother being romantic? Is the world ending?’ ‘I mean, I’m successful and happy, might as well… But nah, maybe I am romantic, but I’m done having fun and playing around, I would like something constant in my life. Damn, maybe I’m just getting old?’ Eli laughed. ‘Hey, it’s valid. I understand you. Maybe you could ask Tina, she seems to have a good nose for people.’ ‘Right’, Gavin resigned. ‘”Hey, Tina, didn’t you date a few guys in the beginning? Any of them still available?” Real good idea.’ ‘Just trying to help.’ ‘I know. Let’s talk about something else, okay?’

Elijah had stayed late and although he had helped, Gavin still was left trying to tidy up the kitchen in the evening. After he finally finished cleaning, he decided to check his phone and then head in for the night. It should turn out being a mistake:

>Hello Mr. Reed. >I am sorry for this unexpected message. I found your number by interfacing with Tina’s phone because I don’t know how to reach you any other way. >You have told me you don’t want my pity. I understand that. But I hope you understand my situation as well. I still feel guilty. But I know another apology won’t be accepted by you. >Instead, maybe we could meet for a coffee? To talk about it and get to know each other? From what I’ve seen in your work you are a very interesting man. >I’m sorry if this sounded weird. >I’m new to texting. >Please let me know if that would be acceptable.

Gavin frowned. He had immediately connected the messages to belong to the other Connor, this… Richard? But why did this android bother him again after he basically – no, literally told him to phck off? He read the texts again and hovered over the keyboard. Should he ignore it? Text back? And in what way? He was tempted to just write where the android could stick his words, but it seemed to be a honest concern of the RK. Hell, maybe e should agree just to get rid of him? A part of him was interested in knowing who the new guy was that had replaced him. A part of him he never acknowledged, because he was over his last life, he was over and done with it. He had become better. He had grown. Maybe he should do the right thing and indulge the stupid android. He sighed and began typing.

Fine.< When and where?<

RK900 couldn’t believe what he saw on the display of his phone. >I’m here, where the fuck are you? Well, he couldn’t believe the human had agreed to it in the first place. After how abrasive he had been when they had met in the coffee shop… but well, here they were and RK900 knew he just had to wait and see how it would go. I am sitting at the table in the corner. I see you.< Already got us coffee and something to eat I hope you like.< ‘Damn persistent bot you are’, Gavin sighed as he went over to the table where the Connor-lookalike sat. ‘You agreed to it’, the android shrugged. ‘Yeah, I guess I have. Truth to be told, I don’t really know why. I was a bit tipsy, but that’s no explanation.’

RK900 didn’t know how to answer to that and just pushed the coffee and a slice of cake over to the human, who huffed with a smile. ‘At least I do like what you decided to get. By the way, you don’t have to pay for this shit, okay?’ ‘You didn’t accept my apology. See it as indulging an android’s bad conscience.’ Gavin shrugged again and took the first fork of cake. ‘Hey, not saying no to free food.’ ‘Good to hear as I can’t eat it.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yes. Everything liquid is… fine, although a bit of a mess later on.’ ‘But still you drink coffee?’ ‘Like the taste.’ Gavin smirked, but otherwise said nothing until he had downed half his cake.

‘Alright, bot, what did you want to talk about?’, Gavin asked. ‘My name is Richard.’ ‘That’s a shit name, Dick.’ ‘Please don’t call me that.’ ‘Sure as hell won’t call you Richard. That’s a grandfather’s name. Chose it yourself?’ ‘No’, the android sighed. ‘But it’s what most people called me after I said it’s a name I would consider.’ Gavin huffed from his nose at that. ‘Yeah that sucks.’ ‘I mean I do like it in a way. But I still consider myself RK900.’ ‘Okay, I get how people call you Richard now.’

‘Anyways, what I really wanted to talk about was you.’ ‘Me?’, Gavin asked. ‘Really, that’s a bad decision.’ ‘I am amazed of your work.’ ‘Okay?’ ‘And how you managed to solve some cases… I truly hope to one day be as good as you were.’ Gavin looked the android in the eyes trying to figure out if this was a joke. It wasn’t. Gavin cringed a bit as he answered: ‘Well, I’m sure it’s just experience. Was in this job for seventeen years. You learn a thing or two.’ ‘But you proved remarkable talent from the very beginning’, the android pointed out. ‘Listen, you don’t need to be nice to me. I was a real asshole. I was good at one thing and one thing only and that was my job. I sucked at everything else.’ ‘I’m sure Tina would beg to differ.’ ‘Differing is her phcking hobby.’ That actually made the android laugh. It sounded weird and mechanical. ‘Oh, that’s a good one, need to remember that.’

Gavin looked at the android who grinned wide and caught himself smiling too. Immediately he willed it away. This was supposed to be a one-time thing. Letting the android talk about what bothered him and then never see him again. But… When had he decided that? He thought about what his therapist had told him. Change your old behaviours if you want to change how people see you and better yourself, fake it if you must. Was this old Gavin speaking? Or new Gavin? Phck.

‘She really can be a pain in the ass’, Richard - RK900 – whatever – ripped him out of his thoughts. ‘But she is a good friend.’ ‘You two are friends?’ ‘Yes. She honoured your promise by the way. She never talked about you. That’s actually what made me want to know you for a long time.’ ‘For a long time?’, Gavin asked, lifting one brow. ‘I mean, if you haven’t been active very long I guess everything is a long time. But no, I read a lot about you when I started to work at the police, and I wanted to know the man behind the name.’

Gavin was a bit weirded out and some part of him wanted to shut this conversation down immediately. But he decided against it. Maybe this was worth a shot. ‘Well, then ask away. I’m not that interesting but go ahead.’ Apparently that had been the only sign the android had needed because the questions started to come down like rain: ‘What kind of music do you like?’ ‘Are you a dog person?’ ‘Any hobbies?’ ‘How did you find your new job?’ ‘What’s the name of your cat?’ Initially Gavin had thought to spend an hour max at this café with the android. But the hours flew past as he answered the android’s questions and listened as he shared information on the different topics himself. And as they stood up and left the café with them both awkwardly standing on the street in front of it, Gavin realised he actually had enjoyed this day quite a lot. He looked up at the android, who rubbed his neck and… was that a blush? When they made eye-contact, RK900 spoke up, obviously self-conscious: ‘I… I really liked talking to you, Gav- Mr. Reed?’ ‘Gavin is fine. And I think I- No, I enjoyed it too. You are a nice person. You deserve the job you got, okay?’ And if he hadn’t been sure before, now that blue tint unmistakably was a blush.

‘Would you-‘ ‘Would you like-‘ They looked at each other and burst into laughter. It was Gavin, who recovered first and nodded. ‘Yeah. I would like. Next weekend? Same place same time?’ ‘Gladly.’

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Elijah Kamski #WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE TOGETHER??? I can't understand it.#soft Nines #Damn I wanted to include how Nines becomes Gavin's nickname for RK900 and he likes it a lot. So he is Richard for work and Nines in private #Because I like all names for RK900 but Nines is in my heart #I'll stop rambling

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Chapter 3

Hi all and welcome to chapter 3.

So, thing are starting to happen and, alas, angst has decided to come and pay a visit. I used HoF for a bit of inspiration.

Some Gaelic for you: suidh sìos - sit down

The light issue at the very beginning: Yes, in Scotland, in the summer, it can get quite difficult to sleep. Day are super long and it's easy to have light until late and back again at 3am.

I have read it twice before posting. But I had a very long day at work and if I have left some typos I apologise.

Happy reading!

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Aelin had woken up early that morning. She had forgotten to close the curtains the previous night. She had gotten home quite late from her trip and she was grateful that the supermarket stayed open until late because she still had to buy food for the house. She had whipped up a quick dinner, a shower and then she had tucked herself on the chair in her room. It was so bright outside that she could not force herself to go to bed. Eventually tiredness caught up with her and she gave up. Because she forgot to close the curtains, now it was broad daylight even if it was just 4am. She rolled on the other side and tucked her head under the pillow and went back to sleep. She awoke again two hours later. Apparently the adrenaline of being in a new place was too much. So she got up and decided she could go for a run. She donned her running clothes and she left the house. She had spotted a place called Lews castle and from the map it seemed the perfect place for a run in a park. Aelin followed the marina cut through the town centre, passed Rowan’s shop and ended up near the river. Then crossed the small bridge to reach Lews’ castle grounds. Quickly she took a mental note of the fact that the place was a museum and added it to the list of places to visit, which by the way was getting longer by the minute and kept running a good hour until her body started to protest. The day was gorgeous again and they were blessed with a stunning blue sky. Aelin ran found her way back to a road that took her on a pier along the sea. Finally decided to sit at the bench and relaxed a bit, taking a full mouthful from her water bottle. In London she had little chance of running in parks so she had to use a gym but here… she could run in the nature and it made all the difference.

A few elderly people greeted her as they passed the bench and that was something else that stunned her. Complete strangers greeting her. She removed the headphones from her ears and decided to listen to the sounds of the place around her. She had always considered herself a die-hard city girl. Someone who could never leave the hustle and bustle of the big city. Her soul craved the frenetic life that London gave her. And now, in her early thirties, with her life completely upside down and on pause she was starting to realise that things had changed so much from when she was young. All of sudden her priorities had turned and a quiet life was all she wanted. She needed to slow down. Her ambition had helped her to secure a position quite high in her job. But that ambition had not helped her to reach the top. She had literally given her life to her job. She had sacrificed so much and it had been all for nothing and came to the realisation that she felt lost. For the first time in her life she could not see the path ahead. And that was why she had left. To try and live day by day for a while and learn to enjoy life again hoping that life in a quiet place like Stornoway would give her purpose again. “Oh Aelin, stop maudlin.” She told herself, getting fed up with the dark twist her thoughts had taken. She sighed and stood and started running again, tracing her path back to the town centre. Eventually went back to the house, took a shower and an hour later she was ready to head off to Maeve’s for breakfast. She was quite eager to taste her cakes. The woman had given her a slice of a chocolate cake the day before and Aelin had admitted it was of the best cakes she had ever tasted.

Twenty minutes later she reached the coffee shop and was happy to see that it was open. It was just about 9am and wasn’t not sure yet when life on the islands actually started. “Madainn mhath” she said, feeling like an idiot for her horrendous pronunciation. Once she noticed the shop was empty she felt better. At least she did not embarrassed herself in front of an audience. “Oh, Madainn mhath, a Aelin.” Said the woman from behind the counter “Are you here for breakfast?” Aelin took a seat at a table near the counter “Yes, but not Scottish breakfast this morning. I don’t think I can survive it tow mornings in a row.” Maeve laughed “I made some lovely apple turnovers, fancy one?” Aelin’s mouth began watering. If they were as good as the cake… “Make it two. I went for a run and I am starving.” Maeve disappeared through the back and came back a bit later with a tray with a mug of coffee and the apple turnovers. “I am going to get so fat.” She said out loud and then began tackling her breakfast and listened to the music in the background. It was a female singer and she sang in what Aelin was positive was Gaelic. Rowan was right. It was such a beautiful language and sung was even better. “Who is the singer?” “She is Julie Fowlis. She is from North Uist and sings mostly in Gaelic. She is a great singer.” The tune was slow and it seemed quite sad. “This song is called Mo Dhòmhnallan Fhèin, and it means My own Donald. It’s a sad love story.” “It’s beautiful.” She commented and corrected herself quickly “The language, I mean, not the sad love story.” “Ask Rowan and he will give you plenty of suggestions of bands you can discover if you want to listen to locals or Gaelic singers.” The woman explained and took a seat in front of her sipping her own cup of coffee. Aelin had such good vibes from the woman. She was very maternal to her and towards Rowan as well. She was curious to know more about their relationship. Something told her that it was deeper than it seemed. “And if you are still here in July you cannot miss Heb Celt. It’s a wonderful festival of Scottish music. It’s a three day event but it brings people from across all of Scotland and oversea as well. “It sounds wonderful.” “You just have to stay a bit longer.” Aelin sighed “I have been here only a day and I already feel as my soul has been stolen by these islands. I…” she paused, she felt like she could talk to Maeve. “I left my life in London for now. I needed a break before crumpling down for good.” Maeve put a hand on Aelin’s arm “As I told you yesterday, this is the perfect life. Island life here is a cure for the soul.” Said the woman squeezing the arm gently “Want to talk about it?” Aelin took a sip of coffee to gather her thoughts “Big job delusion and a bad divorce.” She did not have the mental strength to go into too much detail. It still hurt too much and Lysandra was the only person with whom she could fully talk about her life. “I feel lost and stuck.” A flicker of deep tenderness appeared in Maeve’s eyes “Sounds like you and Rowan could help each other.” Aelin whipped her head in the direction of the woman and stared at her. “He is stuck too.” That’s all Maeve volunteered. The woman stood as soon as a customer entered the shop. She greeted the man and they began a conversation in Gaelic. Aelin was staring at her empty plate and was still pondering about the comment that Maeve made about her nephew. What did she mean by they could help each other? And why was he stuck? She wanted to know more but could not ask him. He seemed like the very reserved type and she had no intention to pry. Once her plate was clear and breakfast over, she stood and was about to leave when Maeve reached her and gave her a take away cup “Could you please bring this to Rowan? He should be opening his shop now.” “Of course.” Aelin said her goodbyes to the woman and left, taking the path to Rowan’s shop. She had to buy the next books in the series anyway so she was just catching two birds with one stone. Once she got to the shop she noticed it was open. She entered and Rowan was at the counter working on the computer. “Madainn mhath.” She tried again. He looked up and noticed her and a brief and quick smile appeared on his lips but not genuine enough to reach his beautiful green eyes. “Morning to you.” He replied almost annoyed. “I bring coffee. Courtesy of your aunt.” Aelin offered him the cup but the reaction she got from him was unexpected. He glared at her “What did you say?” “Coffee from your aunt?” “How do you know Maeve is my aunt?” His tone was now tinged with anger. “She told me.” He ignored the cup of coffee and continued working as if Aelin was not even in the shop “She shouldn’t have.” “Is that a secret?” “It was not her place. And it’s definitely none of your business.” Rowan was mad. It was clear from his facial expression, but she could not understand why such a statement would make him so mad. Aelin placed the cup on the counter with a bit too much force “Don’t worry she did not reveal any big secret. Your fucking perfect life is safe.” He slammed the pen on the desk at her tone “What do you want? You delivered the coffee, your job is done.” Aelin was now fuming.”What do I want?” Her tone dripped vitriol. If he wanted a fight, she was giving him one. “I was being nice.” She put the backpack on her shoulder, ready to leave “I was here to buy the next books in the series I got yesterday. I came here to thank you as well for the suggestions you gave me yesterday because I loved every place you recommended." she took a deep breath and tried to calm her fury "And while I am here how do you say asshole in Gaelic?” She noted his reaction and she knew she had gone too far. That was her bloody problem, she had no filters and sometimes she struggled to connect brain and mouth before speaking. Something she had become pretty good at doing during her many fights with Chaol. Not her proudest moment. He left the counter and went to the shelf where she got the book the day before. He came back a moment later with three books in his hands “I don’t have the last one. I can order it.” “Leave it. I’ll order it on Amazon just to piss you off.” She really had to learn control herself. She took another deep breath “Fine, order it.” He didn’t comment and started typing on the computer. “It should be here in a week. I’ll let Maeve know. You are best chums now.” There was irritation in his voice. He was actually mad at her. “You should expect to see us skipping arm in arm around Stornoway singing bawdy songs pretty soon.” He did not like the joke. Definitely the wrong crowd. “Try and get laid. It helps the mood.” She added and hated herself seconds after it once she remembered what Maeve said. He was stuck too. “I am sorry…” Apologising right away for her horrible comment. She was a bloody idiot. “It’s £21.50” he said flatly and with no emotion in his voice. His eyes were cold and it looked like he could kill her with a stare. He kept the bag with the books for a moment and leaned forward on the counter “Don’t you dare to comment on my life ever again. You are a customer. Nothing more. You are nothing to me.” Aelin felt like crying. Yes, she had been nasty but Rowan was being cruel to her on purpose “There is nothing I can give. Nothing I want to give you.” He added when he noted her hurt expression. Then Rowan finally passed her the bag with the books “Now get out of my sight.” Aelin took the bag in silence and left the store. She walked away and left her feet to lead her. She did not notice she was back at the marina. She found a quite spot on the pier and sat down, her feet dangling. And then the tears came. And she cried. And the tears turned into heavy sobs. She took the phone and called Lysandra, but when the woman did not answered she hugged her legs to her chest and dropped her head on the knees as if to try and hold the pieces together. She was tired. And for a moment she just wanted to disappear.

Rowan was fuming. How dare she? She didn’t know anything about his life. How dare she make such a comment? He closed the store and walked quite angrily to his aunt’s coffee shop. She loved to gossip a bit too much and wondered what she had told Aelin. When he reached the shop he was glad it was not busy, that conversation did not need and audience. “Good morning, darling.” Maeve said in a cheery voice, unaware what was about to hit her. “What did you tell her?” His aunt looked at him with a confused expression. “Aelin. The new girl. You told her you are my aunt. What else did you tell her about my miserable life, eh?” “Rowan, suidh sìos.” Her tone had a hint of command. Her face lost the loving and caring side and Rowan knew he was in trouble. So he obeyed her and sat down at the table like she commanded. “I did not tell her anything. I just told her that you are my nephew. I did not know that was a secret.” She was definitely not happy about him. Maeve sat down in front of him “What did you do?” He looked away, shying away from the conversation. Maeve sighed “Rowan, she is going through a tough moment in her life. Be nice to her. Be nice to each other. She seems like a lovely woman. Why don’t give yourself a second chance?” He still did not answer. “She is just as lost as you are. If you only stopped being mad at the world all the time, she might be the person to show you the way back, both of you.” He was stunned by his aunt’s words. It sounded like Aelin and Maeve really had become good friends already and that his aunt already knew a good deal about the woman. But there was no way he was letting anyone else in again. Not after… he pushed the name away. Even after almost a year it still hurt too much to talk about her. No, he was going to live the rest of his life on his own and on his own terms. “Don’t interfere.” He finally managed “It’s my life. I’ll decide what is best for me. And if my destiny is to become a lonely, grumpy old man, so be it.” He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands cooling down his anger. “I know you still hurt because of what Lyria did. But it has been almost a year…” “Don’t…” he hissed “Don’t ever say her name in front of me. Ever again.” “Rowan…” Maeve put a hand on his arm but he pushed her away. Maeve stood and looked at her nephew stone faced “Mrs MacIver asked me if you can order these for her grandson. It’s his birthday quite soon.” And she passed a note to him. “Fine.” He took the note and stood. “Find the way back, my darling.” Maeve said to him once he was at the door. He ignored the comment and left without a reply.

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #aedion x lysandra #lysandra #fluff #angst #throne of glass series

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tartabinger · 3 years

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@abyssmalice sent: There is a pie. Its delicate layers of puff pastry criss-cross a soft and sweet ensemble of fruit and nuts, creating a warm and heady aroma of what smells like apples and caramels spiced with a touch of cinnamon. A classic, traditional pie by every means.

The pie is also brightly, dangerously purple.

“—ahh, I hope I’m not too late! Or too early. It’s always a little hard to track time in the Abyss,” Tonia says, fidgeting with her fingers, “Does it taste alright? Fruits aren’t exactly common down there so I had to use a few substitutes—but this is a recipe I’ve been working on for years so I think it should be okay... I hope...”

A soft laugh, tinged with uncertainty around the edges. It’s been a long time since she’s had to look at a calendar - to manage one. To be expectant with a little bit of trepidation.

Still, she smiles gently at him as she offers her present.

“с днем рождения, Ajax.” A giggle. “If you don’t have any plans for your birthday today... oh, how about we go on a picnic somewhere? I hear Liyue has a lot of beautiful places for hiking - we can climb one of the hills and eat your birthday cake while watching the view! How about that?”

Birthday Asks

Childe has remained staring at the pie since the moment Tonia placed it down in front of him. He doesn’t stare for the colour itself - no, it may have been almost ten years now but he could never forget having to work out substitutes for food (he swallows down the unforgotten taste of meat, there’s no need to think about that) - he stares because of the particular day he receives the thoughtful gift.

“No, actually, you’re right on time,” pulling a knife from his desk drawer, he extends a hand to invite his sister to sit across from him and he cuts out a section of the pie, “and even if you weren’t, there’s no need to apologise.” He realises he doesn’t have any plates or napkins with him so he reaches into another drawer for some sheets of paper to use as makeshift napkins. Childe places his slice on his own paper before cutting and placing Tonia’s slice in front of her.

The flavour is... existent, he supposes; it’s nothing to complain about, at least. He remembers his old master’s laughter as he tried to get accustomed to the food he would have to eat for the foreseeable future. “Food from the Abyss isn’t known for being kind to human bodies,” he remembers her saying. Which reminds him, he probably shouldn’t leave traces of the pie for any of his subordinates to taste test.

“You made it with love, what difference does it make if it tastes bad or good?” He pauses to take another bite, free hand cupped near his chin to catch any extras that fall from his eating. “It tastes fine, by the way. You did really well given what limited resources you had.”

He returns her smile in kind, old and familial warmth seeping into the crevices of his existence. ‘I don’t deserve such an amazing sister,’ he thinks as he takes another bite of his pie and notes that he’ll need to cut himself a second slice soon.

Though that thought scatters much like the pie that no longer resides in his mouth as some of his food goes down the wrong pipe. Waving any concerns off, he reaches for his glass of water and gives one big cough before drinking down the remaining pie.

“Cake?” Childe rasps and then swallows more water. He takes a moment to clear his throat before continuing to speak. “Are you saying you made a cake as well?” Setting down the bite-sized remainder of the slice, he blinks at his sister. “The pie was more than enough, but you’re treating me to a hike and a picnic too?”

The man takes a moment to laugh to himself as he places an elbow on his desk and rests his chin in the palm of his hand.

“It’s not often a fierce princess will spoil her knight, you know?”

#abyssmalice #Ask #IC #ChildeBirthday2k21 #long post

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Big Sister

Summary: Now Jonas has settled in to life with Amy and Rory, they decide it's time for him to meet River. Sequel to Foster Parents and Settling In And New Grandpa.

Rory smiled as Jonas bounced excitedly when the doorbell rang, this was his first official outing with his grandpa. Brian had offered to take Jonas for the day while Rory was at work and Amy had a meeting with her publisher. At first it was just going to be the day at his house, but Brian had called the night before and said he’d decided they were going to the zoo.

Jonas was excited, because he’d never been to the zoo before and was getting to spend the day with his new grandfather.

“Morning, Dad,” Rory greeted his father just before Jonas appeared.

“Morning, Rory,” Brian smiled before he crouched to look at the little boy, “Are you ready for our adventure, Jonas?”

Jonas nodded, “I am. Amy and I looked at the zoo map last night.”

“Excellent,” Brian grinned, “I like a partner who is prepared for the day.”

“Why don’t you get your jacket and bag,” Rory suggested, waiting until Jonas had run into the other room before he asked, “Are you sure about this, Dad?”

Brian shook his head, “I can handle him for the day. Don’t worry, Rory.”

“I packed him several snacks and water,” Rory told his father, “He also has sun cream in the front pouch, and you have both our numbers.”

“Rory,” Brian rested his hand on his son’s shoulder, “There is no need to worry. Jonas will be fine with me. I promise.”

Knowing he was being a little over-protective, Rory nodded, “Have fun.”

As Jonas reappeared with his jacket on and his backpack in his hand, Rory crouched down to hug the boy.

“Now be good for your Grandpa,” Rory told him with a smile, “And have lots of fun.”

Jonas nodded and took Brian’s hand, Rory watched them leave before shaking himself and heading to get ready for work.

Amy heard the door open, announcing Rory had arrived home from work and smiled.

“Hi,” he said, when she met him in the hall with a quick kiss. Taking his hand, Amy led him upstairs, “Brian called, he and Jonas are going out for dinner. They’ll be home in about two hours. So,” she took his bag from him as they entered their bedroom, “We can have dinner, or we can make the most of the fact we are alone in the house for the first time in a few months.”

Rory smiled slightly before shrugging, “You know I’m pretty tired after my day.”

Amy rolled her eyes, shoved him onto the bed and slid on top of her husband, “Well, let me see if I can wake you up.”

Amy kissed him, smiling as Rory pulled her closer and they lost themselves in one another.

About an hour later, she lay resting against her husband as he gently stroked her back.

“This is nice,” Rory mused softly.

Amy murmured her agreement, “Yeah, it’s been a while since we spent time alone.”

“I don’t regret taking Jonas in,” Rory said, “But it’s nice to be just us for a few hours.”

“Well, we have Brian to babysit every so often,” Amy said before laughing, “Assuming he survives today.”

Rory chuckled, leaning in to kiss her.

“You know,” Amy sighed, “We’ll have to tell the Doctor and River about Jonas. Especially the Doctor so he knows we can’t travel with him anymore.”

Rory nodded, “And make sure neither of them just appear in the house. We don’t want them to scare Jonas.”

Amy nodded, “I’ll send them both a message. Now,” she checked the clock, “We have about an hour left before we have a kid back in the house,” rolling to look down at him, Amy gave a wicked smile, “So shut up and kiss me.”

Happily, Rory followed her order.

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Jonas bounded into the house with a very tired looking Brian following just behind him. Amy moved so she would get the first hug hello before letting Rory hug the boy.

Rory turned to his father and frowned slightly noticing Brian was carrying several bags, “What did you buy?”

“Well,” Brian said, “Jonas and I were in the gift shop where we were looking for things to commemorate our first outing together. And I couldn’t decide what was best.”

“Dad…”

Brian held up his hand before holding out the bag to Jonas, “Why don’t we show them what we got?”

Grinning Jonas pulled out a stuffed lion first, “This is Leo, we got him when we adopted a lion in the jungle.”

Rory looked at Brian who simply smiled.

Jonas then pulled out some monkey magnets for the fridge, “We got these for our fridge and grandpa’s fridge.”

“I love them,” Amy grinned as she took one of the magnets and stroked the fur.

Rory smiled before turning back to his dad, “What else did you buy?”

Brian pulled out matching red sweatshirts for him and Jonas, that had ‘Explorer’ on the back and the zoo logo on the front.

“They look amazing,” Rory shared an indulgent smile with Amy, “Why don’t you say bye to grandpa. Put all your new things in your room and get ready for bed?”

“Can I call Gideon and tell her about my trip after I’m in my pyjamas?” Jonas asked.

“Of course you can,” Amy told him.

Jonas beamed and ran over to hug Brian, “Thank you for taking me to the zoo, Grandpa. I had lots of fun.”

“So did I, Jonas,” Brian replied, “And we will have another adventure soon.”

As Brian released him Jonas grabbed his bag and with Amy headed up to his room.

“You survived then?” Rory asked, as Brian watched the little boy disappear.

Brian chuckled, “He was filled with energy, a bit like you as a boy, and extremely well behaved. It was a wonderful day.”

“Thanks for taking him today, Dad,” Rory hugged his father.

Smiling Brian hugged his son back, “Anytime, Rory.”

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Amy hummed to herself as she finished drying the dishes while Rory cleaned the cooker and Jonas was in the living room reading a new book. River was due to visit them tonight, so they were going to introduce Jonas to her.

It had taken them a good bit of discussion to decide how to introduce River to Jonas but, considering the little boy was not only aware of time travel he had experience of it, they decided to be completely truthful.

A scream of terror pierced the room sending Amy and Rory running to the living room finding River standing looking surprised as Jonas was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rory snapped angrily, he quickly moved to the hiding place Jonas had found beside the couch where he found the little boy holding onto his toy dog.

“I…” River stammered unable to reply as she watched Rory lift Jonas into his arms to calm the little boy.

Rory frowned at River as he carried Jonas who was clinging to Rory past them. Amy gently rubbed Jonas’ back as they passed her, nodding to Rory letting him know she’d talk with their daughter before he headed up the stairs.

River’s eyes followed them before she turned back to Amy, “What is going on?”

Amy motioned her to sit, “This is why I asked you not to just appear in the house. We took Jonas in not long after the Doctor dropped us off.”

She quickly explained how Jonas had come into their lives, and that he was now with them permanently.

“Oh, that poor boy,” River breathed, “I was lucky. I may have lost you both, but I got you back.”

Amy hugged her daughter, “And we love getting to see you but it’s not like you need us. Jonas does.”

“Rory was really angry,” River noted, “I’ve rarely seen him like that.”

Amy nodded, “That protective streak that made him stay with the Pandorica has transferred to Jonas.”

River winced, “I should go and apologise.”

“They’ll be in what used to be the spare room,” Amy said as River headed to the door.

Walking up the stairs, River noted that pictures of Jonas had been added to the wall. All showing a brilliant smiling little boy who looked a lot like Rory had at that age. Reaching the top she could see the spare room’s door was open slightly and on the bed she could see Rory stretched out on the bed, leaning against the pillows with Jonas sitting between Rory and wall, clinging onto her father.

River tried not to think about what she had lost when she was taken from Amy and Rory, even growing up with them as Mels wasn’t the same. Seeing this little boy getting the love and affection from her father that she had missed out on, River felt a stab of jealousy she couldn’t control.

“Jonas,” Rory’s voice brought River back to the present, “Why don’t you go down and get a piece of cake with Amy while I talk to River?”

The little boy looked at her nervously for a moment before he nodded and scampered past River while holding the toy dog close to him.

Rory swung round to sit on the bed and motioned her to join him. Taking the seat at his side, River looked around the room and saw how it was no longer a plain spare room instead it was a kid’s room.

“Why did you not do as we asked?” Rory demanded, “Amy sent you a message which specifically told you not to transport into the house.”

River sighed, “The message seemed odd, I thought you were both in trouble.”

“Don’t you think we would have sent a better message than that or maybe something about not to come?” Rory suggested.

Shrugging she replied, “You’re my parents. Sometimes I don’t think very clearly if I’m worried about you.”

“You know that we’ve not replaced you,” Rory whispered, reaching out to take her hand, “But he needed a home, and we had a place for him.”

River nodded, “I understand.”

Rory smiled, “Not to mention he is related to us somewhere down the line. He is family.”

“So, I’m a big sister?” River chuckled.

“In a manner of speaking,” Rory nodded before he added, “Jonas is an amazing little boy, and I want you to get to know him.”

River nodded, “He’s a lucky kid. Not just because he landed in the hospital but especially because he was found by you.”

Rory gave a smile and hugged River tightly.

Amy sat with Jonas on the couch, they both had a slice of the cake Rory and Jonas had made a few days before. The little boy was still a little nervous of River, shifting closer to Amy as she appeared with Rory in the living room.

River smiled at him, “Hello, Jonas. It is wonderful to meet you. I’m sorry I scared you before.”

Jonas shrugged, “It’s okay.”

Amy hugged Jonas to her, “We asked River to come see us because we wanted you to meet her.”

Confused Jonas looked up at her, “Why?”

“Do you remember that I told you we knew about time travel?” Rory said, “Well, River is also a time traveller.”

“Like my daddy?” Jonas asked quietly.

Rory nodded, “Just like your daddy. But there is something even more special about River to us,” he glanced at Amy who squeezed Jonas tightly, “River is actually our daughter.”

Jonas frowned at them as he processed the information, “But she’s older because she’s a time traveller.”

“That’s right,” Amy told him.

Jonas thought about this for several minutes before nodding, “Does that mean you lived with other people when growing up?”

River nodded, “Yes, but when I was your age Amy and Rory were my best friends.”

Jonas grinned suddenly to their surprise, “So you did get to grow up with them.”

Laughing River leaned into Rory affectionately, “I did.”

Looking up at Amy, Jonas asked, “Can I show River the tree?”

When Amy nodded, Jonas slid off the couch and took River’s hand leading her out the back door.

Rory wrapped his arm around Amy as they watched Jonas show River the tree they’d planted explaining that it was in memoriam for his parents.

“Well,” Amy mused, “That went a lot better than I thought it would.”

Rory frowned at her, “Other than Jonas being terrified.”

“But he accepted she’s part of the family,” Amy reminded him, “He is an amazing kid.”

Nodding Rory smiled, “He is. Hopefully introducing him to the Doctor won’t be as traumatic for all of us.”

Jonas was fast asleep tucked up in his bed.

River watched Rory fix the nightlight which threw stars over the room before they left the little boy to sleep.

“He is…” she trailed off and smiled, “Adorable.”

Rory nodded, “He is.”

“And I hate that I am really jealous of him,” River sighed as they walked down the stairs, “Because he got you and Amy when he lost his parents.”

Rory shook his head sadly, “You’ll always have us, Melody. It’s not the way any of us wish it could be, but I promise you’re still always our little girl.”

River nodded, “I know. Although, I’m looking forward to being a big sister.” At Rory’s worried looked, she grinned, “Just think of all the things I can teach him.”

#fic #crossover #doctor who #amy pond #rory williams #river song #brian williams #legends of tomorrow #jonas hunter

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A Serendipitous Dinner Party

A Haikyuu Fan fiction

Pairing: Yaku/Lev

Words: 3771

Summary:

Yaku was on his third lap of the store and was yet to find his packaged dinner. To say he was impatient would be an understatement. He scanned the shelves, squinting at the packages in his exhaustion as he rounded the corner into the next aisle and walked into someone's chest. He stumbled back with a grunt.

"I'm so sorry–" He paused as he looked up. "Lev?"

"Yaku-san?" The two of them stared at each other for a moment, startled to see each other outside of practice. A voiced piped up beside Lev.

"Lyovochka who's this?"

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Alternatively,

All Yaku wanted was to purchase his ramen, but Alisa Haiba seemed to have other plans. Lev was mortified. But as the the night went on, Yaku began to realise that the tall first year may not have been as intolerable as he first thought.

Note:

Surprisingly, this is actually the first serious attempt I’ve ever made at writing fan fiction. I don’t know if I’ll write anything else similar to this, (potentially, I found this pretty easy and enjoyable to write) but we’ll see. Any constructive criticism you may have is eagerly appreciated! I know this isn’t perfect but I quite like how it turned out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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It was typical for Yaku's parents to go out abruptly and leave him without any plans for dinner. So there he was, 7pm on a Friday night buying packaged Ramen. He had already decided what he was going to do when he got home. Heat up his ramen, get in his pyjamas, and eat it on his bed before passing out. A perfect, lazy end to a very stressful and tiring week. At least it would be, if Yaku could find where his damn ramen was.

He was on his third lap of the store and was yet to find his packaged dinner. To say he was impatient would be an understatement. He scanned the shelves, squinting at the packages in his exhaustion as he rounded the corner into the next aisle and walked into someone's chest. He stumbled back with a grunt.

"I'm so sorry–" He paused as he looked up. "Lev?"

"Yaku-san?" The two of them stared at each other for a moment, startled to see each other outside of practice. A voiced piped up beside Lev.

"Lyovochka who's this?" The woman was tall, standing at shoulder height to Lev, with long silver-blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Very obviously his relative, she looked to be about a year or two older than Yaku.

"Oh, um... This is Yaku-san." Lev replied, glancing back and fourth between the two nervously. Unlike Yaku, he had changed out of his practice clothes, sporting jeans and a casual shirt.

"Is he one of your friends from school?" She asked, eyeing the red Nekoma jacket tied around his waist. She had a bit of an accent, he noticed.

"He's one of my teammates, from volleyball." The woman turned to him, flashing perfect white teeth.

"It's lovely to meet you Yaku-san. I'm Alisa Haiba, Lyovochka's older sister." She bowed politely, clasping her hands by her designer skirt. She had an expensive fashion taste, to say the least.

"Nice to meet you too," He replied, feeling a little awkward. The last thing he wanted right now was to be sucked into a conversation with Lev and his sister, but it didn't seem that he would be able to get away anytime soon. Looking him up and down, Alisa gave Yaku a puzzled look.

"You're a little short for the volleyball team though, aren't you? No matter! You still have some growing to do. Tell me, are you in any of Lev's classes?" Yaku tensed up, and it took all of his willpower not to show the annoyance on his face as he realised she had just mistaken him for a first year. He dragged his eyes to Lev, ready for his laugher, but was surprised to find him panicked.

"Alisa no Yaku-san is a third year! And he's a libero so he's meant to be short! He's one of the best players on the team." She laughed at her mistake.

"I apologise Yaku-san, I'm not very knowledgeable about volleyball." She smiled at him, and he concluded that Alisa had the same air-headed nature as her brother, though less annoying.

"It's fine." He replied, "It happens all the time."

"Say, what are you doing at the grocery store so late?" She asked. This was the perfect opportunity to get away from the two of them.

"My parents are out tonight, so I was just buying some things for dinner. Speaking of–" But she cut him off.

"Why don't you come over to ours for dinner!" Lev's eyes widened. "Lev and I are also eating alone tonight and we would love the company." Lev tried to stammer something out, but he couldn't find the words.

"No! Uh, thank you, but that's fine, I wouldn't want to intrude." Yaku couldn't imagine anything more awkward than spending dinner with the two of them.

"Nonsense!" She continued "We're going to be making this large stew and there's no way for us to finish it on our own. It would be a delight to have you over." Alisa smiled at him expectantly, her perfect teeth gleaming, and Yaku realised there was no way for him to refuse politely. Lev looked like he wanted to crawl up into a hole and die. His expression would have amused him if it wasn't such an uncomfortable situation. He smiled shakily.

"Sure thing, thank you." Alisa clapped her hands together.

"Excellent! Let us gather the rest of the ingredients." Lev was momentarily stunned, likely not expecting Yaku to accept the offer.

She grabbed Lev by the arm and tugged him forward, snapping him out of his daze, before walking on ahead. The two were left to follow behind awkwardly.

Lev leaned down, speaking to him for the first time since their initial collision.

"I am so sorry." He whispered. Yaku sighed and squared his features, trying not to look annoyed.

"It's fine, not like I had anything else on tonight." He was quiet for a moment, before adding "This better be a good stew."

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Yaku followed the two Haibas as they made their way around the store, gathering various ingredients before making their way towards the checkout.

"Could you boys carrying the bags for me? I need to make a phone call." Alisa said, before leading the way out of the store. Yaku gazed wistfully at the display of ramen they passed on the way out, cursing himself for missing it, before reluctantly following. Alisa was talking loudly in Russian to someone on the phone, and much to his annoyance, Yaku was struggling to keep up with the two's long strides. Damn his short legs.

"Lev." He called, and the aforementioned Russian turned his head questionably. Seeing him lagging behind, Lev slowed his pace sheepishly.

"Our house is just around the corner." He said. "I'm sorry if we're going out of your way." Yaku shrugged. It was a mild night, warm with a slight breeze that brushed through Lev's silver locks.

"It's fine. It's not that far from my house." They were silent for a moment. Up ahead, Alisa was still droning on.

"I thought you said you couldn't speak Russian." Yaku commented. Lev quirked his head in confusion.

"Huh? I can't." He gestured to Lev's sister. "Oh, I have no idea what she's saying. Alisa is working abroad in Russia, and she was always interested in learning the language, while I wasn't really bothered."

"You didn't learn from your parents?"

"Ah well, my father is Russian, and he's not around anymore, so..." Lev trailed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yaku said, fiddling with the shopping bags uncomfortably.

"No! It's fine! It's not a sensitive subject or anything." The two fell into an awkward silence.

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Shortly, they arrived at Lev and Alisa's house.

The Haiba house was smaller than Yaku expected, though cozy. The downstairs area was an open-plan, encompassing the kitchen, dining room and living room in the large space. Adorning the walls were various framed photographs of the two siblings and their mother, as well as a few paintings. Yaku couldn't help pausing at one of the frames, a photograph of Lev when he was younger, probably in elementary school. Small, but noticeably lanky for someone his age, he was grinning widely with the child-like innocence he still carried with him. He was standing next to his sister and a woman Yaku assumed to be their mother. She was noticeably Japanese, with black hair and tanner skin. You couldn't tell they were related, aside from the toothy smile they all shared. Lev and his sister had obviously taken more after their European father. The photo made something inside Yaku soften, they seemed so happy.

Shoving that thought into the back of his mind, he followed the two over to the kitchen island and rested the bags on the countertop, beginning to unpack the groceries. Looking at all the ingredients laid out on the counter, Yaku thought they weren't kidding about it being a large stew.

"Oh dear!" Alisa cried suddenly. He and Lev shared a concerned look.

"Is everything alright?" Yaku asked. She shook her head, long hair flowing with the motion.

"We forgot the fondant for the cake tomorrow." She said to Lev.

"Oh dammit. What should we do?" Alisa grabbed her purse from the counter.

"I'll run back to the store before it closes, Lyovochka, you start on dinner for when I get back." She was already out the door before he could reply.

The two boys stared at each other awkwardly again, before Yaku broke the silence.

"Well, I'll help you cook then." And Lev simply nodded. "So what are we making?"

"Solyanka." He was met with a blank stare. Lev elaborated, "It's like, a sweet and sour beef stew."

"Alright, so where do we start?"

Lev instructed him to set up a pot on the stove and fry the bacon and beef, whilst he begun chopping up the vegetables. Leaning against the countertop, Yaku watched as Lev expertly sliced through the carrots, before moving onto the onions, cutting them quickly and precisely. He was surprised at how apt he was at it, considering his clumsy nature.

"Do you do a lot of the cooking in your household?" Yaku found himself asking. He had to force himself to stop watching Lev's long fingers work and concentrate on the pot. Lev hummed.

"Yeah. My parents work late so I generally make dinner for us. My sister is home for the next few weeks though, so I'll have her home helping me out."

"That's really cool. The–uh, cooking part." he paused for a moment "Honestly, I was planning on just making packaged ramen tonight."

"Ramen! That's not very nutritious Yaku-san." He teased, smiling to himself but not taking his eyes off the cutting board. "Good thing you're eating here tonight, this stew's full of healthy-goodness. It'll help you grow big and tall!"

"What exactly are you implying, Lev?" Yaku narrowed his eyes. Lev glanced up at him and squeaked in fear, which caused Yaku to laugh.

"I'm kidding." The tall boy sighs in relief. Slicing up the last clove of garlic, he was finished with the vegetables.

"What's next?"

"How's the meat coming along?" Lev came over to inspect the pan. "Looking good! We need to add the vegetables next. Would you mind grabbing the paprika and the pepper? They're in the cupboard over there."

"Sure." Yaku opened the pantry and scanned the shelves. "Where is it?"

"Should be in there." Lev says absentmindedly, focusing on pouring in and stirring the vegetables. Yaku looked over the assortment of spices, herbs and condiments again, before spotting the paprika and pepper.

On the top shelf.

He let out a sigh, remembering who's house he was currently in, before shifting to balance on his toes. His fingers barely grazed the edge of the shelf. He grunted, stretching his arm as far as he could, to no avail. Lev must have noticed him.

"Oh, sorry." He heard Lev walk over and before he could even process it, the tall first year was reaching over him. His chest brushed against his back and Yaku's breath hitched in his throat. He could feel Lev's breath on the top of his head, the heat radiating off of him, before the contact was gone as soon as it came, and Lev was back standing over the stove. Yaku stood stunned for a moment, his heartbeat heavy in his ears. What the hell was that?

Yaku shook himself out of it, closing the pantry door and leaning against the cupboards. He watched Lev stir the pot, humming with the little half smile he had permanently plastered to his face. He looked more natural like this, more comfortable and relaxed compared to how he was on the court. He was quieter as well, Yaku reflected, which was nice. Maybe the overzealous underclassmen wasn't as irritating as he previously thought.

Lev looked over to him and smiled eagerly, motioning him over.

"It's starting to smell really good!" Yaku leaned over the pot, taking a tentative sniff. He sighed in satisfaction, the stew giving off a heavy and delicious aroma.

"It smells amazing." He replied, and Lev seemed to smile even wider at that.

"Now we just need to stir it a bit more and leave it to simmer, then it'll be ready." He announced cheerfully.

From across the room, the door clicked open and Alisa walked through.

"Smells good!" She called out.

"Alisa! You were gone a while." She dropped her purse on the island counter, along with a packet of fondant.

"They were out so I had to run to a different store. Crisis averted." She smiled at Yaku. "Yaku-san, I hope Lyovochka has been a good host and hasn't annoyed you too much."

"Alisa!" He whined in response. Yaku laughed.

"He's been... tolerable." The comment caused her to laugh, and Lev just pouted in response.

"Well, anyway, dinner seems to be coming along nicely. I have a few things I need to get done, I'll leave you boys to it." She turned and disappeared up the stairs.

Yaku turned back to Lev to see him already out of his sour mood, shuffling around and retrieving the cutlery and a tablecloth.

"I'll set the table, can you mind the pot?" Yaku humed in response, though as Lev walked into the dining room, he found himself watching him again. He lifted the tablecloth onto the table and smoothed it out gently with his hands, the motion oddly tender. The warm feeling from earlier sprung up in Yaku's chest. There was something strangely endearing about watching Lev being so domestic.

He watched Lev go back and fourth between the kitchen and the table a few times, attentive of the way he moved and how he organised the cutlery and plates delicately.

"I almost forgot about the bread." He said, entering the kitchen again. He begun slicing up a large loaf of sourdough.

"You and your sister seem to get along well." Yaku said softly. He wasn't sure where the comment came from, maybe he was just searching for something to say.

"Yeah, Alisa and I have always been close, though she likes treating me like I'm still her little baby brother." He chuckled to himself. Yaku nudged him, the gesture abnormally gentle.

"What are you talking about? You are a little baby."

"Am not."

"Are too, little first year."

"Little third year." He retorted, and Yaku leaned over and kicked him in the shin. He groaned, before straightening up. "Anyway, do you have any siblings, Yaku-san?"

"No, I'm an only child." He found himself looking at the family portraits again, the happy faces smiling back. "... it's lonely, sometimes." Yaku's eyes widened a fraction, he didn't know what compelled him to say that.

"A-anyway, how long until the stew is ready?" Lev leaned to check the oven clock.

"It's ready now! Could you go get Alisa while I serve up?" Yaku voiced his agreement and made his way over to the stairs. He paused, debating whether to find her or simply call out from the stairwell. He chose the latter option.

"Alisa!" He called. After a few moments, a door opened upstairs.

"Dinner?"

"Yeah."

"On my way!"

Yaku made his made to the dining table, where Lev was carefully placing the pot.

"Where do you want me to sit?" Yaku asked. Lev plucked the oven mitts off his hands.

"Just there's fine."

"That smells delicious, I can't wait!" Alisa smiled, sitting down across from him and next to Lev. "You've outdone yourself this time Lyovochka!" She ruffled his hair and he grinned. Yaku found himself smiling at the interaction.

"Yaku-san helped too!" Lev said cheerfully.

"I didn't do much..." He was feeling timid all of a sudden.

"Thank you for your help Yaku-san. Well, let's begin shall we?" The three clasped their hands together, expressing gratitude for the meal, before they began to serve the stew. The two Haiba siblings insisted that Yaku served himself first, much to his disagreement. The stew was thick and steaming as Yaku rose his spoon to his mouth. He was vaguely aware of the two watching him, waiting for his reaction.

As he slipped the spoonful in his mouth, the taste overwhelmed his senses. The stew was creamy and warm, with a sweet flavour to the beef and a subtle, sour aftertaste. He couldn't stop the soft moan that swelled in his throat, his eyes fluttering closed in a moment of ecstasy.

"I think... that's the best thing I've eaten all year." He exhaled.

"I-I'm glad you liked it." Lev rubbed the back of his neck, a tint of colour appearing on his face. Yaku had never seen him bashful before.

"Solyanaka is Lyovochka's specialty!" Alisa chirped. "It's his favourite as well." Lev grinned quietly to himself. Alisa grabbed the plate of sourdough and held it out to Yaku.

"Try it with some bread!" Yaku did, and the sourdough added a thick foundation to the flavour of the stew. The three enjoyed their meal quietly for a few minutes, before Yaku spoke up.

"So, Alisa-san, Lev mentioned that you work abroad?" She nodded, swallowing.

"In Russia, though I'm home for a few weeks taking time off."

"What's your occupation?" He asked.

"She's a model!" Lev butted in proudly, and she grinned bashfully. Yaku's eyes widened.

"Really?" Looking her over again, it wasn't really that surprising. She had a sharp but soft face, and an overall elegant demeanour. "That explains why you're so pretty." The words slipped out on their own, and he tensed up.

"U-um, that's not, I mean–" He stammered, but Alisa laughed.

"It's okay, I know what you're trying to say." He fiddled with his spoon nervously, trying to ignore the heat in his face. He didn't mean for that to come out so flirtatiously. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but Yaku didn't find himself attracted to her. Looking up from his plate he found Lev pouting at his sister, almost as if he was jealous of the complement.

"So you and Lyovochka are on the same volleyball team Yaku-san?" Alisa inquired, changing the subject. "I hope he doesn't cause you and the rest of the team too much trouble."

"Oh you have no idea." Lev gasped at the comment. Yaku grinned devilishly at him, before crossing his arms in an authoritative manner. "Lev is competent in his spiking and blocking, but he's terrible at receiving. I always have to hold him back after club activities for extra practice." Alisa's face lit up with recognition.

"Oh, so you're the third year Lyovochka is always gushing about!" Lev squeaked.

"Alisa!"

"Whenever I call he's always talking about his 'cute little upperclassmen' who helps him practice."

"Alisa stop talking!" She giggled.

"I'm glad I finally get to meet the person Lyovochka admires so much." Lev shoved his face in his hands, attempting to cover his blushing face. Yaku burst out laughing.

"Why would you say that." Lev whined into his palms. His sister rubbed his back unapologetically. Yaku's stomach hurt from laughter, and he wiped at the corner of his eyes.

"That's sweet."

Yaku kicked him gently under the table to get his attention. Lev peaked out from behind his fingers, and Yaku gave him a grin that said I'm not going to let you forget this. The message was received and Lev groaned and covered his face once more.

---

The rest of the dinner went along pleasantly, with Yaku and Alisa exchanging embarrassing stories of Lev. Despite his mortification, he seemed to be enjoying himself as well. Yaku ate until he couldn't stomach another bite, and the two siblings insisted on him taking home the leftovers. Their generosity was really something else. After a few minutes of sitting after the meal, Alisa stood.

"I'll start cleaning up."

"I'll help you." Yaku offered, but she motioned for him to stay seated.

"Nonsense, you boys cooked, I'll tidy everything up." She carried the plates into the kitchen, humming to herself. Yaku went to check the time, his eyes widening.

"Oh! It's almost nine." He couldn't believe he had been over so long, he had completely lost track. He stood from his seat. "I should probably get going. Thank you for having me over." He bowed to the two of them. Alisa waved him off from the kitchen.

"You're welcome to visit anytime Yaku-san, it was a pleasure having you." She smiled. Lev stood as well.

"I'll walk you out!" Bidding his sister goodbye once more, Yaku and Lev made their way to the door, the container of leftover stew warm in his hands. Lev walked him out to the street.

"I'm sorry again, about the impromptu dinner, I know it was a little awkward." Lev said. "My sister is really social and can be a bit much sometimes." Yaku shook his head

"Don't worry about it. It... actually turned out to be really fun, and the stew was really delicious. I'm glad I came, so thank you." Lev's face lit up.

"And um..." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, nervous all of a sudden. "About what my sister said, you're free to come over for dinner again sometime." He added quickly "If you want, that is! You don't have to."

"Yeah." Yaku said. "Thank you, I'd like that." His reply calmed Lev down, and he grinned happily. "And... maybe I could have the two of you over for dinner sometime, to repay the gesture."

"I'd like that a lot!" He said happily. They fell silent as they looked at each other, almost as if they were expecting something to happen. The yellow hue of the streetlight reflected in Lev's green eyes, making them almost cat like as he gazed down at him. There was an unusual tenderness in his expression.

"Anyway..." Lev said hesitantly, before he leaned down and wrapped Yaku in a hug. Slowly, he returned it, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his forehead against Lev's shoulder. The soft smell of herbs and spices clung to Lev's body, as well as the distant scent of cologne. Yaku found himself relaxing into the embrace against his own accord. They stood like that for a few long moments, before breaking apart.

"I'll see you at practice on Monday," Lev said, a sweet smile on his face. It made Yaku's stomach flip.

"Yeah, see you."

Yaku turned and began walking home, aware of Lev watching him go. He was glad it was too dark for Lev to see his face, he thought, as he pressed his palm into his warm cheek.

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