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resowrites · 10 months
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Holy Grail - drabble.
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Summary: Henry develops a fixation for a certain part of his pregnant wife’s body…
Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC
Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, sexy talk, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.
WC: 635
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Holy Grail - drabble.
"Whoa--"
"Henry, get out, I'm trying to get dry!" He quickly turned around as she grabbed the towel from the bed and clutched it to her chest.
"I'm sorry! I came in here to fetch Kal so I could give him his tea!" But the pooch was still fast asleep at the foot of their bed.
"Well you better get out of here before he wakes up, you know how protective of me he is at the moment."
"I know, the soppy git…"
"He's soppy?! You almost had a panic attack yesterday when you thought I ate shrimp! And he picked up following me into every room from you!"
"Yeah well at least I don't guard you when you're in the shower--"
"Well thank God for Kal, otherwise you'd be leering at me through the glass!"
"At least then I'd get a look at them! Come on, drop that towel, and lemme see if I can't tune in for the news and weather--"
"Out, now! I wanna get dry in peace."
"Then here, let me help…" Henry took a few steps forward only for her to dart under the bed so she could fetch something. "What the hell is the broom doing under there?!"
"I had to bring it up last night to squish a spider on the ceiling and now I'm going to use it to get rid of another pest."
"My lady may call me whatever she wishes. For she is beautiful, rich, and got huge… tracts of land!"
"That's it! I'm not enduring Monty Python quotes. You're banned from my presence the rest of the evening. Be gone!" She tried to jab with the broom only for him to dart out of the way.
"Aww come on, when was the last time we got to knock boots?"
"Last bloody night!"
"Then you should be warmed up by now!"
"God give me strength… anyway I thought you just wanted to cop a feel?"
"Well I'll take whatever I can get--"
"Yeah well by the time I'm finished with this broom, you'll be able to sweep the floor!"
"Charming, all I wanted was to enjoy the beauty of my pregnant wife! Honestly, it looks like you're holding up two ten-gallon hats--"
"God you belong on a bloody list… can't you go one night without being a pervert?"
"No, but I'll tell you what, you flash me lefty and I'll give you a hundred quid."
"A hundred quid?"
"Yeah, would you prefer cash or bank transfer?"
"Is that all you think I'm worth?!"
"Well, it's not like you're giving me a handful!"
"And how much would you pay for that? I was thinking of redoing the kitchen…"
"What? Why? I did a good job of the tiling!"
"Henry, two fell off just this morning!"
"Then let little Henry have a dance in your ballroom and I'll fix it for free!"
"Will you also disappear back downstairs?"
"God, you always want to get rid of me!"
"Yeah, cos you get on my sodding tits!"
"I bloody wish!" She looked up at the ceiling and prayed for guidance.
"Henry, give me one good reason why I should have sex with you tonight."
"I can do better than that, I can regale you with song."
"What?!" Henry cleared his throat.
"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate!" She perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.
"I can't actually believe I'm having your child…"
"I can, especially after last night. Now get thee to bed, and let's go for round two--"
"Really? You're reciting Shakespeare now?"
"Well I thought that might do the trick--"
"Fat chance."
"Why not? I can leave the money on the bedside table--" she chucked a pillow at him.
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omnomnomdomcaps · 8 months
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Louder than Words
Yet another remastered story, everyone! And yes, I'm still here. - ONND
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Ann stared in vain at the screen in front of her, lingering on the clock in the corner. She had told her boss - the firebrand lawyer that she aspired to be like - that she could have her report done by Monday morning, and yet for the past three hours she had accomplished absolutely nothing. It was as if a fog had set over her, and she knew exactly who to blame.
In one furious motion, the diminutive blonde rose from her seat, stomped through her apartment hallway as loudly as her five-foot frame could, stopped, and pointed, as sharply and as angrily as her finger was capable of pointing.
“YOU!” she bellowed, her face bright red.
“Yes?” Richard, her boyfriend, turned in his swivel, utterly unfazed, resting his hands in his lap as he looked up at his fuming visitor.
“Don’t play dumb with me!” the girl bellowed, “Your stupid fucking hypnosis bullshit has been messing with my head all night, and I’ll remind you that I have a lot of work to do.”
“My… stupid hypnosis?” he repeated softly, raising an eyebrow, “But… I thought that hypnosis didn’t do anything?”
“Oh shut up, smartass,” Ann barked, “it doesn’t. But all your yammering on about figuring out the trigger” - she added air quotes as she mocked - “and how revolutionary you seem to think this bullshit is has been giving me a fucking headache, and now I can’t focus on my goddamn work.”
“My oh my,” the man shook his head in his seat, “such rude words. As I said before, I’m quite proud of this new file, and I’m very appreciative that you would let me test it out on you. I just thought you should know that it’s trigger-based, in case that helps you manage it. After twenty-four hours, I’ll be happy to remove it if you just ask, but I need to collect a few observations first.”
“I don’t need you to remove shit,” she snarled, “It doesn’t do anything, and I wish you’d stop wasting your time on it. Just tell me what the stupid trigger is or whatever, so I can focus on more important things. Christ.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Richard smiled, “Besides, if the file really isn’t doing anything, then it’d seem to me that you just need a simple distraction. So why don’t you take your mind off work a few minutes, hmmm? Relax a little?”
Ann growled, but eventually released her pointing hand and exhaled. She wasn’t one to admit it, but perhaps, she thought, he was right - a simple distraction was what she needed.
The girl left her boyfriend’s office and made her way to the kitchen, where she quickly came upon some lingering plates and cutlery from the night’s dinner. Once more, she took a deep breath, before taking a sponge and turning on the faucet, immersing herself in a simple, productive task to clear the fog in her head.
And within just a few moments, that fog seemed to start to clear. The girl felt calmer and more at ease, and didn’t even show annoyance when a familiar face came in to join her.
“Aww, thank you!” her boyfriend remarked, “You didn’t have to do that. Maybe I can help?”
“I can handle it myself,” she said without turning, “but thanks.”
Indeed, it seemed she was almost done with the work anyway, only one plate left to scrub off and place into the couple’s dishwasher. But then, that plate slipped from her hands.
In a moment of sudden panic, Ann scrambled to regain a grip on the wide dinner plate, her wet fingers grasping madly at the air over the sink. Finally, she was able to regain a hold, but it came at such an awkward angle that she ended up diverting the full pour of the faucet towards her body, blasting her with such force that she had to drop the ceramic into the basin below.
The plate shattered into pieces, and Ann just stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and what had come of it. She was drenched - the burst of water had reached her face, her t-shirt, and the front of her pants. As her boyfriend stepped calmly in front of her, turning off the sink and beginning to collect the shattered remains of the plate, the girl erupted once again in frustration.
“Fucking seriously!?” she yelled out, “Why the fuck did you have to distract me again? I was finally starting to fucking relax and you had to get up behind me and…”
“Whoa there now,” he gestured, as if trying to rein in a horse, “no need for that kind of hostility. I’ll just take care of the little mess here, and I think you should probably focus on getting yourself cleaned up?”
Again the girl growled, balling up fists as she walked away. Part of her wanted to keep arguing, but she knew there would be nothing to gain. Plus, she knew he was right - she needed to get herself cleaned up. Her shirt was sopping wet, and the stain on her pants had soaked her underwear as well.
As she changed herself out into dry clothes in their bedroom, Richard once again came to join, tapping her ajar door before peering in.
“You gonna be alright changing yourself there, babe? Maybe I should get you something a little more absorbent, in case you have another little mishap?”
“Real funny,” she rolled her eyes, “I can keep my pants dry just fine, as long as someone doesn’t keep distracting me. Now could you please leave me alone?”
“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced, and walked away.
Ann, dressed in a fresh set of clothes, took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down, hoping that she might be able to focus enough to get her work done. But as she stared again into the screen, she found herself again veering away from her task. She played games, watched news, checked social media, and did everything except the thing she was supposed to do, until a familiar feeling finally pulled her away from her seat.
“God fucking damn it,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she walked away from her laptop. She wondered why she had been so ineffective - she’d never been one to struggle so much with writer’s block or procrastination before, and she didn’t really care about the stupid hypnosis trigger, did she?
But then, only a few feet from her chair, Ann felt something strange. The urge that she had, that had started as a simple need for a pee break, seemed to be developing unnaturally, growing stronger and stronger each second. But it had gotten beyond even that.
The girl looked down, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, at the front of her fresh pair of shorts, spots were appearing. They weren’t some burst of desperation, but small, uncontrolled drop, leaking through underwear, and beginning to drip onto the floor.
“Fuck!” She launched into a sprint for the bathroom, but it was already too late. The drops had turned into a full-blown stream, flowing down across the legs of her shorts and forming puddles on the hardwood below, with her muscles unable to stop anything.
She finally did enter the bathroom, but there wasn’t much left for her to do there. She tossed off her ruined shorts and panties - her second such set of the day - and sat half-naked on the toilet bowl, mulling her situation, cursing until her face turned red.
And then, like clockwork, he showed up, carrying a crinkling package in his hand as he waved to his girlfriend from the bathroom’s entrance.
“What the fuck do you want!?” she balked, “And why do you even have that?”
“Occupational hazard,” he chuckled, “different hypnoses affect people in different ways, and sometimes these h-”
“NO!” she pointed, glaring suddenly, “Don’t say that word - that word that rhymes with ‘yelp.’ That’s your fucking trigger word, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
Richard smiled and shrugged, and then began to answer. “A good g-”
“No!” she cut him off, “You know what? Don’t fucking say anything. Don’t talk to me tonight. Sleep on the fucking couch. Okay?”
The man standing in the hallway nodded, raising his free hand up to gesture for calm. He said nothing.
“But,” Ann went on, her voice turning timid, “could you leave the package here? Thanks.”
Her boyfriend tossed the package towards her before proceeding to walk away once again. Ann, after a few moments, reached to bring it closer to herself, shuddering as she examined the contents.
Diapers. A small, mostly empty bag of thick, adult diapers. Ann wondered if she really needed them, or if she was simply letting Richard’s riddles get in her head. Either way, she figured, it would be easier to just put one on. Tomorrow afternoon, she reminded herself, she would be done with this insanity, free to go back to her normal life. And she would never agree to let that man hypnotize her again.
With a sigh, the girl took a garment from the bag and unfolded it, trying to make sense of front and back. This will be over soon, she reminded herself, and she stood to wrap the diaper around herself. It was an alien feeling, and she winced as she heard the plastic crinkle. Still, it wasn’t all that uncomfortable, and she was able to ease into the sensation as she walked back towards the bedroom, carrying the remainder of the bag in her fingers.
Richard had gone to sleep on their sofa, as requested, and Ann flopped onto their bed alone, thoughts from the previous day racing through her mind. She was too tired to try to do work any longer, and she reminded herself that it would be a waste of time anyway. Within a day, this would all be over, and that thought calmed her as she drifted off peacefully.
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Some nine hours later, Ann rubbed her tired head as she tried to adjust to the new day. She wasn’t used to sleeping so long, and she certainly wasn’t used to the new sensation between her legs.
“Oh, Christ…” she mumbled, tossing off her blanket and covers to reveal a sopping diaper underneath.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Richard waltzed in, a wide smile on his face, “Ready for breakfast?”
“Could you not be so fucking loud?” she whispered, holding the side of her head, “i literally just woke up. Jesus…”
“Oh my,” he said, speaking more softly now, “looks like someone’s had a busy night, huh? I suppose I’ll just leave you to it, then.”
And for a few moments, he did, working away in the kitchen while the girl tried to orient herself. Slowly, Ann was able to untape her worn diaper, wrap it, and toss into their wastebasket, before pulling another from the bag - the last, she quickly realized - and setting it around her hips.
“Need any… assistance there?” Richard chimed in from the kitchen.
“No!” she balked, “I can change myself. I don’t need you using this as an excuse to humiliate me any more.”
“Suit yourself, then.”
This time, however, it seemed the tapes were baffling Ann. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t fix them around her waist, no matter if she was lying down or standing up, no matter how she tried to position her hands.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he finally asked again, peering into the bedroom door.
“I told you not to… ugh…” the girl scowled, crossing her arms and turning her head. “Fine! Go ahead and fucking change me already. I hope you’re happy, asshole.”
“Always!” he answered cheerily, whistling to himself as he fastened the blushing girl’s diaper.
“Y’know,” he said, just as he was finishing the work, “I think I might have to pick up a few things at the mall today. Would you care to join me?”
“Fine,” the girl replied, her head still turned away, a scowl still covering her face, “whatever.”
Breakfast was a silent affair - flapjacks and scrambled eggs, which the girl ate, to her relief, without incident. All the while, her mind continued to race through her current situation, as she struggled to accept the profound effects the hypnosis seemed to have had on her, and wondered how much further it would go before the day was through.
Soon, the two were in the mall lobby, watching Sunday crowds scuttle about around them. Ann had chosen a light blue sundress to wear - the one clean item she had that wouldn’t leave her with an obvious bulge - but she was still highly self-conscious of what was hidden underneath.
“So what did you want to get here?” the girl asked, nervously maintaining her hands at the hem of her dress.
“Well,” he began, “I did notice that package I gave you was running a bit l-”
“Oh my fucking god,” she cut him off, “You fucking asshole. You just brought me out here to buy diapers, didn’t you? You just want to fucking humiliate me, is that it?”
“Now, now,” Richard answered calmly, “no need to make a fuss. Yes, I may have needed to pick up a few of those, but I’m also happy to go shop for anything you like. My treat - it’s my way of thanking you for -” he paused and grinned, anticipating her grimace at his next word, “helping me with this project.”
Ann’s face turned red as she clenched her teeth. She wanted to scream that this was some trap, but she fought against the urge, not wanting to call attention to herself in this state. Plus, if he was being honest, this could be a chance for her to salvage her situation with a bit of material compensation.
And so, the girl led her boyfriend without a word to an upscale clothing outlet, handing him a basket to carry. For the next hour, she would fill it with anything that caught her eye, smiling gleefully as she snatched up the most extravagant items in the store. And Richard, for his part, said nothing.
That was, until he heard the girl’s stomach emit a familiar rumble.
“Uh oh…” he teased, “looks like someone’s gotta go.”
“It’s fine,” Ann rolled her eyes, “I can wait. I’d rather not deal with a public bathroom right now.” And with that, she went back to picking clothes, as her boyfriend shrugged silently and averted his gaze with a whistle.
It was only a few moments later, though, that a sudden and powerful cramp struck the girl, causing her to nearly drop the dress she was holding. With wide eyes and blush cheeks, the girl looked nervously around before admitting a change of heart.
“Berightback,” she blurted, and she darted off into the mall. And after putting their overflowing basket aside, her boyfriend ran after.
For a moment, Ann stopped and turned. “Don’t follow me!” she yelled, “I don’t need your fucking help, okay? I - I - oh god…”
The second cramp that hit, it seemed, was far more forceful than the first. There, in the mall’s corridor, Ann grunted as she felt her body pushing and pushing, a massive, mushy mess filling the back of her diaper.
She wanted to cry.
“There there, sweetie,” Richard said softly, “it’s okay. Why don’t we just make a quick run to the pharmacy, and then we’ll be off home and get you nice and clean, ‘kay?”
“You…” she grimaced, but she held back. Don’t make a scene here, she told herself, not here.
And so she went along, swallowing her tongue and her pride as he took her by the hand over to the mall’s small drugstore. But against his word, Richard seemed to be taking his sweet time, whistling as he carefully looked through the packages in the diaper aisle, before settling on one he liked.
“Oooh, this is perfect! A nice big package for you. Can you read how many diapies are in here?”
“Fuck off,” the girl whispered through gritted teeth, “I can read fine, asshole.”
“Oh?” the man countered with a condescending smile, “Go on, then.”
Fuming through her nose as she tried to contain her rage, the girl let her eyes drift to the package, finding nothing but incomprehensible symbols on it. Then, those eyes began to dart around the aisle, finding only the same on every other package and sign. And when she realized what it all meant, Ann snapped.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” she yelled, stomping her foot against the store rug, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME??”
“Now now, sweetie,” Richard smiled, putting aside the package he was holding, “there’s no need for that kind of language. Don’t forget we’re in a store now.”
“Fuck you,” the girl retorted, her face beet red as she landed another stomp on the floor, “Fuck you fuck you fu-”
In an instant, the girl found herself looking down at the floor, positioned with her full diaper facing up over her boyfriend’s knee.
“Tsk tsk tsk” he shook his head, stern but calm, “How many times did I warn you?”
*SMACK*
“Little girls like you shouldn’t be using such foul language.”
*SMACK*
“And now, this is what you get.”
*SMACK*
“Is that clear?”
Ann nodded behind watering eyes as she was let down onto her feet, her hand reaching to support her sore bottom as she winced at the sticky mess that had been pressed against it.
She would be silent for the rest of their mall trip, hiding her face behind her hands as her boyfriend checked out the new package of diapers, and looking away as they drove home. It was almost over, she told herself, remembering that there were only a few hours left before the day was up. This nightmare is almost over.
That only made it more shocking, however, when he led her back into their apartment to reveal what was once his office, redone completely into a full, adult-sized nursery, complete with a giant crib, soft pink-colored walls with infantile decorations, and a changing mat, onto which she found herself being placed.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he smiled, “I did a little redecorating while you were asleep last night. Thought you mind need this.”
“What the fuck,” the girl seethed, preparing to burst once more, “You fucking psycho…”
“Now, now,” he chided, “what did we say about naughty words?”
“I can say whatever the fuck I want!”
“Can you, now?”
The girl was ready to go off once more, but she was interrupted by a strange feeling. Her tongue, it seemed, was lost in her mouth, and all of the sounds she wanted to make seemed impossible.
“Ga…” she mustered, “ba… da…” but she simply couldn’t formulate a word.
“Oh, too bad,” Richard commented, unable to fully hide his chuckle at the girl’s state, “Seems like someone’s lost her train of thought. And it’s such a shame, because I’m sure you really wanted to ask for me to undo this hypnosis.
“But that’s not going to happen now, because you went and said those words again - I can. So sad, really - you could have probably figured it out when you were still smart enough, but instead you went and insulted me and my work, thinking you were so much better than all of it.
“I guess it can’t be helped. I guess that’s just the girl you are - or at least, the one you were. Thinking you were better than everyone else, thinking you could do anything. And that’s exactly why I had to teach you this lesson.”
Ann lay in wide-eyed shock as she soaked in the revelation. Her mind raced as she tried to find a way out, a way to escape being this oversized baby, unable to speak a word, being changed out of a full, wet, messy diaper before being put down into her crib for a nap.
But she couldn’t.
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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 19
Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC Smut & Language - Minors DNI New as of 8/31/2023
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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)
Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 
Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.
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Chapter Quote: "Did we really just fuck in the hallway?"
Dieter and I were a little late getting out of bed that morning. After our post-sleep declarations, we indulged in our physical intimacy for a while longer, which led to a cold breakfast. Not that either of us minded. Given that we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it seemed that neither of us were satiated after the morning exploits. I probably could have skipped breakfast all together if it meant spending more time wrapped up in his naked embrace.     
Once we finished with breakfast, we got ready and spent the afternoon at a nearby winery which used the final product from the vineyard to make their wine. I learned more than I ever needed to know about wine making. I also tasted a lot more than I should have. As the visit went on, I found myself more focused on watching the way Dieter’s mouth moved when he spoke than listening to what he was saying. I was pretty buzzed by the time we left and only had one thing on my mind. I just wanted to get back to the house and have my way with him. Based on his darkened eyes and firm touches, he seemed to reciprocate that feeling.         
After we got back to the house, we couldn’t even behave ourselves long enough to make it to the bedroom. I pinned him against the wall in the upstairs hallway, kissing him urgently, while pulling at his belt buckle. The alcohol was clearly affecting my decision-making skills. He didn’t seem to mind as he backed me up against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway, lifting the long skirt I had worn for our outing. He was pleasantly surprised to find I had nothing underneath. I gave him a wry smile as he looked at me with wide eyes. 
“Have you been like this all day?” he asked, somewhat breathlessly. 
“I’m starting to find undergarments to be a hindrance when certain situations arise. The less I have in the way of fucking you the better.” 
He let out a low groan before he started kissing me again. I finally freed him from his briefs as he lifted one of my legs to hook around his waist. He rubbed his tip at my entrance, finding that I was ready for him. He wasted no time sinking into me, continuing with hard thrusts. We buried our faces in each other’s necks, trying to stifle the sounds that escaped. I knotted one of my hands in the front of his shirt, while the other pulled at his hair. He used one arm to brace himself against the wall to support both of us, while his other hand held my leg in place around his waist. The angle of his movements provided the most electrifying friction against my center, eliciting an intense release that radiated out to all parts of my body causing my head to fall back against the wall. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds escaping from my mouth. He spilled into me moments later as he let out a strangled moan into my neck. 
We sat unmoving for some time, both of us panting heavily and covered in a light sheen of sweat. He dropped my leg and moved to kiss me. His hand grabbed at my hip tightly as our tongues danced with one another. He finally pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. He let out a small laugh against my lips. 
“Did we really just fuck in the hallway?” I let out a chuckle in response.
“We did, and I would do it again with no reservations.”
He responded by giving me one last kiss before turning to button his pants. We finally made it to our room where we spent several minutes cleaning ourselves up. We were both flushed and had freshly fucked hair. We couldn’t look at each other without breaking into smiles. I was honestly shocked at how my body was responding to him. I had never felt this turned on by someone before. The more I indulged in him, the worse it got. I guessed it was payback for avoiding it for so long. It was coming back to bite me with gusto.  
Once we were both presentable, we headed toward the patio for dinner. Lucia was just finishing setting everything up as we walked out. She spent a few minutes chatting with us about our day. She had a genuine smile on her face the entire time and seemed happy to have Dieter there. He was clearly in a happier mood than he had been upon our arrival, and it was infectious.
Lucia eventually left us alone to eat. We were surprisingly quiet during our meal. Mostly just enjoying being in each other’s company. Afterwards, we walked over to a grassy area that was a short distance away from the house. Dieter was surprised when I laid down on the grass to look at the stars. 
“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh. 
“Looking at the sky. You don’t get to see it like this in the city.”
He agreed as he laid down beside me. We were silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again.
“Can I ask you some questions? You don’t have to answer if it’s too much.” 
I felt his hand move to search out mine. My hand met with his and entwined our fingers together. He inhaled deeply before agreeing. 
“The woman in the pictures, is that your mom?”
I could hear the smile in his voice, “Yeah, that’s her. I can’t believe that’s one of the first things you went for when you walked into the house. Why did that get your attention?”
I felt a small wave of emotion wash over me as I continued to look at the sky, realizing what it was that drew me in. 
“Her eyes. They had the same look you have sometimes.”
I felt his hand tighten in mine. I didn’t elaborate on what I meant by that, but I think he knew. I wasn’t sure why, but it gave me an uneasy feeling.  
“Did you really bring me white roses the first time you came over because they’re a personal favorite or did it mean something to you?” 
He snorted and laughed as he rolled over onto his side to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at me. He slid his hand across my waist before asking, “What do you think?” 
I could faintly make out a hint of his flirty grin in the moonlight. 
“Sneaky, sneaky. I think Lauren was on to you.” 
“She definitely was. She’s already asked me about it, actually.” 
“And you said?” He laughed.
“She took my non-response as a response and let it go. You know how she is.” 
I laughed, “I do know. It’s impossible to keep anything from her.” 
He continued to smile as he pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. He held it there as he stared out into the darkness. 
“Lucia seems to really care about you. Is she family?” He knitted his brows together before responding. 
“She was my mom’s best friend. I stayed with her after…everything happened. I was with her for a long time because I didn’t want to be here. She didn’t live on the property then. Her and Mateo moved here after my dad passed to help run the place. Mateo had been working with my dad since the beginning, so he knew everything that needed to be done. I’ve never really had it in me to be involved with the day-to-day things.” 
He laid down on his arm facing me. Still holding my hand in his, near his chest. 
“Have you been to your mom’s grave at all?”
He seemed to stare off at nothing as he answered. 
“The only time I’ve been is when we buried my father… and even then…I pretended she wasn’t there. I haven’t been able to do it.”
“If you wanna go before we leave, I’ll go with you.” 
He didn’t answer, his thoughts had briefly led him somewhere else as he continued to stare without blinking.  
I turned on my side to face him, reaching with my other hand to rub at the side of his jaw. His eyes finally met mine.
“Thank you for being here for me,” he said quietly as tears pooled in his eyes. My eyes immediately filled up too. I pulled him toward me for a chaste kiss. I leaned my forehead against his. 
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I would do anything for you. I love you.” 
The tears finally slipped down his cheeks as we both realized it was the first time I had said those exact words aloud to him. He kissed me again as both of us smiled against each other's lips.
We were soon met with the sounds of dishes clinking as Lucia and Jose cleaned up on the patio. We took that as our cue to make our way back to the house. We wished them both goodnight before heading up to bed. 
Early the next morning, I woke to Dieter getting out of bed. He leaned down and kissed me before saying he would be back and to go back to sleep. I had just managed to doze off when the flash of light and a door closing pulled me out of sleep. I sat up, looking around the room. Dieter was gone.
I pulled the sheet around my naked body as I got out of bed. I walked over to the terrace doors and pulled the curtains back far enough to peek out. I could faintly make out Dieter’s form as he walked toward the wooded area, with freshly cut white roses in his hand. A sad smile formed on my face as I realized where he was going. I was proud of him and hoped he got what he needed out of the visit with his mother’s grave. I moved to lay down in the bed and instantly fell back to sleep. 
Sometime later, the room filled with light as Dieter opened the curtains. I felt him sit on the edge of the bed beside me. He gently pushed my hair back to wake me up. My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. I reached up to touch his face. His hand met mine as he held it against his cheek.
“You doing ok?” I asked him softly. He bit his bottom lip as he shook his head up and down. He seemed different, lighter maybe. I smiled up at him. 
“You ready to head back home?” he asked as he turned to kiss the palm of my hand. 
“Not particularly, but I guess we need to.” 
I drug myself out of bed and got dressed in some comfortable clothes for the long drive. We quickly packed up, then went out onto the terrace to have breakfast. As soon as we were finished, we started to load up the car. Lucia, Mateo, and Jose came out to see us off. Lucia gave Dieter a somewhat emotional goodbye. As she was hugging me, she asked that I make sure he comes back to see her soon.
Dieter seemed more relaxed and carefree on our drive back home. He happily chatted the entire way and sang along to random songs as he drove. He was clearly feeling much better after the trip. I silently hoped he would stay this way as I watched him from the passenger seat.
When we got closer to civilization, both of our phones began to go crazy as all the missed call alerts and text messages started to come in. His alerts were beyond ridiculous. He ended up turning the sound off as he quietly cursed at it. Most of my messages were work related. I quickly sent a few responses to let them know I would handle things when I got back in the office. They all knew I was unavailable, yet here we were. They were a needy bunch.                       
We spent that evening relaxing after the long drive. The following day was spent unpacking and catching up on everything we had missed. We had to prepare ourselves to enter back into the real world. I needed to go into the office for several meetings the following day and Dieter had several meetings he had to attend in order to prepare for his upcoming travel and filming. Neither of us were looking forward to it. 
When Wednesday finally rolled around, I was struggling to get back into my morning routine. It didn’t help that Dieter was there and decided to join me in the shower, further slowing the process down. 
Late Tuesday night, I had found out that we were getting a surprise visit from one of our important clients, so I was a little flustered and felt unprepared. I probably should have gotten my clothes ready the night before because everything was wrinkled. I finally settled on a black tailored three-piece suit. The pants had a straight leg fit and stopped at my ankles. The matching top was more like a bustier. It was on the sexy side, but I said ‘fuck it’ and went with it anyway. I figured I would be fine if I kept the blazer buttoned up. I added some black heels to complete the look. 
As I was quickly putting my hair up into a loose updo, Dieter came into the bathroom. He was momentarily distracted by the bustier top I had on without the blazer. 
“Damn, can I come to work with you?” he said as he slid his hands around the sliver of bare skin at my waist and kissed up the back of my neck. 
“You’re going to make me late if you keep it up,” I replied as I stuck the final pin in my hair to hold it in place.   
He huffed, “Who needs work anyway?”
I narrowed my eyes on him in the mirror. He laughed as he grabbed his toothbrush and wandered off into the bedroom. I shrugged my blazer on then rushed around to gather up my laptop and everything else I needed for the day. I stood at the kitchen table digging through my bag, feeling like I was forgetting something. Dieter walked over and handed me coffee in a travel mug and the charging cord for my laptop. I laughed before pulling him in for a lingering kiss. We both inhaled deeply as I pulled away. 
“You want me to drop you off at work? I’m heading in that direction. It’ll save you from looking for a parking spot.” 
“You picking me up too?” 
“No, I’m gonna leave your ass there,” he shot back with a sarcastic tone.
I tilted my head to the side and gave him an annoyed look as he started laughing.
“Alright, you ass, let’s go.” I gave him a playful slap on the chest as I turned to grab my bag off the table.    
Dieter got me to the office in record time. He pulled up out front of the building and gave me a quick kiss before I exited the vehicle. He handed me my forgotten coffee mug just as I was about to shut the door. I was a flustered mess as I walked in the front entrance to Kerrie, Aubrey, and Elizabeth staring at me. 
“Do you have a chauffeur now?” Kerrie asked with a smirk. 
“What? No. I was running late and…never mind. It doesn’t matter.” 
“Was that your friend from New York?” Aubrey asked with a smile forming on her face.
“Yes. It was.” My response was clipped as I eyed the three of them. Realizing where this was going. 
“So, what did you do while you were off?” Elizabeth asked a little too nonchalantly. 
“No. I’m not doing this. Don’t we have clients coming soon?” They all three continued to stare at me, with sly grins on their faces. 
“Stop it. I’m not telling you anything.” I gave them a serious look and squared my shoulders. I walked toward my office without another word. I heard the three of them start laughing as Kerrie yelled, “We’ll get it out of you eventually!”  
My morning continued to frustrate me. My neediest employee, Steve, appeared in my office thirty minutes before our clients were scheduled to arrive. He was having one issue after another. The guy was wearing me out. I couldn’t figure if trouble sought him out or if it was from his own making. I got him squared away just as I saw Kerrie leading our clients toward the conference room. I wasn’t sure if I was mentally prepared to deal with them. I knew what they were about to try to do, because it wasn’t the first time they had done this. 
Aubrey and I met just outside my office door. She told me to take the lead on it. She personally knew one of the clients and did not want to be the bad guy if she didn’t have to be. Figures.  
After forty-five minutes of contract negotiation discussions, I was ready to snap. They were not letting it go. I sat unblinking with an emotionless expression on my face as I listened to Mr. Brad Northrup lecture me about our prices. I finally sighed loudly, which got his attention, causing him to stop mid-sentence. 
“Is there a problem, Natalia?” Brad said with an irritated tone. 
Aubrey knew what was coming. I could see her grimace before I opened my mouth. 
“Actually, yes, there is. This is the third time we’ve had this conversation. I let it slide the first two times and gave in because of your friendship with Aubrey, but I’m not doing it again. Clearly, you’re having some financial issues, or else you wouldn’t keep asking for this. We have costs that we have to cover too, which you don’t know the first thing about. So, lecturing me about how much we charge is not going to get the response that you want from me, Brad.”  
The atmosphere in the room shifted. His team was no longer throwing figures and justifications at us. They sat in silence with wide eyes. 
“Look, I’ll give you two options. We can look at cutting costs which would include cutting some of the services that we currently offer to you. You’re not keeping the contract you currently have at a cheaper price. Or we can cancel your contract and you’re more than welcome to find a new firm to work with that meets your price point.” 
I sat back in my seat and tossed my pen on the table. I was done. Brad looked at Aubrey, “You’re really going to let that stand?”
“She's the lead on the account. I support whatever decision she comes to.” 
Brad looked like he was about to blow a gasket as he gathered his things to leave. He said they would talk to their partners and get back to us. I watched his team file out the door, noticing Dieter standing in the reception area with Kerrie. They both had amused expressions on their faces. The door was open, so I’m sure they heard my outburst. 
I walked out to meet him and asked why he was here so early. 
“Well, I was bored so I figured I’d come watch you hand that guy his own ass on a platter,” he said with a chuckle. He put one hand on my hip and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. His actions immediately got the attention of everyone in the office. 
“Oh, you heard that, huh?” I said through a laugh. 
“I did, and you know I loved every minute of it.” 
He gave me a flirty look and I returned it with a smirk before biting my bottom lip. I was well aware of how much he liked it when I “laid the law down”. I was also suddenly very aware of all the eyes on us. My coworkers were so fucking nosey. 
I cleared my throat, “Seriously, what’s up. Everything ok?”
“Yeah, I realized you didn’t bring lunch with you this morning and you don’t have your car. So, I brought you food.” 
He held up the small bag in his other hand that I hadn't noticed.
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about lunch. Thank you.” 
I suddenly felt very self-conscious. 
“Let’s go eat in my office. Alone.” I emphasized the last word as I looked around so that the onlookers could hear it. They all diverted their eyes and pretended they weren’t listening. 
I closed the door behind us while he went to sit at the small table at the far end of my office. We spent a few minutes talking about our day. He seemed to be in good spirits and excited about filming, which was surprising. After a few minutes of silence, he changed the subject. 
“Do we have any plans tonight?”
“Not that I’m aware of, why?”
“Well, a good portion of the missed calls and messages that I had were from Anna. I forgot, today is her birthday. Everyone’s getting together at some fancy restaurant to celebrate. She wants us to come.” 
“Oh. What time?”
“Pretty much right after you get off work.” 
“If you want to go, I’ll go.” 
“You’re sure? I know you’ve had a long day.”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Honestly, I wasn’t excited about it at all. I knew he wanted to try and keep his friendship with her. So, I was going to roll with it and try to have a good time. 
After we finished eating, I gathered our trash and walked over next to my desk to throw it away. When I turned, Dieter was there. I leaned against the edge of my desk as he unbuttoned my blazer. He moved in closer, straddling my legs and running his hands around my waist under my blazer to pull me in for a kiss. His hands were rubbing small circles on the bare skin of my lower back as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I knotted my hands into the front of his shirt and deepened the kiss. I could feel him getting hard against me. I had just pulled away when Kerrie came through the door. She froze, unsure of how to respond to what she had walked in on. I had a smirk on my face as I raised my eyebrows at her. Neither Dieter nor I had moved from our embrace. I imagined he probably wasn’t in any state to turn around at the moment.
“Umm, your ugh, one o’clock is here.” Kerrie said, struggling to hide the smile she was fighting. 
“I’ll be out in a minute.” 
She nodded as she turned and shut the door behind her. I looked at Dieter, who had an embarrassed smile on his face. 
“I’m gonna hear about that later.” 
“Yep. My fault, sorry.” 
I walked him out to the lobby. He gave Aubrey and Kerrie a tight smile and small wave, with a slightly red face on his way out. They both gave me toothy grins after he was out the door. I responded with the middle finger as I walked around the corner to the waiting area to greet my next set of clients.  
The afternoon passed quickly. I spent part of it dodging questions and insinuations every time I was around Kerrie or Aubrey. They were relentless, but it was all in good fun. Before I knew it, it was time for Dieter to pick me up. I had him pull up out front to get me so he could avoid any further interactions with nosey coworkers. 
When we got to the restaurant, it was clear paparazzi were out everywhere. It was one of those places you went to be seen.
“Sorry, I’ve never been to this place. I didn’t know they would be here.” 
I inhaled deeply. Shaking my head as I tried to keep calm. 
“No biggie, it was bound to happen eventually. Right?” I gave him a worried look. 
“We can walk in separately if you want? They won’t bother if I’m not with you.”   
“No, it’s fine. Really. Maybe just no hand holding or anything. Don’t want to create a frenzy.”
He agreed, as he turned to pull up front to the valet parking area. As soon as he exited the vehicle, they were on him. I managed to get out and walk ahead without them noticing. They were too focused on shouting questions at Dieter. I waited for him on the steps. He eventually made his way over to me. He put his hand on my lower back as we started to walk through the door, which led to a flurry of flashes. 
“Geez, that’s insanity,” I said with an exasperated laugh once we were just inside the door. 
“I know, I’m sorry.” 
“Stop apologizing, It’s fine. I know what I’m getting into.”
I grabbed his hand as we made our way through the restaurant to find Anna’s table. It was one of those trendy type restaurants with dim lighting and high-end furnishings. I couldn’t say I was surprised she would want to come to a place like this.
We found her table in one of the back corners. There had to be at least fifteen people there already and she was seated in the middle of them. She called over to say she had saved us seats, right in front of her. Dieter greeted everyone and introduced me to anyone I hadn’t met yet. As I sat in the chair, I could feel Anna’s eyes looking me over.
“Geez Talia, I didn’t realize I was attending a board meeting.”
It took Dieter and I both a minute to register what she meant. She was referring to the suit that I was wearing. Dieter narrowed his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. I grabbed his hand to stop him, before reaching to unbutton and remove my blazer. He glanced over and instantly knew what was coming based on my overly calm demeanor. He had a smirk on his face before a word left my mouth.
“I’m sorry Anna, but homeless bag-lady chic isn’t really appropriate for a professional office setting. Seeing as I came directly here from work, I guess you’ll just have to deal with my business attire. I’m sorry it doesn’t meet your dress code.”  
Anna briefly sat with her mouth agape before her eyes dropped down to the bustier, I had just uncovered. Her eyes widened with shock at my response. 
I gave her a sarcastic smile as Dieter burst out laughing. He didn’t even try to hold it back like the others sitting around us did. It was a great start to our evening. Anna finally recovered and laughed it off, but she was clearly seething over it. She wasn’t used to someone biting back at her snide remarks. 
The waiter came over soon after that to get our food and drink orders, which helped diffuse the tension. Anna avoided talking to us for some time. We were nearly done with our appetizer when she finally turned her attention back to Dieter.
“I literally tried for days to get hold of you about tonight. Where were you that didn’t have a cell signal?”
He had a guarded look on his face as he took a long drink of water from his glass. As he set it down, he put his free arm around my shoulders and pulled me in closer to his side. I could feel him tense before he spoke.
“Talia and I went to Sonoma for a few days.” 
She gave a sarcastic laugh as she drew her brows down together in confusion. 
“Like, to your parents' place?”  
He exhaled before narrowing his eyes at her, “Yeah, like to my parent’s place.” 
She laughed harder as she looked over at me.
“Did he tell you his big secret, Talia?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“I told her everything,” Dieter replied, giving her a pointed look. He continued to calmly sip at his drink while we watched her anger bubble to the surface.
“So, you trust HER with that information over your best friend?” 
Dieter smiled as he set his glass down. He squeezed his hand into a fist as it rested on the table, then started repeatedly rubbing his fingertips down his palm. I could feel his leg bouncing beside mine under the table. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh to calm him.  
“Yes, I trust her with everything.” 
“So, what, are you two like together now? Is that it? You think she’s gonna save you from yourself?”   
Dieter’s eyes blackened as his face tensed. I sat up straighter in my seat causing Dieter to tighten his hold on my shoulder. He thought I was about to snap on her.  
“Honestly Anna, it’s none of your business what I think at this point. I’m finally happy. You should just accept that.”
“You really think this is gonna work out between you two? She’s not like us. She’s gonna get sick of your moody shit once she gets to know the real you. You know that right?” 
Dieter leaned forward, loudly slamming his fist down on the table. All eyes were on us now. A smile slid across Anna’s face as she casually leaned back in her seat. She stared at Dieter, unblinking. 
“There’s my angry boy,” she purred.
Her eyes shifted to look at me, “See Talia, he has a bit of a temper. You think you can handle that?”
“Fuck you, Anna. You don’t know me anymore,” Dieter shot back at her, rather loudly as he stood up. The sound of his chair scratching across the floor echoed in the now silent room.
I stood up beside him and tightly grabbed onto his arm. 
“Let’s go,” I said as I pushed him away from the table. He jerked his arm away from me, then leaned down over the table toward Anna. 
“I’m done with this,” he said as he pointed his finger between them. “I’m done with all of this,” he added, motioning to everyone else at the table. 
I chanced a glance around the room. People were starting to pull out their phones. I let out a quiet “fuck” as I roughly reached for his arm again and made him look at me. 
“Let’s go home. Now,” I said sternly.
He slowly shook his head up and down as we stared at each other, wide eyed. He turned to walk away, kicking the chair out of his way as he went.
I turned back to Anna, who was still smiling like the Cheshire cat while she watched him walk away. She glanced over at me, and her smile faded. I was beyond livid, so I knew she was getting a full dose of the “fucking scary” version of me in that moment. 
“You’re a selfish and pathetic bitch. You know that? Eventually, you’re gonna end up alone. You deserve to end up alone.”  
I could tell those words struck a nerve by the way she flinched away from them. I grabbed our things and turned to leave without another word. I walked over to where Dieter was waiting in the alcove near the bathrooms. 
He was leaning back against the wall with his hands rubbing at his face when I approached him. I grabbed his hands to pull them away, dropping them at his sides. His eyes were still black as they darted around looking at everything and nothing. He started clenching and unclenching his right hand. Occasionally stopping to run his thumb over his fingertips. He seemed like he was trying to control his breathing.
“Can you talk to me, please?”
He was slowly shaking his head from side to side as he closed his eyes.  I was having a hard time getting him to focus. I had never seen him like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. I reached up and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, somewhat tightly, forcing him to stop moving his head. His eyes popped open widely as he finally looked at me. 
“Don’t let her get to you. She’s not worth it.” 
I leaned my forehead against his as I felt his hands settle on my hips. 
“I can’t believe she said that to you. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I don’t give a damn about anything she has to say. She’s just trying to pull you back into her mess.”  
He pulled me in for a tight hug, burying his face into my neck. He took several deep breaths before he pulled away. He rested one of his hands on the back of my neck as he stared at me. His eyes looked better now. They were back to their normal chocolate brown color. 
“How about you take me home and get me out of this damn bustier?” 
That had the intended effect. He gave me a small smile and chuckled before pulling me in for a chaste kiss. We were both smiling as we turned to walk toward the exit. I took a brief glance in Anna’s direction. She had been watching us from the table. It gave me some pleasure knowing she had seen that whole exchange between Dieter and me. He was now smiling and that wasn’t the outcome she wanted.  
When we exited the restaurant, we were met with a flurry of flashes and shouted questions. We kept our distance as we walked toward the waiting car and got in. Dieter drove around for a little while and took the long way back to my house to make sure no one followed us. Luckily that didn’t seem to be the case. 
By the time we got home, he and I were both exhausted by the day's events. We peeled the clothes off each other and crawled into bed, wrapping up in each other's embrace under the blankets. We briefly spent some time exploring each other's bodies in silence. Happy to be in each other’s presence and feel the warmth and electricity that resulted from our loving caresses. I snuggled into his chest as he ran his fingers through my loose curls. His soft touches caused me to drift off to sleep. 
At some point in the middle of the night, I felt Dieter get up out of bed. I turned toward his dark figure as he was putting on a pair of shorts. 
“Is something wrong?”
“No mi estrella, I just can’t fall asleep. I’m gonna go in here so I don’t keep you awake. I’ll be back once my mind slows down.”
“Are you having the dreams again?”
“No, it’s not that. I’m just wide awake.”
He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room. I looked up at the clock. It was 4am. This was different, but he had said that he sometimes has episodes of insomnia. I wasn’t sure if it was cause for concern or not. Especially after the exchange he and Anna had earlier. Hopefully he wasn’t bothered by what she had said, because she didn’t know what she was talking about. 
I finally fell back to sleep at some point. I was awakened by my alarm a few hours later. Dieter still wasn’t in bed, but I could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen. I had a staff meeting and a few conference calls that I needed to go into the office to deal with, so I got up to get ready. I kept things more casual today, opting for dark wash skinny jeans, a light purple silky top, and a blazer. It was definitely a flats day too. My feet were killing me after wearing heels the day before. I left my hair down with loose curls and went light on the makeup. 
Once I was ready, I walked toward the kitchen in search of Dieter. He had made breakfast and was just finishing up making me a plate as I walked around the corner. He seemed very wired for someone who didn’t get much sleep. 
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting to wake up to this.” I gave him a surprised laugh. 
“Well, I had to do something to occupy my time. I got tired of looking over scripts.”
He shrugged as he handed me a plate of food. I gave him a concerned look.
“Are you sure you’re ok? Last night was kind of a lot.”
“Yeah, that isn’t even on my mind. I’m over it. I just got to thinking about work and couldn’t fall asleep. I always do this before filming starts. I start obsessing and over preparing. I’m fine. I promise.”
He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before shooing me toward the table to eat. 
“Do you have anything going on today?” I asked him in between bites. 
“I have a few calls, that’s about it.”
“I’ll probably be back around lunch time. We have a staff meeting and I have a few calls, then I’ll leave. I’ll work from home the rest of the afternoon.”
He bobbed his head up and down, “Cool, I’ll go grab us some lunch then.”
I gave him a smile, then quickly finished up so I could get going. As I was heading out the door, his phone started to go crazy with text messages, then rang. He rolled his eyes and gave me a quick kiss before going to answer it.
When I walked into the back employee entrance at the office, I could feel eyes on me. I sighed as I neared the reception area to see Aubrey and Kerrie both looking at their phones. They looked up at me with surprised expressions on their faces.  
I paused, giving them a confused look. 
“What?”
Their eyes shifted to each other, then back to me.
“What? Is something wrong?”
Aubrey was hesitant, but finally spoke up, “Have you not seen the gossip columns today?”
I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes as I slowly exhaled. “Fuck. What is it? Let me see.”
Aubrey handed me her phone. TMZ had posted a ridiculously long article about forty-five minutes ago. It was about last night. There were pictures and video of Dieter and I leaving the restaurant. There were also grainy videos of our confrontation with Anna and of me trying to calm him down. The voices on the audio were too low to make out anything that had been said. The article made every effort to sensationalize the whole evening with little facts about what happened. They also referred to me as an unidentified female friend. Luckily my face was either covered with my hand or not very clear in all the images and video. I rolled my eyes and handed Aubrey her phone. 
“Care to share what that’s all about?” Aubrey asked. 
“Yes, I do care. It’s not as bad as they’re making it out to be. It’s not a big deal.” 
Kerrie gave me a sympathetic look as she spoke, “I’m sure the picture he posted on Instagram early this morning isn’t going to help the situation.”
“The what?” I didn’t know what she was talking about. Her eyes widened. 
“You didn’t know about that?” 
I shook my head as I pulled out my phone to look. Sure enough, he had posted a picture of us earlier this morning. I didn’t even know he had taken it. It was a picture of us laying down, his face pressed against my forehead with his fingers in my hair as I lay sleeping. It was cropped in a way that you couldn’t fully see my face. It was blurred slightly with a black and white filter and had text across the middle that said, “Just us.”       
It already had so many likes and comments. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the comments. I raised my head to look at Aubrey and Kerrie. I could feel the panic rising in my chest. 
“Well, I guess the cat is officially out of the bag.”
A/N: So, did anyone call it that both Dieter and Talia were going to let Anna have it? That was kind of satisfying, right? Look at Lauren picking up on things and not saying anything to Talia about it. Makes you wonder what else her and Dieter talk about when Talia isn't around...
How do you guys feel about the Instagram post? Good move? Bad move? How do we feel about Dieter's behavior? Do you feel like it's pretty on par with how he has been since the beginning?
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say it's here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn
Second time reading this wonderful story. Enjoyed it very, very much! Love getting both LZ and WY POVs and watching their relationship grow.
Quotes:
With Wei Ying he had to be particularly careful because there were so many things he wanted to be true. For a minute he’d thrilled to imagine Wei Ying saving a place for him every Saturday. Thinking of him. Wanting him there. He couldn’t afford to take that seriously; it would hurt too much to learn he’d been wrong.
Besides, making customers feel welcome and happy to be there was part of the barista’s job, and Wei Ying was very, very good at his job. He could appreciate it in that light: a skilled professional at work.
That settled, he returned to the next exam in his stack. The next time Wei Ying called out, “Am I right, Lan Zhan?” in the middle of a discussion with his coworker, Lan Wangji only raised his eyes briefly, causing Wei Ying to laugh and say “Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop bothering you.”
He didn’t, of course. He rarely went more than ten minutes without calling out to Lan Wangji, or catching his eye and grinning, or stopping by his table to ask how his students were faring. “Are you a strict grader, Lan Zhan?” he’d asked once. “I bet you are, I bet you’re one of those teachers that has students bragging in the halls if they get higher than a B minus.”
“I try to give clear expectations and make consistent judgements,” he’d answered, and for some reason Wei Ying had beamed at him.
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He struck polite off his mental whiteboard of Lan Zhan Traits and replaced it with ruthless. What is your real concern, like it was an obvious evasion and he wasn’t going to waste any more time on it.
In a different world, he could have loved him for it.
“Well, what’s yours?” he said, because if they weren’t going to make this easy they could at least make it fast. “You wanted to talk.”
“Yes.” Lan Zhan paused long enough for him to pace a tight circle twice. “Why did you leave?”
That wasn’t at all what he’d been bracing for. “Why did I — on Saturday?”
“Yes.”
“Uh. I wanted to go home, I — why are you asking that?”
“You saw us, and you left. My son was distressed. As you can imagine, he has experienced abandonment too often already. I would like to understand what caused it in this case.”
Oh my god. Oh my god. He sat down right on the floor, heavy, banging his tailbone. Abandonment, this was about... this wasn’t about what kind of role model he was or any attacks on his character, this was about Lan Zhan thinking he had abandoned A-Yuan. A-Yuan who had already lost his birth parents and a sister and at least one other caregiver and...
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Summary:
“It’s okay that you miss him,” said Lan Wangji, a familiar litany to them both by now. “Do you feel sad?”
“I feel sad,” A-Yuan repeated, shoulders hitching with tiny hiccuping sniffs. “When is he coming back?”
“I don’t know. I am not sure where he is.”
But this seemed to frustrate A-Yuan. “Xian-gege! I miss him! Please, baba?” He looked up at him with wet cheeks and a wide, quivering frown. “Please baba can you ask him? I really miss him!” He sobbed again, heartbreakingly.
It stabbed straight through him, cracking open the reservoir of loss and helplessness that was all his own. His child’s grief did that, sometimes. It always took him by surprise. He caught his breath sharply and gathered A-Yuan into his arms, holding him tight until the pain ebbed.
“I will try,” he said softly into A-Yuan’s hair, when he could speak again. He never made uncertain promises and tried not even to raise uncertain hopes, but his son was hurting. His son believed he could make it better. He couldn’t not try.
Wen Qing might at least know who this “Xian-gege” was. He would text her in the morning. It would be a start.
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PROMPT LIST
Hello people! This is my own prompt list! Feel free to send requests! I’m really excited to do this haha
Also, this really took me some time to put it all together so please, if you reblog/use it/etc. give me credit. Thanks!
Update: If you have your own prompt that is not listed, quote or whatever else and you think it’s great, you can send it to me and we’ll see what comes out of it.
1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.
2. And he looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at. 
3. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.
4. I’m here. You can talk to me or not talk to me but I’m here.
5. Goddamn right you should be scared of me! 
6. And suddenly, life wasn’t about living. It was about surviving.
7. "-but you’ll die!“ "I don’t care." 
8. I said I’m fucking fine.
9. Don’t you touch her.
10. We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. 
11. Oh! The girl/boy I’ve heard so much about. 
12. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.
13. A cigarette for a thousand problems.
14. I could keep you save. They’re all afraid of me.
15. You look so proud standing there with a frown and a cigarette. 
16. Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war.
17. His eyes had more darkness than any other eyes I had ever seen before.
18. You don’t know shit about what happened to me. 
19. This is who we are, a product of war.
20. Looking half a corpse and half a god.
21. I wanna see how you lose control.
22. I look at you and I just love you and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. 
23. "You can’t protect everyone.” “I have to try." 
24. He’s a badass with a good heart.
25. You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous. 
26. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt. 
27. I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness.
28. You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve comitted. 
29. With this smile, I can get away with everything. 
30. I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend. 
31. Come over here and make me.
32. Oh my god! You’re in love with him!
33. Oh, do you ever shut up? 
34. Can you two please get a room? 
35. I have a name and it’s not sweetheart. 
36. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me. 
37. Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. 
38. Such dirty words from such a pretty little mouth. 
39. Kiss me. 
40. Are you flirting or starting a fight? 
41. You stay awake do you hear me?! Don’t you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on! 
42. Honestly, I only asked you for help because it’s so cute when you try.  
43. You’re standing a little close to me..
44. You’re evil. It’s hot. 
45. If you bite your lip one more time, I swear I’m going to do it for you. 
46. By the Gods! You love her, don’t you? 
47. It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out. 
48. A knife? Are you flirting with me? 
49. "Hear me out.” “Why the fuck should i listen to you?" 
50. I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week. 
51. Rumour has it, I make you nervous. 
52. Leave, leave right now.
53. Can you just fuck off already?
54. "I- I trusted you!” “Sweet naive girl, trust is for children. You are a soldier." 
55. Alcohol’s the only instant in my life.
56. You gotta stop saying things that make me want to kiss you. 
57. Please don’t do this. Don’t act like you care. 
58. Is everything supposed to go dark?
59. Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me. 
60. Fuck, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
61. It’s 2 in the morning. Why are you still up?
62. I want an answer, goddammit! 
63. You make me want things I can’t have. 
64. Cut the crap and tell me what happened. 
65. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.
66. It’s nice to see someone who can appreciate my humour.
67. We’re more than just friends and you know it. 
68. It’s pitch black in here and I can see you’re blushing.
69. Yes asshole, I do care about you.
70. They’re both stubborn and it’s complicated. 
71. For you, I would.
72. I like you more than I planned.
73. I need you, idiot.
74. Golden eyes and a smile made for war.
75. Take that, fuckers!
76. I licked it so it’s mine!
77. We’re in this together. 
78. Can I have this dance? 
79. Look, I know you’re a hardass but can you play with my hair? It would really help. 
80. No! Stay away from me! Stay back! 
81. Maybe if you actually stop staring at her and talk to her, you might have a chance. 
82. You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.
83. I know that face. That’s your I’m-upset-with-you face. 
84. I think we’d make this a fair fight if we each had a gun. Don’t you think, boys? 
85. He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.
86. Dear Lord, please have mercy on my soul. This woman/man will be the death of me. 
87. There are other things than Germans that can kill you. 
88. What the hell? You are supposed to hate me!
89. Why do you like me?
90. "You’re annoying.” “You love me.”
91. Wanna go to hell together? 
92. I lack the vocabulary to describe you.
93. You make me feel… you make me feel.“ 
94. What the fuck…?
95. So that’s you, the girl/boy who destroyed armies. 
96. You’re my regret.
97. You better not die on me! 
98. Can you stop shouting at me?!
99. Why are you making this so damn hard? 
100. But that’s the problem, (name). I don’t think I’m able to stop loving him/her. Ever. 
! UPDATE !
101. There is no way you’re going anywhere with him, not on my watch.
102. “You know you’re in love with her right?” “Since when?” “Since always.” 
103. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do this.
104. I love you, I do, but you’re a real pain in the ass.
105. Is that my shirt?
106. Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.
107. I think I might be falling in love with you.
108. What are you talking about? You’re married!
109. I saw that. You just checked me out.
110. Quick, pretend you’re talking to me.
111. I just wanted to hear your voice.
112. That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.
113. No. The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.
114. "It could be worse.” “You aren’t the one bleeding.” “Look, you’re still alive. Stop whining.”
115. Are you naked under that thing?
116. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
117. What the hell were you thinking?! 
18. You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?
119. Well, if I told you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.
120. Is it weird that was a total turn on?
121. That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.
122. If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.
123. What did you just say?
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Shoto hummed and put down the groceries. It was time to spend some time in his own flat again. Katsuki had refused to let him go without making sure his fridge was full, because quote ‘your dumbass would willingly go on a fucking instant-shit-diet’ and ‘I won’t let my fucking work go to waste’. Shoto was only mildly offended, mostly because it was true. Yet he was certain that he could handle some rice and miso soup. Even without Katsuki. He had yet to teach Shoto how to make soba, which was a shame.
Really, Kaminari had been right. Katsuki was a mother hen.
It has gotten colder, the summer slowly saying goodbye. Shoto shrugged out of his coat, Katsuki’s ‘hang it up idiot!’ in his ears as he walked back to the door to put it on the required hook.
As much as Shoto loved Katsuki and being around him, he was glad for the break. Shoto was a creature of solitude, a habit not even enthusiastic Midoriya had been able to rid him of. He needed time alone to decompress, time where he knew no one would interrupt him. Just him and a few cat videos. Not to mention the amount of work that had piled up. He needed to stay on top of his game and not slack of.
Not that Katsuki had been to blame for that one. No, Katsuki had working morals that bordered on maniac. Shoto had yet to meet another human who planned their day as meticulous, and even more important, managed to stick to it.
No, Shoto’s slacking was mostly the fault of The Flatmates. Kaminari had taken it upon him to teach Shoto every game – or as Kaminari had put it ‘the basics’ – while Ashido tended to flop on the sofa next to them and tell them about the newest gossip. Shoto was very invested in at least three separate love stories, one of them, in Ashido’s words ‘the love story of the century starring one maniac and an oblivious idiot’. Forbidden love between two dance groups.
Kirishima had dragged Shoto onto Katsuki and his jogging rounds in the morning. Shoto did not appreciate that. Kirishima’s logic of ‘well I’m waking you anyway when I wake Baku-bro’ had not convinced Shoto in the slightest. Yet he found himself grumpily jogging along, only saved by Kirishima’s cheery, awful wake-ness from walking accidently into traffic. Shoto wasn’t sure why he bothered, literally everything was preferable over waking up.
After Shoto had put away the groceries, he pulled out his violin. His sister had sent it to him some weeks ago. Just a few months of near to none practice and his skills weren’t adequate anymore. He tried to get back into a regular schedule again, but since he couldn’t even tell when he would be at home at all, it was a rather slow progress. But just like most skills Shoto had learned over the years, this one too was ingrained in his muscle memory, even when he himself couldn’t remember. It was easier to just let his fingers move, up and down, calluses build over years sourly missed.
After a good two hours of practice, he made himself something to eat. Only then he collapsed on the sofa; pulling out his laptop and plugging in the charger. Time to figure out how much he needed to do to stay on track.
He had planned for a day at the library tomorrow to get the hang of the new semester material. They were only a couple weeks into, but they already tried to bury them under the sheer number of things required of them to hand in every week.
As usual he checked his mails first. One of his professors had the annoying habit of sending extra work without context over mail and Shoto had no plans of getting in trouble for not handing in an assignment he hadn’t even known about.
Shoto scrolled through his various mail addresses, deleted spam, replied quickly to two or three mails he could handle directly and made notes for three other ones where he needed to look something up.
When he ended at his last one, the private one, he stumbled over one email. It looked like spam, but there wasn’t even a header to it. Curiously he clicked on it. He didn’t use that address on any website, it was purely for private communication. Who would write to him from an unknown –
Dabi.
Of course. Who else? Well Hawks maybe, but then it could just essentially also be from his brother.
Shoto frowned. But since when did Touya send him mails? There hasn’t happened anything significant in recent weeks and Touya only ever contacted him first if something happened. Shoto carefully inspected the mail. There wasn’t a lot of text. Just one short sentence and a drop box link.
‘Make your own picture. Dabi’
Confused and intrigued Shoto clicked on the link. He probably should be more careful, but he had gotten used to Touya sending him random links. Normally that happened over the phone or over Hawks, but still. Potential blackmail material maybe for their father? Another collection of memes? No, that would have been Hawks. Blackmail sounded more logical.
There were no memes, just files, ordered and named. Shoto clicked on the first one, curious and slightly amused as to what Touya had found out now.  
With every line he read, every picture he saw, every file he went trough his amusement turned into horror.
Chapter 19 is up!
(fair warning, chapter 20 will be up tmw, could be a good idea to wait on that :D)
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OwlCrate Unboxing
The Dark Heart of the Forest November 2022
This is OwlCrate's penultimate box of the year, and the theme is "The Dark Heart of the Forest". Again, we have a bit of hit-and-miss with these items.
The book is "The Luminaries", by Susan Dennard. I've seen this book all over the place, it's being pushed by every bookshop, and it's also Illumicrate's book this month. It does look pretty good, but I'm always wary of books that are over-hyped, because they can go either way. The OwlCrate edition is based very closely on the standard cover, but it has obviously been redesigned from scratch, not just cut-pasted. It's got solid sprayed edges - normally I wouldn't be impressed with single colour edges, but it's been so long since OwlCrate bothered, that this is a win! The foiling on the hardcase is nice, but very basic. It's got interior artwork on the dustjacket, and really gorgeous artwork endpapers.
The first item out the box is the final Lord of the Rings bowl! This has been my favourite collection I've ever received in a book subscription, and I wish we were getting more. I guessed this last bowl would feature Gondor, and I was absolutely right. It's a beautiful design, and it goes really well with the theme of the box.
Next is a soap dish, inspired by "The Bear and the Nightingale". I'll be honest, I didn't know what this was until I looked at the spoiler card - at first I thought it was for frying an egg into a leaf shape or something! I don't use bar soap, I think it's gross, and I certainly wouldn't want some plastic tray sitting around collecting gooey soap residue and getting manky. But, the little bag it came in is so cute! It says "perhaps there is magic in the forest", and it's a nifty little sized bag that I'm sure will come in handy. So I'm going to chuck the dish, but keep the bag.
Next is a hand warmer, with quotes from "Lakesedge" and "Among the Beasts and Briars". I'm thrilled by this, my hands are always cold, and it's absolutely bitter at the moment, so the first thing I did was pop this in my coat pocket for work in the morning. I love a useful item, and they've timed this one just right, with winter setting in. I just wish I had two, one for each pocket!
We also have a toothbrush, inspired by "The Raven Boys". This is so cute! The toothbrush says "Visit Cabeswater" on the handle, and the holder says "The trees speak Latin / Arbores loqui Latine". It's a really nice design, but again, ew. I change my toothbrush every two weeks, because it goes in my mouth. I do use a toothbrush holder pretty regularly though, so I will probably use that part of it, at least.
Finally, we have next year's reading planner. It's really pretty, but it doesn't look like it would mesh well with my reading habits. I think it would work really well for another person, though. I've never used a reading planner before, because I do most of my planning/tracking online. I also have a reading tracker section in my diary, so I've never felt the need for a separate planner. However, I thought I might at least give it a go in 2023, and see how it goes! All three of my subscriptions usually do a reading planner each year, so I'm glad to have the choice, so I can find one that works for me. We've already had Illumicrate's, a few months ago, which so far is my favourite, and I'm expecting FairyLoot's this month as well. I have a couple of friends who will really appreciate the extras, so they won't go to waste.
This month's pin is based on "From Blood and Ash". I'd probably quite like this if we hadn't had an entire year of nearly identical pins. This month's is nowhere near my favourite of the bunch.
Overall, a pretty impressive box, even though there are a few items that just really aren't for me.
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3s0t3ric · 2 years
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Life is so hard
It’s easy to become overwhelmed by the events around you. On top of personal development, overcoming financial hurdles, providing care for loved ones, communicating needs and checking on others. Life is hard. 
With this, it can be easy to let this overcome you. You get knocked down so many times, why still attempt to stand? What’s the use? Wasted energy? 
I challenge you today to think outside of this. Instead of weighing your pros and cons with the net emotional output, i challenge you to instead think of the pros within the cons. So what the worst thing happens? 
What would you gain from adversity? 
I had a conversation with a dear friend of mine discussing the best advice we’ve ever gotten. Most notably his was “but what if it wasn’t” 
My favorite sayings are short, but this quote exceptionally so. 
He went on to say he was discussing the trials and tribulations of life, one of those “straw that broke the camel’s back” moments. “It’s just so hard”, and she went on to ask about the possibility of learning something in this adversity, and challenged him to work through it anyways. 
“But what if it wasn’t” 
What a novel idea. What if you woke up tomorrow and meal prepped the way you’ve been idealizing. What if today was the day you finally made that doctors appointment. What if today was the day you looked into that program you’ve been meaning to look into. 
It could all be so easy. Where motivation lacks, discipline replenishes. What if you woke up and started living your dream life. What if you woke up and left the people who do not appreciate your eccentricies. You know you deserve better. You know you deserve a chance, today and every day, what if today was the day you decided to listen to your needs. 
The need to ignore that little voice in your head telling you where to go and what to do is inherently taught, most often at a young age. Why would somebody silence the voice of a child out of their own convenience? Although primarily just that, convenience, it may also be a way to assert dominance , or even further manipulation over a particularly vulnerable population.  
It is always within you human rights to communicate your needs, regardless of the convenience to others. 
True love withstands the hurdles of convenience, and if this is truly troubling to those who surround you, i suggest communicating who you have such needs. However to communicate such things, you must know why you have these needs yourself. 
Why do you need the accommodations you do? What intrinsic, perhaps unwritten rule are you abiding by, and why is this so engrained in you? 
Take some time to evaluate what makes life worth it. What is the reason your feet hit the ground running in the morning? Who is the first person you think of when you see fresh cut flowers? Who is your safe person to share a story with when you are so embarrassed you can’t stand it? All of these people have roles in your life, and attributes they possess that make them worthy of handling you in each space.
With the right support system and grit, all dreams are achievable. Life is hard, and life is SO HARD, but the only person who can make these decisions are you. You are the only one who has spent 100% of your time with you. You are the only person who will be held accountable if your actions if you end up going down the wrong path, but you are also the only person who will be applauded for your achievements, and awarded for making it out of the events you have. 
Take a second to reward yourself with your own dedication. You are worth that nutritious meal, that raise, that move across the world. 
Life is tough, but what if it wasn’t. 
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kitsunes-multiverse · 2 years
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Got You in My Sights
Chapter 10: Looks Like You Just Said You Loved Me
"Ughhh, my head..."
Kitsune woke up, immediately hearing Jesse's groan of pain. She opened her eyes, looking down at her lap. At some point during the night, Jesse managed to fall asleep on her lap. Evidently, he had a bit of a hangover.
The young woman smiled, starting to speak softly as she ran a hand through his hair. "Morning, Jesse. Did you sleep well?" She asked, Jesse looking up at her. He hissed at the bright light peering into the room via the windows.
"Ughh... I slept well, but I didn't wake up well.." He muttered.
"Heh, that's fair. Stay here, I'll get you some water and close the blinds." Kitsune stated, gently moving him aside before standing up and walking over to the window.
Jesse sighed, covering his eyes with his arm in an attempt to shield them from the brightness. "Thank you, Kitsune. I appreciate it." He stated, before starting to try and recall last night's events.
...Unfortunately, it seemed as though nothing was coming to mind. All he could really remember was him having a few drinks. How many did he have, anyways? Oh god, hopefully he didn't do anything foolish.
"...Say, er, Kitsune?" He called, moving his arm away as he sat up. He turned his head into the kitchen, watching as the redhead got him some water and painkillers. "What exactly happened last night? I can't remember very much." He asked.
"Nothing too deviant, if that's what you're asking." Kitsune chuckled a bit. "But no, in all seriousness, you got a bit wasted so I took you home, you told me about your past, and you eventually fell asleep." She explained.
"Ah, alright-" Jesse quickly did a double take, his eyes slightly widened. "Wait a moment- I told you what?"
"Mmmhm. Yeah, you uh... You got pretty emotional." Kitsune admitted, walking back over. "But don't worry! I don't think of you any differently at all. If anything, it sounded like you really regretted it." She stated, sitting with him as she handed him a glass of water and a pill.
"I see... Well, even though I can't remember it, I appreciate your support. Thank you for sticking with me." Jesse smiled a bit, before downing the pill with a sip of water. "Honestly, I'm somewhat relieved. For a moment I was worried that I wound up telling you I was in love with you-." He cut himself off, covering his mouth as he looked away.
Kitsune blinked, looking over at him. "That's... an oddly specific example, Jesse. Is there something you're not telling me?" She asked, the grin in her voice prominent. She wasn't smiling just to tease him. She was genuinely happy and hopeful. If this implies what she think it did, then that must mean he reciprocates her feelings.
"Uh, n-no, no it's nothing!" Jesse stuttered.
"Jess, come on..." Kitsune placed a hand on his shoulder. "It sounded like you just said you loved me. Is this true..?" She asked.
With a deep breath, Jesse turned to look back at her with a reddened face. "It's... It's true... I really am in love with you." He confessed.
Kitsune smiled, leaning over and kissing his forehead. "I love you too, Jesse. Truth be told, I'd been trying to flirt with you for quite some time."
"Wait- you were? Did I really not pick up on that?" Jesse questioned.
"I meeeean..." Kitsune paused, waving her hand in a circle as she averted eye contact. "Last week, I said: 'I really like how polite you are, Jesse. Polite guys are my type, y'know?' And in response, you said, and I quote-" She cleared her throat, making her voice sound deeper in an attempt to sound more like Jesse. "'Politeness is always a good trait to have. I can see why they'd be that for you.'"
"...Ah, apologies. I didn't realize that's what you were trying to do." Jesse apologized, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
"Heh, it's ok Jess. Don't worry about it." Kitsune replied, standing up. "Anyways, I'm gonna go home and wash up- and I gotta feed Boo as well. Catch you later?" She asked.
"Oh- yes, of course. As a matter of fact, why don't you come by tonight for dinner? Perhaps that way we can talk to the girls about... the new situation." Jesse offered.
Kitsune smiled. "Sounds good! It's a date. See you tonight, Jesse. Love ya." She kissed his head again as she ran her hand through his hair before heading for the front door, waving goodbye.
Once the door clicked, Jesse laid down on the couch again- a content smile on his face. Seven years after being put through unspeakable pain, and now he finally has a girlfriend. This was it. He finally had the family he was longing for all this time.
It may have taken a long while, but good god it was worth it.
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littlx-songbxrd · 3 years
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I think I've seen this film before
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moon-like-u · 2 years
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going home
pairing: wen junhui/reader
genre: romance, fluff, bestfriends!au
word count: 2,778
warnings: alcohol mention & consumption
synopsis: wherein he goes home with you and falls in love in the process
Junhui feels like he is going to go insane.
The first time both of you went on a “night drive” was totally unplanned. He knew it was a bad idea to leave his phone in his dorm, but he didn’t come back for it because, “it’s just near!” you said, “I know the way!” you said. Now it’s almost 2AM, and he has been driving his mom’s old sedan for what feels like two hours, trying to find this new 24-hour wing place that his best friend hasn’t stopped talking about.
To say he was frustrated was an understatement, he is usually good in directions, something you take pride in him for, and him struggling to find his way back home to the dorms annoyed him.
He only agreed to drive you during the ungodly hours of the morning because he remembered how you got so excited hearing about the new wing restaurant; You even mentioned it four times in four different occasions the past week, forgetting that you’ve already told him about it. He was glad that you finally found the place and was ready to drive you there, except that you actually didn’t know the exact directions. Somehow, with all the streets you were pointing to, both of you ended up in an unfamiliar neighborhood and it didn’t help that your phone died either.
Some 80’s song playing on the radio, the light hum of the car, and the occasional sound of the turn signal were the only things filling up the silence of the car ride. He looked at you through his peripheral vision, you were awfully quiet and looked a little restless.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” you finally said, after 10 minutes of complete silence.
He hummed, “for what?” sparing a glance at you.
“I shouldn’t have dragged you to drive me to the wing place, now I ended up wasting your time, your gas, and we’re still wing-less,” you sighed. “I promise I’ll pay for your next gas refill, and I’ll stop talking about the wings,” you swore, raising your hand as a promise.
Junhui remembers how happy you looked hearing about a wing place that will open near the dorms, how you excitedly talked about it the past week, and how you said that it’s, and he quotes, “the only thing worth smiling about.”
“Okay,” he replied, “But I am kinda craving for wings so,” he looked at you expectantly.
“Oh! Then I’ll find the wing place—the exact location with the right directions this time—then it’ll be my treat, hm?” you gushed, trying to keep your hopeful tone down.
He chuckled, “Yeah, sounds good. Friday?”
“Friday,” you agreed.
One of the things Junhui hates is wasting his time, he realized after two hours of driving aimlessly around with you with no plans or direction, that time spent with you did not equate to wasted time. It took another hour, a passerby, sudden random movie debates, and a drive-thru to a Mcdonald’s for Junhui to finally get home.
It’s one of those cold afternoons, it’s already winter and Junhui cannot wait to finally go back to his real home with his family. He had already attended his last class for the semester before the winter break and is now packing his things in his luggage.
Junhui should’ve packed earlier in the morning but to his luck, his alarm didn’t go off and he was just in time for his first class, not leaving any time for packing. Which is why you are now here in his living room helping him pack, making sure that he wouldn’t forget anything. You were already ready to leave, dressed up in a coat and a turtleneck, but you decided that you wouldn’t mind helping him out and when he said he’d appreciate an extra hand.
“You should create a checklist for this stuff, it would really speed up the process,” you huff from his couch as he puts the last things he needs in his luggage.
“I know, but then you’d have no excuse to spend time with me anymore,” he teased. Junhui laughed when he felt a throw pillow hit his back.
“No, but seriously, thank you for today. I really appreciate your help,” he said as he stretched to poke your cheek.
You swat his hand away. “No problem, I just hope you actually didn’t forget anything.”
He knew that he didn’t forget anything because, well, he was confident in packing while you were there. In each of the last two semester breaks, he had managed to almost forget his term project, his script for a play, and even his laptop (he chose not to elaborate). But thanks to your constant nagging and reminding even through texts, he got to retrieve his stuff before leaving.
After finishing, Junhui helped you pick up your bags from your dorm and both of you headed to the station. He has grown to love walking the streets on the way to the station in this weather, it became both of your routines whenever any of you needed to go home. The streets are lined up with trees and small buildings, few food stands and stalls were also present; it was quite a long walk, but he didn’t mind. Walking these streets meant that in a few hours, he’d finally be home.
“They have a new ice cream flavor, look!” you nudged him, pointing at the small menu board propped up in front of an ice cream store.
“White rabbit flavor? We definitely have to try that,” he declared.
Both of you ended up ordering a cone, the ice cream tasting exactly how a milk mixed candy tastes like.
“I think this is my new favorite ice cream flavor,” Junhui said as you stepped out of the store.
You nodded in response. “It’s so good, I think I’ll be thinking about it at home,” you continued, “God, I hope they keep this flavor.”
While finishing your cones, you fell into different conversation topics of anything under the sky. It started with going on about each other’s day and naturally just continued on where the subject led you. There were times that you would walk in silence, sometimes just striding next to each other was enough.
Before parting ways to your different routes, you both stopped at the side of the station so you can finish your story—something you’ve always done when the walk became too short. Junhui found himself getting distracted and staring at you while you talk, which has happened too many times to count now for the past month. Not again, Junhui groaned inwardly, annoyed. He feels like he’s being a bad friend for not paying attention, but he doesn’t realize it until he’s already doing it. Pay attention. You were talking about something that happened during your chemistry class, Junhui isn’t sure anymore.
He is sure, however, about how your eyes seem to be lighting up now that you are talking about something so passionately. How you like making different hand gestures along with your story. How you seem to have a habit of touching your hair whenever you pause. Focus, Junhui, he thought. Chemistry class. Right.
Much to his relief, you ended your story not noticing. You finally exchanged goodbyes and a friendly hug, parting ways. Junhui felt uneasy. He thinks that he wants to say something. He feels the need to say something, he just doesn’t know what. He felt his heart start to beat faster as he watched you walk away. He felt that if he can’t say what he wants to say now, he won’t have a chance to say it again. But, what do I even want to say? Junhui panicked.
Overwhelmed, he stupidly ends up calling after you. “What?” you half-shouted as you turned and walked slowly backwards, stopping in your tracks.
Junhui still didn’t know what to say, hell, he doesn’t even know why he called you. He was panicking and quickly scrambled his brain for something to say. Come on, Junhui. Think! “Hope the ice cream settles nicely!” he attempts to joke. God, what was that?
You rolled your eyes, “My lactose intolerance will not prevail!”
He watched your back as you disappeared into the crowd. What just happened? Junhui thought. He’s definitely glad that you didn’t know about the mental turmoil he just had. He wonders why he felt nervous and panicked with you walking away, it was not like you will not meet again. And, it was his best friend after all, no reason to be nervous. Maybe it was the ice cream, he concluded. Right.
After a two-hour train ride and a bus ride, he arrived at his house. Junhui is met with the scent of his mom’s cooking and the sounds of his little brother playing with his toys, the television left turned on in the background. He is finally home, but the uneasy feeling is there again. Did I forget something? He is sure he didn’t, you helped him pack, after all. Then, why do I feel like I’m missing something? he wondered. The thought was brushed off when his brother greeted him through his arms; he’s home, he shouldn’t worry about anything else.
Junhui is glad he ended up going to one of your friend’s year-end parties. He isn’t a big fan of parties, he would rather stay at home and sleep rather than drink and socialize. But since he has only attended about seven of the many parties his friend hosted, he thought that he probably should attend this time.
And boy, was he glad.
Right now, you were impossibly drunk. You were five times more hyper and talkative, at the same time, you also looked like you could pass out at any moment. Junhui doesn’t even know you can reach this level of drunkenness—and that’s saying something, considering all the times your group of friends went drinking. He can’t imagine what would’ve happened to you and who would take care of you if he isn’t with you right now, considering all of your other friends were just as drunk.
After letting you throw up in the bathroom and guiding you anywhere you wanted to go, Junhui decided it’s time to go home, he is tired. He had hoped you would sober up a bit, but it didn’t work in the slightest. Instead, he assisted you to go down the stairs and walk to his car.
The night was quiet except for the distant sound of the loud music of the party. Lamp posts lined up the streets, as well as trees and occasional parked cars.
“Are we going on an adventure?” you asked while looking at him with glossy eyes.
“Yes. An adventure that leads to the great home,” he answered.
You hold his hand, “Can we please sing the Little Einsteins’ theme song? Please please please please please please please,” you begged while looking up at him, swinging his hand.
Junhui can’t help but chuckle, “Okay, little einstein, we will sing the theme song and we’ll even do the pat-pat-pat thing if you want,” he humors you as he pats your head, trying to ignore the swelling of his heart when you held his hand.
You were going to say something but you got distracted by the cat that passed by. “Look, there’s a cat,” you told him.
You’re still holding my hand, he thought. “Oh, they’re cute,” he answered, not even spotting the cat. Your hand is still on my hand. Ok. Cool. No biggie. Just a hand. But not just any hand. Your hand. Ok, Junhui, stop thinking about their hand.
You finally let go of his hand when he helped you get in his car. Junhui was about to start the car when he saw you struggling with your seat belt. He instinctively reached out to pull it himself, growing accustomed to the faulty seatbelt of his car.
Junhui was too focused on adjusting your seat belt that he didn’t notice how his face was just inches from yours. Being drunk, you were unabashedly staring at his face, only the faint light of the car and the lamp post as your source of light. This, however, did not stop you from admiring his moles that peppered his lips, cheeks, and neck.
Junhui froze when he felt your fingers lightly trace his moles. “I can’t see them all right now, but I know you have pretty moles. It’s just like the stars,” you said.
Your eyes widened, “And you’re the moon!” you gasped.
If Junhui was being honest, he currently can’t think straight. His heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of his chest. You were looking at him as if you had just made the biggest discovery. As if him being named Moon is the most amazing thing ever. The crazy thing is, he believed you. You would have said something ridiculous and still, he would believe you. The world could be in the midst of its end, but if you looked at him the way you’re looking at him right now with your hopeful eyes and said, “everything will be okay,” he would still believe you.
The light of a car passing by shined on the car, allowing him to see your eyes distinctly. Even with just a glimpse, it was enough for his heart to beat even faster. He couldn’t break eye contact—he doesn’t want to. It was the first time he saw you this close, and it did many unexplainable things to his heart.
You were interrupted when his phone rang. He managed to pull the seat belt once again and it unstuck on the first try. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he answered the phone, breathless.
“Hello? Have you guys gone home?” his friend on the other end of the line had said, he could still hear the subtle background music from the party.
“We’re just about to head out, we’re in my car right now,” he said, trying to control his breath. He glanced at you looking out the window, already beginning to fall asleep.
“Okay! Just checking, update me when you get home. You guys stay safe. Bye-bye!”
“Alright, you too,” he answered and ended the call.
Junhui realized while driving home that maybe, just maybe, he has a little crush on his best friend. He thought that this shouldn’t be so bad, it’s just a little crush. And hey, it’s you after all! You wouldn’t be his friend if he didn’t like you. As he passed through the streets, he began to consider that maybe he just got too caught in the moment, ignoring his heart that still hasn’t calmed down.
And with that thought, he drives through the night.
Junhui feels like he’s going to go insane.
It has only been a month since he has come into terms of having a little crush on you. Except that, well, it isn’t a little crush.
He is driving in the early hours of the morning, with you in his passenger seat again. Night drives became a kind of traditional thing for you two—whenever someone had a bad day or just wanted to have a moment of peace, Junhui’s beat up car is always there as a safe space for the both of you.
There’s a soft rock song playing on the radio, you were looking out of the opened window of the car, head resting on your hand. He glanced at you, your face illuminated with the light of the highway posts. Junhui thought that if serenity has a face, it would be you at this moment.
Junhui, on the other hand, is far from serene. His heart is beating erratically as if he had just run five miles. His mind is reeling from the fact that it took him this long to find out.
He should’ve already seen the signs from the first night drive; how the both of you drove aimlessly for hours and how he didn’t mind as long as he’s with you. Or the day he helped you pack when he arrived home, how he thought he must be missing something when he’ll just be missing you. Or the night of that party, how he didn’t have a drop of alcohol but looking into your eyes felt like he had countless bottles.
It isn’t a little crush. He is madly, deeply, and hopelessly in love with you. And it’s driving him insane.
“What’s our next stop, miss?” he asked jokingly.
You smiled at him. “Let’s go home,” you answered.
Home, Junhui repeated. He glanced at you again. I think I’m already home.
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mosswillow · 3 years
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Your room (Dark!Peter Parker x Reader)
Word count 3.3k
!!!!! This is dark! And explicit 18+ only !!!!!
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, oral (female receiving), spankings, punishment, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, smut, vaginal intercourse.
Summery: Your life is bland and boring but not for long. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain super hero?
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Your room has always reflected you as a person. In highschool you haphazardly filled the walls with quotes and posters. Your room was messy in the typical way teenagers rooms tend to be, but also like a typical teenager was filled with feeling and hope. In college you filled your space with pictures of you and your friends taken on a polaroid camera. Everywhere you looked had your life staring back at you. Now as an adult the pictures from college are tucked away in a box. Your room is simple and boring. Most people think of you as minimalist but you don’t do it to be trendy, you just have no passion. You’ve spent the years after graduating college working a job you hate in a lab, running the same tests over and over again. You’ve always wanted to be a scientist, working on something new and exciting. You’ve applied everywhere but you rarely even get an interview. Your dreams, unfortunately, will never happen for you. Sometimes you wish for someone to swoop in and take you for your bland life but you know that will never happen. Watching your friends get dream jobs and buy homes while you waste away has crushed your spirit. You’re tired.
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“Hey Y/N, we’re going out tonight.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, you never come with us.”
“Ok sure.”
Your coworker is right that you never go out anymore and so several hours later you walk into a bar, grabbing a drink and finding your coworkers. The bar is bustling with activity and you lose track of time. You usually curl up in bed with a book on a friday night but you’re glad you came. You used to go out all the time in college and miss being social. Going out is good for your mental health and you decide to make more of a point to spend time with people.
You say goodbye to your still partying co-workers and head home a little past midnight. You start your walk and cut through an alleyway, wanting to get home before you vomit from the alcohol.
“Hey sweetheart. What are you doing all alone out here?”
A large man steps out of the shadows and walks toward you. You ignore him, keeping your eyes focused ahead and pick up the pace.
“Oi, I’m talkin’ to you,” He lunges forward and grabs your arm.
“Let me go.” You try to walk away but he holds onto you still, pushing you against the wall and landing a bruising kiss on your lips. His breath smells rancid and you feel bile rise in your throat. You cry out for help and the man is suddenly pulled away from you. You watch with disbelief as Spider man throws the stranger against the opposing wall.
“She said to go away buddy.”
The man slowly stands up and runs away. Spider Man shoots a web at the running stranger and he falls over, immobilized.
“You ok?” Spider Man turns to you, cocking his head.
“Yes, thank you Spider Man.”
“I’ll come check on you tomorrow”
You watch spider man pick up the stranger like he’s nothing and swing away. You walk the rest of the way home and lie in bed, unable to fall asleep. The next morning there’s a tap on your window and you look out to see Spider Man on your fire escape. You briefly wonder how he knows where you live but quickly brush off the thought and open your window.
“You sure you’re ok?” He steps towards you, looking you over.
“Just a little shaken up.”
He walks to your kitchen, filling a glass of water and handing it to you.
“This is too much, really I’m fine. You already saved me.”
“Drink the water,” He commands.
You sigh and drink it.
“That’s a good girl. Now get back to bed.”
You set the glass down and stare at the stranger you let in your home. Alarm bells start ringing.
“I’d like you to leave.”
“I’ll leave once I know you’re doing as you're told.”
Your heart beats rapidly and you take a step back.
“I appreciate that you saved me and came to make sure that I’m fine but I’m now asking you to please go.”
Spider man crosses his arms.
“I’ll call the cops” you say.
“And say what?”
“That there’s an intruder.”
Spider man sighs and walks to your window, standing at it.
“Get in bed and I’ll go.”
You walk to your bed and get under the covers.
“Good girl. I’ll be back to check on you later.”
As soon as he’s through the window you jump out of bed and lock every door and window, double checking your work. You get back in bed and let out a sigh of relief, finally able to sleep.
You wake up to tapping on your window. Spiderman is back. You make your way to the window but don’t open it.
“Let me in.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with you in here.”
Spider Man shakes his head and leaves without a word.
The next few weeks are filled with anxiety. You see flashes of red in your peripheral vision everywhere you go. Spider man is stalking you. You consider telling police but don’t think they’ll believe you. It sounds crazy, even to you. If it weren't for the bruises from the assault in the alleyway you would think you had imagined the whole thing. You stop leaving your apartment unless necessary and never go out after dark.
You get a voicemail one day.
“HI, this is Rebecca Johnson from Stark Industries. We’re looking for someone to fill a position in one of our labs. You had submitted an application previously and we wanted to reach out and see if you’d like to interview for the position. Please call back at your earliest convenience.
You squeal in delight, doing a celebratory fist pump. Stark industries is a dream job. You immediately hit redial and set up the interview. This would change everything. Just one year working at Stark would open up endless possibilities for you and that’s if you ever want to leave. You could afford a nicer apartment with more security. Maybe you will finally feel safe. You remind yourself that it’s just an interview and you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself.
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You look up at the tower and take a deep breath. It’s intimidating, going for an interview at Stark tower. It’s been so long since you’ve interviewed anywhere let alone somewhere so big. You tug at your blouse, second guessing your outfit, maybe you should have worn something different. It’s too late to go back home and change. You walk in, mustering up all the courage you can and talk to the woman at the front desk.
“Hi, I’m here for an interview. Y/N Y/L/N”
“Oh yes, they’re expecting you. Here’s a temporary badge. Go to the 80th floor and take a seat.”
You take the badge and follow the instructions. You’re surprised to find yourself in what looks like private quarters. There’s a small couch near the elevator and you sit and wait.
Tony Stark himself appears in front of you and your mouth flies open. You stand quickly and hold your hand out.
“Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Tony looks you up and down, clicking his tongue.
“Likewise, follow.”
You half walk, half run behind him, getting in the elevator and taking it down a floor. You arrive at a state of the art lab and workshop and Tony leads you to a desk.
“The whole workshop will be open to you. This is your desk.”
He starts walking again and you keep following him back to the elevator and to another floor.
“Here’s where you’ll live. I’ll leave you with the contract and you can call my assistant if you have any questions.”
He hands you a tablet and walks out.
You look around the room dumbfounded. You thought you were just here for an interview. You guess this means you got the job. You swipe through the contract and your eyes widen at your salary. There are a few things that make you uncomfortable though. You’re required to live on site and there’s a curfew. You have to sign a NDA about anything you see in the tower. You also can’t decide to quit without permission, which you’re not sure is even legal. You call the number to Tony’s assistant.
“This is Rebecca.”
“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m looking through this contract and it says I have to live on site and there’s a curfew?”
“Yes. That is non negotiable. Living on site will give you access to the workshop 24/7. There will be times when you will work through the night. The curfew is for security as the tower is locked down every night.”
You would rather have your own place where you can come and go as you please but you’re willing to live here if you have to and the reason for a curfew makes sense. The tower has top of the line security, which is something that’s really important to you. You don’t usually go out late anyway and if you do decide to be out late you can crash at a friends house or get a hotel room.
“And the avengers? Will I have to work closely with them?”
“You might meet them or see them at some point but most likely not.”
“I know this sounds weird but I don’t want Spider man to know I’m working here.”
“Mums the word.”
“What exactly will the job entail? I see there’s a NDA.”
“You’ll be an assistant in Tony Stark's personal workshop and will work closely with him. He appreciates privacy.”
“I see, and the part where I’m not allowed to quit?”
“He just wants to make sure you’re serious. Tony picks his assistants personally and requires loyalty.”
“Ok, thank you.”
You hang up and sign the screen. When you open the door there's a man standing outside. He’s not a tall man, standing a few inches taller than you. However, he is muscular and something about him commands attention. You feel an immediate pull towards him.
“Oh, hi I’m Peter Parker.” He holds out his hand.
“I’m Y/N”
“I also work with Tony and live right next to you. I’ll be your direct boss.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Parker.”
“Peter is fine. I won’t keep you any longer, I just wanted to introduce myself.”
You immediately get to work rearranging your life. By the end of the weekend you’re completely moved into your new place and on monday you start your first day on the job. It’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of, full of state of the art technology and free reign to do whatever you want. You walk into work every day with a smile.
You work alone most of the time, Tony and Peter working awkward, sporadic hours but you enjoy it when you do get to work with them. Tony is funny and brilliant, you learn more from him than from any college class. Peter is smart and sweet. He helps you with your work and makes sure you’re always taken care of, sending you back to your room if you’ve been working too long or making you take breaks to eat. You find yourself starting to develop feelings for Peter and your heart swells when he asks you on a date. Life is good and only getting better.
You meet Peter outside of your door and he takes your hand. The two of you walk to a little italian restaurant and Peter takes your menu, ordering your food for you. It’s very forward for a first date but you like the confidence. After dinner he walks you back to your door and kisses you. You see something in his eyes when he pulls away, possessive and dark. It makes you feel uncomfortable but also excited. Nobody has ever looked at you like that.
Over the next few weeks Peter becomes more and more comfortable around you, becoming more physical. It’s small things, like pushing your hair back when talking or touching you gently as he walks past. He asks you out again, this time wanting to cook you dinner and you decline, suggesting a coffee date instead. You don’t feel comfortable enough with him to be alone in his room. He clenches his jaw when you tell him, obviously upset you won’t come over but agrees.
A few days later you decide to go out with some old friends and crash on one of their couches. When you get home the next day Peter is standing outside your door.
“You missed curfew.”
“I know, I went out with friends and crashed on one of their couches.”
Peter clenches his jaw.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“It shouldn't matter if I want to stay the night somewhere else.”
“Well it does.”
You roll your eyes and unlock your door quickly, locking it behind you. The two of you have only been on one date. His behavior is a red flag and you decide to take things slowly.
The next day you decide to go out for coffee, pulling on a simple tee shirt dress and some flip flops. The elevator won’t let you down.
“Your privileges have been revoked.” Peter says from behind you.
You jump. “Why?”
“You know why.”
He stalks toward you, pushing you up against the elevator.
“I don’t feel comfortable with this Peter. You need to back away from me now.”
Peter takes a step back.
“I’m sorry but right now I don’t want any sort of relationship outside of work.”
“That’s not going to work for me.”
Something in Peter's eyes terrifies you. You need to get out of here. You try the elevator again but it still won’t open.
“I quit.” you yell at the elevator, feeling more danger every second you’re stuck in the hallway with Peter.
“You can’t quit baby.”
“There’s no way it’s legal to force me to keep working even if it’s in the contract.”
“There’s nowhere to go. You’re not getting out of this building and even if you did you’d have to find a lawyer to take your case.”
“You can’t do this, I'll tell Tony.”
“Who do you think suggested this in the first place? Most of the Avengers have gotten their partners this way. I was waiting for the right person and I knew you were them the moment I saw you.”
“Why would Tony help you trap me here? You’re just a lab assistant.”
“Oh no honey, I’m much more than that.”
He steps toward you, caging you in.
“You think it’s a coincidence I saved you in that alleyway?”
“Spider man?”
Peter gives a grin. He leans in and smells your hair.
“No.”
“I’m sorry it’s happening this way, I wanted to break you down slower. You’ll have a really good life, we’ll live together and work together. You’ll have everything you could need or want.”
“I want to leave.”
“You’ll change your mind, you just need a little motivation.”
Peter pulls you to his room and opens the door, pushing you into his apartment. You try to run but he easily catches you, picking you up and throwing you on his bed.
“Why are you doing this? Why me?” you scrabble to the far side of the bed.
“You’re mine.”
Peter's phone rings and he picks it up.
“Hey, yes I did... I know It wasn’t the plan, I had to improvise… Ok, see you in a few weeks.”
He hangs up and gets on top of you. you spit in his face.
“I’m not yours freak. Let me go.”
“You won’t be allowed to act like that moving forward. Now lie still.”
“Get off of me.”
Peter gets off briefly, flipping you over his lap and pulling up your skirt. He lands a smack on your bottom.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this. You’ve been so bad baby.
“Not letting me in your apartment.”
Smack.
“Telling Rebecca you didn’t want me to you started working here.”
Smack
“Staying out all night.”
Smack.
“Shutting the door in my face.”
Smack.
“I liked you Peter, If you had just acted like a normal person we could have continued a relationship.” You say through tears.
“I don’t want a relationship, I want to own you.”
He lands another blow on your bottom and grabs your underwear, pulling them down and off of you. You try to wiggle away but he’s so strong and easily holds you down with one arm. He moves his hand between your legs and towards your sex, pushing a finger in and out.
“You’re wet for me.” He says smugly.
You close your eyes and turn your head away. You’ve stopped resisting and he lets go.
“There you go.”
He kisses your neck and cheek then grabs your chin moving your face and kissing you gently, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He pulls back and you hear him unbuttons his pants, pulling them down. You open your eyes and move away from him, pushing your back against the headboard. You watch as he holds his erection, slowly moving his hand up and down. He moves towards you and grabs your ankle, pulling you down the bed and positioning himself in between your legs. He holds onto your hips and kisses your inner thigh, moving toward your mound until his mouth is on your clit, kissing and licking. You arch your back and throw your head back, fighting against the rising orgasm. Right before you come he pulls back, smiling up at your dazed face. He rises up and slowly pushes his dick into you until you’re full. You whimper as he brings his hand down to your clit, stimulating it.
“That’s right baby,I know what you like.”
You can’t think about anything else anymore, only the orgasm that threatens to take over.
“Come Baby”
You reach out, grabbing his arms as you come. He grabs your shoulders and thrusts deep, filling you with cum before collapsing next to you, pulling you into the crook of his arm.
“Can I go back to my room now?” you ask.
“You won’t be leaving this room until I can trust you.”
“I won’t say anything. You won. You got what you wanted so just let me go.”
“You still don’t get it Y/N. You’re mine now. I know this is a hard adjustment but everything will be fine as long as you follow what I say.”
“And if I don’t obey you?”
“You’ll be punished.”
“Fuck you.”
Peter sits up next to you, grabbing his pants off the floor and pulling his belt out of the loops.
“I guess your first lesson starts now.”
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You look around the room you live in. It’s no longer the empty minimalist space it was before you met Peter. Now it’s filled with him. Everywhere you look there are reminders of him. The shower has his body wash and razor. There are pictures of him hanging on the walls. Everything you own has been bought for you by Peter. He dictates what you’re allowed to wear, where you’re allowed to go, who can talk to. It’s all him. Every part of your life revolves around Peter to the point where you don’t know what you would do without him. You wake up to him, go to sleep to him, think about him constantly. You’re even sometimes woken up in the middle of the night to him touching you, wanting you. At some point you stop pretending you don’t want him back. You hate it but it’s true.
Your room has always been a reflection of you as a person.
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starkleila · 3 years
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Rebecca
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Pairings:  Bucky Barnes x reader(Stark!reader), mention of Steve rogers (past) x Stark!reader, mention of past OC x Stark!reader, Tony Stark and Stark!reader (platonic, siblings), bucky barnes x rebecca barnes (platonic, siblings),
Genre: angst, fluff.
Summary:
Bucky takes his girlfriend (stark!reader, you) to meet his sister bringing her to think about her own brother and on how bucky lost his youth.
Inspired by the comic book page where Bucky introduces Natasha to Rebecca
Notes:
I saw that comic book page and got inspired. only the last part of their encounter with Rebecca is directly quoted from it.
This is part of my OFC!Stark (Stark!reader) one-shots collection that I’m continuing to post. They are all stand-alone but virtually work in the same ‘universe’. Is suggest you to read my ‘background facts about my stark!reader’ but is not needed to understand this one-shot
This is my first time using the second person form in writing.
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading.
please do not translate or appropriate my work
Warnings: Mention of tony’s death, Alzheimer, Loss of parents and siblings. Minor implied smut.
Words: 4800
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Bucky did not often talk about his sister.
You did not know if it was because he was afraid it would remind you of tony or because it hurt him to think of how now she was old and he had missed her entire life.
Hence you knew really little about Rebecca, only that she was his younger sister and the only one still alive. She was in a hospital similar to the one Peggy had been.
Bucky visited her often. Usually once a week expect when he was on a mission.
Still after 6 months together he had never asked you to come with him to see Rebecca.
You had hinted to it various time like ‘I would love to meet her’ ‘I think we would go very well along’ but still he had not picked up the signals or he had avoided them. Or at least that was until now.
The day had started normal. After some relaxed morning activities you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Bucky was making pancakes while you poured the orange juice and milk in two glasses.
You hated to cook so bucky always took care of that, making fun of you in the process although he agreed that you had many talents so it was okay that cooking was not one of them.
‘doll I was wondering do you want to come with me to see Becca this weekend?’ he said out of nowhere still looking at the pancake mix he was preparing.
You stopped your actions, putting down the orange juice bottle and moving towards him. you took his face in your hands and kissed him sweetly.
‘of course Bucky. I was waiting for you to ask me that’ he hold you waste, his back resting against the counter
‘really doll?’ he asked eyes shining
‘yes james, you met my whole family and the family I made myself. I want to meet your sister. She is your family.’ you said adjusting one of his hair strands that was falling on his forehead.
He kissed you ‘I love you doll’ he said after retracting from the kiss
‘I love you too bucku’ you replied kissing him once again.
‘and who would not want to meet her boyfriend sister? I need another girl to talk shit behind your back barnes’
‘I thought that was what you did already with sam angel’ he said not living your lips, switching position and gently sitting you on the kitchen counter
‘touché’ you replied kissing him once again with more fervor.
Bucky roamed his hands on your body.
breakfast could wait you thought.
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On the day of the visit you were both thrilled and scared. You wanted to make a good impression on the last family bucky had left. You had changed clothes five times not wanting to look bad but neither too posh.
This was the equivalent of meeting your boyfriend parents and you wanted to give a good impression. you had seen ‘meet the parents’ too many times to not know how important this first meeting was.
After bucky had assured you that you looked stunning and basically pushed you out of the apartment you had took his motorcycle and headed out.
you parked the motorcycle in front of the hospital.
as you made your way into the building Bucky hold your hand as you walked the corridors.
He said ‘hi’ to the nurses at the receptions and the ones he encountered being greeted with their wide smiles. you were about to make a joke about how all the ladies always looked at him but before you could he stopped in front of a door.
‘here we are’ he said, you squeezed his hand and kissed his check, suddenly losing all your cocky attitude.
The time was here, you were about to meet Rebecca. you just hoped she was not like the one from Daphne du Maurier’s book.
‘okay let’s go’ he said opening the door
Rebecca was on her hospital bed reading.
You realized that you had never seen even a photo of her. She was in her early 90s and had short white hair. She looked younger than her age you thought, she seemed a normal more or less healthy old lady although that was far from the truth.
‘jimmy! You came?’ she cheered realizing he was in the room
‘of course becca’ bucky replied approaching her and kissing her forehand
‘who is this beautiful young lady?’ she asked him looking at you
‘becca, this is y/n stark. my girlfriend’ bucky said proudly
You approached the old lady extending your hand ‘nice to meet you ms. Barnes I heard so much about you’
Rebecca smiled at you shaking your hand ‘call me Rebecca dear. a stark? Like howard stark from stark industries?’ she asked curiously
‘yes he was my father’ you said placing your hand back into bucky’s just in time for a flash of pain to paint his features as he looked at his shoes ashamed, as he always did when your father was mentioned. You squeezed his hand, tapping in his palm in morse code ‘It’s okay I love you’ with your index finger. You always did, as it did not matter how many times you had reassured him that you did not held him accountable for his death at the mention of your father he always felt guilty and ashamed.
‘oh dear I’m sorry to hear that. He looked like a good man’ she said giving you a kind smile
‘he was sometimes’
At your reply the room fell into an unpleasant silence until Rebecca broke it with an ‘where are my manners! Take a sit you two’ Rebecca said while pointing at the chairs
You two seated still hands intertwined.
‘so I want to know everything. so dear what is that you do?’
‘I work in stark industries as head of the technology department, and I help out bucky and our friend Sam with their work too when it gets too challenging’
‘beautiful and smart! oh jimmy you hit the jackpot with this one’ your cheeks suddenly became red at her compliment while bucky smiled widely looking at you lovingly
‘you have no idea becca’ he said kissing your hand.
‘how did you two meet?’ Rebecca asked curiously
You and bucky exchanged a look panicking. Should they tell her that he as the winter soldier had killed your parents when you were just a child leaving you in the car next to their dead bodies, saving you from being captured by hydra? Or that you had met as he as the winter soldier again was trying to kill you and his best friend that at the time was your boyfriend? Or that to save him you lost your family, the avengers, and steve in the process? That you had met again as steve left you for another woman after your brother died and you and bucky bickered for months becoming friends in the process? That after you had stopped the flagmashers you two finally had confessed your feelings and moved in together?
‘uhm?’ Rebecca prompted again looking at you questioningly
You took courage and answered
‘well’ you cleared your voice while bucky looked still panicked
‘we met as Bucky was best friend with my ex-boyfriend. then as my ex-boyfriend moved out of the city to be with another woman me and bucky as we were both not at our best we started working together becoming friends and eventually got together.’
Bucky nodded ‘yah that is how it went’
In the end it was a much more naïve version of the truth but it wasn’t a lie
‘such a nice story!’ She replied giving you both a kind smile
‘yah’ he said voice hoars
‘Bucky, you replaced little steve as your best friend ?’  becca asked sadly
Bucky looked at you before replying, you gave him an encouraging half smile, ‘actually is steve she is talking about. y/n and steve dated for a few years (a decade) but they were not ideal for each others (they both never stop loving their precedent partners) and he left (traveled in time) to be with his ex-girlfriend (who he had just kissed once)’
Rebecca face fell ‘I’m so sorry dear, I did not expect steve to do such thing’
‘no worries Rebecca. He did me a favor. I would have not got with bucky if he had remained, and no one stands a chance next to my james’ you replied looking proudly at bucky. he did not resist and kissed you briefly. As he retracted content he realized where he was.
‘hell i’m sorry becca’ he said blushing for the first time in ages
‘don’t worry, I love to see you happy jimmy’ Rebecca replied sincerely letting out a laugh
You talked some more again trying to give not too many details on your unusual lives and listening to her stories about Bucky’s youth.
‘rebecca what picture of me are you painting? I did not date half Brooklyn’ he replied trying to save his reputation with you
‘you did jimmy. Every Friday a different girl. Those poor girls never saw you twice. This is the first girl you ever introduced to me’
‘really uhm?’ you said with a wide smirk adorning your feature ‘I’m your first real girlfriend?’ you prompted looking at him
‘you kind of are doll…’ he replied passing a hand through his hair trying to hide is embarrassment
‘well then you are a women guru Barnes as you are the best boyfriend I ever had’ you said kissing his nose.
You were momently lost in each other’s eyes as you always were in these situations until Rebecca coughed snapping Bucky back from his trance,
‘becca you seem pallid. Did you take your meds?’ bucky asked concerned
‘I think so?’ Rebecca asked questioning
‘is better to ask a nurse if you did sis’ bucky said getting up until he was blocked by your hand gripping his arm.
‘I will go search for a nurse. you stay here with becca james’ you said standing up and kissing his forehead, letting go of his hand
‘thank you doll’ he smiled back
You walked out the room searching for a nurse as bucky had asked you while he tried not to linger his eyes to long on the back of your figure as you exited the room.
Little did you know that he had hoped for you to leave the room since you had got here. And that this had been the opportunity he had waited for, at least he would have not needed to ask you to go search for some miraculous vending machine he was well aware didn’t exist in this hospital.
‘becca I need to ask you a favor’ bucky said suddenly, his tone urging, as he bent forward towards rebecca
‘of course jimmy tell me’ Rebecca replied now serious
‘ I .. I was wondering if I could have mum’s ring.’
‘james…’
‘I know you just met y/n but we have been together for more than six months and I have known her for years. I want to marry her Becca. I love her, I really do, like I never loved before and like I will never do again. I have been thinking about it for sometimes, I know she is the right one and although I’m waiting for the right moment to ask her I want to be ready when the time comes. I would have bought her a ring, but you see a stark could afford any diamond so I wanted to give her something personal something that has no price and mum’s ring- ’
‘does she make you happy?’ Rebecca asked interrupting him
‘yes. She really does. More than I could ever hope. She helped me through my hard times and loved me despite my past, and trust me no other person could have done it’ he answered genuinely
‘then you can have it’ she replied slipping their mother’s ring of her finger. It was a beautiful ring a diamond adorned by two sapphires
‘it was always meant for the oldest child, therefore it was always meant to be yours and maybe in a way it was always meant to be her’s’ Rebecca said extending it to bucky
‘thank you becca you don’t know how much it means for me’ bucky replied tears threatening to fill his eyes, he took the ring and placed it in his pocket while with his flesh hand he caressed her hand and smiling at his sister who had just given him their most trusted possession Winnifred Barnes’s engagement ring.
‘oh jimmy-‘ but before she could continue the door opened showing your figure
‘I asked the nurse. she confirmed but she will come take a look as soon as we leave’ you said entering the room and closing the door behind you smiling warmly at Rebecca and taking back your seat next to bucky.
They continued talking and you could do nothing but take in the sight in front of you. Bucky although effectively younger now than Rebecca had not lost his older brother attitude. He looked at her lovingly and protectively. In that moment he reminded you a lot of tony, maybe pepper used to feel the same when she saw him talk (bicker playfully) with you.
You had never thought before about bucky as a brother.
He was a friend, an amazing boyfriend, an uncle. In your relationship the role of the one with the complicated family history and the one who had lost their sibling was your role. And as you saw him and Rebecca interact you not only thought about how he will never get to grow old with her instead he would see her die, but also about how you too never got to grow old with your brother tony.
You and tony were supposed to grow old together, you always joked about it since a young age, about how even if old you would keep each other’s young. When you got with chris tony was happy that he would get to stay on the house porch with you two, then when you got with steve and he was much less happy about it but the point still stood.
You both knew he would have died before you. he was older, being a teenager when you were born and considering his lifestyle of alcohol and excesses he was bound to not die too old.
Still although you had always lived with this in mind you never thought you would have seen him die in his 50s on a battlefield to save the universe.
He had died in pain not in the comfort of his bed surrounded by the people he loved.
He had died loved as he should have but he should have not died in the dirt while his family looked at him slipping away helplessly.
That was your job not his.
After getting in shield you always thought that maybe you would have died first after all. At the end of a blade or at the barrel of the gun.
After becoming an avenger this idea persisted. You would have died in action maybe in the arms of the man you loved, in steve’s arms. Dying as you lived you thoughts. Tony would have still died old and that was all that mattered to you.
But that was not what destiny had in mind for the stark siblings. as once again death had spared you taking instead who you loved the most, leaving you again in front of a grave thinking it should have been me.
Although dying young and bloody was still an option for you it didn’t seem quite fit anymore, you wanted to die old, maybe in a bed similar to this one with an old bucky holding your hand as you went and while morgan would have told you ‘it’s okay George micheal and David bowie await for you’ as you had told her father when he was dying, a sick joke you had going on since 2016.
Until I get to die before bucky nothing matters you thought looking at him smiling at his sister laughing at something she had said if I go while looking into his blue eyes even better.
‘you haven’t aged a day jimmy, how is that possible?’ suddenly something in bucky snapped. His sister who a second before was still herself funny and caring and with her memory intact now instead was confused again, not realizing that they were not young anymore, forgetting that she was old and that he had been frozen for seven decades.
The nurses had told him that when her disease took control of her mind like that he had to comply to everything she said to not upset her and then go, allowing  her to get some rest. So he did it
You looked at him concerned gripping his hand tighter. Alzheimer was a bad disease, you had seen it in action before with Peggy and you could not imagine what it was like for Bucky to see someone he loved, his sister, the only family he had left, being taken little by little by it.
even more considering that the last time he had saw her she was just a child and now instead she was physically twice his age, dying and slowly forgetting.
The last person who knew him. who knew the real him was soon be gone and you could do nothing than think about how steve instead had solved this problem by going back to the past, living his life as it was meant to be before World War II changed it’s destiny. Bucky maybe should have done it too you thought he would be in a bed like this too, he would have had a full life side by side with his family.
‘you know me I always look good’ he replied faking a laugh and taking you out of your thoughts.
‘but how?’ she continued confused
Bucky decided that it was easier to change subject than address his sudden youth. ‘well we better be going then’ said bucky standing up and approaching Rebecca and kissing her head
‘I love you sis, I will come again next week as promised’
His tactic worked as she replied ‘thank you jimmy’
‘it was really nice meeting you Rebecca I hope to see you soon’ you said extending your hand to shake hers again
‘you seem like a good woman y/n. that’s what jimmy deserves. Someone to take care of him’ Rebecca replied denying you her hand and instead bringing you in for a hug
‘ I try my best Rebecca don’t worry ‘ you chuckled smiling and intertwining your fingers again with Bucky’s. placing your hand where it belongs
‘he’s too busy taking care of everyone else to do it for himself’ becca continuing concerned
‘I know believe me’ you replied looking at him with a jokingly disapproving look before kissing his cheek and smiling at him once again
‘get some sleep sis I love you’ bucky said kissing Rebecca’s forehead
‘don’t forget the carnival is this weekend. I love the Ferris wheels’ she said voice young and excited as a child as they were leaving
‘of course becca we will come pick you up on Saturday’ he concluded giving her a sad smilen and exiting the door
In the corridor Bucky was visibly troubled by Rebecca, hence as you walked out of the hospital you thanked the nurses instead of him as he approached silently his motorcycle
‘I think she is my favorite barnes’ you smiled trying to lighten up the mood
He smiled at you with sadness still in his eyes ‘really? And I thought that I was your favorite in every category’ he said holding your hips and kissing your lips softly
‘you are, but you will have to remind me barnes, repeatedly’ you replied resting your hands on his chest and smirking at him while kissing him again
‘don’t worry angel, I will as soon as we get home’ he whispered next to your hear. You shivered, your cheeks suddenly red
Still his mood became sad once again  ‘thank you for this doll, I needed her to know even if she won’t remember’ he said pain vivid in his voice as he put on his helmet and passed you yours
‘anything for you James as always’ you replied putting on your helmet and kissing his forehead
He kissed you, his lips heavy with the pain of seeing his sister losing more of herself everyday
Then he hopped on the motorcycle with you taking a sit behind him and holding him close, resting your head on his back
‘now let’s go catch some bad guys ‘
He said starting the motorcycle and leaving St. Francis Alzheimer hospital
…..
That night as you lied in bed after he had fulfilled his promise to remind you why he was your favorite in everything and repeatedly you two were silently enjoying each other’s company while drifting to sleep.
You were resting your head on his naked chest listening to his heartbeat as you always did when something troubled your mind. The two simple sounds tu dum tu dum had a calming effect that made you feel safe and relaxed. They could take away anything from your mind, that it is why when he hugged you got lost in that sound, it didn’t matter where you were, on a mission or at home, it would always calm you.
Your fingers were intertwined with his metallic ones while his other hand drew smooth patterns on your naked back.
Still you could not get your mind off from Rebecca’s condition and on why bucky had as much reasons as Steve to wish to go back to the past. Something that scared you deeply, but before you could get lost in your dark thoughts bucky spoke
‘doll what’s wrong?’ he asked squeezing your hand and moving his head to look at you
‘ how do you always notice?’ you replied still not rising your head to meet his gaze, but amused by how much he knew you
‘it’s your breathing love, when you are thinking too hard it gets so steady that I wonder if you are breathing at all’ he continued caressing your hair ‘what is troubling you?’
‘nothing just seeing Rebecca made me reflect on some stuff’ you replied looking in the void of your room
‘what stuff doll?’ he asked quietly starting again to draw patterns with his fingers on you back
You waited, insecure on whether to speak or distract him by initiating another round of sweet activities, but you know that when he was worried about you nothing could take his mind off from it, not even the promise of other blissful hours lost in pleasure and sin.
‘Do you ever think about going back in time?’ you asked, your voice small. His hand froze taken back by your question.
‘why?’ he asked shily
You sighed
‘you could be young at the same time as Rebecca, as your other sisters, as your parents, hell as steve even. It would not cancel your time at hydra but you would still live in the time period you miss and love’ you replied trying not to show the worry that plagued your mind
He had lost so much. He had nothing here. Steve instead had his friends, steve had her, and still he chose the promise of the 40s, of Peggy, rather than the present with her. rather than the life they had built in almost a decade. Bucky had been with her for what? Around eight months? They had been the best six months of both of their lives but their relationship was still relatively knew.
And why should bucky not do the same thing steve had done?
He would grow old with his family, live the life he was meant to live.
Who wouldn’t what that?
She herself did sometimes. What she would not give to go back and be again with tony, to save him. to see him grew up Morgan. To see him happy with Pepper. To both grow old and eventually die in their beds, like they were supposed to do. Like they promised each other’s to do.
After a pregnant pause bucky spoke
‘I did sometimes’ he said reprising to caress her back again, and resting his head on the pillow again.
‘when I remembered who I was I wanted to go back. Also after the accords I wanted so much to go back. I told myself I could heal better in the 40s, at home with my family. After I came back from the blip steve asked me to go with him, and I wanted to. I wanted it so bad. But then I thought I would just be again a burden. He was going back to live his life and we both know that if I went too, he would be there for me and would forget why he went back in the first place. The first months were hell. After he left I stayed up at night blaming myself for not having taken that opportunity. I thought I had wasted my only chance at happiness, at a normal quiet life, at a life at all. But now I don’t think about it anymore’ he said sincerely
‘what changed?’ you asked not daring to look at him
‘doll look at me please’ he said sweetly raising his head to look at you and waiting for you to do the same.
You raised your head placing your arms on his chests and moving your head to his eye level, and for the first time since the conversation had begun you looked at him in the eyes. In those beautiful eyes of the color of ice but warm as the sun
‘You’ he said moving a stray of hair that was hanging near your face placing it behind your ear, caressing your check in the process.
‘I was lost and alone. I used to spend my nights thinking who I was and who I would have been if nothing had happened, who I could have been if I had gone back. But then an incredibly hot headed beautiful and smart stark stormed in my life telling me how much a pain in the ass I was.’ You let out a laugh
‘ And that changed everything. I became friend with you. I fell in love with you. And suddenly my past did not matter, I wasn’t the winter soldier I wasn’t sergeant barnes, I wasn’t a guy from Brooklyn. I was james bucky barnes, I was ‘james’, I was ‘Bucku’, I was ‘honey’, I was the man you love. Someone a beautiful, genius and strong billionaire spy with three PHDs in sciences and engineering chose to love. The rest did not and does not matter, especially what could have been’
You were speechless, almost failing to hold back tears as your eyes watered as he continued
‘Hydra took my past and present but you are my future y/n. Until I’m with you no 1940s, no family no Steve can compare with being with you. With waking up with you, with falling asleep next to you, with watching some 1980s classic you are obsessed with, with looking at you smile at morgan’ he kissed your nose ‘with kissing you, with making love to you. So yes I don’t think about the past anymore’
‘oh james’ As a tear failed to stay in your eye while you crushed your lips with his, tasting it’s saltiness, as you tried to express all your love and how much it had meant for you his words through your kiss.
Bucky hold your face with both hands, returning the kiss with your same fervor and love.
‘I love you james’ you said passing your thumb over his lips. He kissed your palm and then your lips again
‘not as much as I love you’ he replied touching your nose with his and resting your foreheads together. You stayed there for some time in silence with your foreheads pressed against each other’s  
‘now let’s get some sleep old lady that tomorrow we have a mission’ he said kissing the top of your nose and breaking the silence
‘old lady who?! You are 106 bucky!! You are almost four time my age!’ you said giving him a slap on his bicep
Bucky laughed maneuvering you both so that he laid flat on his back and hugging you as you moved your head to your favorite pillow, his chest.
‘goodnight doll’ he said tuning off the lap and kissing the top of your head
‘good night bucky’ you replied yawning, adjusting yourself to have not a single inch of your figure that was not next to or on top of bucky.
Nevertheless to say in Bucky’s arms you slept peacefully and happy knowing that this super soldier differently from the other wasn’t going anywhere.
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A Mess - Chapter 2 | Zeke x F!Reader x Reiner
Summary: Taking place the morning after the threesome, everyone tries to get a feel for where you all stand. Everyone except Zeke, who knows exactly where he wants this to go.
Warnings: threesome, blowjobs, deep-throating, throat-fucking, vaginal sex, cumshot, cum swallowing, (light) aftercare
MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT!
CHAPTER 1
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Zeke is the first to rise, and quietly makes his way out of bed to start breakfast for everyone. If any of you are going to talk about what happened last night, he wants it to be with him there to suss out exactly what page everyone is on, and he knows neither of you will turn down pancakes. He isn't sure if he's happy or not to see Reiner joining him first, already fully dressed and very clearly surprised to see the table set for three.
Zeke can tell he isn’t sure if he wants to sit down, so he gestures towards the dining room table with his spatula, "Pancakes will be done in a minute."
Reiner holds a breath for a moment before sitting, as if it had been an order - and really it had been.
The open plan layout of Zeke's apartment makes it so they could very easily talk things out right here and now, but he wants to give Reiner the opportunity to speak first. He knows the younger man is the most likely of the three of you to have some kind of reservations over what happened last night, and he doesn't want to reveal his own hand too soon. Reiner doesn't speak though, not until Zeke is putting down the platter of food in the middle of the table, setting down syrup next to it.
Reiner laughs uncomfortably, "So... a threesome and breakfast, just my luck."
Zeke rewards the comment with the smallest smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and looks down at the younger man who seems to be begging him to talk first with the uneasy look in his eyes. Normally Zeke lives for a moment like this, one where he can just stand and cast his slightly amused stare at someone while they shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but for some reason that air of uneasiness reaches even him this timel. He reasons that he must just be too hungry to mess around.
"It took more than luck to make last night happen."
Reiner thinks on the words for a moment, but doesn't quite parse what Zeke is getting at, "What else did it take?"
"It took everyone wanting it to happen, and we all did. So it happened."
He nods, as if replaying the events of last night over in his mind for confirmation. "There's no problem between us then?"
Zeke laughs, realizing Reiner leaving the bedroom fully dressed and tense as ever must have come from him quite literally expecting a confrontation. It’s as if he’d initially forgotten Zeke was the one beckoning him into the room, calling upon him to finally fucking indulge.
"The only thing between us,” Zeke emphasizes the words with air quotes and a pregnant pause before continuing on, “is the woman lying in the bed we all fucked in last night. And I don't consider that a problem."
He hopes he doesn't have to spell it out further for Reiner, that last night wasn't a problem and that any similar nights in the future wouldn't be either. His little game had been fun, and for now he planned for it to continue. Whatever Reiner gleaned from Zeke’s words seems to be satisfactory, as he nods and uses his fork to grab a few pancakes off of the platter in front of him and move them onto his plate. Zeke starts to walk back to his bedroom, to wake you and let you know he's prepared breakfast - a rare occasion for him - but Reiner stops him through his mouthful of food.
"She's just brushing her teeth."
Interesting. Zeke wonders if you’d already discussed a few things, but doesn't ask as he returns to the table to begin serving himself.
-
When you join them you’re wearing a set of casual clothes you’d left at Zeke’s place for times you’d been too fucked out to leave the night before, and he’s happy to see you aren’t also fully dressed as if anticipating the same thing Reiner was. Your eyes go straight to the food as you take your seat.
“Is this some kind of special occasion?” You sheepishly meet Zeke’s gaze, before shooting Reiner a smile that you hope is reassuring. It is, and your presence seems to dissipate the last of the tension in his broad shoulders.
This time, Zeke’s laugh does reach his eyes and you feel at ease enough to begin serving yourself. “A little reward for you two stepping out of your comfort zone last night.”
Despite only being a few years older than you and Reiner, Zeke is much more experienced, or ’worldly’ as he’d so smugly describe it, but he could tell from the surprise on your face you’d thought last night might have been some kind of happy fluke.
“Are you saying last night was in your comfort zone?”
“Yes and no.”
It wasn’t a satisfying answer, but you know better than to expect too much from Zeke, and the way he sits and passes the syrup to you before serving himself with the remaining pancakes on the dish makes it clear that this line of questioning is over.
-
Zeke can tell you’re comforted by the fact that you and Reiner seem to be on the same page after breakfast; neither of you making moves to head for home while looking to Zeke to set the course of the day between the three of you. There’s still a question hanging in the air, a need for further clarification, but the fact that you both seem to happily agree to Zeke’s suggestion that you all join him in watching a movie after eating indicates to him that this entanglement will be easily continued.
After a short debate casual enough to have you all relaxed and feeling more like the same three friends you’d always been, a movie is decided upon and you take your seat first. It’s your usual spot by the arm of the couch, and Reiner seats himself on the other end, leaving a space for Zeke in the middle. It’s normal enough, but Zeke intends to establish things quickly and wraps his arms around you, picking you up and plopping you down in the middle of the couch before taking your previous seat. You laugh a little as you settle into the cushion, thereby settling in between the two men, and tuck your feet under Reiner’s warm legs as Zeke pulls you into his side so you can relax against him.
This wasn’t exactly the movie Zeke had wanted to watch, but he’d conceded to yours and Reiner’s wishes to allow you two to feel you had some power in this situation. You two did, of course, but not quite as much as Zeke thanks to his disregard for any possible consequences to the impulsive actions he’d been carrying out lately. Though with the amount of thought and planning he put into each move, he didn’t quite consider them impulsive. To him, these decisions were more… daring, or selfish at worst.
In any case, Zeke had no intention of finishing the movie in the first place, though he at least allows the three of you to make it ten minutes in before his hand round your waist starts rubbing slow circles into your side. You lean into him a little more, and he presses a small kiss to your forehead. He leaves it at that, very much aware of Reiner watching the two of you out of the corner of his eye. Then you stretch your legs out, after pulling your feet from under Reiner’s thigh. Whether you mean it flirtatiously or not, Zeke can’t help smiling to himself as you rest your legs on Reiner’s lap, and he places a hand on your calf, stroking your skin gently.
The three of you linger like this for a little longer as well, before Zeke has had enough and with a bent finger at your chin, turns you to face him. It was clearly what you’d been waiting for as both men gently stroked at your body, and your lips meet Zeke’s without further prompting. Your kiss is hungry, with you sighing against his mouth already, and Zeke opens his eyes to look over to Reiner - whose hand was moving up to rub at your thigh as you gently massage your foot over where his cock had slowly been hardening since he’d started touching you. Zeke pulls away before you do, nodding his head towards Reiner before leaning back to remove his own shirt. You understand him perfectly, turning to get on your knees and begin kissing Reiner. He groans at the loss of contact from your foot, but is happily satiated by your lips, wasting no time as he parts them to allow your tongue into his mouth.
His kiss is more eager than Zeke’s, rougher even, as he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. Zeke closes the distance, moving to the center of the couch to dip a hand beneath your leggings and tease at your slit through your underwear. You moan into Reiner’s mouth, and his involuntary thrust upward sends Zeke’s finger pressing harder against you. You’re on the bearded man in a second, craning your neck to kiss him while continuing to grind down onto his hand, and only part lips when Reiner pulls your shirt up and off. The action pulls you back to the man beneath you as he kneads at your breasts and he’s left groaning into your mouth this time at the feel of the supple skin cupped by his large hands.
For all of Reiner’s pining Zeke still hadn’t expected him to be quite so voracious. As the two of you continued on in this back and forth, each switch of positions leading to one more article of clothing being removed, anytime you pulled away to give Zeke a taste of your lips, Reiner was immediately making up for the loss of contact by sucking marks into your neck. Soon, you’re so wet that Zeke has to peel your underwear from where they cling to your folds as you maneuver with Reiner’s aid to help in getting them down your legs and off, leaving you fully bare between them now that this final bit of clothing is gone - with the two men left in just underwear. He hums appreciatively at the soaked fabric before tossing it onto the floor and pulling you up to stand.
“Bedroom, now.”
You head off quickly, with Zeke pinching your ass as you go, and Reiner is following close after. Zeke takes his time walking back, turning off the forgotten film before he goes, and he stands to watch in the doorway as you’re already lying next to Reiner on the bed, grinding down onto one of his legs and gasping his name into the air as he suckles and kneads at your breasts. Your heavy lids flutter open, and you reach out to Zeke, beckoning him closer. He circles past your outstretched arm, around the other side of the bed, and sits at your side - pulling you into another kiss as the younger man continues to have his way with marking your flesh.
As breathing gets heavier, and the kisses between you and each of the men get sloppier and hungrier, Zeke can’t help but notice how very un-spontaneous it somehow still feels. You roll over to kiss him, arm outstretched to pump at Reiner’s cock. Then, a few moments later you kiss Reiner, your other hand moving to slide up and down Zeke’s length. You’re still enjoying yourself; groaning at the affections, pressing into whichever hands are on you at the moment, and when Zeke pulls your hips off of Reiner’s muscled thigh he’s pleased to find that you’ve left him glistening with your slick. Still… it’s as if Zeke can hear you counting out the seconds of each movement, getting lost in the heat of the moment for only a few fleeting seconds before reminding yourself that you must attend to the other man as well. It’s just not the same as it had been last night.
Eventually Zeke has enough of this, and intends to do something about it, but is surprised to find Reiner doing it first. He grabs you by the back of your thighs, sweeping you onto your back as he rolls on top of you and wraps your legs around his waist for only a moment before he’s sitting back to take in the view of your needy pussy beneath him. Zeke watches contentedly as the younger man seems to be very much in the moment, pumping his cock with one hand, then reaching down with the other to begin fucking your pussy open with one of his broad fingers, then two - glistening more and more each time they pull out of your warmth ever so slightly. Then, something clicks, and you’re not worrying about anything but taking just what you need to be able to have Reiner buried deep inside you.
Zeke leans away for only a moment, pulling a condom out of the top drawer of his bedside table, and tossing it onto your stomach.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says to Reiner, as he positions himself by your face. You’re pleasantly quick in reaching for his cock, squeezing it at the base before you wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently - but then Reiner’s thumb joins in his movements to rub at your clit while his fingers inside of you continue to slide against your walls, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning around Zeke’s cock.
He takes the opportunity to push himself deeper, though still only halfway, into your open mouth. It prompts you to suck harder, and bob your head in an attempt to give Zeke even part of what you were feeling. Reiner groans at the sight of you with a mouthful of cock, and decides enough is enough as he withdraws his fingers from you and tears open the small packet to hurriedly roll the condom on. Even without being able to see him through the angle your head is at as you suck at the cock before you, you know what’s coming. This has been the longest Reiner had gone without touching you since you’d undressed before the men, and you shiver at the feel of the head of his cock teasing it’s way up and down your slit.
“Yes.” your words of encouragement are muffled, but they do still work to make Reiner finally make the push to slowly begin filling you.
It’s thick, and god does it feel bigger than it looks as you stop your movements on Zeke to gasp and sigh around him with each inch further Reiner stretches you. It’s a lot, clearly more than you can handle while staying focused, and when Reiner lets out a groan as his hips are finally flush with yours Zeke is sure you’ve never been so full in your life.
Zeke rests his hand on the back of your neck, holding your head up to make it easier for you, and you finally give him the suction he needs, though you tap his hip while looking up at him - your sign to him that he can fuck your mouth. He does, albeit slowly, eyes darting from your pretty face twisted in pleasure to the sight of Reiner slowly fucking you open. After a few moments of groans and your careful adjusting to being filled at both ends Reiner picks up his pace, hips meeting yours in a harsh slap after a long push forward. Zeke matches his pace as he slides his way deeper and deeper into your mouth, though he doesn’t go so far as pushing through to the tight squeeze of your throat just yet.
“Careful, Reiner, you’ll wreck her with a cock like that.”
Reiner’s eyes are off of you, and on Zeke in an instant, and he twitches inside of your pussy at these words. Zeke’s grin is verging on nefarious as he finally pushes his cock into your throat, holding you in place lightly enough that you can pull away if you really wanted - though he knows you won’t.
“She wants that though, don’t you, sweetheart?” Zeke looks down at you, with your eyes watering as you take the cock down your throat quite enthusiastically, before he pulls out of your mouth entirely.
You cough, and catch your breath, then quickly nod your head ’yes’ as you look over to Reiner with hungry eyes. In an instant, your mouth is filled with cock once more and as Reiner begins to fuck you harder, his hand laid across your abdomen so he can rub at your clit, Zeke matches the new pace easily.
“That’s my girl.” Zeke revels in the noises coming from your soaked cunt as well as your mouth as the head of his cock breaches your throat again and again. You manage to pull a surprised little grunt from him as you begin matching his thrusts into your mouth, sending pleasant vibrations through Zeke as you moan and climb to your peak on Reiner’s cock.
Zeke feels wetness travelling down to where his hand supports your head, and whether it’s tears or drool from having your throat fucked, it has him throbbing already. He receives another vibration from your throat as you purr around him. You’d felt him twitch, and it only has you redoubling your efforts as you fuck your throat onto his cock, now taking over most of the movement as Zeke braces himself for what he knows you can do.
“Fuck, you’ll finish me fast like that.”
You look up at him, mischief in your eyes, and Zeke knows you understand exactly what looking up at him like that does to him. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on his length while pulling back and you run your tongue along the underside of him as you push forward. He’s given only brief moments of sliding into your throat before he’s pulled back again, and each time the smooth head of his cock hits your tongue you can taste the bitterness of him leaking for you. Zeke’s balls are tightening already, and before he knows it he’s given in to the pull of your throat.
“Where do you want it?” Zeke pulls his cock from your mouth to allow you to answer, pumping it furiously as he tries to hold out long enough.
Your reply is your wide open mouth, as you stick your tongue out and close your eyes. Zeke complies wholeheartedly, biting down on his bottom lip as he greets his climax with low groans and covers your face and tongue with his warmth. He is careful to avoid his load getting anywhere near the upper half of your face, and with his hand still on the back of your neck to prop you up, you part your lids only slightly to look down at Reiner - who is awestruck by the vision of you taking cum on your face so happily. He’s cute like this, and your pussy flutters around him in time with the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his cock throb inside of you at the sight of you swallowing everything that had landed on your tongue.
Zeke rests your head on the pillow below and then reaches down to where the two of you meet, taking over Reiner’s quick pace against your clit and allowing the taller man to grip your hips tightly and pound you harder. The stretch of him fucking you so deep has shivers coursing through your body, and the sight of Zeke’s eyes stuck on your pussy being spread wide by Reiner has that telltale pressure coming to a peak inside of you.
“Cum with me! Cum with-”
Reiner can only nod, mouth open and hips stuttering as the clench of your pussy and the sweet sound of your voice pulls him right over the edge with you. He clings to your hips for dear life even after he’s emptied himself, and doesn’t stop thrusting til he’s groaning from being nearly overstimulated, just to make sure you ride out your prolonged orgasm with the aid of his cock and Zeke’s hands. Your arching back straightens and your chest heaves as you try to catch every breath lost as you’d cried out at the intensity of your orgasm. Both of the men stop, with Zeke lying down next to you and Reiner slowly pulling out - leaving the two of you with shivers as he does.
“This is pretty fun, right?” Zeke sighs, brushing your hair away from your face. You laugh, and nod breathlessly.
Reiner stands to toss his used condom into the small trash can next to the bed as Zeke had done the night before then gestures to your face, “You got a washcloth anywhere?”
Zeke looks back at him, almost annoyed. He was enjoying the view, cooling cum all over your face be damned, but stands to go get it himself. Reiner takes his place on the side of you opposite from where Zeke had been, and pulls you to rest your head on top of his chest instead of the pillow. Once Zeke returns, damp cloth in tow, he wipes at your face gently and you smile once you’re finally cleaned up.
“I could get used to this… I feel like I’m being pampered.”
Reiner smirks, already beginning to doze off, “Yeah, it is nice isn’t it?”
The two of you are too sleepy-eyed to see Zeke with a rare warm smile as he joins the two of you in lying on the bed, allowing himself a rare afternoon nap.
CHAPTER 3
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Kingdom - To The World (pt.2)
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Minyoung’s Outfit
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Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom’s show subtitles
Italicized texts are in English
Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts
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Hongjoong went to the studio to gets ideas from Pirates of the Caribbean and writing down notes when a knock was heard. Pausing the movie, he stood up and unlocked the door to check who came.
"Joong-oppa! I brought you snacks and coffee. I figured you'd pull another all-nighter to brainstorm and a little sugar might help generate ideas." Minyoung entered with a paper bag full of snacks and a cup of coffee.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting by now? I thought you had a schedule tomorrow." Hongjoong frowned knowing how late it is, before taking the snacks thanking the younger girl for them before making himself comfortable on the couch.
"I accidentally left my script at the lockers this morning so I went to get it. I figured I’d drop by the studio and give you something while I'm at it. Don't worry, I'll get some sleep as soon as I get home and the shoot starts at 10 anyway so I'd get plenty of time before I have to leave tomo-.. later" Minyoung smiled plopping down next to Hongjoong
"Just try to get some rest soon. You're busiest among all of us with your drama on top of our promotions and Kingdom." Hongjoong reached out to pat Minyoung's head
"It's nothing I cannot handle! You know me, I can sleep whenever." Minyoung laughed as she look at the screen, recognizing the movie she turned to look at the leader excitedly “You’re watching Pirates? Are we continuing our Introduction Stage concept?” 
“I’m not yet sure but our group’s concept is mostly about pirates so we might as well stick with it.” Hongjoong shrugged taking a sip of coffee
“I always trust your decision oppa! Your ideas for songs and concepts have been all brilliant so far that I’ll follow you in whatever you plan on doing.” Minyoung declared making Hongjoong chuckle.
“I appreciate the confidence but I’ll also ask for your inputs once I talk it over with Eden-hyung” 
“Mhm. I’m just saying that if you tell me to do perform a stunt, I’ll do it. Or maybe even if you tell me to suddenly sing a ballad version of Fireworks or Pirate King, I’d do it in a heartbeat if you arrange it. You know what I mean?” Minyoung said seriously before laughing with Hongjoong. “I’m pretty sure the other members would tell you that too. That’s how much we trust you as our leader.”
“Got it. Thank you bun.” Hongjoong ruffled her hair smiling. “You should head back and get some rest. I’ll finish up here first before my meeting with Eden-hyung. I’ll see you during our meeting, okay? Did you come with manager-hyung?” 
“No. Don’t worry, I’ll just call a cab home. I’ll be fine, I’m already an adult. Geez! If it helps, I’ll send you a message once I’m at the dorms. Fighting oppa!” Minyoung pouted before waving goodbye to Hongjoong “I’ll see you the day after tomorrow!”
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[What song did ATEEZ choose for their first round?]
“We just finished our practice and it’s almost 1:00AM” Hongjoong faced the camera as San and Wooyoung fiddle with the vitamins in the box with San being forcefully fed. “It’s good for your body.” Wooyoung chuckled as San looked at him in disbelief.
“We have to win first place after we eat this.” Hongjoong declared laughing
“Okay. First place? We can do it.” San nodded, trying to finish what’s in his mouth despite not liking the taste. “People say what’s good for your body, tastes bad.”
“Do each of these taste different?” Hongjoong asked as he force himself to swallow despite the bitter taste.
“Nope. They all taste the same.” Wooyoung laughed when Hongjoong confessed he might not be able to finish his before going off to get water.
“There is a reason why I made you guys eat this.” Hongjoong said as he took out his tablet showing them the division of the teams made in preparation for Round 1 of Kingdom. “So I need your ideas on what comes to mind when you think about pirates?”
San listed of things that first came into mind like guns, sword, and eye patch. Wooyoung adding in that they need the flags “We already have flags right?”
“But isn’t the ship the most important thing?” San asked as Hongjoong writes down all their ideas on the tablet for the KQ teams to check before their meeting tomorrow.
“Hey. Hey there. Park Seonghwa-ssi. Got any ideas?” Hongjoong called out to the him on the other side of the practice room. The three laughing when they noticed what is happening. Minyoung was clinging unto Seonghwa like a koala while the eldest just lets her do what she wants, patting her back repeatedly as if making her sleep.
Minyoung answered “Treasure! Pirates go sailing for treasure with their treasure map.” her sudden answer making the three in-front of the camera laugh.
“I thought you didn’t want to be in today?” San asked the girl who looked up at him from her position before shaking her head. “I’m comfortable here.” 
Seonghwa chuckled before answering Hongjoong’s previous question “Maybe like a compass, a trumpet, or a telescope.”
“You’re saying we should reuse what we used before? I like the idea.”
“Oppa, I don’t think we have the luxury not to use what we have.” Minyoung commented making the members crack up particularly with how she looked when she said it.
“Now that we’re discussing together, we’re getting lots of ideas.” Wooyoung noted as their concept grows clearer as they talk
Hongjoong looked at the growing list of ideas nodding “Yesterday, I watched all of Pirates of the Caribbean in the studio all night.”
“Did you get anything from it?” Wooyoung asked curious what they’ll adopt into their performance.
“I really want fog effects on the stage. You know how the ship appears with the fog? I really want to incorporate that to our performance.” Hongjoong explaining the scene to the members. Everyone agreeing that it’ll look great and cinematic which is perfect for the concept they’re going for.
The next day, the members sat around in their practice room to discuss the details of their performance with everyone. “Since our results for the Introduction Stage was a bit disappointing, we need to get ready for round one.” Hongjoong stated as everyone looked as determined as ever to rank higher this round. 
“Since we’re sticking with the concept of being pirates, it’ll be fun if we make it like a movie.” Wooyoung suggested
“Then Hongjoong-hyung will be Joongyi Depp.” Jongho quipped with Hongjoong playing along. “San will be a swordsman. San has to fight.”
“As for Wooyoung..” Hongjoong looked at Wooyoung trying to think of a role when Yunho suddenly said “Chef” making everyone laugh at the unexpected role.
“Oh! That’s true though. We all need to eat and someone has to be the chef.” Minyoung said through her giggles
“So when a war breaks out, he’ll be fighting with frying pans.” Hongjoong chuckled doing fighting motions as if he was holding pans in both his hands while Wooyoung just laughed in disbelief at the idea
“As for Yunho since he’s tall, he’ll be in charge of raising the anchor.” Yunho nodded before firing another remark “Seonghwa-hyung can be the parrot on the Captain’s shoulder!” At this everyone laughed imagining the it.
[Parrot Seonghwa, featuring Hongjoong’s shoulder]
“I’m..I’m not even a human?” Seonghwa asked laughing at the idea
“For Yeosang-hyung since he is smart, he can plan strategies.” Jongho continued on.
“What about me? What am I? Oh! I can be the doctor! I like Chopper!” Minyoung exclaimed making everyone crack up at the random remark.
“Okay that’s enough joking around. We can position ourselves and show something in terms of our gestures.” Hongjoong explained as the others nodded already thinking of what to do for the performance.
“We’re not ordinary pirates. It’s a contest in a way..so in order to look more fancy and grand, I think we need fantasy elements. For example, we can have the Kraken come out.” Yunho suggested
“So based on what we said so far, let’s scatter and talk to the professionals if these can actually come true.” Hongjoong nodded delegating tasks to everyone
[They split into the music team and the choreography team and continue the discussion.]
“The TF team was formed just for Kingdom.” Hongjoong explained to the camera while Minyoung and Jongho nodded. “All the members are scattered right now.”
"The reason we split up is because we cannot waste time. We still have our promotions on top of making preparations for Round 1. So I came here with Minyoung and Jongho to discuss the music" Hongjoong explained to their producer Eden
“Personally, I think of Jongho’s crazy high notes as one of our strengths.” Eden started glancing at Jongho as he explained his idea, then turning to look at Minyoung who looked at him curiously.
"I was thinking along the lines of showcasing our main weapon and the hidden weapon." Hongjoong continued as he tapped both of them on their shoulders
"Right. People already know about Jongho's strength but I think it's about time we unveil ATEEZ's hidden treasure. So I’m wondering if I should add 3 or 4 levels of pitch for the both of you and blast them away with that." Eden suggested with Hongjoong agreeing almost instantly when Eden declared “Nevermind. Let’s just go with four. Since we’re doing it anyway, we should go all out.”
Jongho shifted in his seat knowing there’s no backing out of this plan when Minyoung sat up and said in all seriousness along with a blank face "Ah. It is time for my death. You’re asking me to die” making everyone laugh at her antics.
Minyoung let out a sigh before smiling “Since my leader says so, I have to prepare myself thoroughly and execute it well. I'll do my best, at least enough not to drag Jongho down!"
"You'll do well bun." Hongjoong grinned already planning how to highlight the youngest two’s vocals for the performance.
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[What did you mean by hidden treasure?]
"It's actually a bit of a shame for me to say this..but we haven't really had the chance to let Minyoung's vocals shine in our songs. Although, we've made her do the killing part of songs here and there but she is mostly highlighted for the dance. If I were to put it in figures... I guess you could say we were only able to show off 40% of her potential as a vocalist." Hongjoong smiled before continuing "You can definitely look forward to it."
[Are you feeling pressured for Round 1?]
"Of course! This time, I was given a very important role that could really make or break our performance. I'm nervous but I think the excitement overshadows that nervousness. I just want to show off what ATEEZ is capable of and give back to our fans who continues to support us." Minyoung answered with a confident smile
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“Let’s not worry about anything else and make a movie out there.” Hongjoong looked at everyone as they gathered in for their group cheer before they head to the stage. All of ATEEZ nodding with a smile before they cheered “9 makes 1 king!”  
“Is that a ship?” Chan asked as he moved a bit closer to the monitor as the familiar sound effect was heard.
“Waah. That’s so ATEEZ.” Changbin nodded as the ship interior is shown before the music starts
“I guess their entire stage is set inside the pirate ship.” Q noted to the other members of THE BOYZ.
“Everyone has a story.” Eunkwang leaned in, anticipating the upcoming stage.
“I guess they’re going with the theme of Pirates of the Caribbean for this stage.” Jaeyoon noted finding the feeling of the opening similar to that of the movie.
“I guess he’s the Captain. That so cool! He wore a fur coat!” Bobby noted already absorbed in the performance.
“This is a movie. Totally a movie” Chan commented as the scene played and changed into Hongjoong’s opening rap.
“I asked Minyoung what they planned to do for this stage and all she told me is that I’ll understand when I see it. I can see why she didn’t tell me anything now.” Jisung chuckled as Minyoung’s part played after the opening rap.
“They really prepared a lot for this one. So cool. This arrangement is totally my style.” Eunkwang confessed watching the performance intently.
Everyone was surprised when Wooyoung danced together with the bone-breaking dancers but even more when the Kraken came into the screen. Out of everyone, Bobby was the most excited at seeing the creature. “It’s the Kraken!”
“That’s crazy. How did they come up with this idea?” Jisung exclaimed, letting out an astonished laugh
When Seonghwa sang the chorus, everyone’s mouth was hang wide open and cries of joy were heard from the groups as he fired at the creature killing it. The excitement from that scene has not yet faded when the camera changed and zoomed in on both Jongho and Minyoung on the platform as they sang the bridge as if answering one another. They were also unprepared for when both the youngest members of ATEEZ suddenly pulled off a 4-level high note, leaving most of them speechless.
Minhyuk gasped at how high the notes were while Changsub and Eunkwang clapped in admiration, knowing how hard it is to hit those notes.
“Just how high are they planning to go?” Sangyeon laughed in awe at how the two were able to hit the notes clearly.
Inseong chuckled in disbelief before saying “I can’t believe they’re going all out right now.”
Jisung not expecting the high notes let out a laugh, amazed at both of his friends as he clapped for them. “Wow.. Hold on.” Changbin managed to say shocked at what just happened
Chani laughed astonished particularly towards his friend, exclaiming “Park Minyoung! You’re crazy. From the highnote, now you do this?” when Minyoung took center position during dance booster of the last chorus before passing the focus to Seonghwa for the ending.
After the performance, the groups couldn’t help but compliment the group as they showed off and proven that the title monster performers wasn’t a title without reason.
“They’re awesome” Junhoe stated while Bobby who was still excited with the Kraken and the high note agreed nodding endlessly.
(Comments after the performance)
SF9 Inseong: I was really impressed with Jongho-ssi and Minyoungie. They both hit four high notes. SF9 Jaeyoon: Right. I knew Minyoung-ssi could sing well but I never knew she could do it this well. SF9 Chani: *proud smile* Minyoung pulled a huge surprise attack. 
THE BOYZ Juhaknyeon: I was really surprised when they sang the high notes. Really. 
THE BOYZ Hyunjae: Me too. I thought it was over, but they hit another high pitch. It’s a lot more difficult since there are two of them who did it. *laughs*
iKON Jinhwan: When their performance airs on TV, this will be a legendary performance for them.
Stray Kids Felix: The moment the Kraken came out.. *sound of awe* Stray Kids Changbin: I’ll go see it in person. *stands up* Stray Kids Chan: Yah.
THE BOYZ Sunwoo: They chose the performance they could do well and show who they are the best and executed to perfection. 
BTOB Eunkwang: There were no flaws. Even as another singer, I thought it was really cool. 
Stray Kids I.N: When they got off the pirate ship, everyone danced as a  group. That was very impressive for me.  Stray Kids Han: I loved the Kraken. How did they come up with the idea?  Stray Kids Chan: Wahh. Kraken. Really. That’s all I can think about. Stray Kids Han: No wonder Minyoung wouldn’t give me any hints on what they prepared. Seriously.
iKON Bobby: I was so nervous when Kraken showed up. They defeated it. He shot his gun at the end. iKON Jinhwan: You were so happy iKON Bobby: I was so overwhelmed with the grandeur. It was incredible.
ATEEZ finally done with the performance thanked everyone as they made their way backstage. Minyoung hugging Jongho with tears in her eyes saying “We did it. We really did it.”
“You did well.” Jongho returned the hug, patting the girl’s back lightly. He knows how hard Minyoung had to prepare and how high the pressure she felt for this performance. He was really proud of her and glad that they can finally show off her talents through the show.
“This is why people love Kingdom.” Hongjoong grinned at the camera when it focused on him, Seonghwa adding in “It feels liberating.”
“We all had this feeling. After the performance, we had such a good feeling. I was satisfied with that.” Hongjoong explained when asked what he thought of their performance
As soon as the group is back in their waiting room, everyone commented how it felt liberating after they finished the performance.
“When we finished our performance, I felt so proud of ourselves.” Hongjoong confessed as the other members let out a laugh
“Didn’t you choke up?” Seonghwa asked chuckling
“Do you know who cried after the performance?” Wooyoung grinned teasingly and moving his hands to point towards Minyoung who was still a bit teary-eyed.
“Yah. Let her be. She did extremely well.” Yeosang reached out towards his friend patting his arm
“Who says she didn’t? We all did well but you have to admit, Minyoung had a higher hurdle than any of us.” Wooyoung stated defending himself. “I’m proud of everyone but right now, I’m most proud of Minyoung.”
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(Phonecall with Chani and Minyoung)
Minyoung: Hello? Chani: Youngie-ah! What’re you doing? Minyoung: I’m at the broadcast station for our album promotions. Why? Chani: Is ATEEZ preparing well for round one? Minyoung: Are you trying to spy on us right now? *laughs* We’re still not done since we have to promote our album well too. Then what about SF9, are you preparing well? Chani: *laughs* yah. We haven’t even started anything. Minyoung: Ahh. That means you’re almost half way done right? What song are you going to do? <Fanfare>? <RPM>? <Now or Never>? Chani: *surprised* Why are you asking- Minyoung: Oh! So It’s one of the songs I said *laughs* so which one is it? Chani: Why did I even bother to call you? *sighs, chuckling* Minyoung: *laughs* Alright alright. Let’s just see each other’s stages during the filming.
[As expected, these two friends know each other so well]
(During SF9′s Stage)
“I talked to Chani last week and he said they didn’t get to practice as much but every time he says that, it always ends up something incredible. I don’t really believe him anymore.” Minyoung told her members as she focused on the monitor.
“That’s also what you told Jisung when he asked, no?” Jongho laughed as the girl shrugged
“It must be <Now or Never> given how they’re describing the song” San concluded
As SF9 started their stage, everyone wondered about what concept they’re going to show for this performance. 
“Omo. That was a mirror? Are they going for Snow White?” Minyoung asked outloud making Hongjoong look at her laughing “Why Snow White?” 
 “I don’t know. They’re wearing red outfits and Snow White has the Witch with the mirror. Don't mind me." Minyoung shook her head realizing how far fetched the theory sounded.
“Oh, I got goosebumps!” Jongho confessed as the song’s overall atmosphere was changed into a darker tone than usual, highlighting SF9’s vocal and acting abilities.
"What is Chanhee doing? Did he suck blood or something? Omo. Are they vampires? Is that what's happening?" Minyoung fired continuously, Wooyoung who was getting distracted by her comments reached out to place a hand over her mouth. "Shh. Let me watch in peace."
"I know I shouldn't say this when their concept is far from it but Dawon-sunbaenim looks adorable." Minyoung commented, trying to stifle her giggle, as Dawon's part came with a mirror on his back. "..it's like he is pouting"
San still focused on the performance pointed to the monitors and said "I have no idea what is happening but this performance screams SF9. It shows off their mature characteristics. It’s all sexy."
“Oh he took his heart.” Hongjoong noted as the music cut off for a second transitioning to a group dance sequence.
“Omo. SF9-sunbaenim. This is really sexy.” Minyoung mumbled with Wooyoung glancing at her, as the opportunity to tease her presented itself again, saying “Are you falling in-love right now?” Minyoung became flustered shaking her head, lightly hitting his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“SF9-sunbaenim really showed off their acting skills. Their expressions were really on point.” Minyoung exclaimed clapping when the performance ended.
“I really got goosebumps throughout their stage. Wow.” Jongho agreed still in awe of how the performance went.
“But really..they know what the fans want. The fans love concepts that exude these charms and well, they have every capability and the confidence to pull off this concept. They’re all so cool.” Minyoung explained her thoughts from before as the other members nodded in agreement that SF9 does fit well with the concept.
“So are mature concepts are your style? Sexy?” Wooyoung continued to tease her while Minyoung blushed but kept quiet knowing that answering him would only fuel his teasing. 
While this was happening the members of the Minyoung protection squad, as fans would call Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho, looked at each other with a silent agreement: make sure Minyoung doesn’t get too close with the rest of SF9 if they’re her type. If she’s going to be dating anyone then they have to get through at least the three of them before anything else.
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All of the participants gathered inside the studio while waiting for the production staff to tally the results of Round 1 for both the expert’s evaluation and group evaluation. ATEEZ were seated beside iKON, a wish granted for the group as they all wanted to interact and get closer to their senior.
“Later..What time are you going?” Chanwoo asked Seonghwa who was seating beside him. 
“We’re probably going to go straight right after this finishes.” Seonghwa answered truthfully, Minyoung who also heard the question looked over, piping in “We still have a schedule around 8 today.”
Jinhwan nodded before asking “How many weeks has it been since the start of your comeback promotions?” at this the whole of ATEEZ had their full focus on iKON, a bit giddy for being able to talk with their idols.
Wooyoung immediately answering “The first week has ended so it’s the second week now.” to which Hongjoong adding in “We came back around the same time as sunbaenims.
“Ah but the choreography for Fireworks is really intense, how did you have the time and energy to do two performances together?” Jinhwan praised them, in awe and curious how they could manage to prepare for the round 1 stage while having to promote with such an intense song. ATEEZ laughed understanding what he meant but offering no comment.
“Were you the one who did the high notes?” Bobby asked Jongho beside him the latter nodding “Ah yes. I did it with Minyoung” motioning to the girl who bowed to the rapper. Bobby was smiling looking over the two vocalists when Jinhwan explained “Bobby said he became a fan.” 
“Ah. Thank you.” Minyoung surprised to hear the revelation bowed in thanks.
“Yeah really. Those high notes were just out of this world, more than the Kraken. For real..you’ll be first this time.” Bobby smiled as ATEEZ thanked them for the compliment.
Yunho taking in the opportunity to talk with iKON confessed that during their trainee period, everyone watched iKON’s performances and practiced their stages a lot. “That’s true. When we were trainees, during our monthly evaluations, everyone here did at least one iKON song for the test. We all did <Apology> and <Rhythm Ta> together.”
“That must have been tough.” Junhoe chuckled, thanking ATEEZ for liking their songs.
“How long has it been since your debut?” Bobby asked curiously
“We debuted in 2018.” Wooyoung answered
“Ah it has been a while. But it’s tough, isn’t it?” Bobby recalled his own experiences when they first debuted while ATEEZ just laughs awkwardly as they cannot deny that it does get tough. “When do you rest then?”
“When the promotion ends..” Jongho started trailing off, Hongjoong finishing the sentence for the maknae “When promotion ends, we get our breaks then.”
The continued to talk regarding promotions when Bobby suddenly asked them where their dorms are with Wooyoung readily describing the place making Bobby in particular excited as it is also near his residence. San invited him to visit the company sometime while Bobby agreed that he’ll drop by when he can.
“If there’s some time, it would be great to get a meal together.” DK suggested as all of ATEEZ agreed, excited at the idea.
“I’ll get your number sunbaenim.” Wooyoung shyly said making the rest of iKON chuckle and agree saying they should get each other’s contact number before they leave the studio today.
“I already have Minyoung’s number though?” Chanwoo confessed making his group members look at him in disbelief. “Yah. You didn’t tell us that though?” while ATEEZ looked at Minyoung who suddenly felt shy with all the attention she’s getting from both her members and iKON.
“We met through SF9′s Chani.” Chanwoo added in as the girl nodded.
“Ah but..we haven’t really talked after exchanging numbers.” Minyoung confessed shyly, wanting to hide herself or use Seonghwa as a shield. This information made both groups laugh, iKON acknowledging Chanwoo as a true insider for having celebrity friends outside of their company.
“That’s true. Sorry, let’s grab a meal together with Chani.” Chanwoo chuckled an apology. 
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“Now we’re going to announce the results of Round 1 that you’re so curious about.” the MCs started while all the groups waited with bated breath. The atmosphere in the studio suddenly becoming tense as no one knew what criteria the experts used for their scores or who the experts were. They also didn’t know how the other groups voted. There were a lot of unknown factor in the show made it harder for the groups to anticipate the ranking for the round, particularly so since this is only 50% of their overall score.
Minyoung suddenly feeling nervous, held unto Wooyoung’s and Seonghwa’s hands, trying to get some comfort. She felt as if she’ll faint the longer it takes to announce the results. 
“Today’s first-place team will be given the authority to select the bracket for round two.” MC Changmin announced as all the groups gasp and commented that points aside, it’s a huge advantage to be able to do decide the bracket.
“I’m curious who the experts are.” Seonghwa wondered
As the MCs announced that all of the expert evaluation scores will be announce all at the same time, Minyoung closed her eyes tight mumbling “I cannot take this. Can you just tell me what the results are? I cannot watch. I’m too scared.”
“I’ll look for you.” Wooyoung patted the girls’ hand, giving it a light squeeze.
[What’s the result of the expert evaluation scores?]
As all of the members gasp, Minyoung who had her eyes closed asked scared “What is it?”
“Minyoung-ah, you can look.” Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh as ATEEZ placed first for the expert’s evaluation scores. At this, Minyoung peeked and immediately hugged the male in her joy. “I’m..reading it correctly right? We’re currently in first?” she asked as if in disbelief
“I’m actually relieved and glad that the things we wanted to do were actually conveyed properly.” Yunho confessed during the group interview.
As the results for the group evaluation were announced, Minyoung immediately hid behind Wooyoung scared that the rankings would change drastically.
[What will be the results of the teams’ evaluation?]
“ATEEZ you’re currently in first place. You wouldn’t want to step down. Do you think the others rooted for you?” the MC asked the group everyone nudged Jongho to answer for the team
“The eight of us finished our performance today without any regrets. Well...I’m not sure.” Jongho let out a laugh nervously as there really was no way to know how the other teams voted. Kingdom is still, after all, a competition. Everyone could have voted strategically to secure the points.
The MCs continued on with the show and as soon as the results were all announced, ATEEZ finally felt like they were able to breathe. They kept the number 1 spot even as the group evaluations were added in. Minyoung bit her lip trying not to cry as she felt the pressure lift off a bit. Seonghwa noticing it, rubbed circles on her back smiling at her. Minyoung turned to him and placed her head against his arm as she took deep breathes to calm herself down.
When asked how she felt during their interview “It just..It feels like our efforts were seen not only by the experts but also by the senior groups. We felt disappointed during the Introduction Stages so we steeled ourselves to do better and rise up the ranks but to actually be rewarded with the top spot just made me feel overwhelmed. It’s like hearing everyone say ‘good job today’ after a long day of hard work.”
“The past two weeks were really hard on us. All of the members has many moments when we were exhausted both physically and emotionally. One thing I can say confidently now that the results came out is that it was really hard, but we did our best. I think I can say that now.” Hongjoong concluded nodding
“We did well. ATEEZ is so lovely.” San adding in making the rest of the members smile, even Minyoung who was trying to fan her eyes with Jongho patting her back in comfort.
“Since we won first place, let’s take this energy and work hard to prepare for a great and fun performance.” Hongjoong declared before they did their team cheer “9 makes 1 team. Let’s do it!”
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Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.
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Writing Beary Corner
I seriously wanted to cry when I had to rewrite this because the site ate my drafted one. I don’t think I was able to capture the initial feeling anymore and it definitely got a whole lot shorter after rewriting but I tried to at least..make it a bit decent.  Again, I have already drafted posts up to the Reborn stage but Kingdom “episodes” would be slowly posted to avoid spoilers for the people who haven’t watched it yet. 
Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading this!
-Mimi
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BBC GHOSTS FICLET: thomas thorne, reluctantly bi
hi i made this shitpost and ran with it, enjoy
The ghosts are gearing up for an argument. again. last week, it was the ethical ramifications of keeping Piers Morgan on an otherwise delightful breakfast program, and the week before it was whether or not Julian should be banned from music club (they settled for a temporary period of non-participatory attendance. There’s only so many times he can swing his hips while singing Boyz II Men before you have to preface his performances with an R18+). This week, it looks like one Regency era poet was to be the subject of debate.
There was plenty about Thomas that prompted the irresistible urge to slap him across the face, as Julian had often remarked, but it’s last night’s binge of the Pride & Prejudice BBC miniseries that has everyone in a tizzy. Thomas had somehow found himself loudly appreciating the Colin-Firth-in-a-wet-shirt lake scene along with Kitty and Mary (even Fanny deigned to saucily raise an eyebrow), and he’s starting to get the impression it’s thrown the others off their rhythm.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Feeling admiration for the muscular intensity of the male form, and being able to express it, is a basic part of appreciating Life’s beauty,” thomas proclaims with the overwhelming confidence of a flat earther adressing a panel of scientists.
“I don’t think saying, and this is a direct quote, that you'd ‘cover his torso in honey and lick it all off’ counts as appreciation, mate.” Pat was pretty sure Thomas had something he needed to share with the proverbial class- they’d been through it all already with the Captain, and Pat definitely wasn’t strong enough to do the four decades of lead up he was actually present for with the Captain all over again with Thomas. “Besides, I’m actually bisexual myself, so I know what I’m talking about.” He smiles warmly in the Captain’s direction, a gesture that goes unnoticed by Thomas.
“Well, that’s all well and good, Pat, but I assure you i’m no pathikos! One could say I’m as ‘straight’ as that chanteur from Wham!”
Julian snorts and leans back, forgetting the ghost thing for a second and almost falling right through the wall behind him. 
“I don’t think that means what you want it to mean,” Robin says, scratching his head.
Thomas was about to deliver a scathing retort when the sun, er Alison, strolls into the room (followed, as ever, by Kitty). Anyone could tell that she was on her way to do something else. Anyone, except Thomas, who’s already bounded up to her and begun to speak.
“Alison! Good morning. Did you sleep well? Of course you did, look at you- now would you kindly inform these simpletons that my objective, intellectual admiration of Mr Firth is nothing more? Honestly, one would think they had never even heard of a romantic friendship,” Thomas finishes with a scoff. It’s safe to say the others didn’t take to kindly to being called simpletons (except for Robin, who’s not quite sure what it means), but Alison manages to summon enough awakeness to respond to exactly one part of Thomas’s monologue. 
“Romantic friendships? You know those weren’t really a thing, right? People just said that so they could be gay and affectionate in public without getting jailed or losing their jobs.” Already tuning out, Alison continues on her mission, which turns out to be joining Mike in the kitchen for breakfast.
“She’s right, you know,” Humphrey chimes in from his place on the floor, startling a nearby Mary. 
“Is that why you got the ker-schhk?” Julian asks, miming a beheading.
“No, that was just a misunderstanding. Tax fraud, light treason, you know how it is.”
Julian nods. He does know.
Kitty sighs happily, “Oh, my mother had a romantic friendship! I remember I once saw her friend crawling under her skirt to help fix her petticoat. It must have been ticklish, I remember mother couldn’t stop shrieking. I always wanted a romantic friend of my own.” Her eyes flit briefly towards Mary, who’s unknowingly about to open the floodgates.
First, Robin barks out a laugh. “Case closed.” 
“Are Thomas’s late night meetings with the Captain not to be mentioned?”, Mary asks with a mischevous grin. 
Fanny rolls her eyes. “I think they were more than meetings, Mary.”
Julian adds a subtle “Whoomp, there it is”. Thomas was beginning to feel aggravated that the conversation had turned away from him (if his sexual proclivities were to be up for debate, at least let him be the centre of attention), but come on! He was just trying to do a nice thing for a friend- associate? fellow ghost who you have no choice but to stand?- and by the redness and failed attempts at denial coming out of the Captain, it looks like he regrets it. 
Alison, still in the kitchen, has tuned right back in and is doing her best not to laugh. Right now, her best is not very good.
At the same time as Alison’s eavesdropping and the Captain’s spluttering, Pat can’t help but yell “See?! THAT’S gay!”
Julian raises his hand. “I also ‘met up’ with Thorne more than once.”
“We agreed NOT to speak of that!”
“So did we, but now bloody Mary knows,” the Captain grumbles.
Mary isn’t done yet. “I once saws him firting with a plague spirit! Not the lady one, mind you, the tall one with the curled hair.”
Robin is starting to feel insecure- Thomas never once hit on him.
Thomas would have stood bolt upright, had he not already been standing. “I’ll have you know, Mary, that I would never have relations with a plague victim.”
"Didn’t stop you from tryin’ though, did it!”
Fanny’s arms are folded as ever, but her facial expressions are downright acrobatic. “Honestly, you’re almost as bad as Julian!” Julian looks a little too chuffed at that remark.
Thomas concedes. “Alright, I’ll grant you that. But I’m not a fool, I know the classics, it’s only gay if you’re on the bottom and I was n-”
Thomas is cut off by the ghosts yelling. They’re split on the reasons- Pat, Robin, and Julian are yelling because it hasn’t worked like that for thousands of years before Thomas was even born, while Mary, Fanny, and the Captain find Thomas’s assertion to be a hallmark case of Too Much Information. Humphrey and Kitty are on the fence, but just like to be included.
Alison has totally lost her composure now, prompting so much concern from Mike that he’s abandoned his cornflakes. 
"What’s wrong- is it a ghost thing?”
Alison nods.
"Care to explain?”
Alison takes a deep breath, racing through the details as quickly as possible to avoid falling behind while the ghosts continue to yell and wave their arms in the next room.
"I think Thomas has slept with Julian and the Captain and has been arguing with the rest of the ghosts that he’s completely heterosexual, while they all yell at him. Also Pat’s bisexual, I’m pretty sure Kitty’s mum had a lesbian lover, Humphrey was beheaded for tax fraud, and Robin’s upset that Thomas didn’t try to sleep with him because according to Mary he even tried it on with a plague ghost.”
Mike whistles. “They don’t waste any time, do they? Wait, how does T… Toby-”
"-Thomas.”
"Thomas, how does Thomas think he’s still straight?”
“Apparently, according to the classics, it’s not gay if you’re on top.” Alison lets out an amused groan. It appears Thomas’s total lack of awareness isn’t just limited to her boundaries.
Rejoining the ghosts, Thomas has finally raised his hands in defeat. “Fine! Maybe I am a little unisexual, or whatever it is you said.”
“Bisexual,” Pat and Julian say in unison. 
Thomas shrugs. It’s not like it matters to him anyway. Although that does explain one or two (or ten) encounters at Hampstead Heath back in his day. Doesn’t matter who they belong to, Thomas Thorne is a sucker for beautiful eyes and a few other things he’s far too gentlemanly to mention.
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