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General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

Masterlist

You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction.

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!”

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such

He treats you like a goddess

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months

James is the best husband

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

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matryosika · 3 years

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shoot me, chapter II

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II

word count for this chapter — 5.5 k

warnings — softdom!changbin, kind of bratty reader, mild exhibition (something happens at a dressing room but it's not too much), dry humping - lap riding?, oral (m), praise kink, use of petnames, slight edging, masturbation and cum eating

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the awkward small meeting soon became lunch. arthur convinced you and changbin to join them at a very nice restaurant that was located a few blocks away from the company and, although you refused for the sake of comfort, your father didn't accepted a "no" for an answer.

"he is like a step-son to me" arthur said, looking at changbin as if he had some sort of admiration towards him. "i've seen him become the man he is now and i'm sure no one can run the company like him"

both haeun and jang-yeop seemed flattered, but changbin didn't even smile at the compliment arthur just said. by the lack of response, his mother rushed to say something in order to move on to other topic. it was pretty obvious that changbin was acting kind of rude towards everyone today, but you guessed he was just feeling uncomfortable because of what happened yesterday.

"so, y/n" haeun interrupted "your father had planned a dinner for you yesterday but it seemed like he had to canceled it because you had plans… how was your first day back in korea?"

"oh" you muttered, trying to chew the food that was still in your mouth so you could answer her question "it was… definetly something"

as soon as you answered her question, changbin gave you a side look from his place at the dinner table. "i went out with an old friend from middle school to itaewon"

"itaewon.." jang-yeop added "there are some dangerous places there, y/n. you should be more careful going out at night, korea might be a safe place but you can find anything out there".

"yeah i-" and for a moment, a perversed idea striked your head "i actually had a very unpleaseant situation yesterday at the bar i attended to"

immediatly after you finished your sentence, changbin glanced right at you.

"what happened?" jang-yeop questioned filled with concern.

"there were some awfully rude people there" you replied, limitating the answer. you wanted changbin to have an uncomfortable time there just because he crushed your pride the night before "i'll just leave it at that"

"changbin" her mother intervened "weren't you at itaewon yesterday too?"

the poor man almost choked on his food, coughing softly to avoid attracting any attention or being too loud "i was"

this was the first time you heard his voice that day and you would be absolutely lying if you said it didn't make you feel something. the memories of him praising you last night while he was eating you out just flooded your mind, making you stare directly at him for a really long time.

he was looking at you too, but his gaze transmitted something completely different than lust or desire. he was angry, maybe at himself or at you for teasing him in front of his parents, but he looked scared too, uncomfortable.

"see, this is exactly why i planned that dinner yesterday" arthur stated "i wanted to introduce changbin to y/n so he could guard her during her stay in korea. you know jang-yeop, how men are behaving nowadays…"

"tell me about it, arthur" the old man replied.

"i trust changbin as if he is my own blood" your father continued "if i asked him to take care of my youngest daughter y/n, i'm sure he would"

"maybe he can give her a tour around the principal streets of seoul" his mother suggested with the biggest smile.

"i'd love to" you were quick to say, earning a death-stare from the man in question. "i wanted to go to this mall i saw on my way from the airport but hyejin was in a rush and we couldn't stop by"

with a satisfied look, jang-yeop laid his body down on the chair he was sitting and sighed. "well, changbin, seems like you have plans for today"

"i'm not a taxi-driver" he spitted, earning a despicable look from both of his parents.

"no, changbin" arthur was rushed to intervene "i would really appreciate if you took care of her whenever she goes out alone. you know how men are, just think of her as a younger sister"

for a moment you felt the need to throw up at his fake words, but you were enjoying the scene.

a younger sister, that's funny.

"where's that store again?" changbin asked annoyed.

this can go really good or really bad for you, changbin. it's up to you.

"so you are not going to even apologize?" you asked in the middle of the uncomfortable silence that was now filling changbin's sports car.

"for what, giving you the best orgasm of your life?" he mumbled with a cold tone in his voice. you could see he wasn't really in the mood for talking, but you at least expected an apology for humiliating you yesterday.

"funny how you thought of me as a gold digger when my father is practically your boss and you do exactly as he says" you chuckled.

now let's clarify something. you never really felt proud of being arthur's daughter because he wasn't even a father to you. yes, you shared his blood and last name but at the end of the day that didn't meant anything for you. nevertheless, changbin didn't knew this so you could play that "ceo's bratty daughter" card everytime you wanted, even if that obligated you to actually act like you and arthur held a loving fraternal relationship.

"if i knew you were his daughter, none of that would've happened" he replied without parting his eyes from the street, again, with the coldest voice you had ever hear in your life.

"what part, the humiliation or the orgasm?"

he gave you a threatening look and proceeded to keep is eyes on the road. you were quite unsure how to lead this situation since everything happened really fast: your arrival to korea, your first encounter with ryujin after a long time, the itaewon night and the bar incident... changbin was still a mere stranger but you had quite a feeling that this wasn't going to be the first time you spended time with him since your father made it clear: changbin was like family to him.

shit, i am his real family and never even bothered to reach out for me when i was in japan. he probably only did it this time because of ara.

"is this is?" changbin asked as he parked.

"yeah" you replied, looking at the tall building that was in front of you.

"i'll wait for you here, don't delay, i don't have your time" he snarled without removing his seatbealt.

"you are not coming?"

you had one idea in mind to fuck up his head even more, but it was only going to work if changbin accompanied you to the store.

"and what exactly am i going to do there? rate the stupid clothes you try on?" he scoffed, checking his cellphone without even looking at you.

"do whatever you want" you told him, closing the door with a loud noise and bending over the opened window of the car "but i don't think arthur would be happy about your hostility towards me"

a smile appeared on your face as you walked away, hearing another loud noise indicating that one of the car doors just closed again. good.

"are you done?" changbin asked irritated as he walked besides you on your tour of the mall.

"yeah i just" your attention was caught by a black short dress that was on display at the front of a store that looked -expensive-. you had some of your own money from the previous night because, thanks to ryujin's master plan, you didn't actually had to spend any... but it was probably not going to be enough.

and just when you were about to tell changbin that you were ready to go, you remembered it: hyejin lended you one of her credit cards yesterday to buy yourself a "top-of-the-class present" because she was quite unsure of your likes and dislikes.

"i'll just go to that store and i'm done"

changbin rolled his eyes and followed you through the crowd of people that were in the mall at the moment. the store was crowded with people too, mostly women and their husbands or boyfriends who were waiting for them at the couches provided.

as you entered, you were quick to approach the pile of black dresses that caught your attention in order to try one on. the price, as expected, was elevated for you but it was probably nothing for hyejin. i'll buy this, i'm sorry sis.

it was a simple, skinny black dress with the whole back exposed. you figured out that it would be nice to wear it on a bar night or something and, since you didn't have that many clothes for those kind of situations, it would be good to get yourself some.

showtime!

"so" you said, walking out of the dressing room and immediatly catching the attention of changbin who was right outside of it, sitting while talking on the phone with someone.

"i'll call you back" he mumbles, turning his cellphone off.

"how do you like it?"

"does it matter?"

"it's too expensive and i won't buy it if i don't look good in it" you laughed ironically.

"i don't think arthur would be happy with you walking around seoul wearing just that" he scoffed, implying that the dress was too sluty.

"i wasn't asking for arthur's opinion" you spitted "i was asking for yours"

he shrugged his shoulders without even giving a proper answer, returning to the only activity he had been doing since the two of you arrived to the mall: using his cellphone.

"i actually need your help to get this off" you mentioned

he swallowed nervously without even looking at you, licking his lips "ask for help to the ladies that work here"

"they are busy"

you had no idea what they were doing but you needed to get changbin into the dressing room with you. he already feels guilty and i don't have anything to lose, it's not going to harm us if we add more stuff to the the record.

"just help me so we can get this over with and leave" you snarled, waiting for him to get up of the couch and walk with you to the dressing room.

the store was full of people minding their own business and, contrary to popular belief, they sold clothes both for women and men. the dressing rooms were pretty much mixed so it was not going to look weird if they saw changbin entering to one of them. besides, they had long curtains that fell right into the floor, it was impossible to look who was inside of them.

without saying a word, changbin was ready to untie the straps of the dress while looking directly at you through the mirror.

"now this brings back some memories" you said, chuckling.

changbin strucked you down with his gaze and approached the curtains with a swift movement, trying to get out of the small space the dressing room was without even helping you to get out of the dress first.

"look at me and tell me you don't find me attractive" you commanded, looking at his reflection in the mirror before he could even get himself out of there. changbin looked at you, letting out a sigh as he bit his lower lip in frustration.

"i'm sorry for what i said yesterday" he whispered angry, almost in resignation. "if that's what you want to hear so you can drop this fucking bratty attitude then i'm fucking sorry"

to be fair, that was actually what you wanted to hear since you encountered him that morning. but now that you had him there, the urge of wanting to make him feel even more guilty and ashamed just took complete power over you.

you couldn't really explained why you wanted to do all kinds of things to make him feel bad. it was probably your hatred for men, the fraternal relationship he had with your father or the fact that you found him extremely attractive, but you wanted to make him feel miserable.

"so, do you?" you inquired, stepping closer and pushing him away from the curtains.

"stop playing" he insisted, his gaze changing drastically from one moment to another. what looked like anger three seconds ago was now transformed into desire.

"it's okay" you cooed, resting your hands on both sides of his face, tilting yours to the side as your eyes fixed on his lips. "no one will find out about this, if that's what you are worried about"

he parted his lips as his tongue danced inside his mouth, grimacing in frustration "you mean about what happened" changbin dictated.

"about what happened?" you muttered, letting out a small whimper as his bulge grew against your thighs. "or about what will continue on happening?"

one of his hands approached the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly while lifting your face. "you know your father would fucking kill me if he finds out"

a victorious smile appeared on your lips. he just gave in.

"isn't that more fun?"

before you could finish the sentence, changbin's lips attacked yours. the kiss was sloppy and needy, as if he had been wanting to do this exact thing all the evening. his hands traveled to your lower back as he pressed you against him even harder.

his sweet taste and the friction between his bulge and your thigh almost made you give in as well, but you couldn't.

you had to prove yourself that you were still in control of the situation.

just a bit more.

his lips left your mouth to pepper kisses all over your jawline and neck. the way his breathing sounded was heavenly, making you start to feel the heat forming at your core. he looked at your face every now and then, as if he enjoyed the gestures you made by trying to hold back your moans.

okay, that's enough.

"a public restroom and now a dressing room" you shighed, as your hands pushed him away of you "i knew you were desperate but i didn't know how much"

his face contorted in anger, clenching his jaw as he saw you picking up your clothes from the floor.

"don't think too highly of yourself, changbin" you mumbled, looking at him before opening the curtain "you are a man, and men are just so easy"

you walked through the whole store with the dress on and your regular clothes under your arm.

"my boyfriend is paying for this, he is right behind me." and with that being said, you left the store.

as you were hiding yourself in the public bathrooms of the mall, you called ryujin.

"i'm at the coex" you said "can you please pick me up, i kind of need to talk with you"

"you want to grab some a snack?" she asked, and you could almost listen how she immediatly got up from her bed to get dressed.

"yeah, but not here" you replied. before hangin up, ryujin gave you a "gotcha" and you continued on changing you back to your previous clothes. you had no bag to carry the dress, so you exited the mall grabbing it like you just stole it.

you patiently waited for ryujin to pick you up, and it was actually earlier than you anticipated.

"there's a lovely coffee shop a few blocks from here"

"and that's pretty much what happened" you concluded, just as you finished telling ryujin the whole bar incident and the dressing-room idea you had that evening. she looked at you surprised, as if she just had witnessed a crime.

"so you had your first orgasm ever with a stranger on a public restroom?" she asked, almost on the brink of laughing hysterically.

"i just told you that i engaged in sexual activities with the most despicable men on earth who happens to be my father's right hand and that's everything you could pick up?" you replied, sipping from your iced coffee.

"pretty much, yeah" she joked "i don't remember him"

"yeah, why would you?" you teased her "you were pratically flirting with every man on the table and almost eating the soul out of one of them"

"chan" ryujin said softly.

"oh, so you got his name?"

"not only his name but his number" she mumbled as she held her cellphone almost in a victorious manner.

"so you have been talking to him?"

"kind of" the blonde-haired replied "apparently they are going to have a gathering at his house and he invited me" she then made a long pause "wait, you should come!"

changbin was definitely going to be there. another interaction you could decline but still chose not to.

"yeah i should come"

as soon as you got home, you fell completely asleep. it was only 6:00 p.m., but last night you barely had a good night of sleep because ryujin kept moving around and the thought of what happened in the bar wouldn't leave you alone.

as you woke up from your nap, your phone had a couple of unread messages from both hyejin and arthur.

[6:13 p.m., hyejin]

i'm going to grab something to eat with hyuna. arthur said he was probably going to go out to eat with ara and her family so if you want to have dinner just order something with my credit card.

[7:21 p.m., arthur]

i'm going to have dinner at ara's tonight.

with her family.

changbin said he had a great time with you today and since you were going to be at home, he insisted to make you company at dinner time.

i'm glad you two are getting alone

either he was completely stupid or he definetly trusted changbin with his life because no man would ever let her daughter spend time alone with a man.

but that was not even the worse part: you knew where this whole thing was going to.

a great time? you made him pay 620,000 korean wons and humiliated him on a public dressing room. i mean, you did have a great time but you weren't quite sure he did.

before you could start overthinking the whole situation, you heard how the doorbell went off. fuck, well, if i don't open the door he won't be able to come in.

the doorbell went off again, and you just chose to ignore it.

[9:33 p.m. unknown number]

i know you are there

your father told me you were going to be at home

[9:35 p.m. unknown number]

you do know that i have the keys of the house since i spend a lot of time here working with your father here, right?

now you were starting to feel nervous. not only because you were, obviously, going to have to pay for the dress you practically stole, but because you were quite unsure if you could still have the self-control you had earlier today in case he approached you in that way.

but he probably hated you now just as much as you did.

maybe he just wants his money back.

while you were threading your thoughts, you heard how the front door of the house opened. quickly you got out of bed and ran downstairs with hyejin's card on your hand to encounter him before he could even get further into the house.

"just take the 600,000 wons" you said, extending your arm to lend him the credit card number and code.

he scoffed at you, ignoring it.

"i don't give a fuck about the money" he mumbled, approaching you as your back slammed against a cold wall.

oh, just casual rich behavior.

"now i'm the one who wants an apology for the show you did at coex" now this was what you were fearing. his lips dangerously close to you, his scent mixed with mint and cigarettes flooding all your senses.

changbin was fine. his body, even though you hadn't seen it in all his glory, was extremely well built and he knew it; the clothes he wore only accentuating more his manly figure... and here comes the part of the self-control.

"you said my father was going to kill you" you stuttered, trying to look away from his face that was merely centimeters away from yours.

"and isn't that more fun, princess?" princess, that fucking petname again. changbin was using the exact same words that left your mouth hours ago to tease you. "if you don't want this, then tell me. but do it now, because if we move forward i don't think i'll be able to stop"

you swallowed thickly. you knew exactly what he was talking about and the proposal he was making, but wasn't that a bit too rushed? besides, the hatred you felt towards him grew bigger by the minute. wasn't that a bad idea?

but then again, wasn't it a very good idea? you could prove changbin that you didn't thought too highly of yourself for nothing and you would be able to mess with your father's pride... it was just a very good offer you couldn't decline.

"i don't have all night, y/n" he grunted, still looking at you with starving eyes.

"it's you who has to think this through" you whispered, trying to keep the eye-contact with him. "i don't have anything to lose, but you on the other hand..."

"if this is done right, no one will lose anything" changbin replied, brushing his lips softly against your chin "and in exchange, i'll have you begging for me the rest of the days you spend here in korea"

that single statement made you blush, but you wouldn't let changbin acknowledge the power he held over you.

"i don't beg"

changbin gripped your hair and pushed your body down, making you fall into your knees.

"use your words, princess" he said while maintaining eye contact with you "for the last time, tell me that you truly want this and then we can move on to something more interesting"

you were unable to hold your tongue from licking your lips at the sight of his bulge. "i do" you said softly, almost inaudible, but it was good enough for changbin to take you.

his grip on your hair stopped and you were able to stand up, following him into the living room of arthur's house as he rested his whole weight in one of the couches. "come here" he ordered.

he sat down while spreading his legs and it was only then that you noticed how cozy his lap looked. unsure of what to do next, you climbed on top of him, your barely-clothed core making contact with his cock under his pants; just that fraction of contact was all it took to get a whiny moan out of you.

"what exactly where you trying to achieve at the dressing room anyways?" he inquired with a mocking tone.

"i just wanted to get back at you" you admitted, trying so hard to ignore the pressure between your thighs.

"and did you enjoyed it?"

"i did"

changbin licked his lips as he let out a soft laugh, trying to find a decent reasoning behind your behavior.

"well i'm glad you enjoyed it because it didn't work at all" he stated. "no matter how hard you tried to control yourself earlier today, you still ended up craving my touch"

his hands toured your naked thighs and stopped at the elastic of your pijama shorts.

"it doesn't matter" you hissed with strangled breath as his fingers dance around your shorts and skin "i still got what i wanted"

"and what was that?" his hands were now at your hips, holding you so thightly that could anticipate a few bruises there.

"to see you drowning in embarrassement" you admit, looking directly into him. "it was a pretty fun sight"

"i bet" he grunted, lifting ever so slightly his hips and making the pressure between your thighs increase immediatly.

a sudden moan escaped your lips, provoking changbin to smile. "do you want to count again?" he teased, talking about the bar incident.

your hands grabbed his shoulders for support as his hands started guiding your hips over his lap.

unlike you, changbin was all dressed up in his black pants and white shirt he had on earlier today. as soon as you arrived home you changed into more comfortable clothes, your pink pijamas whose fabric was extremely thin, and just now you started to regret your decision of not putting more clothes on before having this encounter with him.

"i need you to touch me" you admit after a few painfully seconds grinding against his bulge. it felt good, but you knew that it would feel even better if he decided to actually participate in your orgasm. besides, the scene of you pathetically grind against him in an attempt to chase your high was degrading.

he was right, both outcomes were pathetic. as you pondered, your head fell upwards and your core started to painfully clenched around thin air.

"then beg" he smiles, his hands still resting on the sides of your body. this bitch. "you don't want to because you are too proud, but how exactly are you going to feel after coming undone only by grinding on my lap without my help?"

"if that's what you want" he grunted at the absence of pleads, lifting his hips again "this is the only way you get to cum tonight"

your hips rushed the movements as you felt your pussy getting hotter, your juices making a mess on changbin's pants.

"who finds who attractive, hm?" he asked as the sight of your dripping core. "it's taking all of my self-control to not fuck you right here, right now"

"why don't you do it?" you ask in between broken moans, your hips moving at a steady pace.

"because you don't deserve it"

changbin was fucking you up and he was doing it just right. every word that came out of his mouth only made you angrier and wetter, drilling a hole on your mind by even considering beg for his touch.

"you don't deserve to fuck me either" you sighed, trying to hold back all the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth as your clit repeatedly stroke against him.

"i don't?" he asked, mocking pain "are you sure, princess?"

the frustration of not being able to reach your high was starting to make you feel pathetic because all you wanted was to experience the exact same feeling you got at the bar.

"changbin" you whined, grabbing yourself onto his white shirt. "if you aren't going to touch me then please just do something else"

his hands moved all the way to the straps of your pijamas and he gently pushed your top down, exposing your bare breasts.

"do you never wear underwear, princess?" he growled, attaching his lips at the skin that was faintly bruised because of last night.

"fuck, changbin" you moaned, the friction between your bodies increasing as he was closer to you.

"i know you can do it without my help princess" he said, grabbing one of your hardened buds in between his lips.

the knot was starting to form on your lower abdomen at a much slower pace than before, making you let out desperate whines. "look at how messy you are being"

his mouth licked one of your nipples as his fingers played with the other, wanting to edge you until you had no choice but to beg for his touch. "fuck, changbin. i'm close"

as soon as you told him this, you felt how his body reincorporated into his seat, making the contact between your core and his lap almost inexistent. "i changed my mind, i don't want you to cum like this"

with teary eyes you looked at him. was he really going to edge you this bad? was it because you didn't beg? fuck, all you wanted was to cum and he wouldn't even let you do that peacefully.

"don't you think it's my turn?" he smirked while unbottoning his pants. oh, right, his turn.

you clearly had not much experience in that department but you wouldn't let him find that out. back in japan you were not really an enthusiast of oral sex, but you would often hear stories from your classmates talking about experiences and tips.

before you could keep recalling all the stories you heard, changbin's hands stroke your hair making you look directly at him.

he was... making you quite confused about whether if you were going to be able to take it or not. "come on princess" he encouraged as the tip of his cocked brushed your lips slightly.

getting rid of any hesitation you were quick to drag your tongue all over his lenght, earning a sigh out of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't turned you on, because it did (more than you ever wanted to admit). slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth making you gag over it. "good fucking girl" he whispered as he starred into your teary eyes.

changbin had one arm over his head while the other guided you to take his cock. his eyes never left yours, only ocasionally as his head fell upwards when the pleasure was too overwhelming for him. his chest was moving everytime at a faster pace, and the sounds that left his mouth were getting more frecuent. "fuck, y/n"

you were learning how to take him inside your mouth to the point that it felt too good having him there. "y/n"

"mhm?" you mumbled around his cock, making waves of pleasure travel all over changbin's body.

"touch yourself for me as you take my cock" he ordered.

you had tried several times to reach your orgasm just by masturbating and it did felt good, but for the longest time you thought that if that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like, it wasn't so much of a big deal. that was until yesterday, when you truly felt a real one. but you assumed that by the previous stimulation, it was going to be way easier to come undone this time, even if it wasn't as powerful as the one changbin made you feel.

you started to rub your clit in circles as changbin fucked your mouth slowly without parting your gaze from his eyes. his eyes that intimidated the shit out of you and that were the main reason of why you wanted to submit immediatly for him.

"that's my good girl" changbin's grip on your hair was getting tighter and his breathing was getting heavier than before. "does it feel good baby?" he asked, watching how your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head by the pleasure provided by your own touch and his cock inside your mouth.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath "i'm close"

with eager eyes you started to take him in even more, determined to making him finish just as you chased your own high. your fingers moved around your clit at a soft but hard pace, making that now familiar knot appear at your abdomen. "y/n"

you knew you were a couple of seconds away from your own high as changbin's hands pushed your head all the way over his cock, releasing himself into your mouth. "good fucking girl" he praised with raspy voice and quick breath.

and with the feeling of his hot cum down your throat and your drool all over him, your juices dripped onto your fingers. moaning against his cock, changbin's body trembled at the overstimulation and he quickly pulled himself out of you.

"open your mouth" he ordered while you were still coming down from your high. you did as he commanded, with the remains of his release still in your tongue. "swallow"

and so you did, tasting him.

"my pretty doll" he grunted "did you make yourself cum while your mouth was taking my cock?"

you nodded with tears streaming down your cheeks, messy hair , drool dripping onto your bare chest and your pijama shorts soaked in your own juices. that sight alone was everything for him, increasing his desires of completely ruin you in his bed... or yours... or any place.

a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting himself on you.

"i fucking hate you" you whined against him, feeling how your nipples grazed with his chest. "god i fucking hate you"

and even though you did, you knew that this was only getting started both of you.

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Henry has a crush on you, but you’re dating someone else, and he broods about it. he confronts you about it and ruins his career.

Warnings: swearing, threats, henry is a mega asshole in this and ruins his career, dont know where this idea came from lol

A/N: Bratty!Henry makes a comeback as requested! Hope you enjoy!

Don't blame me for falling

I was just a little boy

Don't blame the drunk calling

Wasn't ready for it all

Henry had been a fan of yours for a while. You had appeared in a few movies and TV shows, and he watched them almost religiously. You hadn’t been acting as long as him, but he firmly believed that you were way better at it than him, He had auditioned for a few of the same projects as you, but he never got the role, for one reason or another. He very vividly remembers watching the Mockingbird movie that you were in, and the feelings of jealousy he got as he watched you kiss your co star, Sebastian Stan. He almost wanted to hate Sebastian, but he had done nothing to him, so he couldn’t. Other than kiss the girl that Henry wanted for himself.

Then, one day, Anya and Freya busted into his trailer with huge smiles on their faces.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, petting Kal, and smirking at his friends. They locked eyes with each other and giggled before Freya told him what was going on.

“Y/N got a part on the show!” She squealed, and Henry felt warmth blossom in his chest in hope.

“Shut up. You’re joking!” He said, standing up, a huge smile spreading on his face. “When does she start?”

“Tomorrow!” Anya squealed, and Henry’s smile grew even bigger. He couldn’t wait.

You can't blame me, darling

Not even a little bit

I was away

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

Henry was practically shaking with excitement when he woke up the next morning. He wanted nothing more than to rush to set to meet you, but he needed to go for a run, eat, and get himself and Kal ready before he could do that.

40 minutes later, he was ready and was practically speeding to set with Kal in the passenger seat of his car. Kal had his head out the window, his mouth open, biting at the wind. Henry glanced over at him and chuckled. His stomach was feeling the same way.

He arrived moments later, and looked around the parking lot for your vehicle. He didn’t know what type of car your drive, but he noticed a black Dodge Ram 1500 that he hadn’t seen before today, so he had to assume that was yours. His eyes were darting everywhere, looking for you, while walking to his trailer. He dropped Kal off in his trailer, and filled up his food and water bowl before he left for the makeup trailer.

He walked out of his trailer, and that’s when he saw you. You were standing outside your trailer, which was opposite of his. Your hair and makeup was done, and you were talking on the phone. Suddenly, he was feeling very nervous, as you hung up the phone and your eyes landed on him. You waved at him, and the butterflies in his stomach grew as he walked over to meet you.

“Hi!” You said.

“Hi! I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long,” HEnry said as he gazed into your E/C eyes. You blushed and he opened his arms for a hug, which you willingly gave.

“Me too!” You said, and the two of you continued talking until your phone rang again. Henry glanced down briefly and his heart dropped into his stomach at what he saw. It was a picture of you and Sebastian kissing, and there was a heart next to Seb’s name.

“Sorry, that’s my boyfriend, but I’ll talk to you on set, okay?” You said, and Henry nodded with a smile, an attempt to cover what he was truly feeling.

“Of course.” You nodded, and walked away with the phone held up to your ear.

“Hey, baby...” You said into the phone, not noticing how Henry turned his back, and walked towards his trailer.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

Henry managed to hide the hurt he was feeling for a few days, but Anya and Freya first noticed something was wrong when Henry walked away from the three of you while you were telling them how Sebastian was trying to impress you once, and ended up falling down his trailer steps. Henry had made it to his trailer before breaking down. Kal bounded over to him, and pressed his body against his legs. Henry sunk to the floor, and let Kal rest his head on his shoulder. He let out a whine at Henry’s crying, and henry calmed down. He didn’t want to upset the one thing that makes him insanely happy. It was you, but you were taken. he couldn’t think about you liked that anymore, no matter how much he wanted to.

Anya came into his trailer a few minutes later, and sat next to him, her hand resting on his arm.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, and Henry lifted his head to look at Anya. “I like her. So much. But, she’s out there dating that asshole.”

Anya let out a laugh, and Henry looked at her in confusion. “What?”

“Sebastian isn’t an asshole. Just because he got her before you did, you’re going to make him look like the bad guy in this situation? First of all, there is no bad guy in the situation. She’s happy with him. He’s happy with her. If you’d sit and listen to the way she talks about him, you’d understand that. He has done things for her that I’ve never heard of anyone doing for their significant others, especially those who dont care about said significant others. When they were filming together, she really missed her best friend, so he flew her out for her birthday, and paid for them to spend the weekend at Disney World together. He’s a really nice guy, but you’re going to sit here and brood simply because he met her first. Dont blame him, and dont you dare blame her.” Anya said, before giving Kal a pet, and walking out of the trailer.

Henry glared at the wall opposite him for a few minutes, before pulling his phone out and going to instagram. He looked at his notifications, and scoffed in annoyance when he saw that Sebastian followed him. Without thinking, he clicked on the three dots, and blocked him.

You might be taken, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to be okay with it. He stood up, wiped his eyes, and headed back to set. He made a point to keep his eyes glued to his phone so he didn’t have to talk to you.

He shouldn’t be blaming you for this, but the jealous side of him told him to, since he couldn’t blame Sebastian.

I just hope you see me in a little better light

Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?

'Cause I miss the shape of your lips

You'll win, it's just a trick

And this is it, so I'm sorry

You noticed Henry’s demeanour towards you go down over the course of your first week, and you were scouring your brain to figure out why while on FaceTime with Sebastian.

“I don’t know what I did to him. He barely speaks to me, he refuses to be alone with me, and if I even mention something about Marvel or our movie, he scoffs, and makes snide little remarks. He seemed like such a nice a person, and i dont know what happened.” You explained to Sebastian, while playing with your fingers.

“I don’t know, either love. I did notice that he blocked me though. I tried to follow him earlier in the week, and now I can’t even find his account, so I think he blocked me. I don’t think it has anything to do with you,” He said, giving you a sincere smile, that was full of love. You smiled at the sight of his steel blue eyes.

“Why would he hate you though? You’ve never met, and I thought he was a Marvel fan. Anya told me he was, and that he went to see Mockingbird in theatres. It doesn’t make sense.” You said. You watched as something washed over Sebastians face, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“He might like you. I never even thought about that. He’s friends with Chris, I’ll find out for sure,” Seb said, picking up his phone and typing out a message to Chris.

“You think he like me?” You questioned, and Sebastian nodded. “Yeah, i think he does. I mean, he follows you on all your socials, comments on all your posts, he went and saw a Marvel movie by himself, and I’ve heard from a few people he’s been wanting to work with you for a while, but scheduling always got in the way. To me, its the only logical explanation right now.” He said, and you saw his face fall a little.

You smiled. “Baby, look at me,” His head lifted. “You know, even if this is true, I would never leave you, right?” He nodded.

“I know. It’s just- he’s played Superman. An actual superhero. I play a troubled 100 year old with a metal arm that he got through a debt owed to Steve by T’Challa. He’s played so many more influential roles in his career, and I haven’t even gotten the lead in a ‘superhero’ movie, I’m only a side character. And, I know you had a crush on him at one point. Plus, look at the dude! He looks like a Greek God. I don’t want to lose you.” Sebastian admitted.

You giggled slightly. “Baby, I don’t care about that. I care about you. Did you know that before I started on the Mockingbird set, I was terrified to work with you? I had the biggest crush on you, and I was terrified you wouldn’t like me back, but I was proven wrong instantly, when you came up to me and gave me the biggest hug, and told me if I needed anything, you were there for me. You waited for me on set so you could walk me to my car, even on days where you got to go before I did. You visited me when I was sick, and asked to hang out on our days off. You did that. He didn’t. I love you, not him, dragă.” You said, and he smiled. He locked eyes with you through the screen, and you saw tears welling up in his eyes.

“Te iubesc atat de mult,” He said in Romanian.

“Si eu te iubesc foarte mult.” You responded. “I’ll see you when your plane lands tomorrow, okay? It’s getting pretty late there, and your flights in a few hours.”

You and Seb said good night, and hung up. As you laid in bed a few minutes later, you thought to yourself. “Did Henry really like you, or was that just Seb’s jealousy?” You decided to confront Henry in the morning.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

You arrived at the door of Henry’s trailer less that 12 hours later, and you didn’t bother knocking. The thought of bringing Seb on set when Henry had a problem with him didn’t sit right with you, and you needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.

You walked in, and saw Henry putting food and water in Kal’s bowls. He looked up at you before returning to what he was doing.

“What’s your problem with Sebastian?” You demanded, and to your anger, you got a scoff in return.

“Who says I have a problem with him?” He said, refusing to even look at you. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket but you ignored it for the moment.

“Seb! You blocked him on Instagram when he followed you. You roll your eyes whenever I talk about him, and get all pissed when he calls me. He’s done NOTHING to you! So what is your problem with him?” You demanded, and he finally turned around to look a you.

“He calls and texts you constantly! He always has to be talking to you. You’re here to do a job, not sit around and text your little boyfriend.” He said, and you laughed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I do my job perfectly well, and if you’d open your fucking eyes for two seconds, you’d see that I text him first! I tell him when I’m doing a scene, and when I’m not so he knows he can call me! Being in a long distance relationship is hard, and I’m trying to make it easier on him and I. And you say I’m here to do a job. Right now, I cant think of a SINGLE reason why I even took this job in the first place! Oh wait, I TOOK IT BECAUSE I WANTED TO WORK WITH YOU! Did you know I had an offer from Tom Cruise for The Mummy sequel and I turned it down because I wanted to work with you? I could be in Egypt right now, in shorts and a t shirt with Tom Cruise and Annabelle Wallis, my favourite actress, rather than in dreary fucking England, doing a show with you where you treat me worse than the horse shit that Zeus leaves in his path!” You screamed at him. His face became red, and he retaliated.

“FINE, YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I HATE HIM? BECAUSE HE HAD YOU FIRST! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO WORK WITH YOU FOR YEARS, BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON YOU, SINCE YOU APPEARED IN MURDOCH MYSTERIES! I WAS SO EXCITED TO BE ABLE TO WORK WITH YOU, AND I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU OUT, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND SLEEP WITH THE FIRST A LIST ACTOR YOU COULD GET YOUR HANDS ON WHO PROBABLY DOESN’T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU! YOU DON’T WANNA BE HERE? LEAVE! I’M SURE TOM WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU! HE PROBABLY WROTE THAT PART SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU, BECAUSE WHY WOUDN’T HE? YOU SEEM TO GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST TAKE IT, AND GET OUT OF ENGLAND BEFORE YOU BREAK MY HEART EVEN MORE!” He screamed.

You blinked back tears, and swallowed the lump in your throat before answering. “You don’t get to hate him because he got me before you did. That’s cruel and wrong. And I didn’t sleep with the ‘first A List celebrity i could get my hands on’. I slept with him because I love him, and he loves me. And you’re right,” You felt the tears spill over, and you did nothing to stop them. “I’m sure Tom will be happy to have me, because I quit. I cannot work with you. You are not the person I thought you were at all.” Your turned to walk out the door.

“And to think that I used to have a crush on you too,” You remarked before letting the trailer door slam.

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

You ran down the stairs and was immediately embraced by Sebastian, who had just arrived on set when he heard your and Henry’s screaming match.

“It’s okay,” He whispered into your ear, as you started sobbing. At that precise moment, Henry walked out of his trailer and opened his mouth to speak. Sebastian held up his hand before he could.

“I think you’ve done enough damage, Cavill. I’m not going to allow you to hurt her anymore. I can’t believe, that you, out of all people, would treat her like this simply because she’s dating someone else. You may play Superman, but you definitely don’t deserve it.” He remarked, and led out away. But, Henry being Henry, decided to snark back.

“You’re one to talk. You play a 106 year old Hydra assassin who somehow managed to convince everyone around him that his a good guy. You’re no worse than I am buddy.”

“Go to your trailer, I’ll see you in a second.” You nodded and headed in. While he dealt with Henry, you called Tom to let him know you could take the role after all.

“I don’t know why you think that you can treat my girlfriend like that, but it’s not okay. You should have seen the amount of research she did for this role! She read every single book, and played every single game in preparation for this role. She was so excited, and turned down the chance to work with her favourite actress to work with you. Not many people would do that. I also dont know what I did to warrant you absolutely hating my guts, other than dating her. I’ve done nothing to you, and even if I did, that doesn’t mean you can treat my girlfriend like shit for it. I’d watch your fucking back, because unlike you, she’s a Marvel actor. The majority of her friends are Marvel too, so don’t be surprised if you get a few nasty messages from certain Avengers, because I will not withhold this information.”

Sebastian walked in to your trailer and found you on the phone to Lauren, apologizing. You hung up a few seconds later and turned to Sebastian.

“She mad at you?” Sebastian asked, and you shook your head.

“No. She understands. She says that she’s sorry that he acted that way, and that she’ll be talking to him. I called Tom and I have the role. I fly to Egypt in two months.” You said, packing up your things. Seb nodded, and moved from where he was to help you.

You took off your costume, and took your hair out. Sebastian took your duffel bag with all your things, and the two of you headed out. Thankfully, you didn’t see Anya of Freya, you weren’t in the right space mentally to explain what happened. All you wanted to do right now was get as far away from Henry as possible.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

Henry sat in his car after getting yelled at by Lauren, Anya, Freya, Joey, and the director, staring at the tree just outside his windshield. He let his emotions get the best of him, and now filming was suspended until they could find a replacement for you. No one was mad at you, no one blamed you. Not even him. He’s the one that fucked up, he’s the one paying the price.

He dug his phone out of his bag, and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he had a whole bunch of unread messages. He filtered through all the threats that your Marvel friends had sent them.

Chris: you are unbelievable. i cannot believe you treated her like that. my first impression of you being a complete and utter dickhead was true. i can’t believe i was ever friends with you.

Anthony Mackie: for Superman, you’ve done some serious damage. and that’s saying something. i’d be amazed if this didn’t ruin your career completely. you dont get to sit there all high and mighty simply because you’re ‘heart broken.’ none of us are going to keep this quiet.

Scarlett Johansson: count your days cavill. never thought you’d be the type to make a girl cry.

Elizabeth Olsen: congrats on ruining your career. if you even come near Y/N again, we’ll do much worse than ruin your career. believe me.

He threw his head back against the seat. They wouldn’t take it to social media, would they? He thought as he clicked on his instagram app.

The first thing he saw was a post from Robert Downey Jr explaining what had happened.

He’d fucked up bad, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

To be so lonely, to be so

To be so lonely

To be so lonely, to be so

To be so lonely

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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The Long Way Around ~ Chapter 8

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623476978292555776/the-long-way-around-chapter-7

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

Word count: 2191

Warnings: None

Jasper’s POV

It doesn’t take long for us to get to the waterfall. I had been careful, keeping us deep in the woods so the chances of running into a human were slim. Really, I probably shouldn’t have taken the risk, but Y/n seemed so happy at the prospect of leaving the house. And, I really love this spot, so I was eager to show her.

It’s dark when we arrive, the moon high in the sky and stars twinkling all around. Y/n, of course, loves it. She gasps, immediately running to the edge of the pool to let the waterfall splash droplets into her face.

“Jasper, it’s beautiful.”

I close my eyes, enjoying the way she says my name. So soft, so sweet, and without any judgement or fear. I find myself wishing she would say my name more often.

She tugs on my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Let’s go to the top.”

We have to let go of each other’s hands to climb the steep rocks, and I’m surprised to discover I don’t like the loss of contact. What’s that about? Y/n sees my frown and I feel her insecurity. I mentally kick myself. Stop being so obvious with your feelings. Get it together.

We reach the top and I force a grin, trying to even out my behavior and squash my nerves. “What do you think?”

She chuckles, still on her guard. “I think we’re very high up. If I was human, I’d be terrified.”

As it is, I can still feel some fear. Using my ability, I push it away. Suspecting I’ve intervened, she smiles. “Thank you.”

She plops down on the top of the wet rock and, once again, I mentally curse myself. I should have brought a blanket or something. She doesn’t seem to mind but still, I feel guilty. One would think I haven’t an ounce of chivalry.

“So how does the mood control thing work anyway? Like can you only calm people down or is it a little bit of everything?”

I sit next to her, surprised we’ve never talked about this before. “A little bit of everything, though I try to stay away from some of the more manipulative emotions. It’s not right to mess with people like that.”

I feel her interest. “Manipulative like what?”

I take a breath, hesitant to make her aware of the more dangerous aspect of my ability. But she asked, and it would be selfish to deny her. “Fear, mostly. Lust, love…” I trail off, feeling the nearly imperceptible shift in her emotions. She’s intrigued.

“Can you make me feel something right now?”

At my immediate shake of the head, she rolls her eyes. “Nothing extreme, just something everyday. Like you’ve done before. I want to see if I can tell your influence from what’s natural.”

Seems harmless enough. With a sigh of reluctance, I nod. She grins in anticipation.

It doesn’t take much effort to make her feel calm and lethargic; I’d done that many times before. Still, it’s a bit unnerving to see her posture slump as the force of my ability hits her. So, I switch to something more positive and make her feel giddy. She breaks out into delighted laughter, only some of which is my doing, and claps her hands.

“That’s so cool!”

I smile, a spark of pride running through me.

She shakes her head, her disbelief coming through. “Gosh, how do you do it all day? Feel everything. I would go crazy.”

My smile turns a bit rueful as I look off into the distance, contemplating. “It is a lot, sometimes. Most days I can tune it out, though I can never ignore it completely. It’s just like a constant presence in addition to what I feel for myself.”

Y/n follows my gaze, going quiet. At first I worry that I’ve upset her somehow, but a quick check into her emotions tells me that’s not it. She’s hesitant, nervous. I can feel her psyching herself up and, perhaps unethically, I push courage her way. I really want to know what she’s thinking.

She doesn’t look at me when she finally speaks. “How do you differentiate, then? Like, how do you know something you’re feeling is yours and not the influence of someone else?”

I pause, wanting to take the time to explain correctly. What she’s asking is valid, and something I considered often during my early days. “Everyone’s emotional climate is uniquely theirs. It’s more difficult to discern what’s mine and what’s not when I’m with a crowd of strangers, because I don’t know them well and can’t…” I struggle for the right word, “learn them, so to speak. But with people I’m around often, it’s as easy as breathing. If you’re upstairs and I’m in the basement and there’s a houseful of other people with their own emotions between us, and there’s a change in all of your emotions at the same time, I would know which was yours and which was Emmett’s and Esme’s and so on. Each of you has a distinct feel to you that I’ve become accustomed to. I don’t even have to think about it anymore.”

She nods, and I feel her fascination as well as her…tenderness?

Instinctively, I know that now is the right time. With great effort not to project my own nervousness onto her, I reach over and grab my backpack.

“I uh, got you something while I was out earlier.” Ugh, why do I sound like that? I find myself wishing there was someone out there to control my moods.

Y/n smiles shyly, her emotions indicating hesitancy and anticipation. Okay, nothing alarming.

“You did?”

I shake my head, suddenly feeling very shy myself. “It’s nothing special, just…well.” I take the jewelry box out of my bag and put it in her hands.

She gives me a quick, nervous glance before opening it, and then I suddenly feel much, much better about my decision.

She gasps in delight and her happiness overwhelms me. “Oh my gosh, Jasper…” She pulls the necklace out of the box and holds it up, allowing it to catch the light of the moon and sparkle.

The necklace is simple, really. The gold, braided chain is unassuming and the butterfly pendant, relatively small.

Her smile softens, as she strokes the butterfly carefully. “You remembered…”

And I did. All that time ago, when she had mentioned her love of emeralds, and a little later when she sat in awe as a flood of butterflies darted past us, I took note. I had gone to town hoping to find something to give her, not really having any idea what. The necklace practically smacked me in the face when I saw it, it being so perfect. And although she hadn’t mentioned liking diamonds, I figured it wouldn’t be bad to include just one, and the salesman agreed. We decided that the small, oblong diamond making up the body of the butterfly wouldn’t be ostentatious and wouldn’t take away from what made up the wings.

Y/n exhales, her disbelief apparent. “Jasper, are these real?” She holds the necklace closer to her face, getting a better look.

I rub the back of my neck, suddenly sheepish. Technically, yes, everything in the necklace is real, but I know to what she’s referring. Her attention is caught on the clusters of twinkling emeralds that make up the butterfly’s wings.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

Without warning, she throws her arms around me with a force that nearly knocks me to the ground. I grip her waist, steading us. She sinks deeper into the hug, nearly in my lap now, and I allow myself to wrap my arms around her and pull her close. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to do anything that could cause her to pull away because this is the most amazing thing I’ve felt since…since ever. Nothing has ever felt so right. Her emotions support my wild hope that she’s feeling the same way, that she’s enjoying being close to me as much I’m enjoying it with her. We stay like that for a while, and I let my head fall into her shoulder, taking in her scent. It’s comforting, and a little intoxicating. If hugging her is this wonderful, imagine-

And I stop myself right there. Y/n is still so young to this life, and it would be ridiculously wrong of me to burden her with my budding feelings. She has way too much to focus on right now without worrying about her best friend trying to get with her.

So I reign my emotions in, hoping I haven’t unintentionally projected anything onto Y/n. Her emotions tell me no, and that, thankfully, she hadn’t noticed my sudden shift in demeanor. I try to dispel my regret and pull back from the hug.

She’s smiling, and it’s a beautiful sight. I can at least allow myself to acknowledge that.

“Help me put it on?”

She turns and holds her hair up, giving me room to gently clasp the necklace in place. I make a special effort not to brush my fingers against her neck, knowing that would only torture me.

She sits next to me, holding the necklace carefully. “Thank you. I love it.” She means it, and it lightens my heart to know so.

We sit in comfortable silence, her admiring the gift and the night, and I admiring her. After a while, she pulls out the Harry Potter book, and I find myself grateful that she had the forethought to bring it. I lay back on the rock, enjoying the lilt to her voice as she reads softly. The Harry Potter’s are fine, really, but I wouldn’t have finished the series if we weren’t reading together. It’s just nice to enjoy the quality time.

Two chapters later, she turns to me with a grin. “Do you want to jump off the waterfall?”

Our excitement mingles and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. “Definitely.”

We stand, quickly pulling off our clothes so we’re in our bathing suits. I make sure to keep my gaze is respectful, desperately not wanting to freak Y/n out or make her feel uncomfortable. She, on the other hand, refuses to look at me, and my insecurities rush to the surface. I know my scars are bothering her.

But she holds out her hand, and that soothes the wound somewhat.

“You promise we won’t die?”

I chuckle, taking her hand in mine. “Promise.”

With that, we fling ourselves off the cliff.

Water hits us from all directions but, being virtually indestructible, it doesn’t cause any pain. It’s just fun.

Y/n laughs wildly as we fall, only stopping when we break the surface of the water. We sink deeply, and it’s a good thing we don’t need to breathe. As humans, we would never make it to the surface in time to get air.

Y/n releases my hand to swim deeper underwater, apparently intent on reaching the bottom. I follow, her excitement contagious. The bottom is rocky and slimy with algae, and she makes a face when her feet make contact. I burst out in laughter, the last remnants of my air escaping to the surface as bubbles. Y/n rolls her eyes in mock annoyance and reaches out to tug on a strand of my hair, which is long enough to float in the water. I only laugh though and push more water in her direction which, of course, does nothing. With an impish grin, she swims to the top, leaving me no choice but to follow.

She breaks the surface only a second before I do, gasping for air out of habit. “Being a vampire does have its perks.”

I wipe the water from my eyes. “I’m inclined to agree.”

The sky begins to lighten. I hadn’t realized how long we’d been here.

Her thoughts match mine. “We should head back soon. We’re already pushing the time needed to hunt and you,” she eyes me playfully, “still need to lighten those eyes.”

I nod with mock seriousness. “Yes, ma’am.”

The burst is so quick I almost miss it. Almost. For a split second, attraction becomes Y/n’s dominant emotion. But as soon as I notice it, it’s gone. I must’ve made it up or accidentally projected it onto her. Whoops.

She smiles, feeling a bit nervous. “You ready?”

No. “Yes.” In all honesty, I would quite like to spend days here in the water with her. But, I agree that it will be suspicious if we stay away too much longer, so I get out of the water after her. I climb up to the top once more to get our stuff, then drop down beside Y/n.

She rolls her eyes without annoyance. “Show off.”

But I only grin and take her hand, feeling much more confident in the action now that she’s initiated it so many times. I feel her contentment, and can’t help but feel at home.

A/n Hello hello! Let me know what you think so far and if you would like to be added to the tag list!

xx,

Bjr

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623756834957885440/the-long-way-around-chapter-9

Tag list: @puer-de-infinitate @charliestuff @hindustani-diaspora @one-thread-can-save-a-life @salsameter @meashy-moo @sana-li @enchantedcruelsummer @femflorals

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jougogo · 4 years

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mascaras the haikyuu queens would borrow from my bag

based on my unhealthy obsession with mascaras (pls someone sponsor me)

also there’s a crack drabble at the end please read it im wheezing

shimizu kiyoko

bombastic by doucce: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL'S GORGEOUS LASHES im so jealous, anyways this mascara has a good wand and it's really good for achieving a more wispy/voluminous/full look IN LIKE ONE SWIPE WTF THIS IS A GODSEND. literally looks like lash extensions, i could go on and on about this mascara. not flaky and this will survive through workouts! doesn't give you raccoon eyes so it's good ! (coming from an athlete with an oily eyelids so dw i gotchu covered) a personal fav of mine teehee, ranked #1 in my bag.

hitoka yachi

it's real! benefit: this mascara is so so good at lengthening and giving off that natural look, which i think yachi would appreciate because she doesn't like too much attention and it's natural so she can sneak this by her mom nope def not speaking from experience it's really great for beginners, and also very reliable and trustworthy. this lil thing will get the job done, guranteed.

tanaka saeko

better than sex by too faced: this mascara just screams I N T E N S I T Y. it's super voluminizing and gives off the appearance of a fuller lash. on the more dry/creamy side so it's super great for beginners or if ur really hungover. also it's v v reliable, will give you wispy lashes every time! my go to when im late which is everyday but we don't talk about that

michimiya yui

bad gal bang! by benefit: another really natural one, good at separating, very VERY lengthening. dramatic enough so that it'll make you look more awake but still not enough to get daichi's attention rip. but this shi!t will stay all day until you take it off. a little more liquidy so you get some time to fix any lashes that are stuck together. also, thin wand so great for bottom lashes as well! 10/10, very much recommend.

shirofuku yukie

waterproof lights camera lashes by tarte: i feel like she's the type to be drinking her water but then when she puts it down too quickly the water just splashes right back in her face?? LMAO or does this only happen to me, but she needs her mascara to be waterproof! also bc of all the steam from the yummy food contests she's conquering! anyways the queen deserves the whole spotlight so she gets the beloved lcl by tarte! the wand is pretty thin but don't let that fool you, because this wand is so good at lengthening and separating lashes. really good at holding curls.

suzumeda kaori

lash sensational from loreal: pls give this poor girl a break i cant even imagine running around the fukurodani team with bokuto's antics, they've definitely broken into her bags more than once and messed up her stuff. so she had to get the cheap drugstore mascara just in case </3 but its okay because this is one of my top 3, the consistency is really good and the wand is so amazing gahh, it has like different combs on different sides so if you have that one pesky pair of lash that just sticks together it'll be super easy to fix. perfect for on the go

misaki hana

kush mascara by milk makeup: you can't convince me that this girl isn't exhausted from the antics of johzenji, which makes this mascara perfect for her! the consistency is on the creamy/dry side so a couple quick swipes will get you the full lash. plus it's infused w some cannabis oil so it makes ur lash healthier (but terushima will definitely try to do some experiments w this so please hana guard it safely)

amanai kanoka

lash next door by brooklyn and bailey: ok ok so my fav thing about this mascara is that it's not waterproof so it's easy to take off, but it's water resistant so that it won't come off when you're all sweaty!! literally perfect for intense practices, and the wand is similar to lcm by tarte so they wield pretty similar results; sweet, curled, lengthened lashes!! and DOES NOT FLAKE it's literally a life saver

alisa haiba

liquid lash extensions by thrive: this mascara definitely the one i use the most! It’s unique in the sense that it’s a tubing mascara, so it’s water resistant which is great for alisa because she keeps tearing up every time lev messes up a serve (we stan a responsible sis) BUT it’s also very easily removed! just splash some warm water and the mascara literally slides right off im not even kidding. she definitely takes really good care of her appearance and will be sad even if she sees one eyelash fall so this is really great for her bc waterproof mascara is such a pain in the ass to remove. also very lengthening

yamaka mika

lash multiplier by revlon: mika is a baddie!! but daishou makes her cry so much she has to rebuy a tube like every month. so our lovely mika gets something easy, cheap, and has a good effect for puppy eyes. this mascara is just like the liquid lash extension; a tubing mascara,,,HOWEVER this one is WAY CHEAPER. u can def find this at ur local drugstore for like 6-8 bucks. great for on the go since it's easy to apply super fast, will get u a nice full fringe in like 3 swipes.

nametsu mai

damn girl! by too faced: how could i forget our beloved date tech manager,,,mai is def the scariest on date tech and she will let you know!!! this mascara is essentially a sequel to better than sex; your lashes will be bigger, fuller, and more glamorous! also the formula is literally so light it's like whipped cream,,, you will not feel a thing guranteed. it's like extensions but m a g i c

extra:

after being scolded by yukie for not getting dinner on time, the boys of the 3rd gym strolled through the dimly lit hallway on the way to the cafeteria. "yo, you know, i heard the girls bathrooms have couches or whatever," kuroo said, noticing the girl's bathroom as they walked past it.

"what! thats not fair!" bokuto whined. "how come the girl's stuff are always nicer? the boy's bathroom always just stinks, and there's always pee on the ground for some reason. like why can't you just aim? it's not that hard."

"well, im sure for short people, like maybe yaku-san or shoyo it's easy. but it's hard to aim when you're very tall!" lev explained brightly. in the onsen somewhere, morisuke yaku felt shivers go up his spine and a sudden urge to punch someone.

"lev, are u sure ur not the one peeing the floor? c'mon, man this is why we don't get nice things in our bathrooms!" kuroo groaned, flicking the first year’s forehead.

"well, it's just a rumor," akaashi explained, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his face. "there might not be a couch in the girl's bathroom."

"why don't you go find out?" tsukki taunted with a devilish grin on his face.

"i don't think this is a good idea," akaashi remarked, albeit a bit too late as hinata, kuroo, lev, and bokuto already sprinted down the hallway.

"aww, no couch" bokuto disappointedly wailed when he stepped into the girl's bathroom.

"well, this is a school bathroom after all," kuroo admitted as he flipped on the light switch. the bathroom was cleaner than the boy’s, for sure, but after all the outrageous tales they had expected to find at least a little something out of the ordinary.

"hey, what's this?" hinata was pointing to a bright pink makeup bag that was lying open on the counter.

"ooh, one of the managers must’ve left it behind! whose bag is this, is there a name on it?" lev rushed over to the bag and turned it upside down. dozens of colorful tubes and compacts fell out, splayed across the counter.

"whats this tube?" hinata asked, holding up a metallic pink tube.

"well, what does it say on the tube, dumbass?" tsukki smirked from the door frame he was leaning on. akaashi hesitantly stood behind him, questioning if entering the girl’s bathroom was a good decision.

"better..than sex!" hinata read aloud, a bit louder than he had intended to. everyone froze, and stared at the little pink tube.

"wait what the fu- hold up lemme see that," kuroo aggressively grabbed the tube from hinata's hands and twisted it open

"oh it's just macasara," bokuto said. they shouldn’t have been surprised, considering it did come out of a makeup bag.

"do you think the name is true?" kuroo was actually curious about this. is the little pink tube of innocent looking mascara the reason that girls were refusing to go out with him?

"let's see," bokuto snatched the tube out of kuroo's hand and started swiping on the pigment on his lashes, his mouth agape and head tilted back as he intently stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"it's been 10 minutes since we called the boys, should we check up on them?" yachi said nervously. the other girls turned and looked as if she had just made a revelation. "you're right, bokuto always sprints up for dinner and he looked pretty eager when we gave him his notice," kaori said nervously. "and everyone knows that the nekoma boys shouldn't be left alone, they're chaotic," shirufuku remarked. "that's so true...lets go find them," the rest of the managers agreed, taking off their aprons and stepping out of the cafeteria.

however, they heard the boisterous laughs a floor away. cautiously, kiyoko led the group down the stairs and followed the sound. imagine their surprise when they found the noise coming from inside the girl's bathroom.

"um, we're the only girls here…" yachi whispered. they crept up closer and closer until they were right outside. kiyoko put her finger to her lips and motioned for the girls to line up against the wall just in case. "okay, we'll open the door in 3…" she put her hand on the knob. "2…" it seemed like time was in slow motion as everyone's heart pounded loudly. "1!"

kuroo and hinata have mascara on their eyebrows, streaks of black pigment under their eyes and all over their cheeks like some kind of war paint. akaashi is holding an eyelash curler, trying to curl bokuto's eyelashes all the while bokuto is smacking akaashi's hand away.

"it looks like a torture device!" he cried.

"bokuto-san, it's suppose the enhance the lengthening effect,"

lev is trying to give himself a mustache by swiping on hair-like strokes with the mascara wand, and ever the opportunist, tsukki is in the corner, taking blackmail pictures

"oh, hi!. . . girls" hinata trailed off when he saw the horrified managers through the mirror. every face in the room paled white as a sheet.

extra no.2:

"wait how do i take this off, it's not coming off with water!!" bokuto wailed, slumping against the sink

he had unfortunately, picked the waterproof mascara.

the managers agreed that they have all conveniently ran out of makeup wipes

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu crack #haikyuu kiyoko #haikyuu yachi #nekoma #karasuno #fukurodani #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi #haikyuu shoyo #hinata #haikyuu saeko #bokuaka

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Charlotte Kato x Reader {I Need You} Ch 1

(Y/n)'s Pov

"(Y/n) we're leaving now! Hurry up or else you'll have to crave a watermelon this year!" As my sister threw my bedroom door open, I practically tossed my laptop across the room but I somehow managed to stop myself before that could happen. Though as I tried to get my heavy breathing under control, I replied to the girl that had barged into my safe space. "G-Geez Yuki, don't you know how to knock? Just let me find my socks then I'll be right downstairs"

"Hehehe. Alright but don't take too long~" Once she had left the room, I quickly found a dirty pair of socks before I did the smell test and slipped them onto my feet. "I hope the corn maze is ready now it's the best part of visiting the pumpkin patch" After I found my favorite Halloween sweater from my closet, I left the room and started down the steps.

"Perfect now that the whole family's here we can head out! Oh, and good news sweetheart I called ahead and they said the corn maze is open for business as of today" Hm, that was good news indeed. "That's great Frank but don't call me sweetheart again you're not my Dad so stop pretending that you are" I didn't intend to sound so hostile towards the man but I was sick and tired of him trying to replace my Dad.

"Sorry (Y/n) didn't mean to upset you... Let's all head out now it's a bit of a drive to get there though that's alright since it will all be worth it to see you kids happy" After the six of us had piled into the old caravan I refused to speak to anyone as I popped my earbuds in and started up my One Piece playlist.

'As a kid, I never stopped searching for a great treasure'

~~~~~~~~~~

45 Minutes Later...

I was lost in my music though when someone pulled out my earbud I was brought back into reality. "(Y/n) we're here. Come on I can even see a candy apple stand and I know how much you love those" Since it was only Yuki I gave her a pass as I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed her out of the van. "You're crying again (Y/n)"

Thankfully the others had already left so I quickly wiped my tears on the back of the sleeve of my sweater before I looped my arms with Yuki's. "Where should we go first, Yu? I hope you brought cash since I don't have a penny to my name" When my little sister brought us over to the candy apple booth, she brought us each one. "Dad gave me some cash so I'll take care of buying our stuff for the day"

As the word 'Dad' rolled off of my sister's tongue I felt a sharp pain shoot through my heart but I tried to ignore it. Sure, Yuki didn't have the same relationship with our Dad that I had though it still upset me to hear her call someone else Dad. She was only three when he died and I was seven but I was the one who watched him take his last breath. Even though ten years had passed since that day I still thought about him every day.

"Oh, look (Y/n) there's the corn maze! How about we have a little bet? The first one to find their way out gets to boss the other person around for the rest of the day. Which path are you going to take Sis?" As I looked over the map, I finally decided I would take the second path on the right. "I'll see you on the other side Yuki and if I'm not out by the time you finish just head to the pumpkin patch since I wanted to go there next anyways"

"Okay! See ya (Y/n)!" Once the girl had disappeared into one of the other paths, I started down my own though I was a little surprised to see how tall the corn was since it was still early in the season but I wasn't about to complain about it. "Now to find the exit~ Hehehe. I love October so much~" There was just something about this month that sent shivers up my spine but I just loved the feeling it brought to me.

"Boy and girls of every age wouldn't you like to see something strange?~" While I was making my way through the maze I had come across multiple dead ends and so far I still couldn't find the exit. It was a little strange since usually, I would have found my way out by now though maybe I just picked a bad path.

'(Y/n)~'

"Hm, Yuki is that you?... Yuki?" When I didn't get a response, I figured that I must have been hearing things or maybe the girl was celebrating her victory over me. "I need to find the exit so I can go hunt down my pumpkin" I took the next right in the path but something blocking the path had caused me to trip. "What the hell was that?... Hm, who in the hell would put a pumpkin in the middle of a pathway like this?"

As I picked up the medium-sized pumpkin in my hands, I gave it a once over though something about it felt familiar to me. "Hehehe. You kind of remember me of the sweet adorable Kato from Whole Cake Island. I wonder if the staff will let me buy you... I'm going to ask since I'm sure they'll be fine with it" When I stood up from the ground I continued on my way and as fate would have it, I finally found the exit. "There you are (Y/n)! You took forever in ther- where did you find a pumpkin?"

"I tripped over it before I found the exit though I think I want to buy this one. It's super adorable just like Kato don't you think?" As Yuki started to reply I could already see the frown on her lips but I didn't care since this little guy was coming home with me. "The pumpkin freak? Ha. Ha. Ha. Don't tell me you actually have feelings for that character (Y/n) I mean I can understand some of your other 'crushes' but that guy is just weird"

"Don't you have a crush on Basil Hawkins? I'm pretty sure that guy has a cult and he enjoys torturing poor innocent people like my baby Trafalgar Law" Sure, Hawkins might have looked like a normal guy but he just seemed like the type that would bathe in the blood of his victims. "Yeah... we're not going to discuss that (Y/n). Though at least my man actually looks like a man unlike the weirdo Kato"

I knew this wasn't going to end well but I couldn't help when a reply spilled from my lips. "At least Kato doesn't have any face tattoos" Yuki's face started to turn this bright red color as the insult war went into full swing. "At least Hawkins wears pants" When the next insult poured from my lips Yuki's cheeks had started to turn pink. "At least Kato smiles"

"Hawkins can smile and when he does it sexy as hell... Oh shit, thank God no one was around to hear me say that... Let's go to the pumpkin patch so I can get myself a pumpkin" As I started to giggle about the girl's outburst, I held my pumpkin closer to my chest though when something wet slid across my thumb I almost dropped it. "What was that?"

When I turned the pumpkin around, I didn't see anything that could have caused the wetness on my hand but I chalked it up to just being a drop of water from a nearby tree or something like that. "Weird... Yuki wait for me!" The girl didn't stop running towards the pumpkin patch though I easily caught up to her before she could get very far. "Slow down Yu! I'm going to end up dropping my pumpkin at this rate!" Thankfully this time Yuki did as I asked. "I'm sorry Sis. What are you going to crave on your pumpkin this year? You always do something different each year and they always come out looking fantastic"

"I'm not sure yet"

"Oh, look at this pumpkin (Y/n) it's huge! Do you think it will fit in the van? I don't want to take up too much space but I also really want it" I took a good long look at the pumpkin she wanted though I didn't think it would be a problem since it would fit perfectly fine in the backseat between us. "We can put it in the empty space in the back seat. If you can find Frank ask him to carry it for you since I'd rather not speak to that man any more than I have to"

"Alright (Y/n) I'll go find him but please try and at least be nice to him for once. He really cares about us like we're his own kids" That might have been true but there was no way in hell that I was going to get along with Frank any time soon. "No, it's not going to happen Yuki and you know that. I need to clear my head for a minute just text me when we're ready to leave" Why couldn't Yuki just keep her thoughts to herself for once? I didn't mean to get as upset as I did at the girl but it was far too late to turn back now.

'That wasn't very nice (Y/n)'

"Hm, who said that?" I had definitely heard someone speak though when I looked around, I didn't see anyone. "Hello?" There was a moment of silence as the sound of birds chirping met my ears but when I got no response from a person, I only shrugged my shoulders and kept walking. "Must have been the wind"

The rest of my walk was quiet and uneventful but I still didn't feel like going back to the others just yet. "This looks like a good place to sit" Since there wasn't much out here to use as a seat, I ended up just sitting on the slightly wet grass while my back leaned against the tree behind me. "It's so peaceful out here... Too bad I can't stay here forever"

I knew there wasn't going to be much time to myself today but I was at least going to enjoy every second that I had right now. "Hm, I wonder what kind of design would look the best on you. Any thoughts small pumpkin?" As my fingertips started to trace along the ribs of the pumpkin's hard shell, I felt a pleasant feeling start to fill my chest. Though I wasn't exactly sure what had caused me to feel this way.

"My Dad helped me crave my first pumpkin when I was just two years old. We had to use those silly plastic craving tools since I was too little to use the regular kitchen knife. It became our tradition to carve a pumpkin every year together but... now he's dead and it's all my fault" I couldn't stop my tears from falling any longer and I just sat there as they hit against the shell on the orange object within my lap. "H-He never would have been driving that day if I hadn't dropped the pumpkin b-but I did a-and it cracked. H-H-He just wanted me to be happy. I killed him!"

'It wasn't your fault (Y/n)'

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End Chapter 1

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not who you think : p.8 (ending)

brief summary: this is supposed to be it, jason will complete his mission and in turn destroy yours. but you all knew it was never going to be that easy, complications always occur whether they’re planned or not.

word count: 2.5k requested: yes it was, tbh this was a semi-abandoned project. but with one part to finish, i felt like serving the story justice warnings: angst, some violence

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Despite the number of arguments it caused, you were left with no choice other than to opt for Plan B. You hated them for it, you hated yourself for agreeing with it. But it was like they all said, there wasn’t going to be another choice if you wanted this to end.

Sitting in the building site, you look around as you tap into your comms. “You guys got good visuals?” You mutter, asking Bucky and Sam who should be in position up on the roof.

“We see you. Got eyes on Cap?” Bucky questions and I allow my eyes to wander, spotting Steve stood in the open like a big fish in a small pond- he couldn’t stand out any more if he wanted to.

Forcing your smile to remain concealed, you nod to yourself. “He’s doing what Steve does best,” You tell Bucky. “trying to hide behind that baseball cap of his.” You joke, hearing a short laugh from Steve through the comms.

“His best disguise to date.” Sam tries to ease the tension, adding humour before everyone returns to the matter at hand- stopping your brother from causing any more harm.

Your ears perk up at the sound of that infamous bike revving. It was something you’ve always associated with them, with those people ever since you joined. If any of them went on an outing, they took the motorbikes to make sure they were noticed. Revving the engines was to assert dominance, that in this very moment your brother had more control than Steve.

“He’s here,” Bucky mutters as you from one of the derelict buildings, only being held up by a series of beams and abandoned scaffolding. “no one is to move now, you understand?”

Everyone silently agrees, and Steve approaches Jason before he’s even slipped his helmet off.

Remaining out of sight, you peer your head around the corner of the crane, covered by bags of concrete yet to be used. “Be careful, Steve.” You whisper to yourself, silently praying this all goes to plan.

Jason discards the helmet, throwing it on the floor. You watch as dust covers it, but he couldn’t care less. This is his victory, the one thing he’s been assigned that’ll mean something to him. He knows that eyes are on him, they refused to let him go alone but you planned for this too. Two can play at this game, especially when you’re up against fellow and former assassins.

“Listen, no hard feelings.” Jason chuckles, holding his gun up clearly for Steve to see who merely nods.

“A job is a job, I get it man.” Steve responds, cracking a small smile as your brother falters. Even from where you’re standing, you can see that he’s shaking, he’s afraid. “But you don’t have to do this, we, we can help you.” Steve explains, stepping forward but his movements cause Jason to flinch and cock his gun.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” Jason states bluntly, holding his gun out in front of him as Steve raises his hands in defence. His eyes are darting around the building site, wandering from the cranes and you can’t help but do the same.

As you allow yourself to fully take in the surroundings, you notice small devices set up. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were. “Guys, there are automatic snipers set up on Jason.” You let out a shaky breath, everything feeling more and more real as the seconds pass.

“I’ll see if there’s anything Tony can do.” Sam speaks up through the comms, seeing you wiping your forehead from where you’re hiding.

“Remain calm, Y/n. No sudden movements, okay.” Bucky reminds you, watching as you nod to yourself as you hold your gun close to your chest, checking every few minutes to ensure it’s loaded.

Steve remains perfectly still, the ideal target for an assassin without any of the fun. It was too easy, and Jason knew. “Something’s off about this.” Jason mutters to himself, shaking his head.

His confidence was being chipped away as he turned from Steve, listening to someone talking to him.

“Jason, I’m doing what I have to do here. I, I just want to protect Y/n.” Steve explains, and Jason diverts his attention from the voice speaking to him and shifts to face Steve with cold eyes.

“What did you just say?” Jason questions with ice in his tone, stepping closer to Steve. “How do you know Y/n?” He focuses on Steve’s eyes, seeing that glint of hope that is nothing but a distant memory for himself.

“I just know her alright, Jason. But she doesn't want this, she doesn’t want to lose you because of this.” Steve tries to reason, but Jason scoffs as he steps backwards, shaking the gun around.

“I can’t mess this up, Cap!” Jason yells. “This is my last chance, otherwise I’m a dead man.”

“He’s stalling.” You state, fear evident in your voice. “Why is he stalling this?” You think aloud and then you feel it, a gun being pressed against your back.

“Good to see you again, Y/n.” A forgotten voice mutters behind you as a sigh escapes your lips.

“Wish I could say the same.” You respond before turning around, quickly disarming the man and snapping his arm and take a hold of the gun. He yells out in pain, alerting everyone else as Jason holds the gun in front of Steve once more.

“Where is she?” Jason demands, and before Steve has the opportunity to respond, you walk out holding a gun up straight back at him.

“Hey, Jase.” You call out with a weak smile, but his eyes avert down to the body on the ground sticking out from your prior hiding place. “Does it really have to come to this? Can’t we just move on, you, you don’t have to do this, please.” You plead, hoping there is a slither of the brother you knew left in that shell.

“I warned you, sis. If you don’t help me, you’re my problem.” He retorts, looking right through you forgetting everything you’ve been through together.

Standing beside Steve you reach down as your fingers intertwine. “Don’t do this, Jason.” You tell him, practically beg through your expression as his eyes avert to his nightmare, you and his target together.

“I have no choice.” Jason mutters, lifting his gun up as he closes his eyes.

“NO!” You scream, hearing the bullet being fired and everything happens too quickly.

Steve keeps his eyes closed, looking down to see where the crimson should line his chest, but there is nothing. His eyes fall to you on the ground, coughing.

“No, no.” Steve rambles, shock taking over his system as he looks up to Jason who stands too still. “This is all your fault.” He spits, holding you in his arms as you start to lose consciousness.

“I failed.” Jason states quietly as he drops the gun and tries to run away, but as he runs shots are fired from the automatic snipers. He barely makes it to his bike, he was never going to escape.

Tearing his eyes from your brother's body, Steve focuses back on you as tears line your cheeks. “Steve,” You whisper, trying to lift your arm up but Steve protests.

“It, it’s okay, Y/n.” Steve hushes you, stroking your hair. “Why did you have to do that?” He fights back tears for your sake, not wanting you to see him cry now.

A small laugh leaves your lips, possibly the last Steve will ever hear. “Save you,” You state. “I’ll always,” A series of coughs leaves your lips as you glance down to see blood coating your skin. “save you, Cap.”

The sounds of footsteps increase as Sam and Bucky appear by Steve’s side, horror spreading across their expressions at the sight of blood pouring from you.

“Make sure he’s happy, boys.” You smile weakly up to the two guys who nod in response, forcing smiles. “Don’t let him dwell, I,” You take a deep breath, knowing the end is coming, you can just feel it. “I want him to find a dame to dance with.” You say, focusing back on Steve who can’t stop the tears from falling now. “Goodbye, Steve.” You whisper, falling limp in his arms.

Three months had passed by to some in a blur, but to Steve, each day was painfully slow without you.

It hurt him to think he lost you that easily, after everything you were gone because you sacrificed yourself. You knew the bullet might not have killed him, there was a chance he could’ve been saved. But you couldn’t help yourself, of course, you had to do it because that’s just who you are. Were.

Everyone else seemed to carry on with the weight-bearing on their shoulders, but they carried it effortlessly. “Why does no one mention it?” Steve blurts out over breakfast as both Sam and Bucky stop eating, focusing their attention on Steve and his sleep-deprived state.

Furrowing his brows together, Sam looks over to Bucky for guidance on what Steve could be on about today.

“It’s still fresh, Steve.” Bucky reminds his best friend, having heard him in the night crying for his lost love.

“Then why does no one talk about her?” Steve’s voice rises with anger and disappointment. “Y/n died, she is gone.” Steve spits the truth to his friends, looking as they both avoid his harsh gaze. “And, and you all act as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t save my life and that I’ll never see her again.”

Sam rises to his feet after Bucky gives him a look. He departs the room, knowing words are going to be exchanged that he’s best to not be present for today.

“Steve,” Bucky starts slowly, knowing what he’s about to confess won’t be easy to digest by any means necessary. “we haven’t exactly been honest with you about a few things.” He exhales deeply, struggling to focus on where to begin.

“What do you mean?” Steve questions slowly, pushing himself from the counter and moves closer toward Bucky.

“Y/n,” Bucky mutters your name under his breath. “she, she’s not dead.”

Lifting his eyes up to focus on Steve, all Bucky can see is bewilderment and distrust. “No, she’s dead.” Steve responds, shaking his head. “She, Y/n died in my arms, Buck.” Steve states as he releases a heavy sigh, the memory of you in his arms as you bled out still a harrowing thought.

“Y/n came up with Plan C, Steve.” Bucky admits, knowing you wanted him to find out when the time was right, once it was safe for him to know the truth. “She asked us to do this for you, to make sure you were safe.”

“You’re lying.” Steve bites back, knowing it’s not possible that you’re still alive.

“She wanted this for you, Steve. You managed to find a way to take down the assassins that were left and did so to ensure no one else got hurt by them. Y/n knew she had to die in order for them to be stopped and leave you alone.” Bucky tries his best to explain, remembering the conversations you had with him in the days leading up to the mission. He thought it was an insane concept, but you knew you could do it.

“She can’t be,” Steve mutters as he steps back as thoughts of you consume his mind. He grips the counter tightly, veins protruding through his skin as flashes of your smile, your laugh, your energy to your lifeless body in his arms. How could it have been fake?

“But I am.” You call out, knowing now wasn’t the right time, but you couldn’t stay away any longer.

Steve tenses at the sound of your voice, one he never anticipated hearing again.

Stepping out from the doorway, you ignore Bucky’s gaze on you and turn to face Steve. You silently sigh, seeing how tired he looks. “Hi Stevie,” You whisper, standing in front of him as you slowly reach up, resting your hand on his cheek.

He leans into your embrace, still in a state of shock. “You’re not real.” He mutters, his eyes remaining locked on yours. “You can’t be.” He states, watching as you shake your head as a smile ghosts your lips.

“I’m real, Steve.” You whisper. “I won’t go away again, I promise.” And that is something you really mean. You promised Steve you’d stay safe throughout it all, and you did. All you had to do was figure out a more effective plan, and it worked.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n?” Steve questions, tears forming in his eyes.

“It was too dangerous.” You tell him, tearing your eyes from his to Bucky. “I made him promise me he wouldn’t say anything. Sam too.” You explain as your hand slides from Steve’s cheek to his hand, taking his in yours. “If you knew the plan wouldn’t have worked.” You knew if he saw your body flinch he’d give it away.

“You sayin’ I’m a lousy actor?” Steve cracks a joke, hearing that laugh he’s longed for since he lost you. “Are you staying this time?” He questions, wanting nothing more than for you to stay in his arms, for him to not lose you.

“I think so,” You say quietly, returning your focus on him with a small smile. “everyone thinks I’m dead, so I’ve got nowhere to go.” You let out a dry laugh, having known you could never go back to the school, you’ll never see Lillian again or those kids.

“You’ll always have a home here, Y/n.” Bucky interjects. “It’s the least we can do.” He nods to you before rising to his feet and departing the room, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Bucky’s right you know.” Steve tells you. “If you want this to be your home, it’ll be open for you, always.”

Without another word needing to be said, you lean your head against Steve’s chest. “I’ve missed you so much, Steve.” You mumble as tears fall from your cheeks.

Steve rests his arms around you tightly, this time refusing to let you go. “I’m glad you came home, Y/n.” He says with a small smile. “I still have a dance or two left to teach you.”

A light laugh escapes your lips as you glance up at him. “And I’ve got a move or two to teach you too, Cap. ‘Bout time you compete against another former assassin, huh?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend, the ex-assassin.” Steve whistles to himself, still comprehending after all this time, it will always be you.

THE END

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

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In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

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In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

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Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

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I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

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OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

#matchups #nin and bby owl #bokuto kotaro

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cncofantasias · 4 years

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Justice-Christopher Velez

Chapter 2: How Did We Get Here

Summary: You’ve dated your boyfriend Christopher Velez for 2 years and even now that you guys have been together for so long, there was still so much stuff Christopher refused to tell you. That is until Christopher gets arrested for the murder of a man named Zabdiel de Jesus. As the trial against Christopher goes on you learn things about him that you never thought he was capable of. Y/n is fighting between the Christopher who was her loving and adoring boyfriend and the man who’s committed so many awful crimes.

Chapter 1

A week had passed and today was the first day that I’d be allowed to see Christopher in a visit. Christopher’s lawyer, Mr. Pimentel had been able to explain some of the charges to me in further detail and arrange this visit for us today. But, nothing seemed real unless I saw him in here and he told me specifically what he had done.

“Cómo llegamos aquí Christopher?”

“En un carro cariño”

“Que crees? That this is a joke. Does it look like I’m laughing or I think that this is funny Christopher? You’re facing serious time y ahora ni se..” my voice cracked I looked up at him, searching his eyes for anything that could give me the hope that he didn’t do it.

“Ahora, I don’t even know who I’ve been laying in bed with.”

“Por favor dígame algo que me puede indicar que no haciste esto,” my eyes watered, pleading to him.

But, instead he looked down.

“Mi amor, we’ll get through this. I need you to be strong, te amo. My lawyer is going to fix everything, no te preocupes.”

I paused for a second and we just stared at each other, taking in every feature like it could possibly be the last time we saw each other.

“Te recuerdas Christopher, when it was Sunday night and I was at home studying for my big exam at school. I was stressed out and I called you crying saying that I was going to fail and I was a failure. You dropped everything abd you came to my house with flowers and a my favorite pizza. Ese noche me ayudaste estudiar por horas. And when we were finished I took me to bed and you just held me—“

My voice broke, but we never stopped staring at each other. The passion was still there, it was just messed up somehow now. I cleared my voice, shut my eyes for a second and regained my strength. I had to be strong, strong for him but mostly for myself.

“You held me and for those moments; I felt so safe and I forgot about my exam, about my worries. All that mattered was you.”

His hand reached across the table and he held my hand, “I remember that night, I remember seeing your beautiful face when I came to your door covered in tears and red. I hated seeing you like that and it made me work harder so you wouldn’t have to. Amor, en todo lo que va pasar with this trial. I— I love you con todo mi alma. I’m sorry I messed up, no estaba pensando en lo negetivo que podía afectar nuestro futuro. I was just thinking about the money and how if I got us enough money we would be able to go off to some other country, after you graduated with your medical degree. You’d be this amazing doctor and I your proud husband. Necesito que sabas that through everything, you were always on my mind. Always my first priority and the reason that I did certain things.”

I shook my head and finally the tears fell, I didn’t think I’d cry in front of him. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t believe everything I’d began hearing since this whole thing started. All the stares I’d been getting from the cops and the victim’s family; it made me feel like I was guilty in a way. All I wanted was to believe that he wasn’t guilty and to hold him one more time. But none of that was possible.

I looked up and I stared at him, “What’re we going to do?”

He hesitated for a second, but once he saw the look in my eyes he knew he couldn’t keep lying anymore. “This is my mess and I’ll take care of it, all I want you to do is be there at my arraignment tomorrow mi amor.”

“Velez, it’s time to go!”

I looked at him one more time and I took in his face knew I wasn’t allowed to, but I reached my hand out and I nestled his face. He sucked in a breath and kissed my palm before getting up and walking away in his shackles.

“Mr. Velez, is a flight risk and is being charged with the murder of Zabdiel. He is suspected to be the leader of a gang. We request remand your honor.”

“How does your client plead?”

“Not guilty your honor. My client is actively involved in community projects and has a long term girlfriend at home. He is willing to surrender his passport and wear an ankle bracelet.”

“Like I stayed your honor, Mr. Velez has strong ties to the community through gang affiliation.”

“Bail is set at half a million dollars, he will surrender his passport, and will wear an ankle bracelet. If for whatever reason, these terms are not upheld on your part Mr. Velez you will be charged with contempt of court. Is that understood”

“Yes your honor.”

My chest heaved, I didn’t know how to feel because a part of me felt relieved to be able to take him home even for a few days or weeks. A part of me just wanted him home so I could hold him and we could talk in private about all of this. But the other... the other was scared of what more there was to talk about.

I heard a commotion on my right side, I turned and I looked to see a woman yelled at the prosecutor, “So you’re telling me, he kills my baby and he gets to go home still. Como si nada! Mr. Erick Colón you better start acting like a better lawyer in court or I’ll go and find a better lawyer.”

“Si entiendo señora. Perdon, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he gets the maximum sentence. But I need you to go home and relax. You getting worked up will not help our case, only damage your health. Señora por favor, just let me do my job.”

“Ándale mami, let’s go it’s going to be okay.”

She gave him one last scolding look before her eyes teared away and met mine. I could see the grief, the wear in her eyes. But I couldn’t imagine what she was going to through and I had to look away ashamed of the fact that we were in this situation.

It was the following day a Friday, 2 pm. We had managed to get the half a million dollars and I was currently waiting for Christopher to be released. It wasn’t till I heard the loud buzzing and the sound of the latch on the heavy door unclick that I looked up.

There we were: him standing in the doorway with his regular clothes on and I sitting with my hands on my knees scared to get up. But, then all of a sudden it was real and I ran towards him hugging him.

“Como extraño tu olor y estos labios-“

He grabbed my face and kissed me, saboring my lips.

“Come on mi cariño let’s go, I just want to be at home with you.”

“Okay babe, vámonos.”

We walked hand in hand to the car and like a gentlemen he was he opened the passenger side of the door for me. I blushed, it had felt like we were on our first date again.

“Me agarraste flores! Wow que caballero!” I said smiling, blushing.

“Don’t worry mamita, hay más de eso,” he said winking at me. I shook my head, taking the flowers from him, “There better be, let me go put these in water and I’ll be right back.”

By the time I had gotten back, he was patiently waiting on my couch, “okay vamonos.”

He opened every door in sight for me: the front door, car door, the venue door. And he never complained, but he did make a point of being over dramatic in a cute and funny way.

When we got to the venue he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car; he practically ran to my door to open it. When he did he bowed with a, “My lady.”

“Pienso que estás olvidando algo”

“What’s that?”

“Your car keys,” I giggled to him, wiggling the keys in my hand. He chuckled and turned a bright red before taking my hand and helping me out of the car.

By the time we were settled in at home, it was already 4 pm. I had made up 2 cups of coffee and the pizza guy was on his way with my favorite.

So, I set his cup down in front of him at the table and naturally said, “you have a lot to explain and we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yo se mi amor, y te voy decir todo. I just want you to know that some of it is ugly.”

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Reader’s Note:

Okay ojalá que te gustaron this chapter because it was difficult to write. I had so many ideas and I feel like this chapter is bad if it is I’m so sorry. Por favor señoritas y señoritos perdóname. Let me know what you guys think!

#christopher velez imagines #christopher velez #cnco fanfic #cnco x reader #cnco imagines #cnco chris #cnco #imagines

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mysweetestcreature · 5 years

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Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 5: Chasing Pavements

(Banner by the wonderful noblewomankat!)

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Masterlist

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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

“You said that!?” Cici gasps, her eyes bulging. Y/n had just told her about what had happened in Spanish class earlier that day. The rest of the period had been awkward to say the least. After a long ten minutes of silence –– and her tummy growling since she had skipped lunch to work on her fondant flowers –– the first thing he had said to her was “Tengo una barra de granola en mi mochila...Puedes tenerlo si quieres...” (“I have a granola bar in my backpack...You can have it if you want...”). And it had only made it all the more difficult to look at him afterwards because how can someone really be that sweet?

Y/n shrugs, shaking her head as she uncaps her water bottle. “Yup...” She knows she probably should have let him say his piece before cutting him off so abruptly, but in that moment all that was going through her head was “stop this before it’s too late” she didn’t want to hurt more than she already was and it was as though she was slowly being suffocated just waiting for him to rip the bandage off.

“What if he was going to confess?”

“For some reason, I’m seriously doubting that.”

(To be frank, she’s surprised that Cici of all people would be the one to question her decision to keep her. While she was out yesterday, she heard from Maxxie that Cici had accidentally let Zoey fall during cheer practice when she was meant to catch her.)

“Okay, but what if,” her friend starts, zipping up her bag and hoisting it over her shoulder. “and only if he was going to say that he’s actually madly deeply in lo-”

Y/n’s hand rises up. “That’s where I’m going to stop you,” she warns before letting out a deep sigh. Nothing right now makes sense, especially when it comes to Harry. If she wasn’t sure where they stood before, now it’s close to impossible to pinpoint. All she can definitively say is that she just wants to move on from this because honestly, it’s already drained so much out of her. In the last few days she’d questioned every interaction to have happened between them, and each analyzation ends with her wishing she hadn’t let herself fall so suddenly. “Look, after what happened at the game, I don’t know what to think, but I rather not talk about it anymore.”

“Talk about what?”

Cici’s face turns sour at the sound before turning around and greeting its owner with a forced smile. “How tragic it is that you sprained your wrist,” she tuts her tongue three times. “It’s so fortunate that you didn’t break anything, huh?”

Zoey remains unbothered.

“Isn’t it?” she smirks. Her eyes shift to the right, and it’s Y/n who’s become her new focus of attention. Almost immediately, Y/n’s fingers curl tightly inwards, she swears the crackling sound of her taut knuckles can be heard throughout the entire gym. But she too does her best to remain unflinching, no matter how much Zoey’s gaze makes her insides flip in ferocious cycles.

“Y/n,” Zoey’s mahogany lips wrap daringly around each letter of her name. “I hope what’s going on between Harry and I doesn’t bother you.”

“Why would I be bothered?” she challenges.

The giggle that emits from the girl has the same effect as poison coursing through the veins. “I mean...” She flips her ponytail back over her shoulder. “It’s really only a matter of time until...you know.” Her brows wriggle suggestively.

“W-wh-” but it’s like her lungs have completely collapsed, and she’s unable to gather enough air to breathe out even just a single syllable. Now she can’t help but ask herself...is there actually something there? Had that been what he was so eager to tell her?

“That’s funny,” Cici is quick to interject, and Y/n is thankful that the void of perpetual silence can be avoided. Her friend takes a step forward, positioning herself as a protective barrier between her and the redhead. She moves even closer, hands firmly set on the curve of her waist, head tilting the slightest bit to the side. “I’m pretty sure Harry told me he was allergic to plastic,” she says, followed by a playful quirk of the nose.

Zoey huffs, her hand flying up to cover her face. “It was for my deviated septum!” she screeches.

“I can think of a few other things that could’ve used some work, but then Mommy and Daddy would be out of money.”

“You know what, Fenderson? You’re just a jealous bi-” Zoey snarls, fists forming at her sides.

“Davenport!”

Everyone’s head snaps at their coach’s roar. Cici and Zoey back away from each other, at least five feet separating them.

***

The last person Y/n expects to see after practice is standing right in front of her locker, his head hung low and matted hair still dripping at the tips. His lips are parted slightly, muttering inaudible words under his breath as though he were saying a prayer. He doesn’t seem to notice her standing just a short distance away.

She clears her throat, shifting her weight to the other foot as she squeezes the strap of her bag even tighter in her palms. Why did he have to be here? With that confrontation with Zoey not even ten minutes ago, it’s the last thing she needs right now. Not to mention how she has to convince herself not to admire how cute he looks with his dimples sunk in as he looks at her in that way he always does. Like she’s all he sees. And that’s why she has to stop.

Thoughts like these are the reason she got hurt in the first place.

“Y/n...” He’s quick to face her, even quicker to near come her. “Can we...can we talk? Please?” he pleads, taking her hand in his.

She allows herself to gaze down at their hands, if only to remember how it used to make blush. Now, it just feels bittersweet. “Look, I have to go.” She pulls out of his grasp as Zoey’s words rewind in her memory. “My mom is waiting for me outsi-”

“Can I just ask you one question? Just one,” the last part is barely above a whisper. Her shoulders sink down, and she nods tiredly. She watches as his chest fills with air. “Just tell me if you meant what you said.” he blurts out. “In Spanish class. You really want to forget about it?” The looks in his eyes, she can’t quite put her finger on it, but it sends a chill down her spine as the bones in his jaw clench harshly.

Unable to meet his stare, she looks away.

“I just think that we’re better...” she trails off, feeling the lump in her throat begin to force its way up, “we’re better off forgetting about that day.” It’s like nails against the chalkboard as they reach her own ears. She closes her eyes as she awaits his response. “It was dumb.”

“Is that what you...” he swallows hard, “is that what you really think?”

She’s taken aback by his question, and before she knows it, she’s looking back into his green eyes. “I mean...” her lips press together as she finds that last bit of momentum while they hold each other’s gaze. It’s right there on the tip of her tongue, but it’s like it refuses to jump out. You can do this.

“Yes.”

Harry steps back slowly, still looking straight ahead, but his eyes have shifted, and she can feel they’re not on her.

He offers her a small smile. “If that’s really what you want, then yeah. We’ll just,” he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “pretend like it never happened.”

“Like it never happened,” she repeats hesitantly, turning to her locker. Her hand is shaking as she tries to put in her combination. “So, I guess I’ll...”

“So, I’ll just see you tomorrow then,” he finishes the thought.

***

Saturday, October 11, 2008

“In the US, nearly 40% of marriages in 2007 ended up in annulment and divorce. This not only changes the structure of the individuals, but any family (e.g. children) involved in that union. In these modern times, many couples with children choose not to wed, and some have the grandparents raise their grandchildren as an alternative. Is the traditional family still the best option? Or are there more benefits to the contemporary family?”

“I didn’t get a word of that,” Harry sighs, plopping down on the couch. “We should just take a break.”

Maxxie rolls his eyes. “We literally just started practicing five minutes ago!” he exasperates, tossing the notecard onto the table. They have a debate competition on Tuesday, and their teacher had suggested they pair up and get some extra practice over the weekend. “What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing,” Harry shakes his head. It’s not like he just got his heart smashed or anything. Forgetting is easier said than done, something he’s come to realize in these past few days. He blames himself for having not just said what he set out to. Why was it so hard to just say it? Imagine how problem-free he’d be right now if he had been more courageous. Maybe that’s why she would rather forget about how he had wanted to kiss her. Because he fell flat and missed his shot.

“You sure?”

He takes one of the decorative couch pillows and hugs it close. “No, I’m not.”

Maxxie sits down on the floor beside him. “Want to talk about it?” he offers, nudging him in the side. “My mom just bought a tub of Neapolitan, and my sister isn’t home to fight us for it.”

“Y/n makes the best Neapolitan cupcakes,” Harry smiles softly. “They’re Mason’s favorite.”

“Oh boy,” Maxxie snorts, having an inkling as to where this conversation will lead. “Yup, I’m going to get that ice cream. You hang in there, buddy. Friendly’s is on the way.”

***

Monday, October 13, 2008

“I really don’t have time for this right now,” Harry grimaces, trying to but unsuccessfully dodging Zoey in the hallway. She hounded him after last period, and no matter how many excuses he makes up (she wouldn’t believe his actual reasoning) he’s beginning to think he’ll never be able to prepare for the oral presentation on the effects of the Civil War he has later.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that, Harry,” she coos, her unwavering persistence managing to back him up against his locker. “I just feel like we haven’t talked much lately.” She places a hand below his shoulder blade. “I’m starting to feel like you’re ignoring me.”

Harry groans internally, peeking down at his watch. If he doesn’t at least glance at his notes, Mr. Noone is going to give him a mark lower than he’s used to. It’s history for crying out loud! This is his thing! “We can talk later, okay? I have class in like ten minutes and I really need to-”

“So, I know it’s like really early, but I already have ideas for the outfits we’re gonna wear for the winter formal,” she starts, pulling out her phone. “This is the color I’m thinking for my dress, and it would totally make your eyes pop with the matching tie.”

“Matching tie...?” he repeats the words unsurely. It’s October, the dance being about two months from the day. At this point, it’s the last thing on his mind since his love life is basically in shambles, and thanks to the person in front of him, nonetheless. “Zoey, I’m not taking you to the formal.”

“Don’t’ be silly. Of course, you are!” she chirps, continuing to browse through pictures of dresses she’d saved. “I was thinking that this violet one would totally look great on me!”

“Zoey,” he says again, much firmer this time. It’s enough to tear her away from her phone.

She looks at him annoyedly. “What?” Her foot begins to tap impatiently as her eyes dart to her side.

***

She can’t even count how many times she’s almost been late for Cell Biology. It’s not that she wants to skip out on Dr. Lang doing her best to drill meiosis into their brains until they can recite it forwards and backwards and any other way she chooses (she’s already started having dreams about it in her sleep). No, it’s because when she has a lot on her mind, she bakes. When she bakes, time is but an irrelevant detail, and the world outside the kitchen is but a nuisance to her concentration in her safe space.

If only she’d packed her darn notebook after Spanish, but she’d been too keen on getting out of there as quickly as possible that everything she’d planned had fallen through. Well, she’s sure paying for it now. With only three minutes until the bell, and the Biology lab being halfway across campus, the best course of action might be to just sprint to class, or better yet to save herself the exhaustion, get a late pass from the nurse.

From: Maxxie

Heard from the other section that Lang is planning a pop quiz. Where are you?!?

Her heart begins to race as she quickly taps on each key.

To: Maxxie

Omg! I’m coming! Stall her, will you? Give me like five more minutes!

Just as she turns the corner, she’s immediately forced to stop in her tracks, her breath stopping halfway up its passage.

“Zoey,” it’s Harry, even from afar, she can still pick out the low rasp of his voice.

Though, he’s not alone. “What?”

Y/n recedes, hiding herself behind an open janitor’s closet door.

“This.” Harry gestures between the two of them. “I feel like I need to make it clear that I-” But Zoey cuts him off, her arms wrapping around his torso as she hops onto the tips of her toes. Her lips attach to his.

A feeling of déjà vu settles heavily on Y/n’s shoulders as she turns on her heel. Maybe she will stop by the nurse’s, but not for a late pass. She proceeds down another corridor without looking back.

*** Unlike the last time, he’s swift to push her away.

“You really have to stop doing that,” he sighs, and the back of his hand brushes over his mouth. He doesn’t even know how to put this kindly, and he’s usually well versed in making things sound better than they actually are. Like that time he’d broken his nan’s favorite vase that she’d gotten from her nan, or when he had to explain to his mum why he had brought a duck home from the park. But he’s just about had it with this. “There’s nothing going on here. I’m sorry if that sounds really douchey, but I’m not...” He scratches the back of his neck. “I’m really not into you like that.”

***

He’s finally made it to last period, and all he has to do now is to stand up in front of the class and recite his oral presentation that he’d managed to memorize during US Politics since Mr. Hastings wasn’t feeling well and put on a movie for them instead.

“You ready for your oral?” he asks her when he takes his seat. “I think I want to go first just to get it over with.” He laughs to himself as he gets his things settled.

“I guess,” she answers curtly.

Harry glances over at her, taking note of how she keeps her eyes glued to the doodles in the margins of her notebook. “Hey, um...after practice do you maybe want to go to Ruben’s?” he smiles. “My treat.”

“I have to babysit my brother, sorry.”

“Oh.” A pout finds itself on his lips. “That’s fine. Maybe next time, yeah?”

She sets her pen down, turning to him, her features neutral. “Yeah, maybe.”

***

Friday, October 24, 2008

“I want to watch The Little Mermaid!”

When Y/n was eight years old, Disney movies were on loop from the time she got home from school (after finishing her homework, of course) up until Jeremy had to forcibly carry her up the stairs and tuck her away in bed. In a world full of bright, lively animated color and magic in possibly every second that plays on screen, the feelings that these movies had provided her had formed some of her favorite childhood memories of being snuggled up under a warm blanket with a nice cup of cocoa nestled in her lap while she let herself be absorbed into their vibrant universe.

Each film had its own unique story and set of eclectic characters to make audience laugh, empathize, and if particularly effective, even cry. But there was this consistent concept that bound almost every single one of them, this seemingly intangible force that she had never quite understood until now.

Of course, she can’t really say with confidence that she can fully comprehend such an abstract and deeply internalized theory, but if what she’s feeling in the present moment can be any indication of firsthand experience, then she’s right on the money.

The first time Y/n Y/l/n fell in love, her heart was broken almost immediately. And that’s the part of the movie that no one ever talks about, not really. In a typical hour and half feature, two people meet, and like magnets are drawn to each other as though it were destiny. Sure, there’s going to be some sort of obstacle they have to conquer, but everyone knows that a happy ending is inevitable –– it’s just how it is!

Except fairytales aren’t applicable to real-life scenarios, and not every challenge can be overcome because that’s just how life works. Someone explain to her why in the world she would want to watch a movie that had given her unrealistic perceptions of something that ended up sucking so much that even these few weeks later, she can barely look him in the eyes for more than twenty seconds at a time.

So, as Y/n stares down at her little brother, her lips tightly pursed and eyes narrowed in an almost alarming manner, she believes this might be the first time she’s ever wanted to pass up an offer.

“Why don’t you pick another movie? I think we have Horton Hears a Who lying around here somewhere?”

Mason scrunches his nose with distaste. “That movie is lame!” he whines, “I want to watch Sebastian!”

Y/n shifts in place, tucking one leg into her thigh and pulling her sleeves over her hands. “But you know, that movie is just so...you know,” she tries explaining. “I mean, that whole ‘love at first sight’ thing seems a bit silly, don’t you think? Like just because he might seem like the most perfect guy in the world doesn’t mean he really is, right? No matter how cute he is or how thoughtful he can be, it doesn’t prove that he’s the one for her. He almost married another girl!”

“But he didn’t!” Mason counters. “They live happily ever after in the end, Y/n.”

Just as she’s about to retaliate –– and she really can’t believe she’s about to have this argument with a six-year-old –– her mother sits herself down beside Mason. The little climbs into his mommy’s lap, finding a comfortable position and grinning widely when he sees the plate of goodies she’s just brought over.

Olivia reaches over, pushing her daughter’s hair behind her ears. “He’s right, you know,” she says knowingly, propping her chin up with her hand. “Things take time. Mulan saved China after going to war, and the Beast turned back into a prince after ten years. Most of the time, the best things to happen come at the end.”

***

Harry hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.

And it’s not because he’s had nonstop tests and quizzes in all of his classes (he thinks the teachers have planned to make everyone’s life miserable by assigning their assessments on the same day in the same week) or that their neighbor’s, the Lee’s, just recently got a Pomeranian that barks twenty-three out of twenty-four hours a day and drives his sister up the walls.

No, it’s because he hadn’t expected them to turn into this. To this day, her words from two weeks before play over and over in his head like a broken record, no matter how much he begs for his mind to shut off. He still can’t figure out how she expects him to forget about all of that? Like it meant nothing to either of them? Obviously, he can’t speak for her, but to him, it definitely wasn’t nothing. He doesn’t even know how to talk to her normally anymore, unless it’s about school work or what they had for dinner the night before or even if she has a lot of homework in any of the classes they don’t share just because he feels it’s the only way she’ll give him the time of day anymore. It’s become incredibly frustrating for him, they had grown to be good friends since they met over a month and a half ago, at the level where they could openly joke with each other and talk completely nonsense and steal fries off each other’s tray during lunch. Now, it feels like they’ve backtracked ten steps into negative territory, and he’s become trapped in a room without a door.

So, as he tosses and turns under the cotton sheets, unable to find a position to soothe his back and support the ache carried in his neck, he thinks he might have just become an insomniac with how his mind refuses to shut off for at least six hours. All he really wants is for this horrible feeling go away, and if not, maybe just until morning when this vicious cycle of self-deprecation starts over. Everything just feels a mess, and no word of advice, not even from Maxxie, his mum or granddad –– and yes, he spent about an hour on an overseas call that will surely come out of his allowance for the next two months because these phone companies charge a damn fortune a minute –– can help him recover from this fuck up.

“For fuck sake...” he groans, his hands aggressively wiping down his face, dragging down on the darkened skin under his eyes.

He can’t even remember a time when he didn’t feel like complete shit, that’s how much he hates this predicament. Why are things so much simpler in his head? Tell the girl he fancies that just one flutter of her lashes, he’s weak at the knees and would go through hell to move mountains if she asked him to. But right now? He’d be surprised if she asked him to do anything but awkwardly peek at his notes because she missed something their teacher said.

Only when a faint light passes through the spaces between his fingers does he bother to let himself be strayed from his thoughts. His phone begins to vibrate on his nightstand, and he begrudgingly tells his sore arm to extend itself in its direction. The crease between his brows deepens when he sees the name flash on the screen.

“Hello?” he answers skeptically.

“Did I wake you?” the voice on the other end asks.

Harry snorts, his hand returning to his forehead and pushing his hair back. “I haven’t slept in days,” a loud sigh follows. “What can I do for you, Cici?”

“Look, I know things are weird between you and Y/n right now, but...”

“Getting friend zoned will do that to you, I guess,” he says, completely deflated. He sits up, his knees bent and other hand wrapping around his blanket-covered ankles.

It’s Cici’s turn to let out a humorless chuckle. “Well, you’d have to have feelings for her to get friend zoned.” Harry waits patiently, counting down silently.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Oh, get the fuck out!” she screams into his ear.

“Yup,” he lets the “p” pop off his lips.

The line becomes static for a moment, and he has to check that the call hasn’t dropped. He releases another long breath. “You, um...you still there?”

“What? Oh! Yeah, sorry. I was just messaging Jared,” she replies. “Wait, so you’re telling me that you like...like Y/n?”

His falls back, eyes shutting tight. “I thought it was pretty obvious, if I’m being honest.”

Once again, the line grows quiet. He wonders if she’s pondering on the sincerity of his words or maybe she’s snickering at how idiotic he must sound right now.

“But what about...aren’t you...you know...dating Zoey?”

“I don’t even li-” His eyes grow twice in size. “Hang on minute, is that Y/n thinks?”

***

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A/N: I’m tired, ya’ll, and two Excedrin’s later, this damn migraine will NOT go away! :( All prompts will be finished tomorrow morning/afternoon! Promise!

In the meantime, here’s this random ass blurb I wrote like two days ago that was inspired by the included pic. :/

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"I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch."

"Summer."

She smiled, looking over at him to see that he was giving her the "be quiet" look.

Instead of obeying, she straightened up and lifted her elbows off the counter. Using the view of herself provided via her propped up phone, she folded over the band of her shorts and tugged on her bra strap.

"You coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal. Help you with your career just a little,” she continued to sing along, turning sideways as she playfully twerked. "You're 'posed to hold me down, but you're holding me back. And that's the sound of me not calling you back."

"Summer!"

She laughed, covering her face while she grabbed her phone. Summer sauntered over to the other side of the kitchen and placed her phone against one of the kitchen aids.

She bent over to make sure it wasn’t going to fall while taking a few minutes to read the comments from the people who were watching the Live.

Summer rolled her eyes and withheld her smirk as he moved behind her, taking an unnecessary amount of time to reach for the mixer while pressing his crotch into her backside.

"Moveeeee," she stressed the ‘e,’ wiggling to push him off. Before he finally moved, he slapped her ass. "Annoying." Chris chuckled as she rolled her eyes and continued to read. "Hurry up. I’m hungry."

"Why don’t you tell them why you have me up here at 3am, baking you a cake," he grunted, going back to fix his wife’s late night craving.

"Because you looovvveeee me," Summer spoke in a sweet voice. "Right, baby?"

"Fuck off."

She gasped, turning to look at him. "Baby." Nothing. "Christopher." She fake pouted. "He’s so mean to me."

Is he really making you a cake in the middle of the night? 😩 I hate this bitch.

I love how he’s complaining yet still doing it 😂😂😂

Girl, you got that boy so whipped. TEACH US YOUR WAYS, AUNTIE SUMMER 😣

If I asked my man to bake me a cake, he’d break up with me. I need me a Chris 😭😭😭

Tell him you get your cake, he gets his. 👀👀👀

Summer snorted at the last comment. "Girl, why you think I’m trying to get him to hurry up?" She stuck out her tongue and twirled her hips. "I missed my man."

"Show me."

"Feed me."

"I tried. You said you needed a break."

Her eyes widened. "Christopher!"

"Is it a lie?"

"No, but that doesn’t mean you have to broadcast our sex life to all of Instagram."

He rolled his eyes. "I don’t think it’s a secret that we have sex, Heat Index. We have children."

"Those are your kids," Summer quickly interjected, tapping her purple nails against the custom granite. "Badasses."

"She’s upset they like me better."

"Lies," she hummed. "They just can’t get over on me like they do you." Reading the comments, she saw that people were asking what happened. "Ya’ll, he came back home today, right? Tell me why those little traitors barely said five words to me since." Summer feigned annoyance. "Papa comes home, and they forget all about mama."

"They could never forget you, sweetheart. They just ignore you."

She stood up, staring at him with a dropped jaw. "What? It’s true."

As the next song came on, she flipped him off while turning her body away to playfully dance.

"I’m not a teacher, babe, but I can teach you something."

I love how she’s not afraid to show off her stretch marks and tummy.

"Y’all know I’m 100% for keeping it real," Summer spoke, lifting up her shirt to show the stretch marks on her stomach and side. She then turned to the side and tugged on her shorts to show the ones on her hips as well as leaning over to share the ones on her chest. "I have a lot of them now that I think about it," she laughed and shrugged. "I always have, actually. But I could care less because I love em, my husband love em, and that’s really all that matters."

She continued to dance and hum along, watching Chris pour the batter in the bundt pan.

Y’all remember the time Summer was on Live and said she’s not that good at twerking, and Chris said she could come practice on his dick? Well, that ass is MOVING 👀👀👀

Summer busted out laughing. "I actually forgot all about that. But I mean...." She winked and looked over to see Chris setting the timer. "Yay! It’s in the oven, ya’ll!"

"Shut up."

"Thank you, baby," she grinned, jumping on his back and kissing the side of his neck. "Te amo."

Chris pretended to bite her hand while walking over so that they were in view of the camera.

"What are they saying?" She asked as he placed her on the counter and leaned over to read the comments.

CHRIS 😍😍😍

A WHOLE snack 👅👅👅👅

I’ve never been so jealous of a celeb 😭 Chris really just out here existing with his sexy ass

Did she even help him? 😂😂

"No," he answered. "She never helps me, but that’s fine. I’d rather her not burn down the house-"

"Babe!"

"Thermometer, the people of Instagram know that you cannot cook."

"He’s so mean to me!" Summer complained, reaching over to grab and lick the spatula.

"She’s always waking me up," he replied to another comment. "It’s either because she wants me to fix her something to eat, she needs me to kill a bug, or she wants to have sex. Not that I’m complaining about the last one."

"Christopher, stop exposing me!" Summer hit him on his arm. "And these are not just regular bugs. Australia has these mutant ass bugs. I almost died the first time I saw a spider. I’m terrified of insects, and he knows this."

Summer ain’t slick. We don’t care about those bugs, sis. Let’s talk about that S-E-X.

I’m honestly not paying attention to a damn thing that’s being said because these two are literally fucking stunning.

Break up with your wife cause I’m bored 👀👀👀

The real question is how often does he actually get up and cook for her though 😐😐😐

"Every time. Why would I not?" Chris seemed genuinely confused by the insinuation that he’d just ignore his wife’s wishes. "She wants or needs something from me, she has it. No questions asked."

"Can you make me another cake for tomorrow?"

"Fuck off, Celsius."

Her jaw dropped as she kicked him in his ass while he laughed. "Don’t let him deceive you. He’s actually an asshole."

"Lies."

"No, but really, guys. Christopher does all of the cooking. I do breakfast, but lunch and dinner are all him." She supplied. "And when he’s gone, I have a private chef come to make everything because the kids literally hate when I try to cook. They only eat Papa’s food."

Chris grimaced. "You really tried to make them eat your cooking? I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to use cruel and unusual-" he was cut off by her jumping off the counter and hitting him in his stomach. "Assault!"

"Shut up. I am so sick of you." She pretended to be upset as he easily grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up. "He’s the real bully." She squealed as he squeezed her sides, specifically where she was most ticklish. "Put me do-Christopher!" Summer both gasped and laughed as he pushed on her back, forcing her to bend over as he thrust into her from behind.

WE FINALLY GETTING THE SEX TAPE, YALL!

GOD IS REAL! 😱

Drop the clothes. I’m trying to see something.

In the kitchen though? Y’all nasty nasty huh 👀

"Guys," she kept laughing as Chris refused to loosen his grip on her hips. "I have to go take care of my husband-"

"Or let your husband take care of you." He mumbled, giving her ass a squeeze before moving out the view of the camera.

Summer’s eyes widened slightly as she caught his drift before she abruptly ended the Live.

“Bye.”

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apriorisea · 5 years

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BTS Imagine Series: Priceless, Pt.4

You x Jin (Part 5)

The next morning, he walks into work with a pleasant smile, ignoring the others’ pointed stares. He works hard, he laughs, he jokes, he plays his role as eldest brother perfectly. He pretends not to notice how hard the others work to make sure he’s never alone, but when he manages to sneak away anyway---thank goodness for the one person bathroom near the practice room---he lets his facade drop. His breath gets caught in his chest and it feels like the walls are caving in. He doesn’t cry, because it’s much harder to put yourself back together after that sort of thing, but he lets himself sit in absolute silence, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. The regret is overwhelming. The only time he can’t feel it is when he’s consumed with the sadness---and he’s learned very quickly that those two emotions have their own distinct tastes. He puts himself back together, pins on a smile, and returns to work. He can tell his brothers are dying to ask him questions, but he evades each and every one.

Until that night, when he’s playing video games with Jungkook. He didn’t want to go home---too many shopping bags, too much silence, not enough you---and so the maknae was the safest choice, as talking through things was not his forte, bless his heart. When he gets to Jungkook’s place, he can tell his little brother has made an effort: there are snacks and drinks and a stack of video games waiting for him. They play for hours, non-stop, laughing and joking and taunting each other, and even though Jin can’t ignore the dull ache in his chest, he manages to push it to the side. He works so hard to convince himself he’s fine that he forgets to keep an eye on his gaming companion, so he doesn’t even notice when Jungkook turns off the game, he doesn’t notice anything is off until he hears his baby brother’s soft voice say, “Hyung, I don’t understand. What hurts so much that you can’t even call her?”

He looks over blankly, feeling the tears push at the back of his throat, and runs through a million different lies in his head before the truth slips out: “She doesn’t see a future with me.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?? That can’t be true.”

“She said that she would never be able to rely on my millions, so she had to be careful with her money.” The words still sting on his tongue. “Does she not trust me? She knows I would take care of her for the rest of forever, so....so that’s clearly not what she wants. She thinks I’m irresponsible and she wants someone better than that. Smarter.” He glances at his brother’s face and feels antsy; there’s confusion and disapproval in Jungkook’s expression. Before he can say anything, Jin gets to his feet. “Thanks for the games, bro. I need to get home now. See you in the morning.” Without another word, he leaves, driving home in perfect silence, accompanied only by his crushing misery.

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It’s only been 48 hours, but it feels like eternity. Your hand is actually starting to itch, missing the feel of his fingers intertwined with yours. You stare at the empty space on the couch next to you and suddenly can’t stop your eyes from filling with tears.

“Unni.” Your little sister clears her throat. Seeing your expression, she climbs to her feet, abandoning her sketchpad on the carpet. “Hey.” She slides in Jin’s spot and puts her arm around you. “What happened?”

You sniffle and turn your face away, embarrassed. “It’s nothing.”

“Liar. What’s wrong?”

You feel your lip actually wobble and hate yourself a little, but the words slip out before you can stop them. “I miss him,” you say, inhaling sharply. “I just....” You see the sad look on your sister’s face and it makes you want to cry even more. She rests her head on your shoulder, her arm still wrapped around you, and you close your eyes and cry. When she’d called you the morning after you’d left Jin’s place in tears, you’d refused her offers to come stay with you. She had school, after all, and her own responsibilities. You were still awake when she showed up at 3am the next morning, sporting a small packed bag and your favorite drink. For once you feel a rush of relief that she didn’t listen to you. After a while, you squeeze her knee and she sits up, looking at you with her wide, concerned eyes. “Sorry,” you say feebly. “I don’t know...” you trail off. “I just miss him so much, you know? I miss being around him, and I--I miss his stupid jokes and I miss snuggling with him while watching stupid movies,” you admit suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up at your own words. “I just miss him. And he hasn’t called me in 2 days. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why.”

She studies you for a long moment. “Why did you get so mad about the car, unni?” she asks quietly.

“I--” you hesitate. You’d been asking yourself that same question for the last 48 hours. “It wasn’t just about the car.” When she waits patiently, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “It’s just....I felt like one of those vapid housewives on reality TV shows, you know? Who just...exist....and their rich old millionaire husband buys them gifts all the time to keep them satisfied.” The look on her face explained quite plainly that she didn’t know what you meant. You close your eyes and bite your lip as you think for a long moment. “It wasn’t supposed to be such a big deal,” you admit quietly, eyes still shut. “I’ve just felt frustrated for a while now, because he goes out and he buys stuff without asking me or even warning me, or discussing with me. Like--we could be using all that money to save for a house in the future.”

She snorts under her breath. “Sis, I don’t think he needs to worry about saving a set amount of money to buy you a house.”

“But I don’t want to feel like a gold-digger.” You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “I want to go through these things together, you know, as a couple, I want to feel like I’m a part of this, instead of someone who just got lucky enough to date one of the richest men in the country.”

“Ah.” She nods. “So it hurt your pride.”

You look at her sharply. “N---maybe. But still, it wasn’t supposed to turn into anything big. And it did, and I don’t know why, I don’t----he told me, actually told me, that he was going to go look for someone who wouldn’t judge him, someone who wasn’t so ridiculous, someone who would be more appreciative.” You clench your hands into fists. “That’s more than just a little fight.”

In the quiet after your words, you dare to sneak a glance at your sister’s face. She has her lips pursed, thinking carefully before she spoke. “Why haven’t you called him? It’s been 2 days.”

You feel a sharp jab of pain at her words, but thankfully before you have time to answer, someone knocks on your door, and 3 seconds later the lock clicks open to reveal Jimin and Taehyung.

Their faces light up when they see your sister, and she gets up off the couch to hug them both. You take the opportunity to wipe the remaining tears off your face, finishing just in time to field Tae’s bear-hug tackle. You laugh despite yourself and mumble into his shoulder: “What are you guys doing?” You tap his back, asking to be released.

“We heard our favorite dongsaeng was in town,” he explains, holding you even tighter. “We had to come visit! Because,” he pouts, “You didn’t even tell us she was here.”

You laugh and try to wriggle out of his arms. “I did! Where’s my phone--I’ll prove it!” He doesn’t budge. “Tae, seriously, I can’t breathe, let me go.”

There’s a beat of hesitation and then he releases you, looking down on you with a big grin. You shove him away, unable to stay mad for too long, and look around the room for Jimin. He smiles brightly and extends his hand. “Here,” he says, your phone sitting in the palm of his hand.

“Thanks,” you take it from him and happen to catch the look on your sister’s face in the process; something was up. You give her a look, but she immediately grins and says, “We should order pizza or something!”

Taehyung has already opened his phone app. “I’m getting 4,” he announces, “So we can each have our own.”

Your stomach flips. “I won’t need a whole one,” you say, “I’m---I’m not very hungry.” You stumble over the words a little.

With a soft smile, Jimin scoots over on the couch and pulls you into a gentle hug. “I’ll share with you,” he says, kissing the side of your head once. When he leans back, you see concern on his face.

Knowing that the younger two were already in deep discussion about which pizza to order, you shake your head, willing your eyes to get rid of the tears they automatically summoned. “I’m fine,” you whisper, wanting to believe it.

He fixes your hair a little. “Are you?” He slips his hand into yours reassuringly.

The tears get bigger but you swallow hard, refusing to let them fall. You didn’t want to lie to Jimin. The two of you had grown close the quickest, and you’d come to rely on him as your ally and friend, even outside of your and Jin’s relationship. You chew on your bottom lip, ignoring the pain. “...Well, not tonight,” you admit.

“He loves you.”

You look at him, forgetting for one second to fight your tears. One slips down your face, but you don’t move.

“He loves you more than anything. I know he does. We all know he does.” He squeezes your hand. “You guys are gonna get through this.”

You can’t look away from his face. “What if we don’t?” you say, barely a whisper.

His face grows serious. “You will. I promise.” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you still love him?”

You nod mutely.

“Then it will all work,” he says, his face breaking into a small smile. He releases your hand to help you wipe some of the tears away. “Do you mind that we crashed your girls’ night?”

“Not at all.” You’re grateful for the distraction, though you don’t mention this to him. By the time you have yourself together, your sister and Taehyung have ordered the pizza and are already arguing over what movie to watch. You force a deep breath and settle back on the couch, comforted by Jimin’s warmth next to you.

They stay late, ignoring your protests about their schedules the next day. Taehyung is determined not to leave until he gets a deep, belly laugh from you. When even your sister is reminding them how late it is, they get slowly to their feet and start shuffling into their coats. You go with them, walking them to the door feeling nothing but gratitude. “Thank you guys,” you say softly, watching as Taehyung struggled to put on his shoe.

“We love you,” Jimin says immediately, reaching out to give you a one-armed hug. He steps back to let Taehyung wrap his arms around you, then says, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You feel some of your relaxed glow fade. Tomorrow night. 3 days ago, you would have had an automatic answer. Now.....you feel a twist in your stomach. “I don’t know. I’ve got to take that punk to the airport in the afternoon,” you say, jerking your head in your sister’s direction with a small smile, already feeling the weight of her absence. “But after that, nothing, really.”

“Good! Jungkook and I were going to check out that new restaurant down by the pier, you know, the German one? Do you want to come?”

No, you think instinctively. Not down to the pier. The pier. Where Jin had kissed you for the first time, where you’d told him how much you loved him, where you’d held him and cried with him after his favorite aunt had died. The pier was your place. “Sure.” The answer is out of your mouth before you have time to think, and once it’s out there, it’s gone.

Jimin smiles. “Ok. I’ll come pick you up, ok?” He leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Have a good night!” With a final smile from both of them, they disappear, shutting your front door behind them.

“That was nice of them,” your sister says, stretching back out on the rug.

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, rubbing a hand across your forehead. They’re the best, you want to say, but you can’t, because that reminds you that now there was a very real chance you’d lose them forever in your life. “I’m stuffed. And exhausted. I think I’m going to bed.”

She nods. “I’ve just gotta finish first,” she gestures down at her drawing and smiles at your irritated scoff. “Stop worrying, unni. I’ll have lots of time to rest tomorrow. You go get some sleep.” You reluctantly agree and get halfway down the hall before she calls, “Are you going somewhere tomorrow night?”

Your stomach twists again at the thought, “Yeah,” you say. “Just out to dinner with Jungkook and Jimin. You could always come--?”

“I wish! Goodnight.”

You close your bedroom door softly behind you and climb into bed, too tired to wash your makeup off. You take a deep breath and check your phone, the same way you’ve checked it every night and morning, hoping to see his name in a missed call or a text. There’s nothing. You wrap your arms over your stomach and curl into a ball, trying not to think about how much you miss him lying next to you.

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walviemort · 5 years

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a bump in the right direction (3/3)

Summary: Killian likes Robin. Robin likes Killian. They don’t think the other one is interested, though, even after spending a night together. But it seems that life has other plans for them when they both come out of the encounter pregnant. Maybe this was just the bump (well, baby bumps) they needed to get together. And starting a relationship while pregnant…well, that’s gonna be an adventure.

rated T | 3.5k | part 1 | part 2 | AO3

A/N: The (hopefully thrilling) conclusion the story that sprawled from a prompt that @killianjonesownsmyheart1 sent to @sancocnutclub. I can’t wait for you to see the art she’s done for this—it’s so sweet!

When Killian burst through the door of the bar not 10 minutes later, Will was getting Robin through another contraction; Robin hoped he hadn’t broken his friend’s hand with how hard he was squeezing. The next thing he saw when he opened his eyes after it was Killian, kneeling down in front of him. “You ready for this, Daddy?”

“As much as I’ll ever be, Papa.”

“Let’s go have a baby, then,” he said, grinning, and placed his hand on Robin’s stomach. Will helped Killian stand, and then Killian helped Robin up, placing a kiss on his temple. “Just don’t let your water break in my car, eh?”

“I’ll try,” he chuckled back.

The trip to the hospital was a blur, and so was everything that happened once they got there. But eventually, he found himself in a bed, strapped to all sorts of things, with Killian holding his hand in the chair next to him.

“Breathe, love—just breathe,” he calmly said through each contraction, never letting his grip against Robin’s fade. Robin tried to be careful when he caught Killian wincing as his contractions got closer together, but he only had so much control when his midsection felt like it was both collapsing on itself and about to explode.

Finally—blessedly—Victor said the best words he’d heard since he arrived at the hospital. “Let’s get you to delivery; it’s time.”

“You’ve got this,” Killian murmured as he stood and pressed a kiss to Robin’s temple. “I’ll catch up to you,” he added, smiling, as they started to wheel Robin out.

“Maybe if you hustle, you’ll be next,” Robin quipped back over his shoulder.

Robin couldn’t see the half smile Killian gave as he was taken to Delivery—but Victor did.

“ARE you next, Killian?” he asked quietly, giving him a visual once over.

“I’ll be fine; worry about Robin,” Killian said, waving him off, just as another contraction took hold. They were still decently far apart, he thought—no cause for concern just yet. He had to be there for Robin and their other child first—he had to.

He started to waddle out of the room to follow his love, but he’d barely reached the door when Victor stopped him.

“At least let me get you a wheelchair?” the doctor offered.

Killian sighed; that did sound better, or at least faster. “Alright.”

Any relief he had a moving to the next stage of labor quickly dissipated—Robin found that pushing was several times more arduous. But once Killian arrived back at his side, he knew he could get through it.

“You’re doing brilliant, love—you can do it; keep going.” A constant stream of affirmations left Killian’s lips and kept him going, even when he was sure the baby was stuck.

“Almost there, Robin—just a couple more pushes,” Victor called out from what was probably a gruesome scene, if the sight matched what it felt like.

Killian was practically leaning on the bed next to him. “So close; we’re so close, love,” he murmured.

And in no time at all—or a seemingly endless moment—there it was. There he was—their son.

“It’s a boy!” Victor declared, and brought the slimy, squirming infant up to Robin’s chest. “Congratulations, Daddy.”

Oh, he was perfect. His lungs certainly worked fine, as his screaming indicated, and he had a fine mess of dark hair paired with a darling face. But he soon calmed once he realized he was in his father’s arms. “He’s beautiful,” was all Robin could say.

“Just like you, love—you were brilliant,” Killian said, pressing a kiss to Robin’s head and then their son’s. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Robin replied, finally looking up at the man he loved—and finally sure enough to say it. “I lo—love? What’s wrong?”

The elation on Killian’s face quickly morphed to pain and he hunched in on himself.

“Killian, what is it?” His hormones were still a mess from birth—he was not ready to deal with whatever was going on.

After another painstakingly long moment, Killian relaxed and stood up, but his expression was still strained. “I...I think...it looks like...my water just broke.”

Robin felt his jaw go slack. It had been a possibility, but one he really hadn’t considered—they were seriously about to give birth in succession?

In the background, he heard Victor go “Goddammit, Killian,” and start giving orders, but Robin tuned the rest out and grabbed Killian’s hand.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“You were my priority. Both of you. I had...I had to look out for you.”

“Well, now it’s my turn to look out for you, okay?”

The chivalrous side of Killian wanted to protest, but his body—or, rather, the thing that was currently trying to escape it—was louder.

“Alright, But not until you’re done here.”

After watching what Robin has just gone through, paired with his own increasingly strong contractions, his nerves were building. But Robin’s hand was still steady in his, even as the doctors took the baby and started to wrap things up on his end.

Another contraction hit and it was Robin’s turn to coach him now. “Breathe now, in and out—that’s perfect, darling.” In truth, Killian was still getting used to having someone take care of him. Looking after himself or someone else came naturally; being that vulnerable himself was taking some getting used to.

He couldn't help but collapse in the wheelchair after the contraction passed, his legs giving out after so long on his feet at Robin’s side.

“Okay, someone get him to an exam room, stat,” Victor’s voice shouted, and then he was in front of Killian. “I’ll get Robin to you soon, I promise; but we’ve gotta get going on you now, okay?”

Killian threw a worried glance at Robin, who gave him a reassuring look and nod. “I’ll be right there.”

“Alright; let's do this.” He didn’t sound confident, but he didn’t have much choice, did he?

Robin felt...he had no idea, really. Excited, drained, relieved, empty, tired—so tired. He felt one part of his heart follow his son out to the nursery and the other go with Killian, so he wasn’t quite sure what he was left with as the doctors sorted out his afterbirth care.

A large part of him just wanted to sleep. But the rest of him, desperate to be there for Killian like he’d been there for him, wouldn’t even consider it. That said, he knew he wasn’t capable of being at his side in the same way. “What am I gonna do, Victor?” he had to ask.

“Well, where would you rate your pain, on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“About 8.23, but decreasing.”

“Alright. We’ll get you on some mild painkillers and then someone is finding you the comfiest, tallest chair they can get. And then we do this all again. You ready?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good enough.”

Killian barely even saw the face of whoever was wheeling him into the room Robin had been in earlier, but thanked them as they helped him into the empty bed on the other side of the room; he wondered now if Victor had done that on purpose.

For a minute, it was just him and the baby, still moving around inside even as it was about to truly enter the world. “Not much longer now, love,” he murmured, holding his belly tight. He had to admit, he was going to miss that part a bit—having the baby so close. But that was pretty much the only thing he’d miss.

Another contraction hit; they were less than five minutes apart now, but growing closer together quickly. He knew he still had time, but he hoped Robin, or at least Victor, would come in soon.

A knock on the door sounded, and the visitor didn’t wait for an invitation in—Regina. He’d nearly forgotten that he’d called her when they arrived. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Robin?”

Killian tried to sit up a bit, but his belly blocked him, so he just relaxed; that was probably better for him anyway. “He’s fine; they’re finishing him up now. It’s a boy,” he said reverently.

“I have a nephew?” Regina whispered, tears coming to her eyes. “Oh, that’s so exciting!” she added, giving Killian a cautious hug. She wiped her eyes when she pulled back. “Hopefully we don’t have to wait too much longer on this one, then; did Victor make you lie down after refusing to leave Robin’s side?”

“Er, something like that,” he replied, scratching nervously behind his ear. “Actually, I’m—”

“Alright, let’s see how far you’re dilated. Hey, Regina,” Victor said nonchalantly as he barged in.

Regina gasped as Victor started his exam. “Oh my god—you’re in labor, too?”

“It would appear so.”

Regina’s excited squealing hurt his ears, but didn’t seem to bother Victor. “Well, you’re not gonna be in here long; maybe another couple hours to go,” he announced. “I’m off to take a power nap; see you soon.” He turned and left promptly after his assessment, muttering something about overtime and vacation days.

“Ahh, this is so exciting! Is there anything I can do for you? Does Robin know? Oh my god, I can’t—I just can’t.”

“Calm down, sis,” he told her, almost chuckling (except that kind of hurt at the moment). “Just...take a seat and let me hold your hand when the next contraction rolls around.”

“I can do that,” she said softly, pulling a chair closer to his bedside.

She got him through a few more before Robin was wheeled back into the room. The bed was barely locked into place before he was trying to get out of it, but the nurses had to press him back down.

“How are you doing?” he settled on asking.

“As best as can be expected when your contractions are barely 4 minutes apart. You?”

“I’ll be better with some pain relief...and when I can hold your hand.”

Killian blushed at the declaration, which was only furthered by Regina’s comment of “You two are freaking adorable.” Thankfully, someone helped Robin into the wheelchair shortly after and moved him to Killian’s bedside.

Again, Robin’s hand found his, and almost all was right with the world; he desperately wanted to hold his son, and he knew Robin did, too, but his love never left his side—not until Victor declared that it was time.

“I’m right behind you,” Robin assured him, and they went and did this all over again.

Regina took the handles of Robin’s wheelchair and followed behind Killian as quick as they could, until they reached the door of the delivery room.

“You’ll take care of him, right?” she asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous.

“You know I will, Regina. But will you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Go check on my son?” He was still getting used to saying that; every time continued to fill him with joy.

“With pleasure,” she answered, grinning. “Now go on—meet the next one.”

Being back in the delivery room but in the other spot was giving Killian the oddest sense of deja vu. Especially once Robin arrived, and his encouragements sounded so similar to the ones Killian had just been giving him.

But the constant pain from his abdomen and pelvis made sure he stayed focused on the present; god, it hurt so much—how much longer?

“Okay, Killian: start pushing.”

“Gladly,” he retorted, though he couldn’t say that felt any better. Only knowing what would come at the end was any motivation.

It seemed like he was pushing forever; had it been this long for Robin? He had no clue, but Robin didn’t waver. “You’re doing brilliantly, darling; keep it up.”

After what felt like an eternity, finally, the pressure released, and Killian could do nothing but fall back against the pillows. Another cry filled the air, just hours after the last, and then the babe who had spent so much time wriggling on the inside was now squirming in the cold air.

“Congratulations, Papa—it’s a girl.”

Killian’s arms immediately went around her when Victor placed her on his chest and oh, she was perfect. Big blue eyes, ten fingers and toes, and the sweetest face he’d ever seen. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to her head, not caring that she still needed to be cleaned—she was still the most beautiful thing he’d since...well, since their son.

“You did it, Killian. You did amazing.” He felt more than saw Robin’s lips against his cheek, and may have swooned when he did the same to their daughter. (Or maybe everything was catching up to him; it was hard to say.)

“Thank you, love—there’s no way I would have gotten through it without you.”

“Not even Hades himself could have kept me.”

Killian used his free hand to grab Robin’s scrub top and pull him down for a proper kiss. Though it may have been too soon for that, given that they both came out of it a bit lightheaded.

But he didn’t care. This was the man he loved, and after the day they’d had, no one could keep them apart any more. “I lo—”

“Okay, I hate to break up the sweet moment,” Victor interrupted, to Killian’s chagrin. “But that one is almost asleep on his feet,” he said, pointing at Robin, then at Killian, “and this one still has a bit to go.”

“I’m fine; I’ll stay for the rest,” Robin insisted, then comically yawned.

“Go, love; I’ll be fine,” Killian assured him. “I’ll see you in a bit?”

“O...okay.”

One nurse wheeled Robin away and another took the baby to clean her up. Killian finally let out an exhale that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as everyone else got him sorted. It was mindboggling how much his life had changed in the past 6 hours, but he almost couldn’t contain his elation, and a few happy tears slipped down his cheeks.

When everything was done, Victor came back into view. “Thanks, mate, for everything today,” Killian told him, suddenly aware of how drained he was. “We owe you.”

“Your insurance company owes me; your thanks are all I need from you. And maybe for you guys to be less stubborn.”

“No promises there,” he quipped back.

“I know. But can you do one thing for me?”

“What’s that?”

“Next time you guys get knocked up, maybe spread it out a bit?”

Laughing hurt, but he couldn’t help it. “We’ll see.”

Regina was still in the room when Robin came back. “Well?” she asked, on her feet immediately.

“It’s a girl,” he answered, smiling sleepily.

Regina grinned back. “Oh, that’s perfect. How’s Killian?”

“He’ll be back in a bit, and he’ll be able to answer better than I can. But if it was anything like me a few hours ago, then he probably won’t know either.”

“That makes sense,” she replied. “And your beautiful son is just fine.”

“Good,” he sighed as he was helped back into the bed, then asked one of the nurses, “When can I see him again?”

“We’ll have both babies moved in here soon,” she promised. “Rest up first, though.”

But he didn’t want to; he wanted to hold his babies close and learn everything about them.

“Listen to her,” Regina warned him, fully aware of how his mind worked. “Go to sleep; I’ll keep an eye on everything.”

“Wake me when Killian’s back,” he said, but sleep quickly claimed him.

Killian didn’t remember much once the doctor had cleared him; he must have passed out on the way back to their room. But when he finally came to, it was to a whimpering baby and someone squeezing his hand.

He blearily blinked his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar walls, and then the last day or so slammed into him: they were parents now.

The first place he looked was at his hand; Robin’s was holding it. Someone had shoved their beds together when he got back in the room, apparently, and lowered the rails that would otherwise separate them. He suspected it was Regina, presently asleep on the room’s couch.

He followed the arm up to look over at Robin, who had the fussing babe in his other arm—their son, judging from the blue hat and the bit of hair sticking out from under it. Robin was talking to the boy with the happiest, softest expression, and he was sure he’d never seen anything more perfect.

Until a second tiny voice rang out in the room, from Killian’s other side; his little girl lay there in a clear plastic bassinet, and some foreign instinct told him she was feeling left out.

“Don’t worry, little one—Papa is here,” he murmured, letting go of Robin’s hand and reaching for her, carefully scooping her out of the crib and bringing her close to his chest. She quieted almost instantly and started gazing around the room from under the brim of the pink hat that matched her brother’s.

“Good morning, darlings,” Robin said from his side of everything. “How do you feel?”

“Better than ever,” Killian said, surprised at how watery his voice was. Apparently, his emotions were still ready to swing on a whim.

“Really? Because I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” Robin quipped, but was staring at him and smiling when Killian finally took his gaze off his—no, their—daughter.

“Well, yes, there’s that. But when I look at these faces, I don’t really mind.”

“No, I can’t say I do.”

They settled into a peaceful quiet for a while, just studying the babe in their arms, and then finally swapping. Holding his son for the first time was almost as emotional as with his daughter—he was so different, yet he could see some of the similarities. And oh, he was so perfect.

“She’s so perfect,” Robin echoed. “I still can’t believe they’re ours.”

“Same,” Killian said, completely entranced. When he finally managed to take his eyes off the sweet boy, it was only to watch Robin with their daughter—but Robin was doing the same thing.

Their eyes met, and they chuckled a little, but there was only one thing Killian could think of to say at that moment.

“I love you.”

Robin’s heart stuttered for the millionth time in the last day. He knew Killian loved him—he’d shown it a million times over in the past hours, weeks, months. But to hear it was something special.

“I love you, too.”

Killian let out a half-smile, half sob at that, and reached for Robin’s hand, tugging it to his lips to press a kiss on it. Robin pulled back their joined hands to do the same, not trusting his sore abs to move the distance to Killian’s face—especially not with such precious cargo between them.

“I tried to tell you earlier,” Killian started.

“Me, too. But then someone had to get dramatic and go into labor.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “As if I could control it.”

“See, I’m not so sure,” Robin continued to tease, and would have more if Victor hadn’t come in, waking Regina in the process.

He quickly examined them and the babies, confirming that everything was going well. “Now, if I recall, there was one more competition you two had—biggest baby?”

“Aye,” Killian confirmed.

“Spit it out, mate.”

“First: names?” he asked, gesturing between the infants.

Robin and Killian met the other’s gaze again and nodded. They’d picked out front-runner names before all this, so they knew exactly what to say.

“This one,” Killian introduced, “is Roland Liam.”

“And I’ve got Alice Regina.”

Victor gave them a rare genuine smile, then turned to Regina, who was smiling through tears; they hadn’t told her about the names yet, and that reaction was exactly why. “Where does the betting pool stand on weight?” Victor asked her.

“Robin has the edge, but not by much,” she said, sniffling.

Victor nodded, and then gave the stats. “Roland Liam: 7 pounds, 10 ounces; 20 inches long.” He placed an updated label on the empty crib before walking over to the other one. “And Alice Regina: same length, but...7 pounds, 14 ounces.”

“Yes!” Killian shouted quietly, gently pumping his fist. “I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin waved off, but he didn’t truly care as long as they were both healthy, which they were.

Victor left, followed shortly by Regina, leaving the family of four alone again.

“So this is it?” Killian wondered. “The start of our own happily ever after?”

“More like the start of our own adventure,” Robin decided.

“I like that,” Killian said, smiling. “It’s certainly been one already.”

“And to think: all because we couldn’t just say that we liked each other.”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me either.”

No one could possibly discount their feelings for one another now—all they’d done was grow, and surely would continue to as their children did, too.

Killian loved Robin. Robin loved Killian. They both loved their babies. And they wanted everyone to know.

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#Fictober Day 30

“Do we really have to do this again?”

(Witch!Shuri)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Elements of racism and revenge against it. Plus, I was inspired by The Craft

Shuri entered the doors to her summer internship brimming over with pride. Having seen some of the world outside of Wakanda, Shuri had a hefty appetite for curiosity. What all has she missed out on? Meeting people like Bruce Banner, Everett Ross, there had to be so many other like-minded individuals who she could bounce ideas off of.

Queen Mother saw her off, hiding her sadness as much as she possibly could. She knew that Shuri could handle things on her own just fine, but her baby was still moving thousands of miles away from home and that left a big hole in her heart. Shuri assured her she would be fine, and T’Challa reminded her as well that War Dogs would be summoned at a moments notice to assist with her protection.

Shuri observed the hallways of the university in awe and amazement. The all white walls were so drab and basic, let alone inefficient. All of the people crowding around her and chattering away pushed to make it to their assigned meeting rooms for counsel and rooming arrangements.

The ginger running things beamed at Shuri as she came in. “Hello! Welcome to the Brilliant Minds summer program! I’m Hanson, I am one of the coordinators that will be working with you this week! Can I get your name please?”

“Yes, I am Shuri, daughter of--er, I mean Udaku, Shuri Udaku.” Shuri laughs nervously.

His eyes widen, “Oh yeah! You’re the royal! Well, I’m sorry for not greeting you properly.” He steps back and bows.

Shuri scoffs. “Thanks, but that’s not necessary...nor was it executed properly.”

Hanson laughs, hands raised. “Fair enough, I’ll practice. But thanks for coming all this way! Here is the itinerary and your dorm key. You will be staying at Atkins Hall, just south of here on the lip of the quad. After today’s labs, there will be a bonfire so we will be roasting and toasting this evening if you’re up for it!”

Shuri takes the papers and grabs her bag. “Sounds good! I’m looking forward to it all, thanks Hanson!” She waves goodbye turning and bumping abruptly into someone.

“Ugh! God! I’ve been attacked!” a ditzy voice exclaims.

Shuri brushes her arm from the collision. “No, it was a simple misunder-”

The short bottle blonde white girl screws her face up like she’s about to spit as she looks back at her brunette friend. “Oh, no. We have must’ve gotten off on the affirmative action floor instead.”

Shuri squints. “What are you talking about? This is the-”

“God, Miqaila, do you understand what she is saying? It’s like nothing but clicks!” Her friend practically snorts her Starbucks at the ‘joke’.

Shuri feels uneasy, looking back at Hanson, who appeared to notice the disruption but looks away quickly.

Shuri holds her head up. “I will not tolerate your rudeness! My eyes have been offended by your face for too long, keep looking that way and it will stick.” Shuri brushes past them.

Miqaila shrieks. “Ew, Ashleigh! I think she got something on me! Is she covered in grease??”

“Bish where!? You wouldn't know soft skin if I slapped you across the face with it.” Shuri yells back, flipping her the bird whilst exiting.

“Probably doesn’t use a napkin after eating so she can knock out her ashy. You know they’re prone to it, so sad, Wipe it off soon, I’m sure it’s ritualistic…” Ashleigh whispered to Miqaila.

Shuri’s blood boiled as she stomped out of the office, beyond offended by the debacle. She hadn’t even said a word to them and they already held so many prejudices, what was wrong with them? It wasn’t the ideal introduction to the program she dreamt of, but she kept walking along to get to her dorm assignment to hopefully realign her mood.

Heading up to the second floor, Shuri finds the room number and tries the key, going inside.

“Hey girl, hey! It’s about time I met my roomie! I thought I was gonna miss ya!” A beautifully dark skinned, statuesque woman with two afro puffs gleamed.

Shuri smiled just as wide. “Yes, sorry to keep you waiting friend! What is your name?” she holds out her hand for a shake.

“Maxine, you can call me CeCe though.” she says, giving a firm grip.

“Nice, I am Shuri-”

CeCe holds her hand up. “Oh! I know who you are! You were on the magazine of Young Engineers Quarterly last month. Girrrrl, you were the youngest and first Black girl on their cover! I have it framed and I’m already kicking myself for not bringing it to autograph!”

Shuri laughs. “It’s not the biggest deal, really. Anyone could’ve gotten it, but with Wakanda being open now, people are just riding its wave. My hype will die down soon.”

CeCe shook her head. “Maybe for some but not I, sis. Shoot, Teen Vogue gotta be next, check out these threads, Ma! This the fashion where you come from?”

Shuri looks down at her royal purple jacket with white piping over her yellow crop top and high waisted capris. “Yeah, the material is very durable from the vibranium elements and of course our designers have a keen eye.”

CeCe bends over to squint. “God, I just can’t get over you. I get salty sometimes thinking about how convenient it is that the ‘random’ assignments always make my roommate the other Black one here, but this time around they did right!”

Shuri puts her luggage on the bed sitting down. “Have you been here before?”

CeCe nods. “Year three for me. I came when I was a sophomore in high school and just kept coming!”

Shuri’s spirits lifted. “So it must be a great experience then? What do you like?”

CeCe puffs out her cheeks in thought. “The food, the connects, the activities when people fuck something up. And honestly, I come back just to get some time to myself from home, it’s the same every year as far as things to do and raggedy people trying to show off.”

Shuri nods in agreement. “Yeah, I got my fair share of that and it hasn’t even been an hour.”

CeCe looks at Shuri pitifully. “Oh man, I know it. These suburban kids think it’s their world alone.”

“I just can’t get why that girl would see me and not even ask my name before insulting me like she did.”

“Oh man, Shuri. You know these white folks care more about an anthill than they would you. They are annoyed when we don’t do better for ourselves, they annoyed when we do. Talk about us being ugly, then can’t stop touching and copying the same features, so it’s a terrible cycle history keeps telling us.”

Shuri looked away, biting her lip in thought. “This is true. I know of their ways, I just thought I would get through this week without problems since the people are of a higher IQ.”

CeCe guffaws, clutching her stomach. “Oh sis! They real bold to try you. Don't you have a secret service detail or something to protect you?”

Shuri squirms a little. “I do….but I wanted to keep as lowkey of a profile as possible. My family would love for me to do that but I refuse to comply, you know?”

CeCe snaps her fingers. “Damn, you better than me. Respect though, the rebelliousness. Stick with me then, cuz I’ll help you get them told. I know you know there are different intelligences. A book smart person does not a wise person make, right? Don’t let it phase you cuz that’s when the bullshit really crops up.”

Shuri and Cece talk a little more about their backgrounds and what they were looking forward to. Before they knew it they had to book it to their lab class. The hall was packed with buzzing students but there were two empty seats in the middle. CeCe and Shuri took their seats waiting for things to begin.

Hanson was at the front of the class greeting everyone and congratulating them on their arrival. Shuri was beginning to feel excited again about getting to know regular people from a world unlike her own.

“This is so cool how primitive the classrooms are. Simple wooden desks, beige solid walls, you really have no choice but to concentrate on what’s in front of you.” Shuri looks to CeCe who is already lightly snoring.

“Ahem, Hanson is it? Can I move please, my vision is obstructed at the moment.”

Shuri looks behind her and locks eyes with a sneering Ashleigh, who is right behind CeCe sleeping.

Hanson stutters a response. “Well, uh, if you can find a place, have at it.”

Miqaila joins her to move. “Thank you! The cocoa butter smell is making my eyes water as well, it’s disgusting!” As they get up and walk by, CeCe is startled awake.

“Damn! Did you fuckin pull my hair?” CeCe yelled from her her chest.

“Ladies, please! We have to stay on schedule, maintain some couth.” Hanson pleads.

CeCe points at Miqaila and Ashleigh. “Long as you tell those to maintain they distance or I won’t!”

Shuri takes a bead on her kimoyos discreetly.

“Oh please, I don’t play with pubes.” Ashleigh snarks as they make their way down the steps. Shuri takes one and rolls it down the steps, stopping it just before Ashleigh’s stride. Shuri says a command in Xhosa, activating a trip wire.

Ashleigh hits the trap falling face forward down the remaining steps, Miqaila dominoes along with her, causing the classroom to erupt in laughter.

Ashleigh flips her hair back glaring at Shuri as Hanson helped her up. “What the...You! You said something, and-and I tripped! You’re a witch! That country you’re from, they're wicked, with their heightened abilities!”

Shuri scoffs. “Do we really have to do this again? Whatever helps you sleep at night...or doesn’t!” She wiggles her fingers and hands around to resemble casting a spell making CeCe cackle.

Ashleigh and Miqaila looked genuinely spooked as they went to two seats in the front, murmuring and looking back at them.

“Ok, if that is all, let’s get back on topic…” Hanson continues.

When the lecture lets out Shuri and and CeCe can’t stop talking about the funny altercation.

“Man, am I glad you did something to them that didn’t get you arrested cuz I had nothing but felonies on my mind.” CeCe said.

Shuri chuckles. “Yes, see? We can’t have you racking up a record. I can handle them just fine with things like this bracelet.” Shuri stops to let CeCe examine the beads. “These are kimoyo beads, I have thousands of programs I can run through them to make them do what I need them too. I’m already trying to upgrade their look to broaden their abilities, but they still hold up well.”

CeCe looked at her wrist in awe. “Whoa, is that what did it? God, how are you not teaching here instead of being a participant?”

Shuri smiles. “They actually did ask me to speak, but I declined. I wanted the regular experience before putting myself out there like that. But that’s not so easy it seems. At least if I was teaching those girls would have to show a little more respect.”

CeCe kisses her teeth. “Please, this is way more fun. You see them for who they are and bring them down a peg. Which reminds me, you coming to the bonfire tonight right?” Shuri nods.

“Then we need to come thru with a plan to fuck with them, so they don’t mess with anymore.”

Shuri tweaks her mouth the the side. “I don’t know. Not like I don’t enjoy a good prank, I just didn’t want to bring that out here. Plus my best stuff is at home anyway.”

CeCe waves her off. “Oh you don’t have to have a bag of tricks! You saw how they acted with you just acting spooky for a second. What would they do if we went full on bitchcraft on them?”

Shuri chuckles. “Bitchcraft? Is that what you call it?”

CeCe nods proudly. “When petty is involved, yes. We gonna put on a show for they asses to never forget. Make em feel like they whole lineage cursed, get it?”

Shuri looks away, weighing the pros and cons as CeCe went on with that she had in mind.

The bonfire attracted a lot of people to enjoy treats and warm flames in the cooling night air along the water. As the night wound down, less than 10 people stuck around to continue the night.

Ashleigh and Hanson were cuddled up by the fire as Miqaila sat across as an awkward third wheel eating marshmallows from the bag.

“Hanson, thank you for helping me up from that tumble I took today. I still can’t fathom how it happened. I am usually so graceful because my feet are so small.” She says, rubbing her bare, sandy foot against his ankle.

Hanson shift nervously. “Uh, yeah, it was nothing. Happens to the best of us.

“It’s just so weird, I didn’t miss a step, it’s like something grabbed my foot or something. I still blame that African girl, she’s not all together.”

Hanson sighs. “Her name is Shuri, and she is possibly the smartest teenager alive today from a royal family. What part of that screams ‘not all together’.”

Ashleigh begins to explain when Miqaila points jumping up. “Look, what’s that?”

A figure in the darkness walks along the water. This wouldn’t be unusual since they were at a party but the figure had was holding a large staff and possibly had the head of an animal.

“Hanson, go yell at it or something. It could be wild!”

Hanson wouldn’t budge. “Shit you not, if you make me go out there, I’m putting you on a plane home tomorrow. I’m not messing with that!”

CeCe peeks through the mouth of her mascot mask as the people begin to notice her. She takes off a kimoyo bead and tosses it towards the fire, letting put her best bone-chilling howl.

As it lands and whirlwind appears, whipping sand in the air. Ashleigh, Miqaila, and Hanson cough and sputter as Shuri appears out of nowhere, eyes rolled back in a trance. She is dressed in a long brown suede skirt with slits on either side, adorned with a shell belt. She wore her bra with a band on her bicep and one of T’Challa’s panther suit prototype necklaces on. With her braids down, she looked rather haunting.

They scream at the sight of her. “Oh God! I told you, look look look!” Ashleigh says, moving behind a petrified Hanson.

“Sh-Shuri? Are you al-”

“SILENCE! Have you know respect for what’s sacred?” Shuri says, her voice chopped and screwed by an altering device behind her ear.

Miqaila has her head in the ground, crying. “We don’t want to die, please don’t hurt us!”

Shuri turns in her direction. “Miqaila…”

She looks up slowly. “Y-yes…”

Shuri points a finger at her. “To live your life as a parasite, makes for a dependent experience. Everything they eat, you shit; do not catch yourself ingesting spoiled food…”

Miqaila freezes listening to Shuri, unmoving until Shuri bore her teeth hissing and tossed sand in her face making Miqaila shriek and run away. Ashleigh tries to follow.

“Stop! You...come here…”

Ashleigh says some Hail Marys as she walks up to Shuri fretful.

“What a shame it is to waste the gift of youth on the ugly decrepit traditions of past generations. Have you learned nothing from the dead?”

“My-my grandparents are still alive.” She stammers.

Shuri scoffs. “Maybe that is the problem. If you care anything for them, you would learn to keep past mindsets in the past, unless you enjoy being a sadist?”

“That's not fair, I'm a good person! My grandparents are of a different-”

“Do you plan to defend them!! Try it! And see what happens…” Shuri does a wave with her hand to reveal Ashleigh’s grandparents in the palm of her hand. As Ashleigh looks, their images began to melt crudely.

“No! No! Don’t please, spare them ma’am!”

“Princess Shuri, is all you shall call me by.” Shuri says, crushing their image in her hand. “Be gone from me at once, and I won’t hurt a single hair on your head.” Shuri snatch a strand quickly. “Hamba uyo bepha inja!!” Shuri says, throwing the strand into the fire. Ashleigh yelps as she runs off.

Shuri then turns to Hanson.

“Uh, please, you know I haven’t been anything but nice-”

Shuri points to him. “But you stay in the background. No better than a pest scuttering along the wall for me to squash.”

Hanson holds his hands up. “I know what it looks like, but what can I do! Ashleigh’s parents give a lot of money here, we can’t just treat her anyway.”

“And if that is true, she should not be excused for blatant racism! She is a pauper to me, but I do not wave it around pridefully. You will be lucky to still work here by morning…”

Hanson gets on his knees at her feet. “No, no, please. I’m almost tenure, come on.”

A howl is heard in the background sending chills down Hanson’s spine.

“My pet is becoming hungry. Maybe sufficing her appetite will forgive your sins.”

“Yes, yes! What could she want.”

“Something of a high rated dining experience. No cheaper than $30 for the entree, and bring a dessert to my room as well. Leave the receipt to confirm my instructions as fulfilled.”

Hansons nods, running off in a hurried pace. Shuri flips her eyes back again and bends over laughing out loud. “Oh my goodness, that was rich!”

CeCe comes out of the shadows, taking off her costume head, laughing as well. “I told you this would be fun! Play into their fears, they won’t test you no more, bet.”

“Bast I hope you’re right. I still think the dinner request was a bit much, but it seemed to stick. Now let’s go home before I freeze to death in the air. I still think being in a shirt would’ve brought the same effect.”

“Nooo, I needed you in full on Queen of the Damned mode. You made them your minions no doubt! And I knew this would make us hungry, might as well get something for nothing; not like he ain't good for it. But you go ahead, I'll be back at the dorm later. Got some loose ends to tie up first.”

The next morning, Shuri and CeCe sit in lecture to await the beginning of class. Hanson walks in nervously looking across the crowd, locking eyes with Shuri. Shuri reaches into her bag and pulls out a receipt, crumpling it up and tossing it on the floor. Hanson looks away, not at all relieved.

Ashleigh walks in quickly walk into lecture, cap pulled over her head as she takes her seat.

“Class, before we begin I forgot to mention our special guest participant, Shuri Udaku of the royal family in Wakanda. I highly recommend picking her brain as she has exhibited outstanding work in engineering vibranium for a multitude of purposes, far beyond her years. Let's give her a round of applause.”

The class gives a hearty ovation and Shuri waves and bows. Maybe she should have been more forthcoming about her background after all. Hanson walks over to Ashleigh, motioning for her to remove her cap. Her head shakes from side to side. Hanson clears his throat. “Today we will be doing preliminary testing. If you have a hat on, it must be removed before we begin.” Hanson looks to Ashleigh insistently.

Ashleigh’s hands find her cap to pull it off. The class gasps at the large bald spot in the middle of her head.

CeCe snickers to herself as Shuri questions her. “Did you do that??”

CeCe nods. “Man, Nair does not smell like her conditioner, she should blame herself. She snatch me, I snatch back. Your hair shit at the bonfire inspired me, like you said something. What was it?”

Shuri looks at her in awe, holding her fist out to dap CeCe. “I just told her to go fuck a dog, but i must say that is genius! Diabolical.”

When lecture let out, Ashleigh walked fast past them without a word, which was way better than before. Miqaila trailed behind her.

CeCe calls out. “Hey, Miqaila!”

She turns, avoiding Shuri’s gaze. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I wanted to get you something as a peace offering, just to say sorry and stuff since you and Ashleigh seem to be going through something, you guys ok?”

CeCe hands her a cup of iced coffee from Starbucks, making Miqaila smile halfway. “No, we are fine, just….working out some kinks and stuff. Learning to work independently.” Miqaila glances at Shuri before taking a sip.

CeCe nods, “Ok, just let me know if you need anything else. Praying for you guys!”

Miqaila sets off and Shuri turns to her, arms crossed. “So why does Miqaila get the Hollywood treatment and Ashleigh is scalped?”

CeCe smiles a big, creepy smile. “That gesture will have her sitting on the toilet for the rest of the day. Your parasite comment gave me that inspo, so genius.”

Shuri’s eyes bucked as she lead her friend along. Never had she met such a petty, mischievous, cunning person in her life. She loved her.

#fictober18 #black panther fanfic #shuri fic #shakafic #fanfic

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