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purple-cat-demon · 3 years

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Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree: Part 5

Genre: domestic fluff

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel

Word Count: 2,746 (long chapter this time)

Warnings: mild harassment

Let's get this trip started! 🤣 Enjoy and thank you for your patience~

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~~Friday 5:40pm A.E.C.~~

“No, no, NoOoO! Where is it?”

The lament came from Hazel’s desk as she frantically looked through her computer files for the recent proposal to send to Victor. Anna rushed over to her boss’s cubicle.

“What happened?”

Hazel looked at her colleague with tears of despair in her eyes.

“I can’t find the proposal to send to Victor! It was here earlier and now I can’t find it!”

Hazel looked at her phone, and saw the time, causing her to panic even more.

‘I’m gonna be late to get home,’ she screamed internally.

“Mmm, it’s gotta be here somewhere, did you label it something different than usual,” Anna questioned. Hazel scratched her head, wracked her brain a bit; then a shout came from Willow’s desk.

“Hey Boss, is this it?”

Both Hazel and Anna ran over to Willow; Hazel scanned the file on Willow’s computer. Relief hit the frazzled woman’s face; she gave her colleague a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, Willow!”

“No problem Boss, but it doesn’t look complete, did you not save it properly?”

Hazel did a double take, eyes widened with fear; after looking it over thoroughly, she hung her head in defeat.

“Dammit… Quick, Willow, send that to me,” she ordered as she rushed back to her computer. As soon as the file popped up, Hazel clicked on it and typed furiously to finish it. After having Anna look it over and make some small corrections here and there, Hazel sent it off to Victor for review.

It was now 6:30pm, and Hazel was apologizing profusely to Gavin via text over being late. Thankfully, her boyfriend had the bags packed and ready to go.

*Ding*

An email notification came through on Hazel’s computer, to which she promptly clicked on it. It was Victor approving the report and wishing her a good weekend. She was puzzled over how Victor knew that she was going out of town, but paid no mind as she packed up her purse and told her colleagues goodbye.

As she made her way to the subway station, her phone rang with a picture of her and Gavin on the screen.

-Hi, my love, I am so sorry for being so late!-

-It’s okay, it’s okay. Where are you now?-

-I’m on my way to the platform for our station’s stop.-

-Wait, how about you just meet me at the platform for the bullet train?-

-What about the luggage?-

-It’s only two bags, I can carry them to the station, no problem.-

-Hhn, okay, what was the platform again?-

-It’s platform twelve, just wait for me there. I’m on my way now, see you soon.-

-Okay, my love, see you soon!-

Hazel meandered through the immense labyrinth that was this particular subway station until she found platform twelve on the upper levels. There she waited against a wall away from the evening rush, right next to a security kiosk. As she was going through her Moments App, a suave looking businessman sauntered up to her.

“Hello there, pretty lady, would you be interested in modeling?”

Hazel looked up with an annoyed look on her face.

“No, thank you.”

“Wait, wait, at least hear me out, yeah?”

Hazel glanced over at the security kiosk, the guard was keeping an eye on her.

“I said, ‘No,’” she didn’t even spare the guy a glance back when she said that. Just as the guy was about to retort, a familiar voice rang clear in the bustling station.

“She said, ‘NO,’” Gavin had appeared behind the guy, with a look that would stop even a mob boss in their tracks. The guy spun around and composed himself in an attempt to intimidate the officer. He paled when Gavin brought out his badge.

“Scram…,” Gavin seethed. As soon as the guard saw Gavin’s badge, he came over and started questioning the guy. Hazel gave a sigh of relief when the guard took the guy away.

“Are you okay?”

She turned to her boyfriend, “yup, I’m just glad you got here when you did.”

Gavin put his arm around her then glanced up at the information screen.

“Our train will be here any minute, let’s go line up.”

“Mhm!” Hazel beamed at him as she took her bag from him and walked over to the loading area. The sleek bullet train stopped smoothly at the platform; doors opening with an audible ‘whoosh’ as people filed out of the cars. Hazel and Gavin boarded the train and found seats toward the middle of the train car. Gavin placed the bags overhead as Hazel settled into the seat next to the window. She stifled a yawn as she looked out the window, gazing at Loveland City all lit up for the night.

“It’s going to be a two hour ride, if you want to sleep a bit then go for it,” Gavin mentioned as he looked his tired girlfriend over.

“But then you’ll still be awake…”

“It’s okay, I got more rest than you did anyway, I’ll wake you up when we’re close.”

A muffled grunt in protest came from his girlfriend; he just smiled tenderly at her, earning him a defeated sigh from her.

“If you’re okay with it…,” she trailed off as the train started moving. Hazel wrapped her arm around his arm and used his shoulder as a pillow. She found sleep right away as Gavin looked through his phone, confirming a booked reservation for a restaurant on Saturday night.

The two hours apparently flew by because the next thing Hazel knew was Gavin waking her up.

“Hey,” he softly called out to her, slightly shaking her arm, “our stop is coming up.”

She quickly composed herself as Gavin got up to get the bags down from overhead.

“We should go wait by the entrance,” he said.

“Mhm,” she replied, still a little groggy from sleep. She then got up, took her bag from Gavin and headed to the entrance with him in tow. The small box that was in his coat pocket fell out and into the aisle. An elderly woman noticed and picked it up, calling after the young man.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Gavin turned to see the woman holding the small box.

“You dropped this,” she said, smiling sweetly. Gavin’s eyes widened in realization as he patted his coat pocket, then proceeded to stride over to the woman.

“Thank you so very much,” he expressed his gratitude profusely. The woman winked and smiled at him,

“Good luck, young man.”

Gavin smiled and nodded, then made his way back to Hazel, shoving the small box in his pant pocket this time.

“What did you drop,” his girlfriend inquired.

“Ah, my train pass,” he fibbed, hoping his slight flush would go unnoticed by her. They disembarked the train and wandered through the station, finding the nearest exit to the surface. From there, Gavin pulled out his phone and punched in the hotel’s address. Thankfully, it was only a twenty minute walk from the station; plus they were traveling light in regards to luggage.

As they walked through the somewhat deserted area, they kept their eyes open for any restaurants that were still open at 9:45pm. All seemed lost and they were ready to find a convenience store for their dinner, when they turned on the street their hotel was on. A noodle shop was still open and served as a welcoming beacon to the hungry couple. Three other customers were enjoying some late night food as well. The cook gestured to the two of them to sit anywhere. Settling on a table for two by the window, the young couple sat down and looked over the menus in front of them.

Hazel made a mental prediction of Gavin choosing the spicy beef noodles after she saw it listed. Moments later the cook came by to take their orders.

“What can I get you two,” he asked while setting some hot tea down for them. Gavin gestured for Hazel to go first; she flustered a moment but soon chose the cold soba noodles. As predicted, Gavin did choose the spicy beef noodles; Hazel smiled at his choice.

“All right, I’ll get those cooked up for ya,” the cook chirped, and went to the kitchen. Hazel took a sip of the hot green tea and lightly sighed; content with finally getting to their destination.

“You okay, my love,” a question came from across the table. Hazel turned her gaze from the window to Gavin; her smile dispelling the concern from his face.

“More than okay, I’m just so happy to be here, with you.”

Hazel clearly saw the slight tinge of red his ears took on under the shop's lighting.

She giggled a little, "and what are you so flustered about," she coyly inquired. He coughed and went back to shipping his tea. Hazel pulled out her phone to see where the hotel was in regards to the noodle shop. When she saw how close it was on the map, she looked out the window and saw the hotel’s lighted sign across the street, only a few doors down.

“We can come here for lunch too, since it’s so close to the hotel,” she said, pointing out the window towards their hotel. Gavin was about to reply in agreement when their food arrived at the table. The spicy noodles smelled wonderful, and for a brief moment, Hazel regretted her cold soba noodle dish; but quickly remembered the spice wreaking havoc on her stomach the last time she ate them. So she happily started dipping her soba noodles in the dashi sauce that accompanied them.

“Mhm!”

“I take it your food is good,” Gavin inquired, smiling at his girlfriend. The furious nodding of her head confirmed this; he chuckled at her reaction.

“Then we’ll definitely come back before we head home,” he said assuredly.

“It looks like you two enjoyed your meals, there’s nothing left,” the cook said brightly as he took the empty dishes from the table. He returned with the bill, to which Gavin already had his debit card out for.

“Heeey, didn’t we agree that I would take care of the food for this trip?”

Gavin thought for a moment over Hazel’s protest.

“Hmm, I don’t remember agreeing to that,” he replied with a mischievous smile on his face.

She puffed out her cheeks in response to his devious behavior.

“I told you, I want to spoil you on this trip,” he reached out to touch her hand, “please let me.”

“But don’t you do that everyday,” she pointed out, blushing vividly while looking out the window.

“Yes, but this weekend is special…,” his voice trailed off.

Hazel side-eyed her boyfriend, cheeks still puffed out.

“Oh? And what makes this weekend special?”

He flushed scarlet and cleared his throat.

“Uh, b-because it’s been a while since we had a weekend to ourselves,” he replied, trying to maintain his composure.

They bid the cook goodnight and headed out towards their hotel, hand in hand. Their hotel had a modern contemporary feel in the lobby, which made Hazel super curious about the room itself. Gavin never actually showed her the room he booked, so it was going to be a surprise for sure. With the key cards obtained, they headed towards the elevators, only to walk right past them and through the glass doors leading into a courtyard. As if almost sensing her confusion, Gavin explained while walking to their room,

“Sorry, the room won’t have the greatest of views, but it has something I thought was better.”

“Oh? What is it,” she eagerly asked.

“You’ll see,” he chuckled as they walked up to the last bungalow in the row. Hazel was taken aback slightly at the exclusivity of the bungalow. Gavin flipped on the light just inside in the entrance and made his way further in. The first thing Hazel noticed was the small kitchen on the right. Beyond that was a small dining table; and beyond that, was a king size bed next to the sliding glass doors to the back patio. Hazel sat down on the bed and flopped backwards.

“Aaaah~,” a satisfied sigh filled the room. Gavin turned on the lamp on the nightstand closest to the wall near the patio doors.

“Pleased with the room?”

Hazel shot up and turned towards Gavin, with a big smile on her face, “Mhm!”

“Wait, you haven’t seen the part that sold me on booking this room,” he said, walking towards a door that Hazel just now noticed.She hopped off the bed as Gavin opened the door. She barely made out what was in the room but then gasped when Gavin turned on a dim light to reveal a private hot springs bath.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, are you sure you don’t need help with this,” she gestured towards the bath, flabbergasted. Gavin just shot her a look of disbelief.

“Really, my love? I’d be offended if you tried to help out…”

Gavin’s expression changed to bewilderment when he saw tears in his girlfriend’s eyes.

“W-what’s wrong?”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“Thank you so much! I was not expecting any of this,” she looked up and kissed him on the lips. He leaned into her kiss as his hands wandered up her back. He broke off the kiss then gently pressed his forehead to hers.

“You want to try it out?"

His girlfriend’s eye sparkled at this temptation,

“Wait, what time is it?

Gavin fished his phone out from his pocket,

“It’s a little after eleven.”

Hazel contemplated for a moment, as if carefully weighing out the decisions.

“Hmmm, perhaps tomorrow?”

“Mm, okay, let’s get some sleep then,” he replied, turning off the light; with Hazel leading him back into the main room.

“Are you gonna use the bathroom first then,” he asked her.

“Mm, if you don’t mind~”

“Not at all, take your time, my love,” he said, kissing her forehead. She then rummaged through her duffle bag for her essentials, and made her way to the bathroom. Gavin walked over to the patio, unlocked the sliding glass door and stepped out into the brisk night. The inky black sky greeted him with a cloudless view of the stars shining brightly. He closed his eyes and made a silent prayer to the stars; in hopes that everything would go well tomorrow at the giant ginkgo tree. Just as some small anxieties were starting to settle in, the sudden appearance of his girlfriend caused him to jump slightly.

“You okay, babe,” she asked, lightly massaging his shoulders, “oof, you’re pretty tense!”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied, almost melting into her healing touch, “just waiting for you.”

“Ah, yes, the bathroom is all yours now~”

He turned and kissed her temple, “okay, be right back,” he then headed off to the bathroom, closing the sliding glass door behind him, while Hazel got settled into bed. The sheets felt cool against her skin; she was thankful he packed a pajama set that gave some warmth on this cool night. Waiting for her boyfriend to join her, she decided to open up her Pokemon Go app. She immediately cried out, causing Gavin to poke his head out of the bathroom.

“You okay,” he asked, slightly panicked.

“Oh! Oh yes, an incredibly rare Pokémon hatched out of an egg just now. Sorry, my love~”

“As long as you’re okay,” he breathed a sigh of relief, then resumed his nighttime routine. A few minutes later, he emerged to join his girlfriend in bed, clad in his favorite pajama pants.

“What hatched that was so rare?”

“A Riolu,” she beamed, quite pleased with herself.

“Which one is that again,” he inquired, climbing into bed. She showed him the newly acquired Pokémon.

“Why is it named Ginkgo?”

Hazel giggled a little, “in honor of our trip.”

Gavin stifled a laugh, earning him a playful smack on the arm.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep,” he urged her while trying to take her phone. Though, he did regret over-reaching as his wound on the right side stung, causing him to hiss and cease his actions.

“You okay,” she inquired, halfway giggling but also concerned.

“Y-yeah, let’s sleep,” he carefully shifted over to give her a goodnight kiss before gingerly settling down under the covers. It was going to be a big day tomorrow, and they both needed their well deserved rest.

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snelbz · 4 years

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The Ranch {5}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @tacmc x @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty

The air was thick in the kitchen as Nesta stirred the sauce she was simmering in the skillet on the stove top. It was her secret recipe, one that won her the hearts of many overseas.

Feyre was seated at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine, staring daggers into Nesta’s back.

Nesta could feel her sister’s stare and she didn’t want to turn around to meet it.

Elain was supposed to be there.

She was running late.

“So,” Nesta began, clearing her throat. “I’m glad you came.”

Feyre said nothing.

Nesta stared into the skillet. “I plan to have a reopening for the B&B. Hopefully near the end of the summer. I was hoping you and Lainy could help.”

Still nothing.

Nesta’s jaw clenched as she dumped a stack of noodles into a pot on the back burner before turning over the breaded chicken on a separate burner.

She could keep trying, but she would only be wasting her breath. Feyre and her hadn’t talked for years, Nesta knew it would be rough. But, she couldn’t live in Velaris without trying to reconnect with the only family she had left, which was why she had invited her sisters over for dinner.

If only Elain would hurry the fuck up.

Nesta reached for her own glass of wine and took a full swallow, turning and staring out the window.

She’d taken to cooking in the main house with its gorgeous up-to-date kitchen. It was the best way for her to still have a little piece of her old life. But the only problem with that meant that she couldn’t get away from him.

And as she gazed out over the pastures, the sun setting on the other side of the farm, she caught sight of his tanned, inked, muscular back as he led his horse back down towards the stables.

He’d shown up at the main house the day after their conversation, asking to talk to her. He had been almost bashful and seemed apologetic, but she’d barely slept the night before.

The last thing he’d said before he’d walked out kept repeating in her mind.

And to think I thought your own sister was wrong about you.

Nesta sighed, not meaning for it to be quite as dramatic as it was, and took another drink of her wine.

“So what made you decide not to fuck him?”

Nesta stilled, wine glass still lingering in front of her open lips. She cleared her throat, “What?”

“Cassian’s more open with Rhys and Az than you are with your own sisters,” Feyre said, hostility lacing her tone. “And, contrary to popular belief, he’s not the best at keeping his feelings hidden.”

Nesta slowly turned to face her youngest sister. She was sitting at the table, golden-brown hair high in a pony-tail. Her arms were crossed, her chin raised high, those gray-blue eyes that mirrored her own full of distaste.

“That’s none of your business,” Nesta replied, shortly.

Feyre scoffed, shaking her head. “You wanted me to come over so we could start over. Well, I’m here, and I’m asking questions. You’re not off to a very good start in mending our relationship.”

Nesta wanted so badly to tell Feyre to fuck off, to get out, but she knew it was just the sudden rise in emotion talking. As her body filled with discomfort, Nesta turned back to the stove, nodding slowly.

She continued to stir her homemade sauce as it simmered.

“It wasn’t right,” Nesta said, simply, words clipped. “I was drunk and got carried away.”

Feyre snorted. “Blame it on the alcohol-.”

“I was as drunk as I was because my sister slapped me in front of a fucking bar full of people,” Nesta snapped.

Feyre kept silent, and Nesta didn’t dare look back over her shoulder. It was true - true enough, anyway. Nesta had deserved to get slapped, no matter what she had told herself up until that point. But, it didn’t erase the fact that it left her embarrassed in a room full of people and shamed among her own family and friends - if they could even be considered friends, which, Nesta was pretty sure they couldn’t.

“I’m sorry I slapped you,” Feyre said, at last, “but, I’m not going to apologize for being pissed.”

Nesta nodded, curtly, staring into the skillet.

A minute passed before Feyre asked, “Wanna talk about it?”

This time, Nesta did look over her shoulder, brow raised.

With tight lips, Feyre shrugged. “I’m trying too.”

After a deep breath, Nesta decided that she should take the opportunity while it presented itself. If she didn’t, the opportunity might not come again.

“He intrigued me,” Nesta began.

Feyre snorted. “Yeah, he has that effect on people.”

Shaking her head, Nesta leaned back against the counter top. “It wasn’t just the alcohol. Maybe some of it, but he did….I was intrigued. He’s handsome, obviously, and he was being kind. And we were alone, and I haven’t been alone with a handsome man in a long time, Feyre. But, then it all started, and I… Everything came back to me.” Her voice had become hushed, and she was staring at her crossed arms, at her index finger drawing circles around a freckle on her elbow. “The last time I was with a man was in college, and everyone knows how that turned out - including, apparently, Cassian, judging by the self loathing in his eyes when he tried to come in here to talk to me this afternoon.”

To Nesta’s surprise, some of the tension faded from Feyre’s shoulders and her eyes softened. “Cassian is a good guy, Nesta.”

“I’m his boss,” Nesta said. “Nothing good ever comes from that.”

“He does this work so he can keep his house and do something he loves,” Feyre began, cocking her head to the side as she watched her sister. Nesta felt bare and vulnerable beneath that gaze. “He makes the money he lives off of elsewhere. You’re hardly his boss.”

Nesta disagreed, but she kept the comment to herself. Instead, she asked, “What does he do?”

Feyre hesitated. “That’s not my information to give out.” There wasn’t any rudeness to her voice, just fact.

Nesta tried to keep the frustration from her tone, but the small laugh that left her sounded bitter even to her own ears. “Yeah, all I keep getting told is that it isn’t illegal, and with all the secrecy, I’m starting to wonder.”

Feyre sighed. “Does he seem like the type to sell drugs, Nes?”

Nes.

Hearing the familiar nickname from her baby sister’s lips melted whatever ice had hardened between them at the change in subject and Nesta turned, sitting down in the barstool next to Feyre.

“We should...talk,” Nesta said, carefully.

Feyre, eyes wary, took another drink of her wine. Nesta could practically see the shields raising again. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“I know, we are, but I just-.” Nesta sighed. “We need to talk about me leaving.” Feyre clearly wasn’t expecting her to bring it up so directly, because she physically flinched. Nesta pressed on. “We need to talk about why I left, and how you felt, and what exactly happened. It’s been almost ten years. We’re big girls now, and I-.” Nesta hesitated again. “I want my baby sister back…”

Feyre’s eyes, the twin to Nesta’s own, softened and she opened her mouth to reply, but the back door burst open.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Elain said, eyes darting between them both, a look of sheer panic on her face.

Feyre looked at Elain, at their sweet sister who was so concerned with their relationship, who just wanted to see her sisters back to normal, and turned back to Nesta. A soft smile graced her lips. “Let’s get coffee one day this week.”

Nesta nodded, a breath leaving her body as she said, “Okay.”

“What did I miss?” Elain asked, pulling out the stool next to Feyre’s.

“Everything,” Feyre assured her.

Elain frowned as she sat. “Even the Cassian thing?” she whispered, even though she was fully aware that Nesta was sitting right there and could hear perfectly clearly.

Feyre grinned as Nesta rolled her eyes. “Yes, and I’m not repeating any of it.”

Nesta pushed herself out of the chair and went back to the stovetop. Behind her, Feyre said, “We’ll blame Azriel, I assume it’s his fault you’re late.”

Elain’s cheeks had reddened when Nesta turned back around. “He came home on his break. He works late tonight.”

“Thought you both had the day off?” Nesta asked, reaching up into the cupboard for a mix of seasonings and spices.

Elain sighed. “Low man on the totem pole once more. They had two mechanics call out, so they needed him to come in and cover.” Feyre poured her a glass of wine and she nodded her thanks before taking a healthy sip. “On the plus side, it’s all overtime. So, we’ll take it.”

“Was Az hammered when he got home last night?” Feyre asked.

Elain snorted. “No, but he smelled like a frat house.”

“Rhys did, too!” Feyre laughed. “I made him shower before he could get back in bed.”

The two girls giggled and Nesta couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. At the familiarity, at the ease of conversation, not just about their relationships, but with each other.

All at once, Nesta was hit with just everything she’d missed.

She felt guilty, as she had a thousand times before, but it was different now, being with them as they chatted about their lives. Meanwhile, Nesta didn’t know Rhysand or Azriel, didn’t know anything about either of her sisters' relationships - just that they were in relationships with good men.

She cleared her throat and turned. She smiled and said, “Dinner is ready. Help yourselves and I hope you enjoy.” Both Feyre and Elain looked at her with their brows raised. “What?” She asked.

Elain said, “That was so…”

“Formal,” Feyre finished for her.

Nesta chuckled. “I’ve been cooking for prime ministers and dukes and millionaire CEOs. It’s a habit.”

Nesta felt a little lighter as her sisters grabbed a plate and filled them high. Once she had her own, Nesta sat with them at the table and asked, “So, tell me about Rhys. He proposed? How?”

“In our backyard,” Feyre said, chuckling as she swallowed a mouthful of pasta. “Holy shit, this is delicious.”

“Thanks,” Nesta said, grinning, “Now continue.”

“Right,” Feyre began, setting down her fork and clapping her hands together. “In our backyard, which may not seem very romantic, but I definitely sobbed. I got home from work and I could hear him playing in the backyard, he’s a musician. Well, in his free time, anyway. So, I follow the music to the backyard and he has the porch lit up with string lights. He was already down on one knee, playing his guitar, then he started singing. I was crying before the song was even finished, and it was a full on ugly cry by the time he asked me to marry him.”

Nesta chewed, slowly, eyebrows raised. “That’s incredibly romantic.”

Elain just rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. “That’s the story we all hear, anyway, but we’ve known Rhys for a long time….”

Feyre laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Azriel swears it’s all made up,” Elain said, piling her fork high with noodles. “He swears Rhys doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.”

“Either way,” Feyre went on, “it happened and Azriel and Cassian have given him shit since. They also beg to hear the song he wrote that he sang when he proposed, but that would only force them to give him more shit.”

Nesta laughed, quietly. “He sounds great. Rhys.”

“He is,” Feyre said, eyes growing soft as she took another bite.

“And Azriel?” Nesta asked, turning her attention to Elain.

“He’s great.” Elain said, smiling, repeating what Nesta had just said.

“I know he’s great, but tell me about him.” Nesta laughed. “I have ten years of things to catch up on.”

Feyre blinked a few times and said, “You really don’t remember any of them, do you?”

Nesta blushed. “I don’t. I feel awful, but…” She sighed. “You both know how I was in high school. I paid no attention to the people around me unless they were you two-.”

“Or Tomas Mandray?” Feyre cautiously asked.

Nesta’s teeth clacked together as her jaw hardened.

Before she could respond, Elain said, “I think there may be a few yearbooks in my closet. Let me look!”

“Please, don’t-.”

But Elain was already hurrying up the stairs, to her old bedroom, where her stuff was stored in a stack of tubs in the closet. Nesta let out a long breath as Feyre, completely humored, continued to eat her pasta.

Elain had come back down the stairs a minute later, the yearbook from Nesta’s senior year held tightly against her chest.

“Okay,” she said, sitting back on her stool, plate forgotten for a moment. She flipped through the pages, to where the freshmen were listed, and displayed Feyre’s picture proudly.

Nesta laughed as Feyre groaned. “Bangs were not my thing.”

“I thought they looked cute,” Elain grinned, turning the page. “Ah, and here is Rhys, before he got all bulky and tattooed.”

Nesta looked at the picture closely and huffed a laugh. “Ten years did him well.”

Feyre didn’t disagree.

Elain flipped through the book and a wide grin spread across her lips as she pointed to Azriel.

“He wears glasses?” Nesta asked.

“Contacts,” Elain said, nodding. “He doesn’t like his glasses.”

“I think they’re cute,” Feyre said, perching her chin on her fist atop the table as they all looked through the book. “Especially on prepubescent Az.”

Nesta snorted as Elain flipped to the next page. “Ah, here’s Cassian.”

Nesta took a good look at the boy on the page. She could tell it was him, he was definitely familiar, but she didn’t remember him from then. His hair was a lot shorter, not at all close to the shoulder-length it was now. His face was clean, he probably couldn’t even grow facial hair then. But those hazel eyes were still full of mischief, even at seventeen as he stared into the camera.

She didn’t remember any of them, though.

She had been too busy living in her own little world.

The back door to the kitchen swung open, and as if he had known she’d been thinking of him, Cassian entered through the doorway.

He paused, hand still on the doorknob, as three sets of eyes shot his direction. Nesta’s heart began to thump wildly against her chest.

His chest, however, was bare, as Nesta assumed was the norm, and glistening with sweat. His hair was shoved back, tied behind his head.

He blinked, and cleared his throat, “Uh, sorry. I just...was going to grab a bottle of water.”

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” Feyre asked, no doubt, Nesta assumed, trying to break the tension.

She could hear the cheeky response before he said it, knew it would be something that would rag on her little sister as if she were his own. She’d bet, at this point, she practically was.

Instead of saying anything though, he pulled open the larger of the two fridge doors, and grabbed a couple of cold bottles of water. His eyes fell on the six pack in the door and as he turned, his eyes caught Nesta’s.

She couldn’t describe the emotions she saw roiling inside. Regret. Shame. Sadness. Anger. Frustration. Longing.

He looked like he wanted to say something, looked like he was going to ask her to talk. Nesta opened her mouth, to ask to do just that when he turned and said, “I’ll start on the stables tomorrow,” and left the kitchen without another word.

“So…” Elain said, sliding the yearbook to the middle of the kitchen table. “You want to tell me what’s going on between you two?”

Nesta stood, taking her still near full plate and scraping the contents into the trash, walking to the sink as she said, “Nothing. There’s nothing going on between us. He’s a ranch hand and I own the ranch.”

She didn’t turn as she turned on the water and began rinsing the plate.

There was a pause. “Doesn’t mean you two can’t be on friendly terms, right? I mean...that was…”

Elain’s words faded away, but then Feyre supplied, “Awkward as shit.”

“Yeah…” Elain muttered.

“That’s not necessary,” Nesta said, opening the dishwasher and putting the plate inside. It was clear he didn’t want to talk to her, didn’t feel the need to discuss what happened that night, or the day before when she blew up at him in the kitchen.

Which, she shouldn’t have. She threatened to take away a job he loved, the home he lived in, and that wasn’t fair, no matter how pissed and mortified she was.

“So, you’re just going to go along working together, and every time you’re in the same room, that’s going to happen?” Feyre asked.

Nesta sighed, her face falling into her hands, her elbows leaning on the counter. “I don’t know,” she muttered.

Elain had hopped off her stool and was walking up behind her big sister. “Cassian’s a reasonable guy, Nesta. He obviously feels just as awkward about it all as you do. You should talk to him.”

She would rather stab herself in the eye.

Although, if she did that, she couldn’t see him riding through the pastures without a shirt on, and that would be a damned shame.

“I don’t know,” Nesta sighed, leaning her hip against the counter and crossing her arms. “We both said some pretty bad stuff. I mean, sure, I want a civil relationship, especially if he’s going to work for me. Sure, I wish I could take some of the things I said back. Sure, I-.” Sure, I’d love to see if the rest of him is as delicious bare as his chest is.

The final thought slammed through her, and she cleared her throat before she could voice it out loud. “The point is, not only did I say some stuff out of line, but so did he and-.”

“And he came and apologized.” Feyre said, looking at her as she refilled her wine glass. “Can you say the same?”

Yes, she should apologize, but she really, really didn’t want to. “Apologizing has never been a strength of mine,” she muttered.

Neither sister said a word.

Nesta groaned, again. “I don’t know-.”

“Bring him a beer,” Feyre suggested, taking a sip from her wine glass. “Beer is his love language. Oh, or whiskey. Yeah. Do that if you’ve got it. A nice bottle of whiskey goes a long way with that one. But do that later, you’ve got the beer now.”

“I can’t-.”

“Come,” Elain said, pulling on Nesta’s hand, dragging her toward the backdoor.

“I can’t!” she yelled, trying to pull her hand away.

Elain rolled her eyes, but now Feyre was standing in front of the backdoor, arms crossed.

“Cassian is one of our closest friends, we can’t have the two of you bringing that shit into our circle,” Feyre grinned. “Lainy, fix her boobs.”

“My wh- Elain!” Nesta cried, as Elain fixed her bra so that her breasts were pushed up, peeking out from her tank top.

“What?” Feyre blinked. “Beer and boobs. Two things you’ll have that Cassian can’t stay mad at.”

“I’m not going out there,” Nesta protested.

“Yes, you are,” Elain went on, hands on her hips. “And you’re going to apologize, because you want to, and because you should. And, because we want you back in our lives, Nesta...and Cassian is a big part of our lives. He’s a good man. Things need to be set straight, and made right.”

Feyre held up a can of beer from the fridge, where she was slowly walking back from. “The beer of peace.”

Nesta decided that Feyre was a little tipsy if she was being this nice, no matter how much progress they had made that evening. Either that, or she knew Nesta apologizing would be a disaster and she wanted to watch the show.

“This is a conversation the two of us need to have by ourselves, I’ll stop by his cabin later-.”

“No, I don’t trust that one bit,” Elain said. “I won’t believe it if I’m not here to witness.”

“I’m the oldest,” Nesta snapped. “I don’t need you two treating me like a fucking child!”

Feyre just grinned wider as Elain looked at her older sister with big, pleading eyes.

“Fine,” Nesta said, the word clipped. “But if I make things worse, I’m coming in here to kick both of your asses.”

“Oh, we’ll be waiting,” Feyre assured her, although Nesta didn’t feel reassurance, whatsoever.

She snatched the beer out of Feyre’s hand, half tempted to shake up the can as she walked out towards the round pen he'd headed for when left. As she approached the half open gate, she glanced down at her chest, and toward the vast expanse of skin, ink and back muscles in front of her as Cassian brushed down one of the horses.

She set the can down on top of one of the fence posts, and listening to Elain and Fayre’s advice, adjusted her bra, lifting her breasts until they were damn near falling out of her top.

She wanted to fix them, to stuff them back down into her tank top, put on a hoodie, go back to the house and crawl in her bed. But even without turning around, she knew that both of her nosy, couldn’t stay in their own business sisters were currently staring out the window at her. And Cassian had noticed her and was heading this way.

Nesta picked up the beer and cleared her throat, stepping through the gate and into the pen.

His boots kicked up the dirt of the pen as he walked towards her, stopping just a few feet away, and Nesta did her best not to watch the bead of sweat that ran between his pecs and towards his abdomen.

She held out the beer. “This is for you.”

Cassian blinked. “Is it cold?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Does it matter?”

He huffed a laugh, although it didn’t meet his eyes. He walked closer to her, then, and took the can from her outstretched hand, just as Nesta leaned into the railing.

As he popped the can open, his eyes had stopped on her overly-exposed breasts. They lingered, for a second too long, before he brought the can to his lips.

“Thanks,” he said, after a minute.

He turned to walk away but Nesta blurted, “Do you need a hand?”

Cassian froze, one thick eyebrow raised. He slowly looked down at her feet. “You’re barefoot.”

She hadn’t had a second to put on her shoes before her sisters pushed her out the door.

Nesta shrugged. “Daisy’s calm enough.” She looked at the nearly all-white mare that Cassian was brushing. “I’ll be careful not to step in shit.”

Cassian chugged the rest of the can and set it back on the post before saying, “Why are you out here, Nesta? Have I done something else to make you disapprove of me?”

She rolled her eyes, frustration filling her. “I don’t even know why I came out here.” She turned to go back into the house.

“So you run?” Cassian asked, the volume of his voice raising slightly. “When something happens that you don’t like or you can’t control, you run.” Nesta paused where she’d been taking a step to go back to the house. The window where there’d been two nosy heads moments earlier was blessedly empty now. “Apparently you’re real good at it. This is the first time I’ve gotten to see it, you know, since you snuck out while my back was turned last time. But it seems to be your go to.”

Nesta had turned back to him, not speaking, just letting him get whatever this was off of his chest.

“What are you going to do when you decide you want to run from the ranch again, Nesta? Huh? Cause you’re coming out here, offering your help, tits out, no shoes, but I don’t even think you know the first thing about this place. What are you going to do when you have to help me bury a still born calf at four in the morning? What about when we have another year where we have to burn the entire field of crops?”

He grabbed the beer can and threw it across the pen. It bounced off the wooden fence with a ping!

“I’ve run this ranch on my own for the past four years. If you’re going to up and run out on me one day, I need you to go ahead and tell me now so I can decide whether or not this is the future for me.”

Nesta hesitated for a moment, unaware he was going to blow up on her like that. Although, she shouldn’t have been surprised. And she shouldn’t blame him. “And if I’m not?”

Now it was Cassian’s turn to hesitate. “If you’re not what?”

“Going to leave,” she said, simply, chin raised. “Because I’m not leaving. My dad… Well, he left me this place and I intend to do my best to ensure that his legacy lives on. So, no, you giant ass, I’m not leaving. And, you’re right, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never been iinterested in ranching, and now that I own this shithole, I suppose I should, shouldn’t I?”

Cassian was watching her, perfectly still, as the the words poured out of her.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” she continued, shaking her head, but she wasn’t looking at Cassian, not anymore. “I have no idea what I’m fucking doing!”

She knitted her fingers into her hair and leaned forward, groaning as she did. “I’m in so far above my head that it’s not even funny.”

Cassian stood there, watching as this woman who’d done nothing but plague his thoughts, day and night, proceeded to break down inside the round pen.

He didn’t know what to do. Whether he should leave her be or step forward and comfort her.

This strong, beautiful woman, who was more frustrating than any horse he’d tried to break and more confusing than them either.

He took a tentative step forward. “Look, we-,” he paused and scratched at the back of his neck. “Nesta, we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s- Can we start over? We’ll forget my stupidity and the other night and the times where you were a bit of a bitch…”

He looked at her to gauge her reaction to his joke. When her head snapped up and he saw a spark in those stormy eyes, he knew he’d struck home.

“When I was a bit of a bitch?” She laughed. “What about when you were a complete and utter dick?”

“I was going to leave that part out of my argument,” he murmured, but he was grinning, because the second she laughed, he couldn’t help himself. “You’re right. I was a dick, and I’m sorry.”

“I am, too,” she said, quietly, a small smile lingering on her mouth. “What I said out of anger and embarrassment….well, I said a lot that I shouldn’t have, and didn’t mean. I know you love this job, Cassian, and you’ve made a home here. I wouldn’t take that away from you. You know, unless you really piss me off.”

Cassian laughed, quietly, looking down at his boots. “Fair enough.”

Nesta nodded, slowly, then looked back over her shoulder, where Elain and Feyre were once again watching through the kitchen window. She scowled.

Cassian noticed, too, once he looked back up, because he shook his head and laughed. “Alright, city girl,” he began, handing her a brush. “You wanna help? If your sisters are watching, at least give them a show.”

She grabbed the brush from his outstretched hand and took a step toward Daisy, but Cassian was laughing, quietly, as he watched.

She froze. “What?”

Cassian just shook his head. “We’re going to have to get you some boots.”

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chappedandfadedvds · 3 years

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Jan 16th, Saturday 15:16

Jens was actually laughing.

Genuingly laughing, when Lotte told them some really bad joke she had heard in school. A dumb pun. But it had been the fourth in a row and they had finally reached the breaking point.

He sat at the table, an half emptied plate of apple slices between him and his little sister, while Lies roamed the kitchen to write down a list of groceries to buy on her way home. She planned to visit their mom and it had weighed heavy on her, when she had admitted this to Jens early that morning infront of the bathroom mirror.

Lies had told him, how much it hurt to live so far away and unable to travel and come home. She would have loved to help Jens over the past year, even if it would just have been for a week here and there. It was the reason why she had been so desperate to secure the position to be send to Brussels.

Not that it been an actual problem, her wokrplace knew very well about her family situation. Still, Lies had said, that the moment she had recieved the plane tickets only a week ago, she had broken down in her boss’s office.

Lies was here though now, thankful for the opportunity to bid farewell to their mother in person at last.

Jens understood the relief his older sister had explained to him. He couldn’t even entertain the thought of not being able to see his mom, while prohibited to visit inmidst the pandemic.

„Oh, I know! There is this one dish Theo and me always make as comfort food. Quite easy, but really nice in winter, with a good hearty broth. I’m going to do that.“ Lies declared vague from where she stood behind the opened door of the fridge. Mumbling something under her breath, while she noted things down on the piece of paper on the counter next to her.

„I don’t know if I should trust you to actually cook something delicious.“ Jens mocked, reminded of the many times that Lies had simply ordered take-out on every evening she was watching her siblings. Cooking was for loosers, she always had said, and simultaneously implied that she was at an absolute loss in the kitchen.

„Says the person who had managed to let noodles get burned to crisps while boiling them.“

„I was ten.“ He defended, cackling when Lies snorted and their gazes met. So much time had passed, but Jens was assured that the loving arguments between them would never cease to exist.

„But Jens is really good now. He makes like a super good riceotto“ Lotte chimed in, the wide smile on her face somewhere between amused and puzzled. She hadn’t much memories of Jens and Lies together, so it was reasonable for her to be unsure why it was funny. Their little sister had been only five when Lies had left.

She had cried for a whole week, but with time passing, she had stopped even mentioning Lies alltogether. She knew her, yes, but she couldn’t tell what they had done or talked about together any longer. And maybe it was a little sad, Jens thought, but it also meant that Lotte wouldn’t miss Lies as much as Jens sometimes did.

„Risotto.“ Jens corrected, while he leaned a little over to ruffle through her hair. She slapped his hand away, stucking out her tounge at him in jest.

„Well, maybe Jens should cook then. I won’t complain.“

„No way, you are the oldest now, you cook.“ Jens quickly proclaimed his flawless reasoning against the mere suggestion Lies had voiced. His older sister barely contained herself from laughing again, instead nodded along, as she continued to write even more things down.

Jens knew that she had come with a rented car from the airport, but the list just grew and he wasn’t sure, if he should tell her off. It looked like she wanted to stock the kitchen for an entire month.

The mood turned a little quieter, only Jens’s spotify playlist filled the house with some comfortable noise, while Lotte sketched some abstract scenes on paper. Jens’s eyes flicked over every once in a while, but it appeared like there wasn’t much reason behind it.

He yawned and stretched his arms, a loud cracking sound in his shoulder earned him a gleeful glance from Lies, who he flipped off. Despite it, he felt younger today. He felt lighter. His breathing wasn’t hurting as much, his thoughts came easier.

Lies and him had talked for hours yesterday. He had forgotten how close they used to be. Which was wierd given their age difference and them not even being the same gender. But somehow they always stuck together. Jens wished she would stay.

The day they had bid goodbye at the airport had been locked somewhere into his head. Even after three years he didn’t dared to touch it.

This all would be easier if he had Lies to live with them. But it wasn’t reality and Lies had made him understand that it was okay to be scared. She had admitted at three in the morning, when they had headed to bed, that it had taken her month to figure out how to live on her own. Especially after she had moved to a different continent, while leaving her family behind. Jens could do this too.

He still had all of his friends around. He had this house. He had Lotte.

He just had to start somewhere.

„I think I’m going to call Lucas.“ Jens suddenly said. For a moment he had considered the possibility that he hadn’t spoken aloud at all. However, it became clear that he had, as both his sister’s heads spun towards him in an instant.

„Really? That came out of nowhere. But good for you. I think you should.“ Lies said, a little startled by his surprising change of demeanour. Only this morning he had still sat depressed and hunched over in pity in front of his breakfast. Jens wasn’t even sure himself where the urge to do it had popped up from.

„Yes!“ Lotte followed up quickly with bright wide eyes. Of course she would be excited.

„Okay. I’m going to do it.“ He declared, more to will his confidence in excistense than aynthing else.

He was nervous. Maybe Lucas wouldn’t even pick up? Jens wasn’t even sure, if Lucas’s mom was still around. This was a bad idea.

The whole conversation from thursday sprung back into his mind. The hurt in Lucas’s eyes and the anger in his words. All caused by Jens. What if the other boy needed more time? What if he wouldn’t even pick up?

The fear must have shown on his face. Jens was sure, because Lies stood suddenly next to him, to push his phone into view. He had been starring at the surface of the table, unmoving, even when Lotte had come closer too, with a hand resting on his shoulder.

„Come on. Call.“ Lies demanded, despite the gentleness in her voice, it still made him take the phone into his hand.

„Alright.“

„Do you want us to leave?“

Good question, Jens thought, unsure how to answer. But then, he wasn’t planning on having the needed conversation over phone anyway. He was scared that words would get twisted and intentions screwed by the missing connection one had face to face.

So he shook his head.

The phone rang four times.

Nothing.

He tried again. Just this second time and then he would put it away again.

It merely managed to make a sound, before the call was answered.

„Jens?“

He sat at the table, his breath on hold, as he listened to the boy on the other end. Jens wouldn’t cry from solely his name being spoken by the person he missed so much for only a couple of days now. He wouldn’t.

That was at least what he desperately told himself.

„Jens? Are you there?“

There was worry in the voice and Jens didn’t trust it. He didn’t deserved it. But he was on the phone, he remembered. He had been the one to iniiate the conversation. He should probably say something.

„Hi.“

Jesus. His voice had certainly cracked, like some fifteen year old teenanger going through puperty. This was embarrassing. But it also helped. Lucas was definitely snorting on the other end of the call. And the three siblings all fell into laughter, with Lies wheezing at her brother’s pitiful attempt to make things right. His sister’s really tried to keep quiet, but it kind of was in vain. Lucas must have heard them.

It took Jens a solid minute to speak again.

„Sorry, about that.“

„It’s alright.“ Lucas said as he took an audible deep breath to calm down to continue. The faintest amusement in his voice still there, even if the mood had turned serious again. „I am really glad that you called.“

It was the earnesty that struck Jens the most. It came unexpected. He had planned to force Lucas to hear him out if he had to. In the strong assumption that the younger boy didn’t wanted to talk to him in the first place. Apparently Jens had been wrong. Again. Like so often. It seemed to become a habit.

„I’m glad you picked up.“

„Of course.“ Lucas replied without any hesitation, it made Jens smile a little. It felt so good to hear him again. To hear him at ease. Jens pushed away the intruding thought in his head, that told him that it probably had to do with Jens’s absence. He hated that he somehow could belive it.

„I thought, maybe we can talk?“

There was a brief pause on the other end, as the call fell silent.

„I’d like that. When?“ Lucas asked and Jens noticed that he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

„Uhm, when?“

„Yes, when?“

The amusement in the younger boy was back. Jens could imagine Lucas shaking his head at the silly and ungraceful awkwardness Jens presented. There was a hand in his view, that lead him to look up at Lies, who tried to get his attention.

„Tomorrow.“ She whispered, nodding her head quickly, while she pointed a finger to herself. „I can watch Lotte.“

Jens loved Lies so much, it was ridiculous.

„How about tomorrow? I could come over to yours.“

„Okay. Be here at one maybe?“

„Yes, that works.“ He affirmed in a heartbeat. Jens would have agreed to any proposed time. It wouldn’t have mattered as long as he got the chance to talk to Lucas. He had an idea what he wanted to say after last night’s conversation with Lies. He knew that it wouldn’t be perfect or maybe even work in his favour, but it would be a start.

„I’ll see you tomorrow then.“ Lucas said.

„Tomorrow.“

They sat in silence for a moment. Usually Jens would have told him that he loved him. But it didn’t feel right, even when the feelings were clearly there. It felt too much to voice it. They hadn’t broken up yet, but it wasn’t as if they were in a relationship still either. So he simply waited.

And then there was a clicking sound and the call was ended.

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ashtheshortstack · 4 years

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take my scars & make them stars - epilogue

Rating: M Ship: Kristoff/Anna epilogue

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sick Fic, Cancer Fic, Chronic Illness, Chemotherapy, Modern AU, Coffee Shop AU, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst with a happy ending, Mutual Pining, Mentions of Character Death

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Anna never thought there’d be a day that she’d see Kristoff in pink, but it wasn’t a bad look on him at all. She really appreciated him coming to the Breast Cancer 5k Run to support her. Of course, Elsa and Gerda had accompanied them too.

While Elsa and Kristoff only wore their matching t-shirts and running gear (which were Anna’s idea--Gerda wasn’t running so she didn’t need one, but she did wear her own pink top in support), Anna wore a pink tutu, pink socks, and a bright pink bow in her curly, bobbed auburn strands. She was quite proud of her decked out pink ensemble. Kristoff also called her cute, so that was even more of a win in Anna’s book.

Anna wanted pictures before the three of them got super gross and sweaty from running, and Gerda happily obliged her when she hooked arms with her sister and boyfriend and forced them to pose with her. Neither seemed to complain, though, which she was thankful for. When Gerda handed her the phone back, Anna was thrilled to see how well the photo turned out. In fact, she was even tempted to post it. She hadn’t posted on any social media in ages, aside from private stories on Snapchat. But she figured… maybe it was time. Maybe, it was finally time to come out with everything she’d been through. The photo itself was very telling. Each shirt had its own message: Elsa’s read “I run for my sister,” Kristoff’s: “I run for my girlfriend” (which Anna loved ) and Anna’s read: “I run for ME.” And damn, she meant it.

She hadn’t been very vocal about her break up with Hans… but better late than never, right? Besides, maybe it was time to show off her new man. Her shiny, new upgrade, she mused to herself.

Kristoff hadn’t posted anything about their relationship either. He told her he’d wait until she was ready to make the information public. Even telling her he wouldn’t tell his family either, but Anna didn’t feel that was fair and encouraged him to be honest with his parents. Including the cancer.

Apparently, Bulda was very insistent on meeting her soon. Her boyfriend explained that his parents had moved out of Arendelle to Rock Valley right after he graduated, but he opted to stay in the area. She could understand that considering what the family had been through. So, they’d decided they’d make a weekend out of it soon and drive up to his parents’ house in the next few weeks. Anna would be lying if she wasn’t nervous--but also extremely excited. Meeting the Bjorgmans would be a wonderful experience, she was sure. But at the same time, she didn’t want to bring up anything she shouldn’t. She didn’t want to be a reminder of what they’d lost… Kristoff had assured her that wouldn’t be the case. But… she still had her doubts.

After smiling down at the photo on her phone, she held it up for her boyfriend and sister to view. Elsa gasped and grinned. “Anna! I love it! Please, send that to me. We need it framed.”

Anna snorted at that. “Is… Is it okay if I post it?”

Her companions all looked surprised at the question. Kristoff tilted his head. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “I think it’s time to stop hiding from the world.”

Elsa wasn’t one to be super emotional. Not since their parents closed her off from the world and forced her to be cold. But when her eyes became glassy, Anna worried she’d said the wrong thing. Quickly, her sister grabbed her hand. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Smiling, Anna nodded and logged in for the first time in forever. She decided that going through and deleting pictures of her and Hans would be the next thing she did. Like the picture of their proposal… yeah, that’d need to go.

But, that was not the time to think of that. The run would start any moment.

Anna walked with race--with an occasional jog her and there--since her endurance still wasn’t quite built back up. She encouraged Elsa to really go for it (her sister had a bit of competitive spirit), and while the flaxen blonde originally seemed hesitant, eventually she decided to go for it in a full out sprint. Kristoff stayed by Anna’s side, holding her hand through most of it.

Elsa and Gerda were waiting for them at the finish line.

o~o~o~o

Meeting Bulda and Cliff went better than Anna expected. It was like meeting the parents she’d never had. Doting, kind parents that truly cared every bit for their children. Anna couldn’t help but imagine how different her life could’ve been if her parents had been the same. But she knew it’d be wasting time to dwell on such things. Her parents were gone, and she couldn’t change that. Couldn’t change them… or who they were.

“Oh, hun… Kristoff obviously isn’t cooking enough for you. You’re so skinny.”

Kristoff hissed at her. “Ma, she hasn’t even been done with chemo a year yet. Chill out.”

Anna felt an inward of panic at the mention of chemotherapy. Would that be an upsetting topic for them? She didn’t want to remind them of their traumatic experiences. She didn’t know what it was like to lose a child to cancer, but she did know that she’d lost her parents. And how that felt…

But Bulda brushed off Kristoff’s comment. “You better be taking care of her!”

“Mom!”

Giggling behind her hand, she watched the exchange of Kristoff bickering with his mother. At one point, Bulda smacked his hand with a spatula when he commented on the amount of spices she put in the dinner she was making. Anna had never seen her burly boyfriend yelp and cower like that, but it amused her more than she’d let him know.

Apparently, she needed to invest in a spatula.

When they sat at the small table for four, Anna couldn’t help but wonder if the seat she sat in had once been meant for Pepper. Swallowing thickly, she picked at the spaghetti before her. There was a ridiculous amount of food on the plate in front of her. It seemed maybe there was more on her plate than the rest… it seemed Bulda was serious about fattening her up. If this is how Kristoff grew up eating, it’s no wonder he ended up being so thick.

He glanced at her, brows pinching in a silent question. Bulda and Cliff were chatting about their work days, not seeming to notice their son paying them no attention. But Anna just smiled to reassure him and scarfed some noodles into her mouth so as to not worry him further.

Dinner wasn’t awkward by any means. Bulda made conversation rather easily. She asked about her family, mainly Elsa, seeming to evade the topic of her parents. That was probably Kristoff’s doing.

Eventually, Bulda smiled at her. “Anna, would you care to help me with the dishes?”

Blinking, she nodded. “Oh, yes ma’am, of course.”

Kristoff gaped at her. “Mom, she’s a guest she shouldn’t--”

Bulda gave him a look , and the blond’s mouth snapped shut.

Cliff and his son ended up on the back porch, despite how worried Kristoff looked leaving her behind. But Bulda just shooed him, apparently eager to have Anna to herself. As his mother began placing the dishes in one side of the sink, she shook her head with sigh before giving Anna a smile.

“That boy is so protective of you, I swear. You’ll have to tell him you’re a big girl,” she said with a chuckle.

Anna smiled. She wouldn’t admit aloud that she really did enjoy how Kristoff could be overbearing at times. At first, she was a bit weirded out, but as time went on… she realized how much she craved that attention. It was something she hadn’t gotten from her parents, or even Hans for that matter, so a little bit of overprotection wasn’t too bad. Kristoff wasn’t overly possessive or anything, just a healthy enough amount to fret over her.

When Anna didn’t speak, Bulda continued on. “He was the same way with his sister. It’s just instinct for him,” she explained as she ran the water. “Could you dry these for me? If it hurts, just say so.”

Nodding, she agreed. “I can do it.” She was mostly telling the truth. The feeling in her fingers had returned. It was only sometimes when she did really tedious tasks would the painful tingles return to her joints and fingertips.

“I want you to know that you don’t have to be ashamed around us. Or feel like you need to walk on eggshells for us. We lost our daughter, but we can talk about it. It’s alright.”

As Anna dried a dish, she pursed her lips and looked away. “A-Are you sure?”

“Of course, dear. If we don’t talk about her, she’ll fade away. It’s okay to talk about the good and the bad. Acceptance is how you heal. We can’t avoid what happened.”

Chest tight, she nodded. “You’re right. F-From what Kristoff had told me, she was a really sweet girl.”

“Oh, she was a good girl. Could be a little devious sometimes, but it was just cause she wanted his attention. Kristoff was so much older than her, sometimes I worried they wouldn’t be close. They were definitely siblings… picking on each other all the time. But she adored him, and he adored her.”

Anna hummed. “I feel the same about my sister. We didn’t really get to grow up together, but now that we’ve become close, it’s a bond I wish I’d gotten to experience sooner.”

Bulda handed her another dish. “Kristoff told me a little about your family. Not much, though. But I won’t pry. I’m sorry to hear that you and your sister have gone through a lot.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me be honest with you, dear… Never feel guilty for surviving. Just because others didn’t, doesn’t mean you should be ashamed that you did. Always remember that. You deserve to love and live life. Kristoff has never looked at anyone the way he looks at you.”

Anna took those words to heart, filing them away to hold onto forever. Bulda was right…

It was okay to live.

o~o~o~o

Anna sat in his lap, her lips on his as they pressed their bare chests together. Kristoff’s fingers twined into her auburn locks with a gentle tug. She had no idea that hair pulling was a thing she liked, but since her hair had grown out they both discovered something new about her. Kristoff seemed to enjoy it… he’d give her hair a small yank at random times just to fluster her, and it often worked.

But she stopped him, pulling her mouth away from his. Anna glanced down between them, gazing over her body. The marks and scars, the many freckles and bumps…

“Anna?”

Her eyes met his. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

Blinking, his brows furrowed. “Okay…?”

She didn’t want to worry him. Not really. But this was something she’d been avoiding since they’d started dating. And, especially now that they were intimate, it needed to be discussed.

“I-I don’t know if we need condoms or not.”

“...Huh?”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Anna wanted to smack herself. What a stupid thing to say. A horrible way to go about this. Damn, she was an idiot.

“I mean… I don’t know if I can have kids.”

“Oh.”

Fidgeting with her thumbs, she vaguely realized that this was a really uncomfortable position to be in while bringing this up. They were both topless, his cheeks were flushed with kiss swollen lips, there was a very clear bulge pressing against her through his jeans. But she couldn’t let this go on. Not without telling him.

“Dr. Mattias said there was a chance that the chemo could make me infertile. I-I haven’t exactly asked him about checking up with that. So, I don’t know if I can even get pregnant naturally.”

Kristoff nodded. “Anna… I want a family someday,” her heart dropped, “but only if it’s with you.”

Jaw dropping, she couldn’t help but feel stunned at his admission. “W-Wait, really?”

“I love you. There’s no one else I’d rather have a family with. Look, I was adopted, so I don’t have any qualms with doing the same.”

“I-I mean, we may not have to. But I’m glad you’re open to the idea. A-After Dr. Mattias told me about the risks, I did have some of my eggs frozen. B-But there’s no guarantee that it could work, a-and I don’t have boobs and that might cause problems, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up or anything or--”

Kristoff pressed his lips to hers, effectively shutting up her. “I want you , Anna Anderson. No matter what that entails. Whether we have children of our own or not someday, I don’t care. As long as you’re the one with me.”

A girlish giggle bubbled past her lips.

“But uh--” he cleared his throat, “I wouldn’t mind finding out if condoms are a necessity or not because, ya know, I wouldn’t mind… going without?”

Smirking, she simply pushed him down on the mattress.

When Anna woke, bare aside from the sheets covering her skin, she was alone. Kristoff had to be at the jobsite at 6:00AM where he’d work a few hours before heading to the coffee shop. It was nice that both bosses were accommodating him as he adjusted. It was strange thinking about the fact that Kristoff would no longer be the first face she saw when she entered Arendelle Roasts. Oaken was kind enough to allow Kristoff to make his own schedule for his last two weeks. Ama was proud that he would be turning to construction full time after working so hard to learn the ropes.

It did suck to know he would rarely be beside her in the mornings, but when she started her classes at AU then maybe they could share a breakfast since she had to be up anyway.

Rolling over to check the time, Anna laughed at the sight of a chocolate chip muffin sitting on the nightstand waiting for her.

o~o~o~o

The bell chimed as someone entered the door. Anna glanced up from her spot behind the counter, smiling when she saw Kristoff walking towards her.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer,” she cooed.

The blond snorted at her. “Pretty sure you stole my line.”

Anna hummed, a mused tone in her voice. “Nope. Can’t be your line if I’m the one working here now.”

“Because you stole my job.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “I was hired here, thank you. Now, do you want a Maple Harvest or not?”

Beaming, he leaned on the counter. She was thankful it was closing time and there were only two other customers finishing up their cups, so Kristoff heckling her at the counter wouldn’t get her in very much trouble. “Already got my coffee memorized?” he teased.

“Don’t act like you didn’t memorize Elsa’s drink.”

“That’s because you always ordered it as an excuse to talk to me.”

“Lies,” she snapped while biting back a smile. Yeah, he was right. But oh, she would never give him the satisfaction.

Anna went to the machine to begin his order. Ryder peaked around and smirked at her. “You know, I thought you two would get tired of flirting eventually.”

Laughing, she shook her head. “You should know both of us better by now.”

“Touche.”

When Anna returned to the counter, Kristoff was ready with money in hand. She looked between him and the cash before tilting her head with a knowing smile. “It’s on the house.”

“Anna…”

“It’s on the house,” she repeated as she wrote on the cup.

After she handed it over, Kristoff gave her a flat look when he saw that she’d written “Christopher” on his drink. “Why do you torture me?” he grumbled.

“Because I love you.”

She really did.

#kristanna #kristoff x anna #the queen & her reindeer king #ash writes #frozen fic #anna x kristoff #kristanna fic #tw: cancer #tw: character death #cancer fic #angst #hurt/comfort #mentions of chemotherapy #tms&mts #take my scars & make them stars

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misssquidtracy · 4 years

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The Great Tracy Cook Off

I’ve seen a number of posts floating around about the Tracys doing their own version of a cooking show (no idea how old these posts are). Coincidentally, my own mega fic is currently exploring this very scenario.

P.S. Mega fic is now sentient and actively evading capture. This is chapter 46 of 55, though it can stand on its own fairly well. The only piece of contextual information required is the pup named Celery. She’s an ex-stray who Gordon rescues in chapter 27. She makes regular appearances.

-x-

Gordon wrung his hands nervously as the holo-table beeped, signifying an outgoing call.

He was confident that his plan was a good one. He had the backing of Scott, Grandma and Celery.

What could possibly go wrong?

“Gordon!” a well-spoken voice danced around the room, closely followed by Lady Penelope’s holographic form flickering to life, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The aquanaut smiled with confidence he didn’t have, “Hey, Lady P! Sorry for ringing so late, but I have a proposal for you. And Parker and Sherbert, of course.”

Lady Penelope’s eyes widened in curiosity, “A proposal you say? Please, do elaborate. I’m all ears.”

The den was silent for a minute as Gordon’s mind suddenly went blank. He vaguely remembered John once complaining about something similar; a completely rational train of thought disappearing with zero warning, leaving behind nothing but the sound of chirping crickets.

Alan had taken the liberty of dubbing the aforementioned phenomenon a ‘brain fart’. John hadn’t been impressed.

Stood before the woman he harboured a not-so-secret crush on, Gordon felt his own brain fall victim to a fart of epic proportions. Had it occurred outside the confines of his head, everything on the island would have perished instantly (including Virgil’s potted plants).

Celery sneezing jolted the aquanaut back to the matter at hand.

“Uh, I was wondering if you, Parker and Sherbert would like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening. Are you busy?” Gordon asked, dragging one of his sweaty palms along Celery’s head.

“Tomorrow evening, you say?” Penelope repeated, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she twisted to look at something over her shoulder, “Parker? When is the Duke of Norfolk’s garden party? Next Tuesday? Oh, wonderful. Yes Gordon, the diary is empty for tomorrow evening. What time shall we aim to arrive? And do you need us to bring anything? A bottle of wine, perhaps?”

Gordon cringed as drunken memories from the previous Christmas and Scott’s birthday jostled for dominance inside his head, “Uh, no thanks, that’s fine. Just bring yourselves. As for time, does seven o’clock suit?”

“F.A.B,” Penelope chirped, “In that case, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

Gordon was about to reply, but was interrupted by the raspy voice of his grandmother echoing around the den.

“Gordon? Is this pile of underpants next to the dryer yours? I’m about to put a wash on and can’t remember which detergent you like best!” the Tracy matriarch bellowed.

Penelope quirked a playful brow as Gordon flushed scarlet. Of all the times his grandmother could have chosen to take an interest in his underwear…

“I’m kind of busy, Grandma!” Gordon barked, his tone a stark contrast to the pleasant smile he had plastered across his face.

“I remember you mentioned something about a rash?” Sally bulldozed on, oblivious to the distress she was causing her fourth grandson, “I think you might be sensitive to the detergent we’ve all been using. I’m going to try washing your underpants in the same stuff I use for John’s allergies. That should hopefully stop any more nasty rashes from interfering with your missions.”

Gordon felt part of his soul leave his body as Penelope let out an involuntary snort of laughter.

“I think we need to take you for another eye test, Grandma!” Gordon retaliated, his desperation evident, “You must be confusing my stuff with Alans. I never mentioned anything about a rash!”

“Are you sure?” Sally screeched, her voice like nails on a chalkboard, “I remember you complaining the last time you took your wetsuit off. And this pile of undies is definitely yours. I can see your favourite pair of pineapple boxers on top!”

“Nope, your glasses must be broken!” Gordon didn’t think he’d ever felt more embarrassed in his life, “Go and fetch your contacts and tell Alan to do his own laundry! Crazy old woman!”

The silence that followed was heavy, and it took all of the aquanaut’s willpower to suppress the groan of humiliation that suddenly hovered at the back of his throat. In the space of just sixty seconds he’d managed to tarnish his image in front of two of the most important women in his life.

Penelope would never take him seriously again, and Grandma would no doubt flay him alive for calling her ‘crazy’ as soon as she got her hands on him.

“Gotta go Lady P, see you tomorrow,” Gordon gabbled, terminating the comm link before he could faint from embarrassment.

Okay, that was one down (three if he included Parker and Sherbert). Now he just had to convince Kayo…

…which he’d worry about after apologising to his grandmother and pleading with her to follow through with her sensitive detergent suggestion.

Mothers (or grandmothers) always knew best.

-x-

Twenty hours later, Gordon was very much regretting his decision to give the whole cooking malarkey ‘a stab’.

Oh, something was going to get stabbed alright.

Right now, it was most certainly what little remained of his dignity.

“Put the chicken on the stove,” Gordon quoted from the recipe sheet Scott had given him, “Okay, sounds simple enough.”

Stepping over Celery’s sleeping form, the aquanaut fished a packet of chicken out of the fridge before placing it on one of the hob rings, packaging and all, “There, the chicken is on the stove. Now how do I turn this stupid thing on…”

The Tracy residence was equipped with a state of the art kitchen that boasted just about every appliance known to man. The stove in particular was a feat of engineering brilliance; motion sensitive temperature controls, voice recognition and an automated shut off feature to name a few. The latter came in particularly handy when an emergency call came through in the middle of breakfast/lunch/dinner.

Long gone were the days of Scott having to abort Thunderbird One’s launch sequence because he’d ‘left the oven on’.

Unfortunately, it was all wasted on Gordon.

“Let’s crank this thing right up,” the aquanaut muttered, turning the heat up to maximum as he ferreted in one of the cupboards for a saucepan. After locating one that looked suitably sized and dumping the chicken into it, he turned his attention back to Scott’s ingredient list, “Okay, now where does Grandma keep the pasta…”

Celery raised her head in curiosity as her master set about opening and closing every single cupboard the kitchen had to offer.

“We must be out,” Gordon mused, biting his lip in worry, “Never mind, I’ll use noodles instead.”

Oblivious to the rapidly charring chicken atop the stove, the aquanaut trotted off towards the larder to retrieve a packet of instant noodles, pausing en route to grab a Celery Crunch Bar, “Okay, so that’s the chicken and the pasta taken care of. What else do I need…hmm, cream and parmesan. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Both items were acquired without difficulty, although it was with a smidgen of regret that Gordon realised he’d have to limit his sauce intake. Scott had been kind and made his portion of alfredo pasta with dairy free cream the night before, and parmesan was naturally low in lactose apparently. Gordon had no idea if there was even any dairy free cream left, but at the rate the chicken was burning, he knew he wouldn’t have time to find out.

The stove was hastily turned down, its contents smoking like the Australian wildfires Scott and Virgil worked every year to help extinguish. Thankfully, the chicken was saved just short of going nuclear, although the smoke detector didn’t seem to agree.

“Deactivate!” Gordon yelled, huffing in irritation as silence descended over the house once more, “Okay, nearly there. What do the instructions say to do next...”

The sauce recipe that Scott had given him was blessedly simple to follow, however possessed one fatal flaw, much to the aquanaut’s horror.

He hadn’t written down ingredient quantities.

Gordon was so past caring. Between the burnt chicken, noodle substitution and lack of dairy free cream, his hopes of redeeming himself were sinking through the floor. He was just amazed he hadn’t set anything on fire.

“What do you think, girl?” Gordon asked, peering down at Celery who was banging her tail against the fridge door in excitement, “Should we use the whole carton of cream, or just half?”

Woof.

“You’re right,” Gordon announced, dumping the whole carton over the top of the cremated chicken before reaching for the parmesan, “More is always better. I think I’ll add the cheese gradually though; don’t want it to be too salty.”

Woof, woof.

“Of course!” the aquanaut slapped a palm to his forehead and dove for the pepper mill, “Gotta have seasoning”

Woof, woof, woof.

-x-

John had never been fond of surprises.

Mainly because he associated them with heart attacks.

Scott putting a stump-toed gecko in his bed, Virgil accidentally lighting a firework in his room and Alan’s birth had all fallen under the ‘surprise’ umbrella.

None of them had been welcome.

“Are you serious?” John shook his head so fast his brain almost rattled out of place, “Why on earth does Gordon want to put himself through all the stress of playing hostess for the evening?”

Scott sighed as he handed the redhead a mug of tea, “No idea. Said he wants a chance to prove that he can take things seriously. I think it’s probably best to let him get it out of his system. Plus, he’s volunteered to try cooking. He’s a grown man, it’s about time he learnt how to make something other than toast and pancakes.”

John hissed as memories of Gordon’s last unsupervised kitchen stint flashed through his head, “I’m not touching whatever he ends up making. He’ll probably end up using ingredients I’m allergic to anyway.”

“Why don’t you write a list of all your allergies and pin it to the fridge?” Scott suggested, “It’ll certainly take a lot of the guesswork out of cooking for me.”

John grunted in approval, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Scott beamed and raised his mug, “The only kind I have.”

Forty minutes later…

“Seriously?” Scott gaped as his eyes scanned the two pieces of A4 paper John had stuck to the fridge, “You’re allergic to glitter? And shoe polish?”

John gave a sniff of defiance, “Kindly tell Gordon to not use either in his cooking.”

Scott cringed, “Might be too late.”

-x-

Gordon had always taken pride in his appearance.

Sure, he wasn’t as much of a peacock as Scott or Virgil and had been known to go weeks between sock changes, but he was still aware of his Tracy genes.

“What do you think?” the aquanaut asked as he paraded down the staircase, his usually coiffed hair slicked back against his head.

From the safety of the den, Alan snorted, “You look like a roll-on deodorant.”

Gordon gave a disgruntled harrumph before swanning off to check on the status of his culinary masterpiece.

“Chef’s privilege,” the aquanaut snickered, dipping a spoon into the alfredo sauce and licking it clean, “Not bad…could probably do with a bit more salt though.”

In went the salt.

“Better…but it’s still lacking depth.”

In went the parmesan.

“Oh yes, now that’s good. A little more black pepper and we’ll be good to serve.”

In went the black pepper.

“Hmm, I wonder if some of my canned cheese will make it a bit thicker…”

In went the canned cheese.

“Maybe just a dash more salt…”

In went the salt.

“Oh, that’s incredible! One more quick taste won’t hurt…”

In went the spoon.

“Man, that’s even better than the stuff Scott makes!”

In went the spoon again.

And again.

And again…

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds tag #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fan #tracybros #tracy brothers #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #lady penelope #kayo kyrano #grandma tracy #CELERY THE DOG

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rattledazzlebones · 4 years

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This is for the uhhhh Ironstrange secret Santa! I did this like two days ago and I really hope you enjoy it enough 🌚 @music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul @ironstrangehaven

[AU where Pepper wasn't pregnant and her and Tony broke it off before Homecoming. Oh, and Tony's gauntlet DIDN'T kill him. :)]

It was at least three months of near-constant meetings, press conferences and of course, being interviewed on several news stations before Tony could catch a breather of more than dinner and straight to bed. Apparently saving the universe of a psychotic purple Titan warranted some reward, he thinks wryly, stretching in bed languidly. The soft sheets he bought right after the whole ordeal were very much worth it. And it's not like he didn't have them before, but with half the universe gone, you tend to forget at least some luxuries.

Something else that wasn't exactly new, but more of rusty, was the sleeping man with silver streaks at his temples right beside him. Even still, before the Snap, their relationship had been in its fledgling stages. And obviously, the Snap hadn't exactly helped with that.

So it was with extreme relish that Tony rolled over, right against Stephen and put his head on the man's chest with a pleased sigh. His first day off in what felt like years. He frowned once he realized it sort of has been. He only brushed off those thoughts, deciding they had no place to wriggle their way into his brain this early on a very promising day.

Tony only jumped a little when a thin-fingered hand slid through his hair. He scowled playfully into Stephen's chest once he heard the wizard's amused chuckle.

"Finally free from the public view?" Came the gruff voice. Tony could feel the vibrations from his chest against his face. Tony only hums in reply, too lazy to use his vocal cords.

Tony nearly purred when the hand in his hair slowly started to scratch against his scalp before he quickly swallowed the sound down, refusing to show how much he liked it.

"What are our plans today, then, man of iron?" Stephen questions, shifting his body slightly to get more comfortable.

"Don't call me that in the bedroom, I feel like Thor would somehow hear it," Tony grouses, lifting his head to peer up at Stephen's amused expression.

"As you wish," Stephen says solemnly.

"Don't quote the Princess Bride either! You'll make me want to watch it," Tony complains, giving up and flopping onto his back, and after some rearranging, head on Stephen's stomach. He silently lamented the loss of the hand in his hair.

"And why can't we watch it? We're both free today, and the movie isn't exactly hard to find," Stephen huffs, flicking Tony's shoulder lazily.

Tony only pauses. "You know what? You're right. Friday!"

"Yes, sir?" Came her accented voice.

"Put on the Princess Bride, please, sweetheart?"

"As you wish, sir," Was her cheeky response. However, before Tony could reply, the T.V. was turned on and the movie was beginning.

Tony, to be completely honest, dozed a little throughout. His only excuse was Stephen had resumed the scratching at his scalp.

The lazy day continued like this, interrupted only by Stephen leaving the bed to acquire food.

It isn't until early evening that Tony decides to do something else. "You want to go ice skating?" He says, randomly.

There's a contemplative hum above him, as Tony's head is still in Stephen's lap. "Where? If we went out in public, we'd be swamped," Stephen murmurs, scratching a spot on Tony's head that makes him shiver.

It takes a second for Tony to reply, at least strong enough to act composed. "I have a ballroom for very odd occasions. You think you could do your mojo and cover the ground in ice?" Tony proposes, tapping Stephen's thigh absentmindedly.

"I believe so. Would you like to go now?"

Tony grins and sits up, staring at the beautiful man across from him. "Absolutely."

It's about twenty minutes before Tony is wobbling his way out onto the ice, belatedly realizing he hasn't ice skated in years. Fortunately, Stephen seems to be faring about the same.

Tony attempts to make his way over to Stephen with cool indifference, but ultimately fails when he trips on the blade and falls onto Stephen, causing them both to crash. Tony stares at the other man from atop his chest and tucks his head down and laughs. It takes a moment before Stephen joins, but soon enough they're both near tears on a floor of freezing ice.

Eventually, they do get back onto their feet, but this time they continue to hold onto each other. Tony wraps his arms around Stephen's waist and Stephen's around Tony's shoulders.

FRIDAY is smart enough to put on a playlist Tony will deny compiling if ever asked. The two men slowly and with ever increasing confidence, began moving around the make-shift rink.

Stephen soon became bold enough to try and spin Tony, but put a bit too much power behind it and sent Tony into a very fast spin and having him fall to the ground with a dizzy chuckle. He decides not to try and spin him again. He tugs Tony back to his feet carefully before they separate and skate as fast as they could around the rink. Just because they're "superheroes" doesn't mean they're not competitive. Let the media believe what the want.

It's probably after Tony barrels into Stephen a fourth time that they finally decide that's enough. Tony leaves the rink and undoes his laces, while Stephen's cloak creeps from wherever he was hiding and lifts him up dramatically while he undoes the ice on the ground.

After this is done, he and Tony go to the kitchen. Stephen, with his abysmal (yet somehow better than Tony's) cooking skills, just pulls out some thai leftovers from the night before and warms them up.

They eat the noodles in silence, and they can both already tell they're going to be sore tomorrow from the skating.

Tony glances at the clock, and is surprised to find it later than he thought. He immediately drags Stephen to their room after he finishes and puts on A New Hope.

This time, Stephen falls asleep on Tony's chest.

He doesn't mind.

#ironstrange #tony Stark #stephen strange #doctor strange #marvel #my fic

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kyvir · 4 years

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Sincerely Yours

Sarada loves her job, and lost an opportunity because the President gave it to his son, Boruto. Why did Boruto take it? Because he heard there was a feisty manager on the team. Watch them fight, argue, tease, flirt, “accidentally” fall in love, and deny it to the bitter end.

Rating: M Pairing: BoruSara

Collaboration with @kairi-chan!

Chapter Four

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Two weeks after starting his new job as Marketing Director, Boruto was up to his neck in paperwork. His father was a great man, he was kind and thoughtful when it came to his family, his friends and his employees too. Everybody loved him because he was so easy to love.

But he was an idiot.

His desperation to have the position filled made a lot more sense once Boruto had enough time to get in and look into everything. It took time and patience, two things Boruto didn’t have much of with everything else to worry about.

Regardless of how annoyed he was, Boruto kept his complaints to himself and did the work, catching up on all the paperwork. Contracts needed renewing and there were several meetings with clients both old and new to handle. Planning around Naruto’s schedule and everyone else’s was even more of a hassle, but Boruto accepted it.

Everything was fine and well until Naruto denied his son’s most recent proposal. That was when Boruto had it and his complaints were about to fly freely.

While dealing with everything else, Boruto was determined to bring his own suggestions for new products. After all, he had a knack for these things and his father knew that. Never in a million years did Boruto think he’d be shot down and the email he received from Naruto was absolutely horrendous.

Boruto,

Yuck. I will never approve of something so atrocious. Burger flavored ramen??? Not a chance.

Get over it,

Dad

“This bastard!” Boruto groaned, half wanting to punch his computer monitor or at least sling it across the room.

Not bothering with a reply, Boruto instead got to his feet and left his office. He’d confront his father directly over this. For the entire week, Boruto had been thinking about this project and working on it along with everything else. He had Inojin make a mock-design, Chocho make a social media plan and Sarada make a promotional campaign plan. He even managed to get Kagura to commit a few accounts without having the full details on the product. Shikadai even made a projection for him, moved around their stocks so there was room for this new flavor to get on the market.

It was a lot of shit.

And Boruto wanted burger flavored ramen.

When he made it to his father’s office, he didn’t knock. He slammed the door open and glared at the man who was on the phone, kicked back in his seat with his feet on his desk. Naruto scrambled around to straighten himself at the intrusion, nearly dropping his phone in the process.

“Uh, Sorry Gaara, we will talk numbers later. Something came up. Call you later?” Naruto rambled once he pulled his phone back to his ear.

“Alright, dear,” Hinata replied and Naruto’s face paled.

He apparently hadn’t realized he’d accidentally put the phone on speaker when he was fumbling with it. Boruto just rolled his eyes as Naruto hung up the phone and set it on his desk.

“What the hell, Dad? We’re having burger flavored ramen added or else.” Boruto would win this battle.

Naruto’s brows furrowed. “Watch your tone, Boruto. You may be my son, but you still report to me here.”

“Right because your email really set a professional standard.” Boruto scoffed. “Do you have any idea how hard I worked on this project and need I remind you who came to whom begging for help.”

Naruto stood from his table, rising a few inches over his son. “I asked HR to hold the position for you. Just because you have it now, doesn’t mean you will get what you want.” Daddy Naruto was gone, and in came the president of Ichiraku Ramen Corp. “We just released a new line. That’s five products. You do realize that releasing another one within the year will cannibalize them, right?”

“So you would be willing to lose this potential? I just laid down a gold mine in front of you… and this isn’t the first time so you already know. There’s a reason you wanted me here.”

Naruto’s gaze softened and he sighed. His son always came up with creative and innovative ideas. Although a burger flavored ramen does sound atrocious, it could have some novelty potential, as long as it was priced and marketed right. He took a few moments, doing the math and thinking of a way to save the new line but get Boruto out of his office with no more whining.

“Six months. Rotational, on K-mart shelves only.” Naruto raised a finger when Boruto looked ready to retort. “And price it at novelty. I need to gain back my capital for creating a new flavor on short notice.”

“That’s ridiculous. But I’ll accept, only because I have other projects that will be on your desk shortly. If anybody needs to get over it, it’s you.” He couldn’t wait to see Naruto’s reaction to his other ideas.

He would hate them all.

Barely a moment after he returned to his own office, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket with a curse, but his face and mood softened once he saw it was his sister. He hadn’t been keeping in touch like he should. He hadn’t even went to visit in a week.

“Hima?” He asked after clearing his throat and making sure his tone held none of his earlier annoyance.

“I cooked you dinner last night.”

Shit.

“I made your favorite strawberry cake too.”

Double shit.

“I called you… and when you never answered or showed up, I went by your place with your dinner and the whole cake. But you didn’t answer the door.”

It was all over for him.

“Now, just wait a minute, Hima. Work has been a little hectic and what time did you come by?” He had to have already been asleep, otherwise he would have heard her knocking.

“You haven’t called me in days…”

This wasn’t good at all.

“I’m sorry. Don’t be upset, please.” Boruto frowned just as someone knocked on his office door and he sighed. “Come in,” he knew it wasn’t Sarada whenever she didn’t just peek in immediately. As the door opened, Himawari groaned in frustration, she was mad at him. “I’ll make it up to you, okay? Let me take you to dinner, I’ll buy you something sweet and we can do anything you want after.”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers. Got it.” Boruto said as he glanced over at Chocho who was stepping in quietly.

Himawari giggled. “Okay, bro. Pick me up at six. You better not be late. I love you!”

It wouldn’t be easy getting out of work in time to make it happen, but he would no matter what. “I love you too.” He said and then ended the call to give his attention to Chocho. “What’s up?”

She stood there, mouth hanging open and trying to form a cohesive sentence. But didn’t get to spit it out without making some weird noises first. “I just… umm… the meeting got moved to three? And it’ll be in the Noodle Room. Sarada told me to tell you.”

“Right, thank you.” Boruto smiled at her. “Tell her I’ll be there and please have her reschedule my five o’clock to tomorrow sometime.”

Chocho blinked. “Your five o’clock? Isn’t that with the agency?”

“It is. She’ll make it happen. I have to get out of here early today.” There was no getting around it and he couldn’t get out of the meeting so rescheduling was the only way.

“Okay…” was all she could say before going out of his office and practically running down the hall, back to the marketing department’s area. This was big news. Wait ‘til the gang hears their boss was cancelling an outside meeting for a date.

Once Boruto entered the meeting room, his team was already sitting down, whispering to each other about something he couldn’t hear. Sarada was sitting at his left, not saying a word or looking at his direction. She was typing furiously, writing an email and setting a new meeting invitation.

“Sorry I’m late,” Shikadai came in, holding on to his laptop. “Just had to check something before heading here.” He took a seat next to Boruto and hooked up his screen to the projector, showing an excel file with numbers and rows. The columns were full of the products, numbers showing off their demand per month.

“For the cells in yellow, these are the new products. The blue ones are for the burger ramen.” He looked around before proceeding. “I moved the yellow cells down to the end of the year, spreading some of the demand a little thinner for K-Mart to make some room. This is my first suggestion. But what I really recommend is we limit to three or four products for K-Mart and then slide in the burger to take two shelf spaces instead.”

Chocho and Inojin exchanged looks before looking at Sarada. She did not look happy.

“I know, I know,” Shikadai held his hands up. “It’ll hurt the line, but look, “he opened the other tab and showed more demand for other channels. “I got Kagura to get the supermarkets to take more. That way, we don’t hurt the target, and get to let the Burger shine on the convenience store shelf a little more.”

Boruto grinned. It was a sound argument. Didn’t expect anything less from Shikadai. “I like it.” But before sealing the deal, he looked at Sarada. “Thoughts?”

The look she gave him was cold. Oh, she was angry. About what, he didn’t really know. “We would have to redo the whole campaign for K-Mart,” Sarada started. “The commitment I have for the Point of Sales would have to be terminated and reworked. Did Kagura say he could have the account accept it?”

Boruto pouted. What did the sales guy have to do with it?

Shikadai rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, he’s working on it. Hard to deny when Naruto himself asked the account…”

Sarada’s lips turned into a fine line and she looked at Chocho and Inojin. Both of them looking fearful of their incoming workload. “Well, if Mr. Uzumaki insists, we can only make sure it’s launched well.”

Things were going as smoothly as they could, but Sarada was definitely upset with him about something. Boruto didn’t have time to question her about it, having less than an hour to complete his work for the day after the meeting ended. He was rushing and stressed, but as long as it was for Himawari’s sake, it was fine.

It was still after five before he hurried out of his office, already calling her on his way towards the elevator. She sent him to voicemail, probably thinking he was going to cancel on her which made him feel even worse.

“Hima don’t be like this. I’m leaving work now, I’ll be to you before six. Be ready for me okay?” He ended the call and finally reached the elevator, quickly pressing the button to call it. He had no idea where he would get flowers from on the way, so he was now trying to search nearby places on his phone.

He heard heels clicking on the floor and immediately looked up, it was Sarada, on the way to the ladies’ room. Perfect.

“Hey, Sarada!” Boruto beamed as he jogged over to her. “Do you know of any good flower shops near here?”

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, face impassive but still obviously not happy about needing to interact with him. “Flowers? It depends. What’s the occasion?”

“Huh what?”

Sarada rolled her eyes and drawled, “Celebratory? Did someone pass? Or, did you screw up and need to apologize?” She waved her hands around. “Like that.”

Still a little stressed and worried, Boruto didn’t even think about her sassing him. “The latter.”

Again with her lips being in a thin, fine line. “Inojin’s mother has a flower shop down at Seventh. For whatever the occasion.”

“Awesome! That’s on my way. Thanks for the help, Sarada. I’m sure I’ll find something to make her happy there.” He grinned and winked at her before hurrying back to the elevator. He’d missed it, but it was still waiting thankfully and he was able to get on his way.

If he was late, he’d never hear the end of it.

The flower shop was only ten minutes from him. He walked inside with flowers on his brain. So many options, but what would she prefer? Definitely yellow. Sunflowers maybe? His head hurt from overthinking as he opened the door. A bell chimed to announce his entry and he walked in, inhaling the calming aroma of many different flowers.

Boruto walked through, looking at some arrangements that were already made for the day and then at all the different selections they had. These things were difficult for men, especially doting brothers.

A lady with long blond hair and a pretty smile came out from the back and grinned at him. “Hello, dear. What can I get for you?”

“Wow, you must be Inojin’s mother. I see who he gets his looks from.” Boruto grinned back. “I’m looking for something sweet and yellow. Do you have sunflowers by chance?”

The lady’s hand went up to her cheek and giggled at his compliment. “Oh thank you. I’m Ino, by the way. I’m sorry, but we just ran out. I have some daisies and carnations. What would you prefer?”

Thinking quick, he replied, “Daisies.”

“Okay,” she walked around the counter and fetched some from a base nearby. “Do you have a budget I need to keep in mind?”

Judging by how upset Himawari sounded earlier? “No, go crazy.”

Ino’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Wow, not many young men your age say that around here. Must be a really special one, huh?” Ino picked up more flowers along the way and laid them all on the counter.

“Oh yeah. She is. She gets what she wants, always.” Boruto shrugged. He had no plans to change that either. He loved spoiling his sister.

The lady nodded and continued arranging the flowers for him, it wasn’t even done yet but it was starting to look like a huge one. “Known her long?”

“Her whole life.” Boruto nodded and chuckled softly.

Ino hummed and smiled. “She must adore you, then. Quite young, I assume?” She teased. “You look to be just as old as my son.”

“Yeah, she’s a few years younger than me.” Boruto smiled as he stared at the forming arrangement. He was damn glad she hadn’t been his older sister. She wouldn’t have been as cute then.

Ino chuckled and placed the ribbon on the wrapping. “Do you need a card, dear?”

“Yes, please.” He said and when she pulled one out, Boruto pulled his sunflower pen out of his chest pocket and wrote a simple, I love you, before putting the pen back and handing over the card for her to finish up. “It looks great, she’s going to be so happy.”

“Any girl would be,” Ino smiled sweetly and showed him his bill. Boruto thought he was seeing double but even if he blinked twice, it was still the same amount. It didn’t matter, though. He wanted the best flowers for his sister, and these were definitely it. He handed his card over, and Ino processed the payment quickly. When she returned it, she wished him a good night and watched him leave the flower shop with a large bouquet of flowers.

By some miracle, Boruto pulled into his parents driveway with ten minutes to spare. He finally breathed a sigh of relief as he exited his car, flowers in hand. Himawari has never called him back, obviously wanting him to stress over her even more. She really liked giving him a hard time, but he still adored everything about her. The door was unlocked and he let himself in, peering around all the flowers to look for her.

“Hima! I’m home.” Boruto called as he walked through the home, going into the kitchen first.

She came in as soon as he set the flowers on the counter. “Ooh, pretty!” She cooed and danced over, bumping him aside so she could get a closer look—and a feel, and a smell. “Wow, Boruto. They’re perfect. You came straight from work but at least you look nice. Where are we going for dinner?”

“I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Okay, you’re forgiven.” She grinned and hugged him tight.

Himawari decided on having burgers at their old favorite spot. It was a good thing that she had adapted to liking almost everything he liked and even if he was willing to spoil her with anything else, she still took him into consideration. She was an angel like that. She deserved the world and Boruto was here to give it to her.

They took their time over dinner, catching up on his life at work, her life at school and their mom. Boruto hadn’t been to see her recently either and had only seen his dad at work for work. He knew he had to do better and he was going crazy without his mom's cooking anyway and Himawari’s too. She’d learned a lot over the years, things Boruto’s mind just couldn’t seem to comprehend.

So, he promised to join them over the weekend for dinner to catch up after he’d taken Himawari for ice cream and then to the park just to walk by the water there. It was late, but he was able to see his mom for a moment and his dad, without them talking about anything to do with work. It was nice and even though it was a work night, he didn’t mind getting back home late. It had been a good night, Himawari was happy and he had enjoyed himself as well.

Now if only the next day wouldn’t be so bad at work, he would be in a good place.

#borusara #borusara fanfiction #borusara multichapter #Sincerely Yours #Chapter four #borusara office au #double tsundere #boruto and sarada #Kairi-chan #ss-tyytyy #collaboration #Hima is a spoiled princess #Boruto making burger flavored ramen a thing #Sarada is so over him

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writinginthesparetime · 5 years

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A place far away pt.4

pairing: actor!Park Haejin x student!reader

Warnings: famous!au ; college!au ; litte bit of swearing?

genre: fluff

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5

(If needed I will add more warnings and upload the genre tags in next chapters)

Summary:

So that’s how all started.

It was a rainy day in Seoul and I was the new girl in town. Precisely the new girl in college, just moved from europe to study abroad.

How could i ever imagine?

A/n: I’m sorry it tooks so long for this chapter, I swear it will be worth it!

Plus it’s pretty long :) enjoy! :)

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“Wait a moment” Nana was drinking the biggest smoothies the cafeteria in the campus could sell. With tons of strawberries and pieces of banana on top. Nana was even able to get some cream in her nose, funny.

“Mmh.” I mumbled while sipping my coffee, my only drink. My existing was based on a diet of 3 coffee per day. At least.

“Are you sure that was the same guy?”

“Oh my God, yes Nana. We even talked about our weird casual meetings.”

“And he’s nice looking.”

“More like handsome.”

“But he’s older.”

“But he’s not married.” I said back and she laughed.

“So you did payed attention, eh.” She looked at me smiling.

Yes I did. I started staring at my own hands around the cup of coffee. His long and elegant hands weren’t wearing any rings, not couple ones neither marriages ones. He wasn’t wearing any bracelets or necklaces either.

“What is his name?”

Hae-jin.

Hae-jin was wearing only a watch.

“We didn’t introduced.” I hated lying but I couldn’t keep on daydreaming. Ok I saw this man twice, but Seoul was huge, and I was nothing.

“But you drank together, plus your last genius move to not stop right in front of the apartment is just ... epic. You smart.”

Nana got up and she started picking all her stuff.

“I’m not naive after all.” I already felt stupid to drink with him. I kept on saying it was fine, lying to myself. Not convincing at all.

“I got class now.” I said. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“How could we not meet in the hallway?”

We said goodbye to each other and I started walking towards the farthest building in the campus.

I ended up choosing the worst extra class ever: to get better final notes I simply chose the one with most credits. Of course I didn’t look just at this, but eventually decided considering my skills. I ended up attending a basic cooking class.

Since the college’s campus was divided by courses, the cooking class was in a different building, of course on the opposite side of campus. The only pro was the proximity to the actual exit.

I run into the room without double reading the signboard. I wasn’t the last student since many seats were empty. The room was pretty strange: half of it looked like a normal classroom, the other half looked like a restaurant kitchen.

I bowed at the teacher and sat down while he was starting his well prepared speech.

I spent the next hour taking notes about nutritional values, the healthiest diet and food’s qualities. I found my self looking out at the window quite often, the sun setting down slowly. I sighed.

Hae-jin.

The only clue about his life was his expensive watch and his dressing style.

I couldn’t help but keep on thinking about him.

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“And with this spice they made this colourful dust, something close to our modern eyeshadow. Women often used it in combination with some water, they created this paste which was easier to apply. That’s the first time they used colours on their eyes.”

The long awaiting sounding bell interrupted the teacher.

“You can find everything we said today on chapters 8, 9 and 10, please study for the next week.”

I slowly sank in the chair, tiredly massaging my right wrist. Finally the last hour of the last class of the first week.

I looked around and i could see only tired students taking too long to pack their stuff.

In that moment, I wished Nana could appeared and take me out of the room, and maybe buy me food. But I knew this couldn’t happen because she was already at home.

I picked up all my things, throwing them randomly inside my backpack and finally dragging me out of the room like a zombie.

And yet many girls were gathered chatting, someone being even too excited.

“What’s happening?” I asked to a classmate who stopped curiously too.

“Apparently in the afternoon someone famous came visiting the college. Rumours say could have been an idol.”

A girl started screaming at the word “idol”. Both me and the guy started giggling at her reaction.

But, heard the news, since I wasn’t interested in I decided to keep on being indifferent about this drama world and head home. I just wanted to go home before the sunset, finish studying early so I could have the weekend free to chill.

I had only one stop: the library.

I needed this book for Tuesday class. The lady at the desk didn’t even look at me when I stepped in, too busy reading a magazine.

I was one of the last students in there since all the tables, which usually are full of students studying, were empty. Apparently in South Korean you need to study hard, but not on Friday evenings.

I quickly found the right bookcase.

“Food encyclopaedia.” I whispered touching the shelf. “Food ency-“

I tapped on the right book happily, while another hand took it away from me.

I was shocked.

“I’m sorry I actually saw this first.” I said frowning, grabbing the book by one end.

“Y/n?”

This voice.

“Hae-jin?” I almost whispered. He smiled at me.

“How are you?” My sweet look met his. I could never be bored of admiring his beautiful face.

“Go-good. And y-you? What are you do-doing here?”

“Actually I’m her-“

He couldn’t end his sentence because he was interrupted by quick steps behind him.

“Hae-jin!” A girl showed up behind a bookcase. She was wearing a cute pink dress, she looked small and slim. The dress hugged her in all the right places and a hint of jealousy hit me. Black long hair framed her beautiful face. Two big green eyes looked at me.

“Hae-jin we have to go now.” She smiled at me, mocking.

Hae-jin turned at her, not smiling anymore. “Just a minute.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I blurted, taking the book from his hands. Hae-jin and the girl both looked at me confused. I quickly bowed and held the book closely.

“Goodbye.” I sounded so formal it hurted. I run away.

“Y/n!” I heard him calling me but I couldn’t turn back. I didn’t want to. Them talking behind me and then their steps walking away, that’s what I heard before leaving the library, the campus.

I let myself be overwhelmed by all the teens exiting the college, while my pace blent like other’s one. Even if it was past seven already, there still was some sunlight and the air was weirdly hot.

Maybe it was because of the mass of people. Maybe my suddenly too much wintery outfit. Maybe the run i just had. Or maybe it was because of this angry feelings I had on.

Angry for ... what?

Did I became jealous all of the sudden?

I slipped into a side small road to avoid the mass, pretty confident I could easily get lost.

Neon signs brightening shingles on the road and shopkeepers dodged me while picking the trash.

It wasn’t a pretty street, scented either. But I didn’t have plans on a better night too.

Once i got inside my room I started studying right away. It actually helped me ignoring my thoughts. So I could finally stop asking myself who was that girl with Hae-jin. Maybe just his sister.

I got interrupted by knocking at the door.

“Y/n I’m hungry.”

“Coming!” I quickly went open the door and I was surprised to see Nana holding a cup of instant noodles in one hand and soju bottles in the other.

“How was your first week?”

She sat on the floor, leaving her backpack beside her and starting eating noodles. I left myself fall next to her, laying my head onto the bed.

“How do you do this? How can you even study that much in so less time?”

“I’m revealing you a secret: we are all robots.” She fed me with some noodles.

“So I guess you have already finished.” I said sarcastically well knowing how much stuff we had to study.

“definitely not.” She laughed. “I’m planning on staying up.”

“But it’s already 10pm. I can’t believe I’m still doing this.” I sighed. I wasn’t prepared at all.

“Who said staying up studying? Of course we can, but we can chill too.” She proposed pointing at the alcohol.

“I accept, also because I think I could became crazy soon. Plus, I hoped the cooking class was just about, you know, cooking? Maybe some spaghetti and some pork? Could you imagine I had to study stuff too? Now I’m stuck learning the nutritional values.”

I opened two soju bottles and quickly sipped to one, ignoring every formality.

“Cheers uh.” Nana laughed at me. “At least you’ll know how unhealthy our diet is.” She then stretched forwards my desk reaching a pack of chips. “Mmh, spicy!”

We then ended noodles and started studying again, always with snacks around. And soju too.

“I have to copy these notes and I’m finally done.” Exclaimed Nana drinking, looking dizzy. “But I don’t think i can do this tonight.”

I looked at her, resting my face onto my hands. Suddenly it felt heavy, maybe I was tired. Maybe.

“Can you believe that with just a few classes we already talked about Egyptians and their makeup? I think we’ll end the program in a month.” I said looking apathetically at my notes.

“Do you know i like this chips flavour?” Nana said while eating it.

“What?”

“On the packaging there’s this famous actor i adore.”

“Again with k drama? It will hurt your heart.”

“Just because you never fell in love with a beautiful actor.” She said back, her tone slightly childish.

“I’m fine thank you. Unless he’s an eyeliner expert.” I watched her eating.

“It’s empty.” She got sad quickly, crumpled up the package and throwing it in the bin. “If we end up finishing the theory, we’ll have more time for practise.”

Nana then moved all our books aside and drank again.

“Cheers! For this amazing first week!” Nana touched my bottle laughing. We drank together the soju, alcohol almost over. She was so happy about the ‘ending the first week’ goal, definitely a symptom about being tipsy. “We even managed to study tonight, we aint lazy kiddos! We good!”

Ok no. Nana wasn’t just tipsy, she was drunk.

And I just kept feeling only dizzy, maybe because my mind was back on being busy thinking. About the meeting with Hae-jin, about that girl. Why was he on my campus? And who was she?

He never made me believe he was taken. Maybe she was just a casual lover? Or could I became one?

What? What was I thinking? Me, his lover?

I was definitely daydreaming. And it hurt. Because I could already tell I had a crush on this man. He was just being nice y/n, c’mon.

“Y/n -aaahhh! Why you aren’t listening to meee?” Nana crossed her arms and pouted.

“I’m not ignoring you. I was just thinking how stupid it is getting drunk in my dorm room, while we could doing this outside.”

“You’re right! We should head out and meet some boys!” She finished her soju. “Or some girls, you know.” She winked at me and tried to get up. She ended up just tripping and then clinging into the door’s frame to not fall.

“Where do you think you are going? I’m taking you to bed.”

I held Nana while dragging her to her room, leaving all the mess behind. I managed to let her sit on the floor while I slowly realised my legs were shaking too.

“Tomorrow I’ll take you out, a nice pub, it’s on me.”

“Yes Nana, you own me one.”

“Y/n -ah ...”

“Yes...” I was busy trying to help her get out her sweater. She took her socks off.

“I got that magazine you asked me, y/n-ah ...”

“Stop calling me like that.” She started waggling. I slapped my own cheeks trying to focus.

Get Nana in bed and then I could head to mine. Nothing more. Just needed to stay focused for a little more.

“Stay here.” She said laughing and leaned to her desk looking at a pile of magazines.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I mumbled leaning on the wall. I knew that if I sat down I wouldn’t be able to leave the room.

While waiting for Nana I realised that her room’s walls where filled with faces and posters. I blinked confused. “Wow there’s a lot of people.”

“Yes, Twice, Exo, BlackPink ...” she pointed at some faces. Definitely too drunk to walk, but not enough to mistake people. Nana finally sat on bed, the magazine she was looking for on her womb.

I felt so dizzy while closing the distance between me and her.

“Wow, and this man? A singer too?” I tried to distract her attention while I was lowering the sheets. I helped her getting in bed, Nana looked quickly at the poster close to her.

“That’s Park Hae-jin, an actor.”

“Ah.” I said. Absent minded. Took the magazine and watched her getting comfortable. “And him?”

“Kim Taehyung, BTS vocalist.” She looked at me with sparkling eyes. While I tugged her in she told me any infos about the boyband, needless to say I completely got lost after their stage names.

I waved at her and exited the room, and she was still going explaining me why he was her bias.

I locked me inside the room, undressing and throwing myself to bed. It only took the time to realise I was tired to fell asleep.

And I couldn’t even think about the fact that Hae-jin, Park Hae-jin was on a poster in Nana’s room.

#actor #fan fiction #kdrama #park haejin #park #park har jin x reader #story #park hae jin #y/n #korean actor #seoul #south korea #love story #a place far away #writing in the spare time #original

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inyri · 5 years

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Nine and Theron for the ship meme!

(Oh my GOD this was still in my drafts I’m EMBARRASSED)

How did they they meet?-Nine: half-drowned, on fire, covered in mutant Selkath blood, flirting mercilessly-Theron: at console, very flustered, apparently has a thing for waterlogged blood-covered women.

It only got worse better from there.

Who developed romantic feelings first?Hm. Theron, I think- when they left Yavin IV at the end of the Revanite War, they did both miss each other. But I think Theron never quite got the hang of their “no strings” agreement at all, whereas Nine convinced herself she had. Until Ziost, at least.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”Lana, shockingly enough. For all of her initial disapproval she sees how much better they are together than apart. (Kaliyo is also remarkably enthusiastic about the whole thing, despite her surface teasing. She’s a sucker for romance.)

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?As per canon, their first kiss was on Rishi. Nine was helping Theron pack up the safehouse given his injuries, and one thing led to another.

Who confessed their feelings first?Um. They’re… not good at feelings. Arguably Theron’s move after Ziost was the first time they acknowledged any kind of emotional engagement, and Nine returns the gesture at the party on Odessen.

Theron says “I love you” first. (If you squint, he’s actually already said it once. Nine just wasn’t awake for the whole thing.)

What was their first official date?I… oh, God. Have they actually been on a date? I mean, eventually, but-

Wait. They went out to a restaurant on Nar Shaddaa together after clothes shipping. That was definitely a date.

(cut for length)

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?They’ve certainly gone out with a group plenty of times. I’m not sure they’ve ever actually been on a true “double date.” Lana and Koth, maybe, but calling that a date really mischaracterizes the latter relationship.

What do they do in their down time?What’s that?

(Fuck, mostly. They don’t get a lot of down time. With that out of their systems, they train together, watch bad holodramas, and nap in varying orders.)

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?Nine’s parents are dead- Theron never meets them at all. (They died on Ziost, although Nine doesn’t learn that for a very long time.)

As a “couple,” their first meeting with a parent was Theron’s disastrous visit to Coruscant to ask Jace for help. So it went… poorly.

(They do end up, at the end of the day, with as good a relationship with Satele as might be possible given her history with Theron and her tendency to disappear for long intervals of time.)

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?Their first small fight was on Nar Shaddaa. Nine eavesdropped and Theron didn’t like it. Nor did he approve of her plan to resolve the situation. They “kissed and made up” rather aggressively.

Some bruising resulted.

Which one is more easily made jealous?Jealousy per se isn’t a problem either of them have given their occupational histories. There are things that people sometimes have to do to get the job done, and that doesn’t mean their relationship is any less for it. (Though Nine certainly falls back on that particular skill set far, far less often than she did when she was younger- and never, once Ysa’s born.)

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?Food that isn’t mess hall food or ration bars. They’re both partial to noodles.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?Nine’s more tactile in general but Theron’s way more of a cuddler- she really wasn’t used to sharing a bed before him. They’re pretty classic spoons people. Theron’s the big spoon, usually.

Are they hand holders?In private, or around people they know. In public it takes them a while to feel comfortable with it.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?They’ve known each other for several months by then, but- not long, all things considered.

On Yavin, as far as they convinced themselves, they were really just blowing off steam. That they didn’t technically have sex until the night after the battle with Revan was 100% lack of opportunity rather than any particular reserve on either of their parts- once Nine got Theron to play along he was as into it as she was, and they got into each other’s trousers plenty.

They actually sleep together for the first time, in the literal sense, after the party on Odessen.

Who tops?Nine, mostly. Old habits, and Theron certainly doesn’t seem to mind.

(He does switch things up on occasion. There are times when he can tell she’s tired of keeping in control.)

What’s the worst fight they’ve ever gotten into?Not counting Umbara (that was quite a fight, but he didn’t mean it), that’d be telling.

It wasn’t what she did that made it the worst. It was that she lied about it.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?*both of them stare blankly at you*

…cooking?

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?They’re both pretty tidy- Nine by virtue of Academy training, Theron by virtue of living on the street for a decent chunk of his childhood and then in a tiny, tiny apartment. Nine’s arguably more organized.

Who proposes?Theron. She was not expecting it.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bachelorette parties or separate?Separate.

Safer for all parties involved that way, really. Fewer questions. Fewer arrests.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?At their first ceremony, on Rishi, Kaliyo and T7 are the witnesses. Zakuulan ceremonies don’t have attendants.

(The maid of honor would have been Lana. The best man would probably also have been Lana.)

Big Ceremony or Small?They have one of each. The small one was their choice; the larger was as necessary and as unwanted as the title that preceded it.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Not for quite a long time afterward- they go back to Rishi for that, too. It seemed right, somehow.

Do they have children? How many?Just one- a daughter named Ysa, born about a year after Theron’s return from Nathema. Ysa inherited the Shan family Force talent and keeps them busy enough they never really considered having another.

#captainderyn #relationship questions #nine/theron #equivalent exchange outtakes

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ofwizardsandmen · 5 years

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Tara Lee

Random OC Questions

Who was the last person they held hands with? Mark, most likely because if they happen to be together 99% chances are they’re holding hands.

Are they outgoing or shy? Tara is ultimately friendly and outgoing, but she’s initially rather reserved, so there might be a few times when her attitude is confused with ‘shyness’, which is definitely not the case.

If they were drunk would the person they like take care of them? Definitely. Tara is not so much of a troublesome drunk, but Mark has already taken care of her few times before when she drinks a bit too much.

What kind of people are they attracted to? Intelligent and kind people which surprisingly enough happen to be a rare kind.

Do they think they’ll be in a relationship two months from now? She has been in a relationship for years now.

Does talking about sex make them uncomfortable? Slightly, especially if it is about her own experience because she is very discreet about it. Talking about other people’s sex life is less uncomfortable, but she’s still taken aback if people share too much information *coughTynielcough*

Who was the last person they had a deep conversation with? Surprisingly, but it was Enzo who brought up the topic of marriage and commitment. Apparently, he is happy about Tara’s engagement, but it got him thinking about his own issues and that probably he needs to settle down.

What does the most recent text that they sent say? It was a reply to the text “Tyler is the dumbest person in the world. Don’t fight me on that”. She literally said “I would never. He is dumb. Though Daniel poses him serious competition there”

What are their current 5 favorite songs?

Por ti volaré by Andrea Bocelli (yeap, Spanish version)

You are by GOT7

Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis

Highway to Heaven by NCT

Hearts don’t break around here originally by Ed Sheeran, but Tara is obsessed with the song ever since Mark sang that song to propose to her.

Do they like it when people play with their hair? She doesn’t mind as long as they don’t touch her crown because it’s uncomfortable and makes her hair greasy.

Do they believe in luck and miracles? She kinda does. If not, how has her brother managed to make it so far in life?

Would they kiss the last person they kissed again? She will for the rest of her life.

Do they still talk to their first crush? The public answer to that question is yes because everybody (including Mark) is convinced that Mark was her first crush, but Tara had an embarrassing crush on the captain of the football team of her elementary school when she was like 7. After going to Hogwarts, she never saw him again, so no.

Do they like their neighbors? She adores her childhood neighbor, Madame Moreau, a French maiden that lives next door to the Fawley Manor and basically is a mother-like figure for her. Nowadays Mark and Tara have moved into an apartment nearby and she continues to frequent Madame Moreau’s home. The couple’s new neighbors are a young married couple that has a little boy and two dogs, they get along pretty well and sometimes they invite them over for dinner or a glass of wine.

Where would they like to travel? Tara is all about visiting rare places. She dislikes touristic spots, so she would always pick cities that won’t attract too many people. One of her top travel destinations is the South of Spain, where she actually wants to move even if it’s just for few months, after marrying Mark. Other than that, she likes Turkey and Morocco.

Who are they most comfortable around? Definitely Mark. They are so genuinely in love that they don’t need to pretend or hide anything from the other. Mark is the person who knows Tara the best and they’ve been through so much together that sometimes they don’t even need to talk to understand each other.

Is their hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes and it is her go to hairstyle when she’s working,

Which celebrities would they have a threesome with? It definitely wouldn’t happen, but Tara and Johnny always make jokes about them having an affair with Mark, so Tara’s answer to this question would be “obviously Johnny and Mark, duh”, making Johnny laugh and Mark look offended.

What are their favorite stores to shop in? When it comes to fashion (and as much as she loves Maison Delacroix) her top choices are: Canel, Chloe, And Other Stories and a couple of wizarding brands: Charms and Witchcraft (owned by her close friend Adela Kim) Other shops include Beauté Plus, Sleight of hand (wizarding stationery shop), Wiseacre’s Wizarding Equipment, Honeydukes.

What did they wanted to do after high school? From the age of eleven, and perhaps earlier, Tara had began painting and writing stories for her own and Madame Moreau’s enjoyment. In those early manuscripts, she would write about people around her, exaggerating details of daily life. Tara also knew that she wanted to go to university to study literature to drift apart a little from the Wizarding World, even if it was just for a short period of time. So after graduating from Hogwarts and with the help of Madame Moreau, Tara sent applications to several British Universities and was ultimately accepted in the English Language and Literature Course at Oxford. Tara eventually became a young writer and her debut novel, Of Intrigues and Wizards was published when she was only 24. The novel revolves around a mysterious figure lurking around a group of privileged teens in a fantasy wizarding setting. it became an instant sensation in both the muggle and wizarding world.

Favourite makeup brand? Beauté Plus Paris, which is the brand her two best friends, Enzo Sanit-Pierre and Minah Delacroix founded together.

Favourite colour? Baby blue, ultramarine, beige and white

Names of their bestfriends?

Enzo Saint-Pierre whom she met at Hogwarts.

Adela Kim, a girl from the Korean high society that she met in London during their childhood.

Minah Delacroix, the French girl her brother, Tyler, was betrothed to when they were teenagers.

How many pillows do they sleep with? Two

Favourite animal? Bunnies ever since she was four. Mark had found a white bunny in his backyard and he had thought it looked a lot like Tara so he gave it to her. It was her first pet.

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

First person they talked to today? Mark because it’s rather hard not to talk to the person she wakes up next to.

Last person they talked to today? Her brother, Tyler, because as annoying as he can get, they talk everyday to catch up about their lives and in Tyler’s case, to receive a telling off for the silly things he does.

Do they like chicken noodle soup? One of her favorite foods, actually. Mark used to cook her that whenever she visited him in Korea (and he was still a trainee).

Favourite book? Too many to list, but she loves Ana Karenina, Alice in Wonderland and The Portrait of Dorian Gray, all books she read when she was a little girl and she sneaked from the Fawley Manor to go to the public library around the corner. When it comes to Wizarding Literature she likes Dalton Institute of Magic, a series from American writer Katherine Browning.

Their best friend of the opposite sex likes them, what do they do? Tara adores Enzo, but she would never accept any advance from him. She would definitely make it clear that she doesn’t reciprocate those feelings and put some distance between the two.

Dumbest lie they ever told? Not a lie she told herself, but there are a few stupid lies that were told about her, like that one rumor that was once spread about Tara being pregnant of Johnny (Jane still wants to find whoever made up that lie to teach them a lesson) and Mark asking for her hand on marriage just to protect his own image.

Do they sleep with their doors open or closed? Closed

Curly or Straight hair? Straight

Brunette or Blonde? Brunette

Summer or Winter? Winter

Night or Day? Day

Favourite month? February

Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark chocolate.

Tea or Coffee? Coffee

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Kacchako Fanfic

Title: Flour, or Flower?

Pairing: Bakugou/Uraraka

Summary: Bakugou’s always the best cook, Uraraka’s always looking to save money. Are store bought goodies really better than his Gordon Ramsay chef skills?

Notes: Check out my Wattpad account for other drabbles and fanfics at queen_random1!

No matter how much respect Bakugou had for the short, certainly not fragile, more like I'll kick your ass without any warning, stubborn brunette, she was like an airhead floating in space when it came to cooking.

Absolutely oblivious. It's like she used her quirk on her brain and it subconsciously floated into space, and her body hasn't realized she needed to mentally say release before noticing she was doing a shit job.

It all started when they'd gone to the supermarket to go shopping for food, and for some fucking reason, Uraraka's tastebuds were craving for anything chocolate-related. She always did, gods did it annoy him, but today was extra-apparent.

Fuck, he teased her by saying her name as Ocha-colate because she was practically named by something edible she loved other than mochi.

"Baku-babe, can we get these? I'm craving them so bad," Uraraka said, not bothering to wait to toss some cheap-ass chocolate chip cookies over her shoulder into the cart.

No way in hell.

Bakugou sneered, a disgusted trance on his face. "You're fucking with me, right round-face? Put that crap back."

She crossed her arms, not bothered by his tone at all. In fact, either completely oblivious or all in all ignoring it. "They're not bad, they're inexpensive. And I want chocolate, I've stuck to my healthy diet without cheating for five days now."

Bakugou scoffed and wondered how in the hell she could be proud of that. He made her start eating right around four months ago, and he always caught her eating a peanut butter cup or cup noodles behind his back.

"I should be impressed? Think again, those probably taste like shit and we're not getting any chocolate. Got it?"

He lowered his eyes as a spark glistened in her own, a finger gently tapping her lip. She was onto something, she always did that when some stupidly fucking idea popped into that brain of hers. "Not even ingredients to make cookies?"

His hands gripped the cart tighter. "No." As it were contaminated with food poisoning, Bakugo chucked the insulting thing back where it came from.

He started pushing the cart down the isle when he heard her voice.

"So I guess even if we got these cookies, they'd still taste better than what you'd make? I guess Katsuki Bakugou can't cook everything the best."

That damned pink-cheeked, always driving him fucking mad all the time, always challenging his ass, having an unbelievably sassy back-talking attitude bigger than himself and ego, thought that crusty-ass store bought cookies were better than his skill?

A store cart wasn't whipped around as fast as a getaway car on the highway until now, his hand grabbing her wrist tighter than handcuffs on a villain.

"I'll make the best goddamn cookies in this fucked-up world right now just to prove you wrong, so go find whatever chocolate chips you want to use and I'll get the rest."

Uraraka has a smug smile on her lips, standing on her top toes and snaking her free hand to the back of his neck, lowering him and gently kissed his cheek. "Okay," she laughed before spinning away, leaving him in another flustered, Baku-raging scene.

And now he got himself wrapped around her tiny finger, breaking her diet streak just for the sake of proving to her that store bought cookies were utter garbage compared to his.

"Pass me the fucking flour," Bakugou muttered, his eyes never leaving his hands at work.

He was already borderline about to go "KaBOOM", as she would call it, from her almost mixing in salt instead of sugar with the vanilla and eggs. The whisk more so sliced through the mixture rather than actually mixing it, but he didn't give one shit.

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows when she giggled behind him, but still reached a hand to grab the next ingredient.

What he grabbed was definitely not a bag of flour.

"The fuck..?" He tore his eyes off the bowl, taking a glance as what exactly she'd put in his hand.

A moment of utter silence passed over, Bakugou barely believing his eyes right now. He glanced between Uraraka, who'd covered her mouth from sputtering laughs out loud, and the piece of nature he held between his fingers.

"Uraraka, what the actual shit?" He deadpanned, a wave of irritation flowing through him like fire. "What the fuck is this shit-I asked for your dumbass to pass me the flour-"

"I did pass the flower, I don't know what you're talking about," Uraraka cracked, letting out a snort while waving a hand in front of her face from the tears cornering her eyes in laughter.

In his hand was a short-stemmed, flourishing red rose, most likely from the base of red roses that occupied the small table near the window because her favorite color was red, and her favorite flower was a rose, not like there was any reason for him to know that. He's gotten them for her cause they were half off, and without a second thought her face popped in his mind.

"I didn't mean a literal shitwit, piece of Mother-fucking-Nature trash flower," Bakugou growled. "You're really an airhead if you don't know the difference between this," he gestured to the plant wedged in his hand, a couple thorns pricking his fingers, "and baking flour. So go get it."

She completely lost it.

Her sweet, joyful laughter mixed with what she'd say, unladylike snorts, rang throughout their apartment like morning chimes.

And at these priceless moments, never in his life would he admit that the joyous, infectious sound didn't annoy him all that much.

He continued his cooking project in hopes to prove her wrong, still bitter at himself for letting her have her way with him again. The waft of freshly baked cookies filled the apartment, and Uraraka's eyes were borderline glowing.

Bakugou crossed his arms with a confident smirk, awaiting for the approval that his cookies were goddamns better than anything she could buy in a store. She despised losing, loathed when he'd manage to come out on top on every single bet or fight they'd propose on a daily basis.

Bakugou 1, Airhead 0.

What he liked was that Uraraka bounced back harder than before, and he's not going to back down from serving another ass-beating and wipe the floor with her, right?

She closed the space and stood on her toes, barely kissing the sweet spot under his jaw that absolutely drove him wild. "Mmm, I guess you did prove me wrong," she hummed softly, her small hands resting gently atop his chest. "Katuski." Her soft lips grazed against his neck, feeling her smile.

Bakugou's face exploded crimson red, maybe borderline scarlet if he'd have the chance to look in the mirror. Probably comparing himself to any cookie that she would've burnt would been an understatement.

If she took L's like this to anyone else besides him, he was going to blow up everything in his sight.

"Uraraka, y-you still lost.." Bakugou growled, well, at least tried to, but his voice came out more soft like a mumble. His arms already snaked themselves around her small frame, shoving his flaming reddened face in her hair. "I'm still the fucking best and you better get that through your airborne head."

A soft and humbled laugh retorted back, shaking her head lightly. "I didn't expect anything less, too bad I broke my streak."

Or maybe he'd have to start baking more chocolatey sweets, having more of a reason to call her Ocha-colate.

He'd just make her double down on putting in extra reps during their workouts if this kept up.

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