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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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》Troublemaker《

Superpowers AU, College AU, Poly AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @biaswreckingfics @donghanies @moonshineboyz @soleilsuhh @trashlord-007

Genre: crack, fluff, angst, suspension, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: rituals, lots of fighting, language, injuries, weapons, detailed descriptions of fights and injuries, some mature themes, lots of kissing and teasing

Chapter Specific Warnings: teacher and headmaster being overly rude, cussing

Pairing: The Boyz x fem reader

Synopsis: in a world where superpowers are nothing special and everyone is gifted with some kind of special ability, you and your friends quickly grow tired of it and all the rules. So when one of your friends brings up a certain ritual, with which you can travel into another universe, it sounds like heaven, but you quickly realize it's harder to adapt than you'd like.

Word count: 2.7k

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It's fairly early when you leave your home for college, around 7am something. The air around you is still fairly crisp and cool, but you're not bothered. Others would be shaking if they went outside in just skinny jeans and a simple sweater when it's 0°C outside.

But you? You're not bothered in the slightest as you calmly walk down the street and towards the giant building.

It's metallic cover reflects the sunlight, slightly blinding you in the process. It makes you squint and avert your eyes.

"Y/N!"

Your head turns in the direction of the call and you see your best friend jogging towards you with a bright grin. "Oh, hey."

"Good morning!" He beams, way too enthusiastic for your liking at this hour.

A demonstrative yawn escapes you as you lazily wave at him. "Morn'..." You mumble and wipe the tears out of your eyes which gathered due to your yawn.

"Aren't you gonna give your bestie a hug?" He pouts and his dimples make an appearance. "I'm disappointed."

A chuckle escapes you before you turn towards him completely and give him his desired display of affection.

A happy sigh escapes him as he tightly slings his arms around you. "I'm never letting you go, it's too cold!" He whines when you move to break the hug.

"Wear warmer clothes then, you buffoon." You mumble, struggling to push him away and ultimately just giving up.

"Nahh, why would I do that when I have my personal heater right under my nose?" He teases.

"Shut up and let me go, we have classes soon." You whine and push at his chest again.

He relents with a high pitched laugh as he watches you stumble back, his arms letting go easier than expected and making you lose your balance for a few seconds.

"You fucker" You hiss while taking big, fast steps towards your destination.

"My baby! Don't be mad!" Your friend whines while jogging to match your pace.

"It's not even 8 yet and the two of you are already having a quarrel." A new voice joins the two of you.

Startled by the sudden intervention, you whip your head to pinpoint the source and find another guy of your friend group.

"Sangyeon? Where did you come from?" You ask, eyes moving up to meet his.

"You must have forgotten that I always meet you at this section in the road, tsk." The older one answers and shakes his head.

"Sorryyyy" You say with a chuckle, "but Changmin here decided to be an ass first thing in the morning! It's his fault"

"HUH??" The culprit screeches in surprise, "Excuse me??"

"Be quiet you two, I don't need a headache right before classes."

"Sorryy" Changmin and you chime in unison, "dad." the former adds and snickers, earning himself a glare from Sangyeon.

The three of you continue on the rest of the way in silence and you couldn't be more grateful. Your mind is not yet in the right place for any intellectual conversation.

The enormous college building towers in front of you all as you reach the campus.

"Ohh look, the others are already here!" Changmin happily points out, proceeding to skip towards said friend group.

Sangyeon and you exchange an amused glance before also walking towards them.

"Morning everyone." You wave at the guys and they all greet you back.

"Y/N my love!" Your other best friend exclaims and jumps to hug you, "I'm so glad you're finally here! Please warm me up, I'm freezing!"

The other guys laugh at their youngest friend's antics, you included. Nonetheless you proceed to hug him around his middle and make use of your powers. Your skin immediately heats up to a nice and cozy temperature and the guy hums in relief.

"You're such a baby." You chuckle and pat his broad back affectionately.

"Classes start in about 10 minutes, we can go inside now."

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Sangyeon teases.

"What? Why would I show up half an hour before classes?" Said newcomer replies. "I can take all the time I need, unlike you guys~"

"Stop being arrogant, Hyun." The oldest playfully scolds.

"Now now, don't fight." Jacob intervenes, voice clearly expressing his worry.

"Hold on, what class do we have now?" You suddenly realize and look up to meet Sunwoo's eyes.

"Uhh I'm pretty sure it's chem." He replies, now looking at Younghoon for confirmation.

"Yeah" he nods. "We should go, it's all the way on the top floor of the building."

Sunwoo and you groan in unison, totally not thrilled on having to walk up 10 flights of stairs.

"I actually also have chemistry, but in another course." Jaehyun says, "It's on the same floor though."

The three of you guys look at your friend with hope.

"Urgh, fiiine." He groans, already knowing exactly what you were all going to ask of him.

"Yay!" You beam happily and peel yourself away from Youngjae. "Sorry hun but you gotta get inside quickly to stay warm I guess."

He grumbles something inaudible and you immediately attach yourself to Jaehyun's arm instead and give him a smile. "You're the best, Hyunnie!"

He can't help the amused smile to crawl onto his lips. "I know."

You hear Sunwoo make a gagging sound, prompting you to laugh. "Let's go now."

"Sure, sure." Jaehyun hums and within a second the four of you are up on the top floor.

"Thank you~" You happily chime and stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the man's cheek. Then you turn around, link arms with Sunwoo and Younghoon and drag them into your chemistry classroom with a content smile on your face.

Both men exchange a glance at that interaction and internally behead Jaehyun for having his useful ability.

When Sunwoo turns his head to look at the older guy, Jaehyun shows him a priggish smirk and waves before disappearing.

"He really-"

"Good morning you three!" Your teacher greets and Sunwoo immediately stiffens, startled by the voice. "Class starts in 5 minutes, find your seats!"

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you reply and give a quick bow before scurrying to your seats.

"Miss Im is so scary…" Younghoon shudders and you nod.

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Your teacher had given the class an experiment to work on in groups of three. Funnily enough, a student had broken one of the school's bunsen burners, so now your group was without one.

"Great, just great" Miss Im angrily says under her breath.

"Miss" You say and raise your hand. She looks at you and nods. "I can use my power instead for fire-"

"Under no circumstance will you do that!" She immediately shoots down your idea and raises her voice. "What if you set fire to something in here? You could hurt us!"

You don't know what to say, feeling at a loss for words at her sudden outburst. Sunwoo and Younghoon notice your shaking hands and glare at the teacher.

"Did you really have to lash out at her like that? She just suggested it!" Sunwoo angrily replies and stands up from his chair, smacking the table. "We all here have been living with our powers ever since we were 5! We have them under control! Y/N would never hurt someone on purpose!"

Younghoon had hugged you close to calm your anxiety down while everyone just watched and listened to Sunwoo's outburst.

Then it was quiet for a moment, Miss Im too stunned to say anything back and the rest of the class only agreed with him.

Sunwoo was quite literally charged, you could see little lightning bolts dancing all over him.

"Sunwoo…" You quietly say and he looks at you. "It's okay."

He takes a deep breath and shoots the teacher another sharp glare.

She clicks her tongue angrily and just ignores this incident, instead opting to not grade your group on this one.

—

After class ends the three of you quickly make your way downstairs and onto the campus to meet the others. Sunwoo was stubbornly clinging onto your arm with an annoyed pout on his face.

"Hey Sunwoo." you speak up and nudge him so he looks at you. "Thank you for interfering."

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and says "No big deal."

"Thank you too Hoonie." you turn to the older guy and give him an affectionate smile which he returns shyly.

"Oh look, the troublemakers are coming." Someone teases when the three of you proceed on your way towards your friend group.

You turn to glare at the person, your red eyes flaring dangerously and they immediately look away, visibly flustered.

"Hey hey, we already heard you guys got in trouble." Jacob says first when you are within hearing range. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, we're fine." You answer and wave him off, but the way he eyes Sunwoo tells you that's not what he wanted to hear.

"Miss Im went off on Y/N after she offered to use her powers for the experiment because a burner was missing." Younghoon explains and you feel Sunwoo tighten his group on your arm even further. "A- Sunwoo what's gotten into you?" You exclaim to him and prod at his arm to give you some room.

"I'm sorry Noona, I'm just still mad at Miss Im." He mumbles and hides his face on your shoulder.

"Stop being a baby." Juyeon speaks up and pries the younger one from you… well he tries. "Argh, let go already! Chanhee, come help me out!"

"Wha- Hyung what am I supposed to do??" The younger one replies incredulously.

"Just help me get this walking taser off of Y/N!"

You snort at that exclamation and Sunwoo gives Juyeon a pointed look. "Did you really just call me a walking taser?!"

"So what if I did?"

"Unbelievable." Chanhee shakes his head, but an amused smile plays at his lips nonetheless.

Your eyes basically scream 'help me!!' As you look at Youngjae, the youngest out of you all gives you a laugh before nodding. And suddenly Sunwoo's grip on you loosens and you quickly peel yourself away and hide behind the culprit. "Thanks Jae." you snicker against his arm as you peek out to look at a confused Sunwoo.

"Yah!" He literally screams, making all of you flinch besides Changmin. "Youngjae I swear-"

"Enough now, kids!" Sangyeon finally steps in and silences Sunwoo quickly. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

You move from behind Youngjae to stand to his left, now in between him and Changmin.

"Ohh guys!" The latter suddenly speaks up with sparkly eyes and everyone looks at him. "How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? We're free next week so we can have some fun together!"

Everyone quickly makes eye contact with the others. "Sure!" Haknyeon nods and adjusts his choker. "I'm itching to take this thing off, it's really weird to be as close to normal as it can get here."

You all laugh at that, remembering how he has to wear it due to his powers. His hyperawareness is a very useful power, but also hard to live with, since he gets easily overwhelmed in crowded places. He had someone in his family create that ability dimmer for him so he could live without being constantly overwhelmed.

"You over there!"

All of you turn to see who called, finding it to be your headmaster. "Kim Sunwoo and L/N Y/N, come over here."

You give Youngjae a panicked look and he shoots you one right back. That can't be good.

The two of you slowly walk towards the man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "Do you know why I came to speak with you?"

"No, sir." You shake your head, not daring to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Sunwoo trembling slightly.

"Well, I came here because Miss Im told me about what happened during her chemistry lesson. Shall I remind you, Miss L/N, that it is strictly prohibited to use your powers on campus grounds, unless they're unable to be deactivated?"

"N-No, I know that, sir." You reply quietly. "But we were missing a burner, so I thought-"

"You thought what? That it would be a good idea to use your powers instead and to risk hurting your classmates? Hm?"

"I'm so-sorry. It won't happen again, sir"

"And now on to you, Mister Kim." The headmaster turns to Sunwoo instead and you try to calm your racing heart and keep your anxious tears at bay. "You're really cocky for a 2nd year, just raising your voice at a teacher like that AND using your powers in a classroom."

"Miss Im has started it." Sunwoo replies through gritted teeth, "She could've calmly explained it, but instead she decided to humiliate Y/N Noona in front of the whole class! Was I just supposed to watch?!"

"Sunwoo-" You hiss, scared for him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right, sir."

"Don't make me call your parents." The much older man threatens.

"Oh, go ahead then." Sunwoo replies, "I don't care."

"Sunwoo!" You say with big eyes. "Stop it!"

"You should listen to your little friend, Mister Kim." The headmaster sneers, "I'll let you off the hook since you never did anything before. You better behave." he clicks his tongue and leaves.

You grab Sunwoo by the collar and pull him to match your height. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Hey hey…" Jacob quickly makes an appearance and gently touches your shoulders with nothing but worry all over his face. "Please calm down Y/N."

"You idiot, he could have expelled you or something! Don't do stuff like that!" You practically beg him with teary eyes.

The younger one's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Noona, I won't do it again, but please don't cry."

Jacob takes a step back and just watches, mostly relieved that you weren't angry and that he wouldn't have to break up a fight.

"Give me a hug you idiot…" You grumble and wipe your eyes. Sunwoo gives a panicked wheeze, locking eyes with Changmin and Youngjae. They both just wave him off.

"Okay okay, don't cry." He says and gives in, pulling you close and patting your back.

The others watch from a bit away, soft smiles on their faces, almost forgetting why you two are in that situation in the first place.

But then the bell rang, snapping you all out of your thoughts.

Changmin drags you by your wrist, Chanhee on your other side as they lead the way to your next class.

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?" Chanhee softly asks from your left side and you turn to look at him.

"I feel okay now, thank you for worrying." You reply and flash the taller man a quick smile.

Changmin intertwined his fingers with yours. It's nothing new, the two of you used to do that ever since you became friends.

"Chanhee Hyung, where is the literature classroom again?"

The oldest of you three thinks for a moment and looks at the numbers next to the doors. "It's room 371."

"Ahh thank you~" Changmin happily replies and you guys make your way into the room.

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Chanhee stretches his long limbs after the bell chimed, indicating the end of the class. "Today's lesson was pretty intense, don't you guys think?"

"Yeah, there was a lot." Changmin frowns a little. "Y/N how were you holding up?"

Your head shoots up in surprise, caught off guard while packing your stuff. "Uh- It was alright. I understood most of it actually."

Both men give you weird looks. "You never understand stuff in literature, what happened?" Changmin says with furrowed brows.

"I think it's because she actually paid attention this time." Chanhee adds with a chuckle, "She looked so concentrated, it was cute."

You feel your body heating up and avert your eyes. "Whatever, let's go."

The two men exchange amused glances but don't speak on it any further, opting to just follow you out of the building.

You didn't expect to run into this particular person when you exited through the large glass doors.

After all, he got expelled for using his powers on campus and a few other things.

"Hyunjun?"

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wackybuddiemewbs · 3 years

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Random Buddie Fic Snippets - no title, just (bad) vibes

Here’s to another snippet of things that ghost through my Word files. This one’s particularly headache-inducing for me personally. For one, trigger warnings galore. And then I have *checks file* 41k (!!!) words worth of non-fic noted down, but it’s really just unassembled bits and pieces of mostly dialog. Grrrrrrr. 😖

Since such a fic would take a lot more planning... which is basically the antithesis of me for all intents and purposes... I pester you with snippets like they are pestering me. Said it before and can only reiterate: I make you suffer with me. *cackles*

Basically, the story plays on the idea that Eddie and Buck grew up together due to plot convenient purposes and meet again at the fire station after years apart. Anyway, here’s to more madness mingled with angst! Cheers!

Buck slings his duffel bag over his shoulder when his phone vibrates. Sighing, he shifts his weight to take it out of his pocket and take the call. A smile creeps up his lips when he sees the picture flare up on his screen.

“Hey, what’s up, Mads?”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that you were right about that little bakery downtown. It’s so worth the twenty minute trip,” she nearly groans. And Buck can relate. When he found that authentic Mexican bakery on a long run through the city, he may or may not have shed a few tears of happiness. And he may or may not have bought pastry worth a hundred bucks.

Totally worth it to run all those extra miles for the carbs, though.

“How many conchas did you have?” Buck asks, chuckling softly.

“I’m pleading the fifth.”

“Did you drive back to get more?” he questions, though Buck is fairly sure what the answer is already, which comes promptly, “Which is why I might be late for work.”

Buck laughs, leaning back against his car. “They are in the top 5 of conchas I ever had, which is saying something. So yeah, I get the feeling.”

And he should really know, he’s had the best in the world and no. 2 and 3 also. Though those are not up for sale.

“So, I need a bit of distraction to keep myself from digging through the remains of the bag before I make it to the car,” she tells him.

“Sure, what do you want to hear?”

“Howie told me that you’re getting someone new on the team today. Are you excited?”

“… Oh, ugh, sure.” Buck can feel his jaw cramping at that.

“You know you just sounded more excited about me being on a sugar high thanks to Mexican pastry than you are about your new teammate arriving.”

He’d hoped to avoid that conversation before he got over with it. Because that’s how he normally rolls with it. He gets over with it.

Works with band-aids and most situations that give you discomfort.

But Maddie has maybe not the sixth but seventh sense apparently big sisters seem to inherit by birth, so it appears that not even the most amazing conchas up for sale in all of Los Angeles will spare him having that conversation now. Which is the equivalent of tearing duct tape off, but slowly.

“I’m a huge concha fan, what can I say? And sure, it’s cool. It’d be nice to have a partner on the team, like, permanently, like Chim and Hen, more like.”

Buck rolls his eyes back as far as they will into his skull. It’s a small wonder that Maddie doesn’t buy his bullshit. He was fine just dodging the topic until now, it’s what normally works best for him. But yeah, Maddie just knows how to coax it out of him, and he loves and hates her for it.

“Talk to me, Buck.”

Buck looks up to the sky. “… I guess I’m just a bit nervous.”

“You are nervous? Don’t you think it’s up to the new teammate to be a bundle of nerves?”

“That’s kind of my thing, though,” Buck argues.

He has been ever since Bobby announced that they’d get a newbie, not a probie, but someone to be on the team with them. Dutifully, Buck laughed at the comments about how Bobby seemingly hired him a babysitter to make sure he doesn’t do reckless stuff all the time.

The nervous energy settled in when he got home that day and his leg wouldn’t stop bobbing well into lying in bed, trying to sleep. He only fell asleep halfway through reading the Wikipedia list of minor planets named after people.

“Then why do you feel nervous?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me,” she says softly.

Buck closes his eyes. He understood by now that yes, he can. But that doesn’t mean he wants to. Most of the time, Buck wished he didn’t have to tell anyone anything ever again and simply exist in the here and now. Because the here and now is sunny and tastes of pretty damn awesome conchas.

“I know it’s stupid, but…” His voice trails off.

And maybe she can read his mind, Buck wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be the case, because Maddie goes on to say, “You know he’s not taking your place, right?”

“What? Yeah, I mean…” Buck chews on his bottom lip. Whenever Maddie starts to talk like that, he feels like he’s sitting with a therapist. And suddenly, what he wants to believe are just his antics sounds like food for the shrinks.

“This is supposed to be your partner. Someone to have your back, not stab you in the back,” Maddie points out.

“Rationally, I know all that. It’s just…” He stretches out his legs.

“It’s just what?” she asks in a gentle tone of voice.

“What if he’s better than me?”

What if they realize that he’s expendable after all? What if someone comes along who can do things better than Buck without the attitude? What if he can’t prove his worth anymore because that guy can do it just as well, maybe even better?

“Then I will be glad because that means someone capable is watching out for my baby brother,” Maddie answers, pulling Buck back to the current conversation, not the fictional ones inside his head.

“What if we end up hating each other’s guts?” Buck continues. He had to restrain himself from actually typing a list of all those questions on his phone when his mind went spiraling upon receiving the news. Because that’s what’s been going on ever since Bobby announced. And Buck knows how stupid it is, but his brain didn’t get the memo. There are so many what ifs that it’s making him dizzy thinking about them.

“Then you talk about it like actual adults. And anyway, no one can hate you to your guts. You’re amazing.”

Buck has to fight hard not to blush. “Thanks, but you’re biased because you’re my sister.”

His heart still beats a little faster every time he says those words out loud. Something that comes so light and casual these days, though it isn’t. It is closer to what it should be. Because it should be casual, natural, given.

But apparently, the world didn’t get that memo yet. Seemingly a pattern.

“And as your sister, I’m also always right.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

He laughs. She chuckles back.

“Listen,” Maddie continues. “Just be yourself. You’re going to figure it out. This is exciting, Buck. More people to add to your family, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” he croaks.

“I’ll call you during lunch time, unless you’re out on a call. And then I want all the details on the newbie.”

“Alright. Pro tip: Put the bag of pastries in the trunk of your car. Only way to keep your paws off of them while driving.”

“I may actually crawl back, but yeah, it’d require a lot more effort.”

He smiles. “Drive save.”

“Will do.”

“Alright, I’m heading in,” Buck says, pushing away from his car. “Or else I will be running late, too.”

“Love you, little brother.”

“Love you, too. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

Buck hangs up and stuffs his phone back into his pocket.

Maddie is right. There is nothing to be nervous about. He has a team now. No one is leaving. New people are arriving. That’s how it works. That’s normal. And he gets to pester the newbie. So he should really be excited, as Maddie said. Buck knows he should focus on that. On how great this could turn out to be. On having a partner. Someone to have his back. All the time.

He sucks in a deep breath as he comes to stand in front of the door leading inside the fire station.

“The door is not closed,” he mutters with closed eyes, grabbing the handle. Buck pushes inside. He is greeted by the familiar hum of the fire station coming to life. People are talking over coffee, some are still fastening the buttons on their shirts as they make up the stairs.

And there’s no place he’d rather be. Buck knew that the moment he first walked into the station for the first time, and that assessment hasn’t changed since.

Buck makes for the locker rooms to change, not wanting to run late like Maddie. Once changed into his uniform, Buck finds himself a little more at ease. Athena once pointed out that they wear those uniforms as a way of protecting themselves. You take them off after work and leave all the bad behind that you’ve witnessed on a call. For Buck, the other way is just as true, though.

When he puts on that uniform on, he can leave his anxious, knee-bobbing self behind and do something meaningful. Because that’s what he found here, beside the team that means so much to him. He found a purpose. A way of answering a calling that lies far back in a past he can’t and won’t remember. To save lives.

Buck looks at his reflection in the mirror, straightens out the collar, makes sure his hair sits perfectly. His glance lingers on the name tag a moment longer, brushes his fingers over the metal plate, the one thing he can’t fix or straighten out.

But that won’t make me flinch. Ever.

“Buckaroo! Time for coffee and talk! I need new material on that show Denny and you are watching and that you need to update me on, so I don’t have to watch it!”

Buck smiles as he closes the locker to see Hen standing there with two cups of coffee.

“Coming.”

But that fixes a whole lot already.

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Hen sips her coffee in silence as Bobby goes on about who is doing what for the day. She is glad that she isn’t assigned truck cleaning duty. That’s one of the best things about newbies and probies coming in. They get to do the dirty work for a bit. She had to jump those hoops, too, like everyone did, so it only seems fair.

Chim nudges her in the side, pulling her out of her musings. “Have you seen the newbie yet?”

She nudges him back a bit harder to tell him wordlessly that he is supposed to stop doing that. “If I had, don’t you think I would’ve told you by now?”

“Just saying, being late on the first day is not a good sign.”

“Can I help you with something, Han, Wilson?” Bobby calls out. “Care to share with the rest of the team?”

Buck laughs beside them, earning himself a nudge from Hen. That kid is going places sometimes, but Hen learned to love him fiercely after he stopped being a punk.

Fine, he’s still a punk sometimes, but we got to see there’s a heart of gold underneath all the punk and muscle and hair gel.

He grew on her the way he managed to grow on anyone, even the Captain who doesn’t like to admit that more than anyone around the station. He fired the boy first week in, and it was well-deserved, but he proved capable and kind.

Hen knew she was done for this humanoid golden retriever when she fussed over not having a babysitter for Denny and Buck jumped in after he’d just done a double-shift. She and Karen were still working things out and he just made the room, even though the boy deserved bed more than anyone else. Still, he took Denny to the park, finished homework with him, and got him to go to bed even though the kid is not so much a negotiator as he is a small dictator when it comes to bedtime. Karen and she found Buck passed out, snoring like a lawnmower, a book still in his lap while sitting next to Denny’s bed.

“Nothing, Cap,” Chimney answers. “Just sharing excitement about the newbie.”

“You’ll meet him shortly. He had to pick up his gear first and talk to the higher-ups another time. Once he arrives, you can pester him with questions as I know you will.”

“On it, Cap.”

Bobby rolls his eyes, but then his mind goes back to the clipboard and the rest of the chores yet to be divided among the firefighters on shift. The rest of the morning routine goes without further incident, so the three are soon walking down the stairs to their designated task of checking their stocks on medical equipment.

“Okay. That is a beautiful man,” Chimney says, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Hen trains her eyes on the dark-haired Latino, putting on a shirt. That should be the newbie, then.

“Where’s the lie? And I like girls.”

“Eddie…,” Buck breathes beside her.

Hen whips her head around at the sound.

“Wait, you know this guy?” Chim asks, but Buck doesn’t say anything. Instead, he starts to walk towards the new guy, or almost staggers, she should rather say. The newbie only takes notice of him when his head pops out from the shirt.

“Buck?”

To Hen, it feels like the two just go in slow motion while the rest of the fire station is crazy and busy as always. As though the whole world disappeared around them.

She can’t make out whatever words may be exchanged between them before the new guy covers the last few steps between them and pulls Buck against him in a tight hug. Shock is written all over his face, but also huge relief. Though Hen honestly wished they stood the other way around, because she would like to know just what expression is flitting across her little golden retriever’s face.

“What on earth is going on here?” Chimney mutters.

“I ain’t got no clue.”

The newbie pulls away, smiling over both ears, both hands deftly resting on Buck’s arms. Even though Hen still can’t see Buck’s face, it seems that the guy is doing all the talking for a change. Then he is hugging him all over again.

“I repeat, what on earth is going on here?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Before they can overcome their paralysis, Buck starts to move, gesturing behind himself. The new guy nods with the brightest of smiles, not once letting go of Buck’s arm as they start to walk towards them.

Her confusion is multiplied by the way Buck carries himself, eyes downcast, looking nothing but nervous.

Did someone exchange the 118’s golden retriever this morning, or what’s going on here?

“... can’t believe we meet again in this place of all places,” she can hear the new guy say as they approach.

“S, same.”

Buck is stuttering. To repeat the repeat: What on earth is going on here?

“We have so much catching up to do.”

“Yeah.”

“Buckaroo?” Hen calls out, or maybe demands. She no longer cares for the details here. She needs to get down to the bottom of this. Fast.

“Oh, sorry, I just… this is Eddie.”

“Hi.”

“Hi Eddie, it is a pleasure meeting you. We will greet you good and proper in only just a moment. Hold the line,” Hen says, before turning her attention back to Buck. “Now to you, Buckaroo. Spill the beans.”

“Yeah,” Chim agrees.

But Buck is not forthcoming. Boy looks like a fish out of the water, his mouth opening and closing without any sounds coming out. This makes the sirens ring inside Hen’s head, not the ones at the station. Because their Buckaroo never stops talking, even when he should sometimes, and even when he wants to stop talking, he will keep talking. So him not finding anything to say may or may not force Mother Hen to have to look after her punk chick here.

“We grew up together,” Eddie says after a pause, still all soft smiles and maybe even softer curls, by the looks of it. Hen will worry about that later, too. “I honestly had no clue he was working at this station, let alone that he was in L.A. Color me surprised. Abuela will not believe this.”

“Abuela?”

“My grandmother. She’s the one who fostered him before…,” Eddie continues, but then stops himself when he notices the look of sheer panic on Buck’s face. “They do not know this.”

Buck shakes his head.

“Dios.”

“Wait, you were in foster care?” Chimney almost cries out.

“In Texas?” Hen adds, her mind still short-circuiting thanks to that input.

“Yeah. I was adopted by the Moores after that.”

Chimney gapes at him. “You were adopted?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, they don’t know about that either?” Eddie asks, now almost as frantic as they are.

Welcome to the club, hon.

“Now they do,” Buck mutters.

“But Maddie isn’t adopted. I should know.” Chimney lifts his index finger.

“Right,” Hen agrees.

Eddie makes a face. “Who’s Maddie?”

“My girlfriend, Buck’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” Eddie slaps his hand against Buck’s arm, shock taking the place of confusion.

“Wait, you grew up with him and don’t know his sister?”

“It’s a long story,” Buck sighs.

“Like how you’re Texan?” Hen scoffs.

Buck holds up his hands. “Okay, guys, can we stop spiraling for a second?”

Hen opens her mouth to give him a piece of mind, but she’s abruptly cut off by their captain standing at the top of the stairs. “Buck! I could use a hand up here!”

“On my way, Cap!” Buck yells back, the amount of relief to opt out of the conversation more than imminent. “Sorry, duty calls!”

“Hey no,” Chim hisses, but Buck isn’t having it. He pats Eddie on the shoulder. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay.”

With that, he starts to jog, or rather run, up the stairs. All watch him go, before their eyes fall back on the people standing right in front of them.

Well, if that’s not awkward.

“So, ugh. Hi again,” the new guy says, smiling sheepishly. “Eddie Diaz, your newbie.”

“Hi. Hen Wilson.”

“Howard Han, but you can call me Chimney or Chim. And why I’m called that is between me and God.”

“Okay. That may be only the second most confusing thing to happen on my first day.”

“We don’t normally act like this,” Hen tries to reassure him.

Chim makes a face. “We don’t?”

Hen nudges him in the side hard enough to make Chim gasp.

“Wilson, Han, you’re supposed to get on with the stocks!” someone calls out.

“You’re not our boss!” Chim shouts back at what turns out to be that jackass Lambert from B-roll no one likes because his attitude stinks about as much as his aftershave.

“But Cap is and he told me to tell you to move it!”

“I hate that guy,” Chim grumbles.

“I think I’ll like it here,” Eddie chuckles.

“They are so young and innocent when they join,” Chim snorts.

“Welcome to the 118,” Hen says, giving the younger man’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I suppose you should go up there as well and talk to the captain.”

“Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Most certainly.”

“That was only mildly threatening,” Chim laughs, rolling his eyes well before Hen jabs him another time.

“Good to have you here,” he adds.

“Indeed.”

“Good to be here. See you later.”

“Later,” both say in unison.

Eddie smiles at them before climbing up the stairs.

“You try to get a hold of your boo, I’ll see what info I can squeeze out of Cap or Buck, whoever I get my hands on first.”

“Aren’t we supposed to get on with…”

Hen glowers at him.

“I said nothing.”

“Less talking to me, more talking to your girlfriend.”

Chimney makes a mock salute, before walking away while fiddling with his phone. Hen let’s her gaze wander up to the gallery with a grimace. Something is not right, but she is going to figure it out. Because Hen Wilson keeps all her little chicks on track, even more so now that they got a new one to take care of.

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Eddie tosses the sponge into the water bucket. Getting some of the crappier chores for the day is something he fully expected to happen. What he didn't expect, not in a million years, was running into Buck. Eddie’s head is still reeling because of it. And for what it seems, the same is true for Buck.

Buck.

To say that he seemed shocked is an understatement. Eddie knows the way Buck expresses panic. He’s grown up making sure the kid breathed instead of keeling over when it hit him, so Eddie knows that this was not just surprise, this was fight-or-flight level panic. Eddie knows by now he was so panicked because his colleagues didn’t know about the fostering or adoption – and he could still kick himself for bringing it up unawares.

He jumped to the conclusion because Buck used to talk about it freely to anyone who asked, especially after he was adopted by the Moores. Because it was his way of signifying to the rest of the world that he’d made it from being abandoned to finding friends and family. So Eddie assumed that Buck wouldn’t act any different around his colleagues.

Far from it!

“Eddie, my friend.”

Eddie nearly jumps when Hen and Chimney materialize next to him.

Speaking of…

“Hi,” he greets them.

“How’re you liking it thus far?”

“The detergents smell not as bad as some others do,” Eddie snorts. “But I’m pretty sure that’s not what you came here to ask me about.”

“Just so that you know, you can tell us anything,” Hen says in that mild tone of voice, though Eddie is pretty sure she only says it this way not to scare him away.

“You are looking for bribing material on Buck, I take?”

“We always appreciate it, but we are more like… trying to get up to speed. Until you came to the station, we didn’t even know he’d been fostered,” Hen answers.

“Or adopted,” Chimney adds.

“In Texas.”

Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, about that. So he actually found his sister?”

If seeing Buck nearly floored him, hearing about his sister was definitely not adding to Eddie’s calm.

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend. You’ll get to know her soon enough.”

There is a part in Eddie that’s very much relieved to hear that Buck found at least part of his family, but another part of him hurts at the news just as much. Because that means Buck likely learned some very uncomfortable truths about his past that won’t have added to the man’s confidence.

“Back in Texas, we knew nothing about where he came from, including whether he had siblings or not. There was an assumption, but no one could be sure.”

“How old were you by the time your grandmother fostered him?”

“I was eight years old.”

“Eight years old… Buck made it sound like he and Maddie were out of touch like, only by the time she got to know Doug.”

Eddie frowns. “Who’s Doug?”

“No one you want to know.” Chimney shakes his head.

Eddie shakes his head. All of this starts to make less and less sense. Why didn’t Buck tell them about any of this? Why didn’t he when he apparently found his sister? Why are they about as clueless as he is, even though they’ve been working side-by-side with him for how long now?

“We lost sight of each other when the Moores moved away from Texas. So they aren’t around anymore?”

Hen shrugs at that. “Let’s say we’ve never met them, never talked about them, or seen any pictures.”

“Kid arrived here with a travel bag and the will to become a firefighter,” Chimney adds.

Eddie can’t help but smile at that. “That sounds like him.”

“You sound pretty clueless actually, and not gonna lie, that is strangely reassuring,” Chimney snorts.

“I prepared for meeting many new people today. Not my best friend back from childhood.”

“Aw.” Hen clutches her hands in front of her chest.

“I just hope he’s not mad at me.” Eddie grimaces. There is something tugging at his heart, just thinking about it. A memory that goes way back in time. When he thought he’d messed it up with Buck forever and always, but he forgave quicker than Eddie could forgive himself.

“I don’t remember our Buckaroo being capable of keeping grudges for long.”

“Then that hasn’t changed at least,” Eddie sighs.

“I think you two should definitely get something to drink after work, reminiscence about the good old times. Catch up. Report back to us in the morning,” she says, her voice trailing off.

“You are aware that they are childhood friends.”

“But I can be far more intimidating.”

“I think getting something to drink and catch up is actually a good idea,” Eddie ponders. “So thanks.”

“You, I like.”

Eddie grins.

“You still missed a spot, though.”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. Buck made some good friends here, for what it seems. And he is more than glad for it. They can surely figure this all out.

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Waking up this morning, Buck thought his biggest worry would be to sort himself out with regards to the newbie and his standing on the team as a result. While that remains true, he just didn't imagine for one hot second it may be Eddie of all people in the entire universe.

Eddie.

When Buck saw him at the station, he didn’t know how to breathe. Even though he hadn’t seen him in years, he knew instantly, only to know that he suddenly knew nothing anymore. Buck used to think he made his peace never seeing Eddie again after they moved away, but then Eddie was hugging him and all those things Buck made sure to bury deep in the ground started to crawl up through the dirt, scratching at a way too thin surface.

And now he is sitting at a bar, nursing his alcohol free beer – because he doesn’t drink when driving, he has to get people out of cars thanks to that behavior way too often, thank you very much. He is at a bar. With Eddie. His Eddie. Because Eddie invited him to get a beer after the shift, and Buck didn’t know how to say no.

Story of my life, isn’t it?

“… I don’t even know where to begin,” Buck admits after a while of awkward silence spreading between them, wherein both men just started peeling the label off of their bottles of beer.

“Same. I mean, you got a sister.”

“Yeah, ugh, I would have told you that, but Chim is still over the moon with her, so of course he mentioned her before I could. They are cute together, but at the disgusting kind of stage,” Buck ponders.

“I’m just so happy for you that you found your family, Buck.”

He manages a feeble smile. Because Buck knows that Eddie means it, understands it perhaps better than most. Because he had to deal with it growing up, had to deal with Buck dealing it growing up.

“I didn’t really find Maddie. We just… happened to meet again. Like us two did today.”

Eddie blinks at him. “Really?”

Buck nods his head. The universe always had the strangest kind of humor when it came to him.

“She’s a dispatcher now. We talked over dispatch for a while, not knowing who we are to each other. We decided to hang out. As friends. She didn’t know people in the city after she moved there only recently, so we also went to a pub and… we started to talk.”

Déjà-vu much, huh?

“Over time, I told her some stuff about my past and, well, Maddie realized that the timing seemed oddly familiar to the brother she thought had died,” Buck continues. “DNA test confirmed it.”

“I was wondering about that,” Eddie sighs, still trying to process that input for what it seems. “I mean, I really put my foot in it, just blurting out with this.”

Buck holds up his hands. “Eddie, no. You had any reason to believe I had told them. I suppose I’ve been blowing this up out of proportions anyway, so this is really just on me.”

“It’s your choice what you want to share with people about yourself, Buck.”

Buck blinks. Sometimes, he forgets how wise Eddie used to be already at a young age. He was also a dumbass a lot of times, but when it came to talking about Buck’s feelings instead of his own, the guy always knew how to make sense of the chaos and make Buck feel like his feelings weren’t just a tedious affair best ripped off like band-aids.

Eddie always understood Buck, even when he couldn’t understand himself. And Buck wants to think that the same was true the other way around, for as long as it lasted.

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiles at him, sipping from his beer.

“Speaking of, thanks to Maddie I now know my official name,” Buck continues, doing his best to sound jovial. “Evan Buckley.”

“Buck-ley. Well, that explains how you got the name,” Eddie ponders, before tilting his head to the side with a cocked eyebrow. “So do I call you Evan from now on?”

“If you want me to call you Edmundo?”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Buck sniggers. “You should know better than to tempt me.”

“Evan.”

“Edmundo.”

“This sounds all kinds of wrong,” Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “For me, you can only ever be Buck.”

“Which is convenient, because I can only be Buck.”

There was a brief moment in time when Buck considered changing his name, taking on that identity, the one intended. In the end, he dropped the idea for what he hopes to be for good. He doesn’t know who this Evan Buckley was or what he’d be now. He knows what Buck was like growing up. He knows what the guy is up to these days. And while they have their qualms, he’s mostly at peace with Buck.

Even a name tag doesn't change a thing about it.

Because he’s Buck. And thankfully, Eddie sees it the same way. So maybe he’s not entirely crazy for holding on to that, however schizophrenic it may be in the end.

“Anyway, part of the reason why I managed not to let anyone in on this is that Maddie agreed to run with not mentioning it. We just stuck to the part where we lost sight of each other and found one another again when anyone asked. And until now, no one really questioned the timeline.”

“And no one ever made the connection between Buckley and Buck?” Eddie asks.

Buck shakes his head. “Maddie’s married name is Kendall. She considered changing it back to Buckley after she broke up with her scumbag husband. But when she found out what kind of scumbags our parents are, it was out the window. So no one had reason to question the difference in names and just assumed that Maddie’s birth name was Moore, too.”

“I take that there is no good explanation as to how you ended up in Texas, then,” Eddie sighs. Buck can tell that he’s trying to sound casual, soft, but the white-knuckled grip on the beer bottle is an entirely different story.

“No, not really. As far as we understand it, our parents moved across state borders under the pretense to get treatment for me. Then they just dropped me at a fire station and drove back. They told Maddie I died.”

“Why would they do that? Why would anyone’s parents…?” Eddie shakes his head, disbelief settling in. Buck knows the feeling oh too well. When he found out, it didn’t make sense to him at all. But as more details were added, the clearer the bigger picture became, though it turned none the brighter.

Buck looks around, just to be sure none of the 118 was sent here to spy on them. Once he is sure there is really just them, Buck hunches forward in his seat.

“Well, I was a big, fat disappointment, I guess. They had me to save their oldest son, Daniel. He had juvenile leukemia. I was… I was a savior baby. Just that… ugh, I didn’t save him. My guessing is that they never wanted me, so they gave me away after Daniel died. I was just there for spare parts anyway.”

Buck suddenly feels something cold in his neck, only to realize it’s Eddie’s hand gently squeezing it. Buck tenses for a moment, then eases to the familiarity of the touch, suppressing the urge to lean into it like he used to.

“I’m so sorry. I would’ve hoped for something else to come out of this.”

Buck manages a feeble smile. “It’s fine. I got a sister now I never expected to find. That’s great. Over the moon kinda great. And now I also ran back into you, too. So I’m one lucky bastard after all.”

Eddie’s hand lingers for a while, no words spoken and yet all is said between them. And how much Buck missed that. Not having to say things for them to be understood.

Eventually, Eddie’s hand falls on his shoulder, giving it a light pat before returning to his beer. “So we’re still friends after I spilled to your colleagues?”

“I didn’t stop being your friend after you got so mad for me saying that you couldn’t bake for shit, so you covered a balloon stuck to a cardboard box in frosting and told me you’d baked a cake and I cut the thing only for it to explode in my face.”

“To this day one of my proudest achievements when it comes to pranks,” Eddie snorts, breaking out laughing at the memory.

Buck can’t help but laugh along. Many of those memories got stuffed away alongside the ones he’d buried in the ground. He had no reason to unearth them because he chose not to tell anyone. But with Eddie, those things come back to light and they shimmer like gold, even after all those years of packing on dust.

“Laugh it up all you want, I got back at you eventually.”

“Don’t remind me,” Eddie groans. “I got grounded for a month because you led my parents to believe I’d be stupid enough to have a folder for porn on the family’s computer and made a message pop up every time that the folder was overloaded and created a system error.”

“Yeah. That was a masterpiece,” Buck sniggers. “But anyway. If that didn’t cancel our friendship, I think we’re fairly good with all this here.”

“Then I’m glad. When you fled the scene, I got kind of worried.”

Buck shrugs. “You know me. I’m a whirlwind of emotions, so I thought it’d be best if I took the time to cool down.”

“That was definitely not how you went about it before,” Eddie argues.

And Buck can’t argue with that. Back in the day, Buck just let the storms rage, never minding the consequences. On the job, that’s still how he rolls, but it was also how he talked, how he presented himself. After he got to meet the Diaz family, he stopped hiding a lot of things. He screamed when he felt like screaming and he cried when he was sad. He laughed when he was happy. And sometimes he even cried because he was that happy, but he learned that this was okay. Abuela always told him this and he took it to heart.

At least for as long as I could.

“Which is why I’m working on it. But anyway! Enough of me. Tell me about you. How long have you been in L.A.? What got you here?” Buck asks. Judging by the look on Eddie’s face, his transition of topics is not nearly as smooth as he’d want it to be, but Eddie rolls with it anyway.

“I moved here only shortly, for the job,” he says. “Before that, I was working some odd jobs. Before that, Afghanistan.”

Buck winces. “Shit.”

“Yeah, that’s one way of describing it. After I came back home injured, I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to set priorities differently, and somehow… I ended up in L.A.”

“Fresh start.” Buck nods his head. There is still so much to unravel in just those few sentences. Afghanistan. Injury. Priorities. Eddie tends to hide a lot more in his words, even more so when they are scarce. But for what it seems, he will now get the time to dig deeper. Because that is what Buck knows someone has to do in order to understand someone like Eddie Diaz.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I get that feeling,” Buck says. “Los Angeles is great for that, worked out for Maddie and me, too.”

“We’ll have to drink a lot of beers to catch up on all those years we didn’t hear from each other to wind up having a fresh start in the same city.”

“Then it’s a date.”

Eddie wants to say something, but then his phone vibrates. “Sorry about that.”

Buck holds up his hands. “It’s fine.”

Eddie takes out his phone and checks his messages. Buck can see the instant shift in the other man’s demeanor. He knows that change like the back of his hand, even with years between where they parted ways and now crossed them again. Eddie’s shutting down.

“Hey, uhm, sorry, I gotta head out. It’s urgent,” he says, grabbing his wallet, clearly embarrassed and beat-up for having to leave so suddenly.

Some things don’t change, do they?

“Hey, it’s fine, man. We, ugh, we are stuck together now anyway, right? We’ll find enough time to catch up. It’s a date, after all,” Buck assures him. “Also, you’re not paying for the beer, unless you wanna pick a fight with me. Just go.”

Eddie smiles at him wryly. “Thanks. I’ll pay next round?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Now off you go.”

“Sorry another time. I really gotta…”

“See you at work!”

“See ya!”

Buck manages to keep up the smile until the door shuts behind Eddie. His shoulders drop and he sucks in a deep breath. He pays for the beers and nearly flies out the door.

He makes for his car and climbs in. Buck realizes only now how badly his hands are shaking. Struggling for breath, he takes out his wallet again and fishes out that one crumpled piece of the past he carries with him whenever he’s not on the job, so to be sure it doesn’t get further damage.

Buck unfolds the faded photograph with shaky hands and presses it against his mouth, breathing hard against it. The tears keep coming, no matter how hard he tries to stop them. They are happy and sad. Desperate and relieved. Everything and nothing. And all that at the same time.

Eddie is back.

Eddie is back in his life, just like that, after the years it took him to accept he’d never see him again. That he’d moved on as he should have.

How do you rip off the band-aid or duct tape for that?

Or maybe that’s just the universe telling him that some things really can’t be fixed.

Because apparently, the universe is still mocking him.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #buddie fanfic #fanfic #snippet #y'all let me in and now I'm making y'all miserable #:)#long ass snippets that pester me and now you too #by a non-native no less #bon appétit

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How I met your mother Armin x reader, modern AU

*Based off an episode of Criminal Minds where Spencer Reid has to have a normal conversation with someone, causing him to meet a girl in a park

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Armin POV

“Daddy!” I hear my children call out to me as they run into my office. I put my pen down and swivel in my seat onto have two blond heads of hair jump up, and sit on my lap. “Ok, ok!” I say with a laugh. “Did you make mommy mad?”

“No.” (s/n) says with a shake of his head, causing his hair to move across his forehead. He looks exactly like me from when I was a child, and (s/n) has her mother’s (e/c) eyes. “But we wanna know how you met her!” (d/n) tells me. “You want to know how we met?” I ask surprised. “You won’t find it yucky?”

“Nuh-uh!” They respond in unison. “Alright, but I’m holding your word to it.” I tells them.

~~~

“Armin,” My best friend, Eren, says my name from my doorway. “Do you want to come to the lakeshore with Mikasa and I?

“I have to study for my European geography test.” I answer him from my desk, slumped over my review sheets. “Yeesh, dude. There’s so many mugs in this room, we might get a weather network coming to take a reading soon.” Eren says as he looks around my room.

I have sticky notes of various colours and sizes absolutely everywhere, text books piled high, and over five mugs of coffee- some hot, some cold, and some finished. Mikasa, Eren and I are roommates for college, deciding that renting an apartment would be better for us than on-campus residence.

“Alright, buddy.” Eren says as I hear him enter my room. “C’mon, let’s go.” I feel him start to wheel my chair out of my room. “You need to get out of this room for more than coffee and a piss.”

“Eren! This test is important!” I inform him as we head down the hall. “If I fail, I could lose my chance at being a geography professor!”

“You’ll ace this test just like every other one you’ve ever had in your life. Don’t stress yourself out.” Eren tells me as we stop in the living room. I sigh in defeat, knowing that that fact is correct. “Armin, get changed.” Mikasa orders. “You look horrible.”

“Fine. I’ll be right back.” I say and head back to my room. “If you’re not out in five minutes, I’m coming to get you!” Eren calls after me. I get out my blue sweater, jeans, white button up and socks. I then head into the washroom and cringe at my unhygienic look. “When was the last time I brushed my hair? My teeth?” I ask myself as I apply toothpaste to my toothbrush and start to scrub.

I then brush out my messy hair, and clean my glasses. I then head back to the living room to put my shoes on so we can leave.

~~~

We’ve been out for about an hour and I’m already itching to get back home. “Are we almost ready to go?” I ask my friends. “For the last time, Armin, no.” Mikasa deadpans. “You need to let loose, man.” Eren says. “Maybe you need to... you know...”

He moves his hands to try and emphasize what he’s saying but I don’t understand at all. “Become a mime?” I ask slowly. “No! A girlfriend!” Eren finally spits it out. “Eren, no way!” I disagree. “I’m way too socially awkward to even talk to a girl! Besides, must I remind you about my last date? Grade 11, Marley’s Diner, Annie Leonhart?”

“Oh, right, she threw that milkshake on you and called you a mop-headed idiot.” Eren remembers. “But that was four years ago, Armin.” Mikasa reminds me. “You don’t have any friends outside of me and Eren, so you stay inside and study to deal with your crippling loneliness.”

“I would’ve probably gone softer but, yeah.” Eren agrees and I pout. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen.” Eren starts. “You’re going to stay outside for six hours, I’ll have a timer going, and you’re going to try and have a conversation with a stranger. Have it in the Starbucks line as you wait for your drink, go to a bookstore and talk to someone about how good the one they picked up is, I don’t really care. Just have a conversation.”

“And if you don’t, I’m going to beat your ass.” Mikasa promises. I nod in acceptance because I know she’ll drop me like a hot potato. You don’t become a self-defence instructor for nothing. “Great! See you at 5!” Eren says and walks away with Mikasa as he puts his phone in his back pocket after setting the timer. I just stand there awkwardly for a few seconds before walking towards the street.

“There’s a good bookstore down the street. I’ll just go hang out there for a bit.” I say to myself as I start to walk towards it. “Oh, damnit all!” I hear someone shout. The tone of the voice causes me to search it out and I see a young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair walk into the sidewalk. “Of course it decided to break down. Can’t have one nice day, can I?”

I feel bad for her so I decide to see if I can help. “Uh... is everything alright?”

She looks at me with the brightest (e/c) eyes and prettiest face I’ve ever seen. “Oh, no.” She dismisses kindly with frustration lacing her voice. “My car decided to break down and I don’t live signing walking distance. Thank you, though.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I apologize. “It’s not your fault, this old fucker was about ready to expire for the past year or so. I just don’t want to pay the towing fee.” She says. “I’m absolutely drowning in student loans.”

I see hear start to tear up a bit as she starts to get a bit overwhelmed. “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” I tell the girl softly and she does. “Take some deep breaths, just like me. Watch me.”

I take a deep breath in and then slowly release it. She copies what I do. “There we go. How about you go do something relaxing to get your mind off this for a while?” I suggest. She nods. “Did you want to join me?” She asks me in such a cute voice that I can’t respond. “If you’re not doing anything, of course! You just... seemed to be by yourself, too.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. My friends ditched me because they want me to get out and meet people because I’ve got crippling loneliness’.” I say the last part dramatically. She giggles at me. “Then let’s be lonely together! I’m (y/n).”

“Armin. It’s nice to meet you.” I say and then we start to walk away from the car. “So, where did you want to go?”

“Well, I’m a bit hungry. There’s a nice bistro down the street next to a cute little bookstore. Wanna have some lunch?” (Y/n) asks me. I nod my head, so we head towards the bistro in a comfortable silence. Once we get a table, I decide to ask her something. “You mentioned student loans, so you’re in college, right? What for?”

“Oh, I’m in for (dream job). I go to Paradis College.” She informs me. “No way! That’s where I go to school! (“Really? That’s so cool! What for?”) Geography. I want to be a professor for it at a private school my parents taught at. I was going to go into history, since I love it, but then I decided on geography because I love it more. I originally wanted to be a history director at a museum on the Titan Era.” I tell her. “Oh, wow! I could never pay attention to that unit I’m high school, I was too scared.” She admits with an embarrassed blush. “Cute.”

“At first, I was the same. It was such a nerve wracking time for humanity. But then I remembered that there were people who swallowed their fear and actually faced the titans.” I say. “True, yeah. Isn’t it funny?” (F/n) asks me rhetorically. “We’ve only known each other an hour at this point, yet we’re talking like old friends.”

I give an airy laugh and nod at her true statement.

~~~

We end up hanging out for the whole six hours that I was bound to the outside world. But I didn’t want to let her go yet, not meaning to sound creepy. “Guess I better call for a tow truck now.” She says as we make it back to her car. I nod and watch her pull out her phone. “Alright, Armin, think! Use that high IQ of yours and think of a way to see her again!... Just ask for her number, idiot!” I come up with my plan as she hangs up her phone. “Goddamnit. (“What’s wrong?”) They say that I can’t ride with them to the auto shop.” She tells me as she runs a hand through her hair. “Well, I can drive you home once they get here.” I offer. “You’re so sweet, Armin. Thank you.” She thanks me. “It’s no problem. I like hanging out with you.” I admit shyly. “So, uh, can I have your number? So we can talk more?”

“Of course! Here.” She hands over her phone to me. “You put yours in mine and I’ll put mine in yours.”

I take her phone and then unlock mine before handing it over to her. “There we go.” I say to myself as I save it and hand hers back. Right as we finish, the truck comes and tows (y/n) car away. “Thank you!” She calls after them. It’s then that I remember that I don’t have a car. “Oh, shit. I, uh... I just remembered that I don’t have a car with me...”

(Y/n) starts to laugh at the situation, and I find myself doing the same. “I’ll call us a cab.” I say through fits of laughter. She nods and wipes tears away from her eyes.

~~~

We get into the cab and make it to her house rather quickly. “Well, I’ll see you some other time, Armin.” (Y/n) says. “Let me get the door for you.” I offer as I leave my side and open her door. “You’re such a gentleman.” (Y/n) says as she exits the car. I take a breath as I come up with a last second effort to get to stay with her longer. “Then would you consider joining me for dinner tonight? I’ll have my car so there won’t be won’t be a cab pulling up.” I ask. She gives me that beautiful smile of here that I’ve melted over every time she’s done it. “What time will you be here and what should I wear?”

On the outside, I’m slightly giddy with excitement, but on the inside I’m celebrating the hell out of this moment. “Does 6:30 work? (“Mhm.”) Want to go to Braus’ Kitchen? The owner’s an old friend of mine, but my roommates see her fairly often.” I suggest. “Then I’ll see you at 6:30, Armin.” (Y/n) tells me and then kisses my cheek before heading into her apartment building.

~~~

“And that’s how I met your mother.” I finish telling them the story. They look in awe at it which causes me to giggle. “Armin! Baby!” I hear (y/n) call from the living room. “Yes, sweetie?” I respond. “No! The baby!” (Y/n) restates. “The baby?” I ask quietly before realizing. “THE BABY! OOOOH KAY! Ok!”

I take the kids off my lap. “I’m gonna call Uncle Mikasa and Aunt Eren- I mean, Uncle Eren and Aunt Mikasa to watch you as I take mommy to go have your new baby sister, ok?” I tell them and then bolt out of my office to get the hospital bag from the master bathroom while calling Eren to watch the kids.

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the scientific method

Kinktober Day 1: Bodyswap

(this is just smut)

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Alex drove to his house far too quickly once Michael stopped answering his texts, speeding down the road in Michael’s truck. Ever since the accident a few days ago, when they’d discovered and subsequently spilled an alien substance that had swapped their bodies, they’d kept up a fairly constant text conversation, trying to keep each other updated on both the progress of the switch wearing off (it hadn’t) and any weird interactions they would have to explain later (there were a lot).

He paused at the door. He didn’t have a key, because Michael didn’t have a key, but Alex had already experimented a little with Michael’s powers, enough to slip the bolt free from the door. It had always looked impressive when Michael used his powers, and Alex knew using too much could cause him pain, but little things like this were a rush—adrenaline and pleasure and power coursing through him—and Alex was getting slightly addicted to the feeling. It was like he barely had to try and he could make himself feel good, and powerful, and that was new.

“Michael?” he called out, still slightly unnerved when it came out in Michael’s voice. No answer.

Alex ran his fingers through his hair, catching them in the curls in a way that pulled pleasantly, unlike his normal thin strands. He’d been stoically ignoring Michael’s cock, which jumped a little at the tug, despite doing it himself. Alex would have to try tugging on Michael’s hair when they were swapped back, just to see if that was something that always happened.

He closed the door behind him and walked around the house, looking for Michael. He eventually reached the bedroom, and found his usually neat sheets a rumpled mess, but no Michael. Alex called his name again quietly, and then heard the rush of water from the shower.

Alex peaked his head around the bathroom door, feeling both like he was intruding and also like he had every right to be there—it was his house after all, and after days of showering in the tiny airstream shower, a real shower sounded pretty amazing to Alex.

The air was filled with steam, and Michael was sitting in Alex’s shower chair—in Alex’s body—with his head thrown back against the wall as the hot water poured down around him, his mouth slack and his eyes closed and his cheeks red, and his hand wrapped around Alex’s cock.

Alex sucked in a deep breath as he took in the scene. Michael groaned, his hand sliding over his cock, slicked with soap, and Alex felt his cock respond, growing hard as he watched. Alex palmed himself through his jeans, as Michael twisted his hand over the head of his cock and let out an indecent moan, his toes curling against the floor of the shower.

Alex could stay, and watch, and touch himself in Michael’s body while Michael did the same, or he could step forward and get into the shower with Michael and they could work this out together. The second option sounded far, far better.

“Michael,” Alex said as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, keeping his voice impassive. “Enjoying your shower?”

Michael’s eyes shot open to look at Alex, and Alex wondered if he always had that wild, intense look of lust when he saw Michael enter a room. He suspected the answer was yes. Michael’s mouth slid into a smile, his face still slack with lust, his hand continuing to work over his cock.

“Alex,” he breathed, “how do you not spend all day every day jacking off? Your body is so fucking—” he paused to moan, “—gorgeous and responsive.”

Alex took a shaky breath. It was hot, to watch Michael touching himself, to see how aroused he’d gotten just by being in Alex’s skin. Alex licked his lips and pulled off his t-shirt, unbuckling his belt and starting to unbutton his jeans.

“What are you doing?” Michael asked, but he was grinning.

“I thought something was wrong,” Alex said, letting the jeans and shirt fall to the floor, “when you didn’t respond to my text.”

Michael looked at him hazily. “I got distracted.” He paused, still moving his hand. “Don’t be mad.”

Alex dropped Michael’s briefs to the floor, momentarily distracted by the way Michael’s cock, which he was so familiar with from the opposite perspective, bobbed lewdly towards him. Alex ran his fingers lightly over it, exhaling forcibly when he thumbed over the head of it and felt how sensitive it was. He pulled open one of the vanity drawers and grabbed a bottle of lube, carrying it over to where Michael was sitting in the shower.

“Do I look mad?” Alex asked, straddling Michael’s lap and depositing the lube in Michael’s free hand. “Just…distract me, too.”

Michael’s grin widened and he let go of his cock, wrapping his hand around Alex’s back and pulling Alex into a deep, wet kiss. The warm water from the shower pounded onto Alex’s back, and he rocked himself in Michael’s lap, rubbing their cocks together. Michael pushed his tongue into Alex’s mouth, groaning.

“Fuck, I really do smell like rain,” Michael said between kisses, “and I want to fuck you so badly right now.”

Alex smiled. He really had conditioned his body to respond to Michael being close, not that Michael’s body wasn’t responding to Alex’s body being close. All at once, Alex was filled with the strong desire to let Michael fuck him, to see what it felt like from Michael’s perspective to ride his cock.

He grabbed Michael’s hand and slid it down to his ass, grinning when Michael groaned. Alex pressed close against Michael’s chest, lifting himself slightly onto his toes so that Michael could reach better. His cock pulsed as Michael spread the lube onto his fingers and started massaging around Alex’s hole. Alex thrilled with anticipation—it had been a while since anyone had fingered him, and Michael would know exactly what this body wanted.

Michael teased his entrance for what felt like minutes, while Alex squirmed against him. When Michael pressed a finger in, Alex almost jumped, supporting himself against Michael’s chest and the wall as Michael started to fuck him with the finger slowly. It felt amazing, even better when Michael added a second finger and started to move both faster. Alex wanted Michael’s cock (his own?) in him immediately, could feel every muscle in his body tensing in anticipation.

Alex moaned as Michael fingered him, and when Michael found his prostate he nearly screamed. Michael’s curls were dripping onto his face, and Alex scratched his nails against Michael’s neck, aware of the shiver that would cause. Michael added a third finger and Alex felt overwhelmed.

“Fuck me already,” Alex demanded, resting his forehead against Michael’s shoulder, his cock sliding against Michael’s stomach.

Michael laughed, and it was surreal, hearing his own laugh combined with the teasing tone of Michael’s. “Wow, Alex, I didn’t realize you’d be so eager.”

Alex hummed in annoyance when Michael pulled out his fingers, leaving Alex feeling empty and needy. He lifted himself up to standing so Michael could slick up his cock, and then positioned himself over it. Alex knew how it felt to slide his cock into the tight clutch of Michael’s body, but it was amazing to feel it from the other side. The feeling of the hot, thick press of the cock against his rim, the feeling of control as he pressed himself down onto it, taking it as slow as he could, feeling every inch sliding into him.

Michael moaned, trying to tilt his hips up, but Alex kept his control, watching the ecstasy on Michael’s face as he took his cock.

This is what Michael likes, Alex reminded himself as he seated himself fully and both of them groaned, crashing their mouths together again. This is what it feels like when I fuck Michael.

Alex started to move, tentatively at first, then faster and harder as Michael urged him on with his grip on Alex’s hips. He rode Michael the way he’d felt Michael ride him, and let the sensations of pleasure roll over him.

“Fuck, is this how tight I always feel?” Michael asked, his nails digging into Alex’s hips.

“Yeah,” Alex managed, his voice hoarse with moaning. “You always feel perfect.”

Michael hummed in a pleased way, his eyes glassy with lust as he kissed Alex. Alex left one of his hands on the wall of the shower and let the other sink down to his cock, touching it tentatively, figuring out what felt best with the overwhelming sensation of cock inside of him. Michael pulled at Alex’s hips and suddenly his cock was hitting Alex in exactly the right way to make stars explode in front of his eyes, knocking a high whine from his lips.

“Fuck, Alex, I am not going to last,” Michael warned, and Alex increased the motions of his hand as he rode Michael harder. He wanted nothing more than to feel Michael come inside of him, since that was another thing he knew Michael liked, that made Michael feel good. And he wanted to keep Michael in him the way Alex liked, even though Michael was always worried about it being too much.

Michael cried out and grabbed at Alex’s hip, his other hand knitting into the curls dripping down Alex’s neck as Michael pumped his hips up arrhythmically. Yeah, the hair grabbing thing was something to definitely try when they swapped back—Alex wanted to see the look on Michael’s face as the feel of it zinged through him, since Alex could feel his own face contorting in pleasure.

Alex stilled as Michael came, bouncing on his cock a few more times as he felt Michael’s cum filling him, as he felt Michael’s cock start to soften, knowing how sweet the overstimulation of it was when he was himself. Michael moaned, kissing Alex’s neck and chest and lips, his hips and cock twitching in little aftershocks.

“Oh,” Michael panted as Alex squeezed around him, “that does feel good.”

“Fuck, yes,” Alex said, moaning as he squeezed his cock, focused on that and Michael’s hand still in his hair and the feeling of the cum in his ass, held there by Michael’s softening cock. He moved his hand the way he knew Michael’s body liked, squeezing and twisting around the head of his cock, stripping his hand over it roughly. He could feel his finish building, muscles tensing.

Michael whimpered as Alex squeezed him more tightly, dropping his hand from Alex’s hair and joining Alex’s on his cock. That was definitely something, the feeling of his own hand plus Michael’s, so that he was both in control and out of control of the motions on his cock. Alex thrust into their hands and then tensed as he came, shooting cum across Michael’s stomach.

Alex collapsed forward, kissing Michael fiercely.

“Well,” Michael said, grinning as Alex pulled away to breathe, “that was interesting.”

“Yeah.” Alex felt exhausted, and happy. He’d be happy to be back in his body, but this was definitely the best thing they’d done with this week. Knowing what Michael felt, how good Michael felt when they were together, was reassuring in the best way. Knowing that whatever his body may be lacking, it could give Michael pleasure like this, made Alex feel like maybe he was enough, despite sometimes feeling the opposite.

“I’ll almost be a little disappointed when it wears off,” Michael said, running his hand happily through the cum on his stomach. Alex could feel himself starting to get aroused again. Another benefit of being in Michael’s body—alien refractory periods were short. “I like feeling how you feel.”

“Me too,” Alex said. His skin was starting to feel shriveled from the water, and he wanted to lie down, but his plans for work the rest of the day were the farthest thing from his mind. Plus, experimenting with their bodies, experiencing what each other liked, was more valuable than anything he was supposed to be doing today. “Maybe we should try some other positions, you know. For science?”

Michael grinned. “For science, absolutely.”

#Kinktober 2020 #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #my writing #i'm gonna try to post most days wish me luck

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sweetener - [sixteen]

Trial and Error

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: ~7K

Warnings: smut, smut gone kinda wrong, alcohol/hangover mentions

A/N: some of the ~positions in this chapter kind of imply that the reader is of a similar height to tom so sorry if that bothers you! other than that pls enjoy as we all try to recover from that instagram story, hope everyone is staying safe and staying home as much as they’re able to ❣

Updates: dunno sorry i thought i had a schedule there for a minute but i lost it

Tom was very tired. So very, very tired.

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to go out last night, seeing as he was already knackered from work and lectures and training, but he and Harrison had gotten home from training and Adam said ‘we out tonight?’ and what was he supposed to say? No? To £1.50 pints? Of course not. So, now, here he was on Tuesday afternoon, not even that hungover but just tired, trying not to fall asleep in a lecture.

Apart from the fact that he’d nearly whacked his chin on the desk three times in the last ten minutes, though, his head drooping as he nodded off, he was pretty happy. He’d had a whole weekend with just you, which was nice, no interruptions or awkward interactions with housemates on the stairs, and you were now Officially Together, which was even nicer. He’d been a bit surprised when you’d brought it up on Friday night - but not in a bad way, he just hadn’t really thought about it. He wondered afterwards what he would have said if someone had asked him if you were his girlfriend, like Ruby had asked you. Yes? Probably? Maybe? No one had asked so it had never really occurred to him to put a label on your relationship, but when he thought about after he decided that if pressed he probably would have said yes.

In any case that was all cleared up now, “Facebook Official” and everything - he’d even told his mum. Well, that might be stretching the truth a little - he’d been on FaceTime to her on Sunday night and his brother Harry had come into the room and said ‘hey Tom how’s your girlfriend?’. It had been kind of hard to gauge his tone because he was shoving crisps into his mouth as he spoke, but it sounded snarky and Tom was fairly sure he had no interesting in actually hearing how you were and just wanted to tease him for having a girlfriend while simultaneously dropping him in it with their mum. Tom’s suspicions were confirmed when she looked directly into the camera with a high pitched ‘what? Who!’ and Harry promptly left the room, leaving Tom to murmur ‘um, well, uh…’ while he tried to think how best to explain your relationship. It wasn’t that he’d been actively hiding you from his family, he’d mentioned you in passing a few times to his brothers,but it just hadn’t really come up. Maybe he should have mentioned it before putting it on Facebook, but what was he supposed to do, just message the family chat like hey btw i have a girlfriend now? In the end he just said you were a friend of his housemate’s and that you’d met a couple of months ago, electing to skip over the part about how he already knew of you from work beforehand because that was quite embarrassing and not really something he wanted to share with his mother, and then he changed the subject and asked to see Tessa before making an excuse to hang up.

Familial video calls aside though, he’d had a nice weekend, and though it was only Tuesday he was already looking forward to the next one. Not just because he was tired and wanted a lie in, but this Friday was Valentine’s Day. He’d never really been bothered about it so he hadn’t even realised it was coming up, but once he did Tom wondered if your “talk” would have happened this week anyway, regardless of the Liv/Harrison situation, and not even because of the actual holiday itself, but because of the night out. Valentine’s Day at the SU had a traffic light system - wear red if you’re taken, green if you’re single, and yellow if...well, Tom wasn’t really sure what yellow was for. Maybe? Proceed with caution? Anyway, you probably would have ended up having the conversation about your relationship status before the party, because it would have been extremely awkward if you’d turned up in different colours. Now, however, you both knew you’d both be wearing red, so that was good to know - that is, if you ended up going out. You hadn’t talked about your plans yet, whether you’d go out like on a proper date, or stay in, or go out with everyone else. Tom didn’t really mind what you did, as long as he got to see you at some point, so he figured he’d speak to you about it later and see what you wanted to do.

For now though, he really needed to concentrate on this lecture. He was trying, he really was, only it was really quite boring and his eyelids were really heavy suddenly, and the lecturer’s voice sounded really far away…

aaaCHOO!

Tom’s head snapped up at the sound of the person next to him sneezing, his body jerking as he was startled back into consciousness. This was hopeless, there was no way he was going to be able to stay awake for the rest of the lecture if he didn’t do something to distract himself. The lecture content itself was clearly not interesting enough to keep him alert and awake, so he decided to see what you were up to instead, and you replied after a minute or two.

nm just back from lectures, watching a movie with liv and mads x

Oh cool what movie x

Even without knowing what movie you were watching, Tom was certain that he’d much prefer to be on your sofa watching TV, instead of sitting in this uncomfortable chair in a cold lecture hall. That was basically all you’d done all weekend, though obviously without your housemates - which was for the best, because it would have been really awkward if they’d been sitting there when the episode of Friends where they get a free adult TV channel came on and you’d asked him if he watched porn and he’d nearly choked on his tea. He’d just said ‘sometimes’ and then asked if you did before taking a big sip of his tea to try and look nonchalant (which was a mistake because it was still too hot but he wasn’t going to choke again on the same drink so he just let it burn his mouth and throat and nodded casually when you also said ‘sometimes’).

Bend it like Beckham lmao x

Arent you in a lecture rn x

Ahh a classic. Yeh i am but

Tom paused, considering how to finish that sentence. But now I’ve just remembered you talking to me about porn and it’s distracting ?? Hmm, no, probably not like that.

its really boring and im tired so i keep falling asleep 😴x

Okay, better, now stop thinking about it. He wasn’t even really sure what “it” was, just the general idea of you and porn, and porn-related activities, and things he shouldn’t be thinking about in a lecture.

Early night for you tonight x

Oh dear. That didn’t help, because now he was thinking that you were right, he probably would be in bed quite early - but would he be sleeping? Probably not, and he did not need to be thinking about what he’d be doing instead right now.

Tom checked the clock on the wall, pretending to be reading the lecture slides on the screen below it. Only twenty minutes left…

Want me to pick you up on the way home and we can go straight to bed? x

He debated putting a 😏 on the end, or maybe even a 😉, but ultimately decided against it before hitting send. You were supposed to be coming over to his later that evening anyway, but now he couldn’t really think of a reason to wait any longer than was absolutely necessary. Plus this way maybe you would actually get an early night, which wouldn’t be a bad idea considering he had to play rugby the next day.

Sounds like a plan. When do you finish x

20 mins x

He hoped you were on the same wavelength and understood that he didn’t actually plan to go to sleep at 4:30 in the afternoon (though he could use a nap, but he could do that after). He’d find out in half an hour or so, he supposed, he just had to stay awake until then.

It turned out to be a lot easier to stay awake once he had something else to think about besides what his lecturer was talking about, so soon enough Tom was texting you to say he was on his way, and then again to say he was parked on your street. He debated going to the door, but he decided that it was probably best if he didn’t just in case Liv saw him and wanted to hurt him just for being friends with Harrison.

“Hey!”

Your voice as you opened the passenger side door made Tom look up from his phone, slightly startled as he was waiting for you to text back and wasn’t expecting you to just appear out of nowhere.

“Oh- hey,” he reached over to grab his bag from the passenger seat so you could get in, tossing it into the backseat as you shoved your own bag into the footwell.

You smiled once he turned back to face you, reaching across the car to touch his cheek as he leaned over to give you a kiss hello.

“You look nice,” Tom said when you pulled back, settling back into your seat and putting on your seatbelt.

“Oh,” you looked down at your outfit, then over at Tom. “Thanks.”

It wasn’t a particularly exciting outfit, just jeans and a slouchy knitted jumper, but it was cute - or maybe that was just you, it was hard to tell. In any case it was time for Tom to stop admiring you and start driving, the drive between your houses passing quickly as you talked about your day so far.

“Oh crap,” Tom muttered under his breath as you walked up to the front door. His curtains were still closed, and he remembered then that his room was a complete mess.

You weren’t meant to be coming over until later on, so when he’d woken up late he’d just jumped in the shower in the hopes it would relieve his hangover, shoved on the cleanest clothes he could find, and ran out the door. So, instead of stepping back to let you in once he unlocked the front door, he went in ahead of you and went straight to his room to assess the damage. Besides the closed curtains, unmade bed, and wardrobe doors flung open, his open gym bag and workout clothes were on the floor, the towel he’d used after his speedy shower before heading out on top of them. In his semi-conscious state this morning he hadn’t been able to find said towel, so the one he’d used this morning was draped over the back of his desk chair. He was wearing the jeans he’d worn out last night, so at least they weren’t on the floor, but the shirt he’d worn was, as well as the pyjama bottoms he’d slept in, complete with boxers inside them, sitting very visibly right in the middle of the room. A couple of cider cans and the tub from the Pot Noodle he’d had for dinner littered his desk, and the bag he’d brought to yours on the weekend was open at the end of his bed, its contents spilling onto the floor. Fantastic.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he quickly gathered all his clothes up into a pile and shoved them into the wardrobe. “D’you want a drink or anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you shook your head as you took off your jacket, setting it and your bag down by the door as it swung shut behind you.

“Okay, uh…” Tom trailed off, trying to fit his bags into the wardrobe and get the doors closed before everything started tumbling out. “Wanna put something on TV?”

“Umm… I dunno, is anyone home?”

“I don’t think so?”

Operation Wardrobe was mostly successful, in that the doors didn’t completely shut but nothing was falling out, so Tom considered that a win and moved on to straightening his duvet.

“Eh,” you laughed with a shrug. “Why bother then, we’re not going to watch it are we?”

“...yeah, fair enough.”

Deciding that his bed would do as it was and the curtains should probably remain closed, Tom moved towards you, his hands finding your waist as you pulled him closer by the collar of his jacket until your lips connected in a hurried kiss.

Guess you were on the same wavelength.

“I thought you were tired,” you smirked against his lips as he guided you across the room until your back was against the wall, his body pressed to yours.

“Well,” he sighed as he wiggled out of his jacket, your hands pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. “I was, but I’ll persevere.”

Tom reached for the hem of your jumper as your lips reconnected, his fingers brushing over your waist as he pushed it up.

“Oh right, okay,” you giggled when you separated again for him to pull your jumper off over your head. “Well done, must be hard for you.”

Well, something was hard, if not the act of staying awake. What was vexing him at present, though, was how many layers you were wearing. Your coat and jumper were gone, but you still had a vest top on, tucked into your jeans - and was that a belt? A belt?! You had boots on too, plus whatever underwear you had on - what a nightmare - well not a nightmare, obviously your underwear wasn’t a nightmare, but--

Tom’s thoughts were cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him again, and that was enough to get him to just get on with it. Your hands shifted from his cheeks to his shoulders and down his chest as he pulled your vest free. His tongue eagerly exploring your mouth, he kissed you more firmly before he stepped away to pull his hoodie and t-shirt off over his head. You followed suit, taking your vest off and dropping it on top of your jumper, then bending down to take off your boots while Tom kicked off his trainers.

His hands on your waist guided you towards the bed once you straightened up, one darting out to stop himself falling on top of you as you landed on your back on top of his crumpled sheets. Kissing as you went, you shuffled up to the top of the bed, you on your back and Tom beside you, leaning over you. Your legs tangled together, your fingers brushed through the back of his hair as he kissed down your neck and onto your chest, his lips following the line of your bra strap. Things started getting more complicated when he passed your collarbones though, and he realised that this was not your standard bra.

A pretty teal colour, your bra had complicated looking straps going across the tops of your breasts, just above the cups. The band was deeper than normal too, a sort of mesh lace covering your ribs almost down to your waist. After briefly pausing to consider whether to follow the cup or the strap (he chose the strap) Tom continued his line of kisses onto the centre of your chest, sucking and nipping at the skin in between your breasts. Your chest rose under him as you took a deep breath in, letting it out in a contented sigh as he lifted his head to look at you.

“This is fancy,” he ran his fingers over the thin strap decorating the top of your breast. “Did you wear this to uni?”

“No,” you shook your head, your chest moving under his hand as you laughed. “Bit much for a lecture, I think.”

You watched his hand as his fingertip trailed down between your breasts and along the underwire as he chuckled.

“Yeah, maybe.”

If you didn’t wear it when you went out, did that mean you changed into it just for him?

“What do you think, though?”

“Hmm?” Tom hummed, looking up to see you gesturing to your chest.

Were you actually asking what he thought of your bra? Or maybe just your boobs in general? It was more likely that you meant the bra, but either way the answer was the same.

“Oh, yeah, uh,” his eyes returned to your bra, like he even had to think about his reply. “Very nice.”

“Thanks… you know you’ve seen this bra before, actually.”

“Oh?”

Tom felt like he should probably look at your face instead of your chest while you were talking, but then you were talking about your bra, so many it was okay if he kind of went back and forth between them.

“Yeah, you know that Snapchat I sent you?”

“Ohh right, yeah.” Now he thought about it, it was actually kind of familiar, though if he was honest he had been more focused on the fact that you had sent him a picture of yourself in your bra than on what the bra itself looked like. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” you laughed again, a cute little laugh that didn’t really match up with the way your hand on the back of his neck pulled him into a kiss.

Tom shifted more on top of you as the kiss deepened, your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans to keep his body close to yours as you sucked on his bottom lip. Your other hand was still playing with his hair, your fingers twisting in the curls as he moved to kiss your neck.

“You know it’s funny actually,” you tilted your head to the side as you spoke, a gentle smile in your voice. “I didn’t mean to send that to you.”

…

…….

You what?

“Hmm?” he said instead, his face still buried in your neck but his eyes wide open.

“Yeah.”

That’s not helpful, who was it meant for?

Tom pulled back slightly, shifting to the side and resting his weight on one arm while he waited for you to expand.

“I was sending it to the girls and I just clicked on you too by accident.”

“Oh right… okay.”

He wasn’t really sure why you were telling him this now, or at all really, but if that’s all you meant then that was okay, right? It wasn’t like you meant to send it to another guy. Besides, that was ages ago, things were very different now. Like, if he’d found that out a few weeks ago he probably would have been a bit more freaked out because he had taken that snap as a sign that you were into him, so finding out that it hadn’t been meant for him at all would have kind of shattered that idea. As it was though, he had more than enough evidence now that you were into him, so it didn’t really matter too much now.

“Did you not think the caption was a bit weird?” you spoke again, taking him out of his thoughts and back to the present. “Like, why would I tell you I got this in the sale?”

“Oh, uh,” This is embarrassing - though not more embarrassing than sending a semi-nude to the wrong person. “To be honest, I didn’t read the caption.”

“You know what, that’s fair enough,” you laughed. “I’m glad I sent it anyway.”

“Me too.” Wait that sounds weird- “I mean not just because, like, obviously it’s always nice to see boobs-”

“Well yeah-”

“But it kinda like, you know-”

“-got things going?”

“...yeah,” Tom nodded, a smile growing across his face because yeah, that’s exactly what it did.

You were smiling too, and then before he knew it you were kissing again, his body shifting over yours. He kissed down your chest again, moving down the bed as he went, planning to take off your jeans - and his own, because they were feeling uncomfortably tight right now.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna say-”

Fighting the urge to sigh, Tom just looked up at you from where he was kissing the soft skin just below the band of your bra.

“-you know the other day when you said you wanted to try like, spanking or whatever-”

“Oh, I, uh-”

“- I was just wondering if there, you know, wasanythingelseyouwantedtotry?”

You’d said the last part in one quick go, the words running into each other, leaving Tom blinking up at you as he played them through in his head at half speed. Once he’d worked out what you’d said though, he still didn’t know what to say, because he definitely had not expected you to say that.

“Erm… uh… I don’t know…”

“Oh. Okay, never mind-” your voice went quieter, your face turning slightly as you looked away.

“No, like, it’s just - I can’t think of anything right now, but I’m sure - can I come back to you on that?”

Your eyes met his again, and your face relaxed into a small smile as you nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Cool.”

He waited a moment to see if you had anything else you wanted to say, but you just ran your fingers through his hair and said nothing, so he took that to mean he could continue. He pressed a few more kisses to your stomach before unbuckling your belt, undoing your jeans and pulling them down your legs once you lifted your hips to help him get them off. He swallowed as he tossed your jeans onto the floor, not taking his eyes off your underwear - a thong that matched your bra, barely covering any of you. That settled it, you definitely changed into different lingerie just for him - and that knowledge made it even hotter. Like, you looked amazing regardless, but knowing that it was for him? On purpose? You purposefully dressed like that for him? Yeah, that made it ten times better.

“C’mere,” he murmured, leaning down to wrap his arms around you and rolling you both over so you were on top of him.

You ground down onto him as you kissed, his hands squeezing your ass as you arched your back, rubbing yourself along his length through his jeans. He grunted as your lips left his, instead scattering kisses down his neck and chest as you moved down his body. Soon you were kneeling on the bed between his legs, sucking small purple marks onto the pale skin just above the waistband of his boxers. He was so focused on that that he didn’t even notice you undoing his jeans, until you were pulling them and his boxers down, his hard cock springing free and falling heavily against his stomach.

Tom watched as you licked along his length, sucking him into your mouth when you reached the top. He groaned when you bobbed your head, your cheeks hollowing around him. Your fingers curled around the base of his cock, following behind your lips as they slid up and down his length. You swirled your tongue around the tip as you came off him for a moment to breathe, your hand continuing to move up and down smoothly. After a moment you dipped your head again, taking him back into your mouth a little at a time. Your mouth felt so good around him, so warm and wet, and Tom was just thinking that he’d quite like to reach between your legs and feel something else warm and wet except he couldn’t really reach just now, when it occurred to him that maybe he did have an answer for you.

“Hey…” he muttered, not sure how to begin.

“Hmm?”

Tom closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tensing when you hummed around him. “I thought of something.”

You lifted your head, your hand still moving as your mouth left his cock. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, um,” What’s the best way to say this? Just say it, I suppose. “I dunno, you could like… sit on my face.”

“Hm…” you tilted your head thoughtfully. “What, while I…”

You trailed off, nodding towards your hand around his dick.

“Yeah… if you want.”

You hummed again, your hand still pumping slowly while you mulled it over. After a moment though, you stopped and nodded, sitting back on your heels.

“Yeah, okay.”

You moved aside while Tom took his jeans off, but when he lay back down you stayed kneeling beside him on the bed. He said your name questioningly, looking at you uncertainly.

“...you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, but didn’t move. “I dunno, it’s just like - it’s very exposing, isn’t it…”

He didn’t really know what to say to that - he’d gone down on you loads of times, so he didn’t really see what the difference was, but there obviously was a difference to you.

“Oh, well,” he sat up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows. “I mean you don’t have to-”

“No, it’s not that,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “It’s just… like I want to but…”

Tom stayed quiet, just watching you have this debate with yourself because it didn’t really seem like it actually had very much to do with him at all.

“D’you mind if I leave my pants on? Like, obviously you can move them to, you know, get at stuff, but like, I dunno-” you sighed, sounding exasperated with yourself. “I know that doesn’t really make sense, I just feel like it would make it easier for me to put my butt in your face.”

He couldn’t help but snort at that - not so much at the idea but just the way you phrased it. You laughed too, only a little more nervously.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he nodded, trying to make his expression more serious. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You nodded back, slowly at first but then more decisively.

“Yeah… yeah, okay. Sorry, I’m being weird.”

“Nah you’re fine, don’t worry.”

Tom sat up more, touching your cheek gently as he kissed you. Your lips moved tentatively with his at first, but it didn’t take long before you got back into it. Your fingers wound their way into his hair as he gripped your waist, your body shifting to climb back on top of him.

“Oh right, yeah,” you stopped suddenly, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Other way.”

Both of you laughed as you shuffled on the bed, turning around and swinging your leg over his chest. Tom held your hips as you moved back, until you were right in front of his face. He couldn’t see what you were doing, obviously, but he could feel your body over his as you leaned down, wrapping your hand around his length again. He had a brief moment of panic when he realised that when he pulled your thong aside everything was going to be upside down compared to what he was used to, but then he felt your mouth envelope his cock and he figured he’d just work it out as he went along.

Kneading your ass cheeks firmly as he spread them apart, Tom pressed a few teasing kisses to the wet patch in the centre of your underwear. Your body twitched slightly at the contact, but you didn’t stop what you were doing, so he assumed that meant he was good to continue. With one hand he pulled your thong to the side to expose your pussy, wet and spread open right in front of his face. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you that last bit closer, onto the flat of his tongue as he ran it through your folds. Your body still felt a bit tense, but you moaned around him when he traced circles around your clit with his tongue, so that was a good sign, right?

You both carried on like that for a little while, him eating you out while you sucked him off. Sometimes Tom found it kind of hard to concentrate on what he was doing because of what you were doing, but other times you stopped and his cock was just sort of sitting there in your hand while you moaned and pushed back onto his tongue, so he figured the same thing was happening to you so it was alright. Your thong kept trying to move back between your legs though, and he was trying his best to keep it out of the way with his face but eventually he had to pull one hand away from its very important task of squeezing your bum to move it properly.

Holding your underwear aside, he went back to massaging your clit with his tongue. Your mouth tightened around the tip of his cock as you whimpered before you lifted your head, your hand still working his length as you came off him with a wet pop. Tom grunted against your pussy as you started to grind against his face, his fingers digging into your bum as he guided your movements. He could feel the tension in your body building, your thighs tensing -- until your grip on his cock loosened, your hip movements faltered, and you pulled away from him.

“Ugh, sorry,” you groaned, climbing off him when he let his arms fall away from your body and onto the bed.

“What, what’s wrong?”

“I dunno,” you whined as you turned around, crawling back on top of him and straddling his hips. “I just feel like… like I can’t concentrate? I don’t know, I think I just prefer doing one at a time, there’s too much going on.”

“Okay,” Tom just nodded; there wasn’t really much else to say to that.

“Sorry…”

“No, don’t-” he switched quickly to shaking his head. “I know what you mean and like, if you’re not into it then what’s the point, you know?”

“Okay,” You nodded as he shrugged, but your expression remained uncertain. “Still… sorry.”

“Seriously, it’s fine - now we know.”

“Now we know,” you giggled as Tom reached for your hands where they rested on his chest, tugging on them to bring you close enough for him to kiss you.

His hands caressed your body as his tongue roamed your mouth, reaching around to undo your bra - or at least, that was his plan. When he got there, however, he felt way more clasps under his fingertips than he was expecting. He tried his best to keep kissing you as he worked his way through them, but after he’d undone three and it didn’t seem like it was any closer to coming off he had to stop, muttering a frustrated sorry against your cheek.

“Oh, right,” you pushed yourself up, reaching behind you to undo the last couple of clasps. “Yeah, it’s got like five things, sorry.”

All Tom could think was why though? Why make it so complicated? But he didn’t say that, instead he said:

“No worries. What about you?”

You were just leaning down over him again, presumably about to resume kissing him when he said it, and he instantly regretted it when you stopped and tilted your head in confusion.

“What?”

His only explanation was that your habit of starting full on conversations during sex must be rubbing off on him - why else would he interrupt you when you were on top of him with only soaked thong between you? Why didn’t he just let you carry on? It was too late now though, he’d just have to continue and hope it paid off.

“Is, uh, is there anything you wanna try?”

“Oh,” you straightened up again, sitting up straight in his lap. “Hmm.”

Tom watched you thinking, nibbling on your bottom lip contemplatively, and he was beginning to wish he’d just waited to ask you another time before you spoke.

“I’ve never done it standing up, that could be fun…”

Then he really wished he hadn’t said anything, because frankly he was way too tired for that, but you had tried his thing, so it only seemed fair that he try yours.

“Okay.”

“...okay?” you repeated, looking at him questioningly.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Wanna try?”

You seemed to consider for a moment, before shrugging with a casual ‘sure’. You crawled off him and you both got to your feet, your knickers soon finding a home on the bedroom floor.

“So like, how do we… do this?”

“Um, right,” Tom thought for a second, before placing his hands on your hips and guiding you so your back was against the wall, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. “And then I guess if you like,” - he moved one hand down to your thigh - “lift your leg?”

You did as instructed, his hand holding the back of your thigh firmly as you hitched your right leg up to his left hip.

“Erm…right...” he looked back and forth between your face and his dick, now sort of pressed between your abdomens, as you bit your lip to try and stifle the giggle that was threatening to burst out of your mouth.

Hmm.

Tom bent his knees slightly, using his free hand to try and position his cock at your entrance. You lifted up onto your tiptoes, using your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and that did help a bit. He was able to push inside you, but beyond that he didn’t really know how to go about this. The way your bodies fit together meant that he couldn’t really thrust into you properly - he tried, but it just didn’t really work, and you were still on your tiptoes which didn’t seem sustainable, especially because you were standing on one leg and only staying upright because you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Um-”

“Hmm…”

“This isn’t working, is it?”

Looking between your bodies, your leg wrapped him and your breasts pressed to his chest, he really, really wanted to say it was working, but the truth was it just wasn’t. “Maybe if I lift you up?”

“Pardon?” you laughed, a bewildered expression on your face.

“Like,” Tom squeezed your thigh where it rested on his hip. “Do that but with your other leg.”

You just stared at him for a moment, blinking once, twice, three times before you spoke.

“No.”

“Why not?” He couldn’t help but laugh at your flat tone, the confused smile still frozen on your face.

“Because you’ll drop me.”

Tom opened his mouth to say no, he wouldn’t drop you, but in all honesty he couldn’t say that with 100% certainty. He wouldn’t mean to, obviously, but he was tired, and what if he did drop you? Surely that would be worse than… whatever this was.

“...fine,” he said instead, helping you bring your foot back to the ground before he stepped back, cock slipping out of you in the process.

“What if I bend over the bed?”

“... yeah, that could work.”

And lo, it did work. With you bent over the edge of the bed and him behind you, Tom gripped your hips as he thrust in and out of you steadily. Your hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, pushing back to meet his thrusts, and it wasn’t long before he could feel himself getting close, the tension inside him built up after so long spent with your mouth around him and your pussy in his face. His fingers trailed across your hip as he reached around to touch your clit, a grunt passing his lips as he felt your walls twitch and clench around him as you straightened up to give him better access.

“Fuck-”

You turned your head to kiss him, all breathless moans and probing tongues into each other's mouths. Your body twisted as you leaned into the kiss, making Tom’s cock slip out as he moved to thrust into you again.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, more out of frustration than pleasure this time. He went to reposition himself at your entrance, but stopped when you breathed his name.

“Hang on…d’you wanna just...do it normally?”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah, okay, sure. Sorry.”

You straightened up and turned around properly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “S’okay-”

“I’m just tired and-”

“Seriously, it’s fine-”

“- I’m a bit hungover and-”

“Tom.”

The way you said his name finally made him shut up, assertive but still quiet, gentle.

“You’re fine, it’s fine. That last one was good, I’m just being awkward because I want to kiss you.”

“Oh.”

That was all he had time to say before you kissed him, as if to demonstrate your point - and honestly, you made a really solid argument. So much so that the two of you fell back onto the bed, barely breaking apart as you lay down and he pushed back inside you, your legs spread wide beneath him. Plus, it was nice to be lying down and back in his comfort zone, kissing your neck as he thrust into you, your fingers tugging at his hair, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist--

“Wait wait, stop-”

You both froze as someone came into the house, slamming the front door closed behind them.

For fuck’s sake are you fucking joking?!

Tom kept his face buried in your neck, but he could feel you holding your breath until you heard either Adam or Harrison (he was trying not to think too much about whoever it was) going straight up the stairs. He felt you exhale once an upstairs door banged shut, your hips bucking up as you sighed.

“Okay, carry on.”

He did as he was told and began to move again, thrusting into you. Your moans were quieter now, more restrained, which was a shame, but he’d take what he could get. You bit your lip as he shifted, his arms bracketing your head as he quickly built up speed until he was pounding into you. One hand still tangled in his hair, you slipped the other between your bodies to rub hurriedly at your clit.

“Oh fuck, please,” you whimpered, looking up at him slack jawed and glassy eyed.

“M’gonna - fuck - gonna come,” Tom grunted, feeling your walls clenching and squeezing his cock as he thrust into you as deeply as he possibly could.

Your fingers in his hair tightened, urging him to dip his head to kiss you. You moaned into his mouth as he obliged, your body jerking under his as you came. He kept thrusting into you as he came moments later, his own moans mixing with yours in a hurried, passionate kiss, your hips rutting together as you both rode out your highs. The kiss grew softer as the rhythm of your hips began to slow, until your tongues were lazily dancing together as you ground together slowly.

“Yeah,” you chuckled breathlessly when you finally pulled apart. “We should have just done that to begin with.”

Tom just laughed in reply, scattering kisses across your cheek and down your neck onto your shoulder as he caught his breath. His body was feeling very heavy now, every ounce of tiredness he’d felt earlier coming rushing back after that burst of energy and hormones, and suddenly all he wanted to do was sleep.

“...you’re kinda squishing me a bit, Tom.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his face nuzzled against your cheek until he replayed your words in his head and understood what you were saying. “Oh! Sorry-”

You unwrapped your legs from around his waist so he could roll off you, before crawling out from underneath him and searching for your underwear on the floor. Tom watched from his spot on the bed as you rummaged through your bag, pulling out a clean pair of knickers and the pyjamas that he’d lent you over the weekend. He just nodded sleepily as you said something about going to the bathroom, taking his dressing gown off the back of the door and tying it around your body before you left the room.

He didn’t think he’d fallen asleep, but it only seemed like a moment later when the door swung open and you came back in, and surely you hadn’t been that quick?

“Someone in there,” you explained when he looked at you in surprise - so maybe he hadn’t fallen asleep, you actually had just come straight back.

Tom nodded again, but this time he sat up, blinking furiously in an attempt to get his eyes to stay open. He couldn’t exactly go to sleep right that second, he was too naked and sticky, so while you hovered by the door waiting for the bathroom to be free he set about cleaning himself up and finding some clean underwear. It was only another minute or two before you both heard the bathroom door open, footsteps going across the landing, and then another door closing.

“Right, be right back.”

By the time you came back for good, Tom had changed into a fresh pair of pyjamas, put something on the TV, and shook out his duvet, and was lying under it all warm and cosy and trying to stay awake at least until you got into bed too.

“Are you actually going to sleep?” you asked as you slipped in under the covers beside him.

“Not like, properly,” he mumbled, turning onto his side holding his arms out for you to wiggle into. “M’just, m’gonna nap… jus’ for a minute…”

He was sure you didn’t believe that - he didn’t believe it either - he’d probably wake up in three hours not knowing who he was or what day it was. He didn’t get to hear whether you had anything to say about it though, because he fell asleep almost immediately, his breathing turning deep and even in your ear in seconds.

⋘ FIFTEEN | SEVENTEEN ⋙

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Cruel Summer, Part 6

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AN: Today was ~dramatic~ -- I woke up to learn that someone was posting this fic on AO3 and passing it off as their own. It was a BUMMER, to say the least, and it really threw me off. I haven’t posted fic in a decade, and I was really using this as a fun way to remember how much I loved writing (since doing it professionally can seriously zap the fun out of it). And hearing that someone stole my work made me incredibly upset and feel generally violated. I know it’s just fic, but... I work hard to write it and don’t think it’s too much to ask to receive the credit for it? I hope this chapter doesn’t reflect that because I was really excited for this one! Anyway. TL;DR, I ended up creating an AO3 page, so no one can post FOR me moving forward. I’ve updated my Masterlist page accordingly. And please don’t plagiarize, guys, it’s not cool. Okay. Enough of that negativity. Let’s get back to the important things. Like Rowan.

Rain pelts against Rowan’s window, casting a dark, ominous hue over his bedroom. His first real day off from work, and it’s storming outside, naturally. He’d planned to take it easy and go to the beach, maybe go for a long run. But it looks like that’s not happening now. He knows he’s being punished. This is the universe’s way of intervening and letting him know how shitty he is. Rowan can’t shake the image of Aelin’s hurt face. It is seared into his brain. And there’s only one way to get it out.

Rowan lounges back into his pillows and opens his laptop before typing in Aelin Ashryver into his internet browser. Her Facebook profile pops up immediately, but it’s set to Friends Only, and Rowan definitely isn’t brave enough to add her as a friend. Her Instagram appears next, and Rowan nearly jumps for joy that it’s a public profile.

The first picture is of the back of her head, her blonde hair piled high on top of her head in a messy bun, with tendrils curling around the nape of her neck, overlooking her balcony and the view of the ocean beyond. She’s back, bitches the caption reads, and Rowan can’t help but chuckle. Next is Aelin with her entire family at the head of Ashryver Playland in a picturesque pose with the caption Favorite place with my favorite people (minus @dorhav118 who gets in TOMORROW!!!!). The corners of Rowan’s lips curl downward as his curiosity gets the better of him, and he clicks on Dorian’s profile.

Rowan rolls his eyes at Dorian’s bio: “Hot as a pistol, but cool inside.”

His heart tugs at seeing the first picture. It’s from the pool party the other day, when Aelin was still in her white dress. She’s laughing at something Dorian said, her eyes closed tightly, glass of champagne in her hand, while Dorian smizes into the camera. Reunited and it feels so good <3

“Who kicked your puppy?” Manon asks from the doorway, and Rowan slams his laptop shut.

“No one.”

A wicked grin appears on her face as she stalks into Rowan’s room and slides onto the bed next to him. “I have a pretty good idea.”

Rowan sighs as Manon reaches over and opens the laptop back up, her long nails clacking against the keyboard. “Just as I thought.” She looks Rowan over, from the bags under his eyes to his hair, messy from constantly running his hands through it. “We’re going out.”

Rowan looks out the window at the torrential downpour and gray skies. “Out? In that? Where?”

“I don’t know,” Manon admits, “But I’m not letting you mope and stalk Aelin all day. It’s pathetic, and below you, to be frank. There’s got to be something we can do in this godforsaken town when it rains.”

It turns out there’s not that many options for what to do when it rains in the small beach town. Mostly everything is outdoors or beach oriented. But Manon decides that the aquarium is a good indoor activity, and it happens to be next to a brewery – for when they get bored. The pair Uber there, not wanting to deal with the hassle of worrying about sobering up. If Rowan’s not allowed to mope and be pathetic at home, he’s going to do today right. And do it drunk.

Despite it being one of the few indoor activities available, the aquarium is fairly deserted when Manon and Rowan arrive. It’s dark and damp and cool and strangely soothing, and Rowan lets Manon lead the way. She heads immediately for the reptile room, thrilled to see the alligators and lizards and snakes. Somehow Rowan isn’t surprised by this development.

They branch off into a small Amazon Rainforest room, filled with frogs and fish and even more snakes on low hanging branches, and Rowan nearly jumps out of skin when a large bird caws in his direction.

“I fucking hate birds,” he grumbles as Manon cackles in delight. “Can’t we see… cuter animals? Like, turtles and seals or some shit?”

Manon rolls her eyes and leads him straight to the shark tank. It’s open, so they can lean over it and look at the giant creatures. Rowan grits his teeth, only slightly terrified at the image of the fin cutting through the surface of the water.

“You know what you’re feeling is totally false,” Manon comments casually.

“Huh?” Rowan says, trying to maintain his calm façade.

“Sharks aren’t predators of humans. That’s the Jaws effect in action. It completely changed our perception of sharks and actually sparked a hunting frenzy that has put sharks in danger, even though they were just an important part of the ecosystem. Fuck you, Spielberg.”

Manon purses her darkly painted lips and twirls her white blonde hair, leaning over the tank further. Rowan shakes his head at his roommate, who looks like she wants to reach into the water and pet the fucking things. He’s never seen her so affected before.

“Why are you like this?” he asks, and she laughs.

“You’re not thinking about her anymore, though, are you?”

Rowan flicks her off. “I wasn’t.”

“A few more rooms will get you right back to that terrified place and not thinking about her at all. Don’t you worry.” She winks and leads him into an incredibly dark room, which is only lit up with glowing jellyfish. Manon is right, and within a few minutes, Rowan is feeling calm again. He lets the dark and schools of weird underwater creatures soothe him, and after they finish at the aquarium, Rowan is grateful he let Manon drag him out of the house.

“Beer?” she asks, and Rowan nods readily.

“I think I earned it.”

“Shut up, you fucking loved it. Think we should get a fish tank?” she asks, and Rowan shakes his head immediately. Manon is strange enough without tending to creatures from the deep in their apartment.

They brave the rain, realizing they both forgot umbrellas, and make a mad dash down the street. Rain soaks Rowan’s shirt, but he feels light. They duck into the brewery, and Rowan shakes out his hair, spraying water all over Manon, like a wet dog. He’s never seen her look so horrified.

“You’re lucky I set my makeup, so it’s immoveable every day,” she says with narrowed eyes. “First round’s on you, asshole.”

Rowan orders them two beers fairly quickly, despite the brewery being packed with patrons (he guesses this is where everyone goes when it rains). But when he turns around to hand Manon her drink, he’s surprised to see her mid-conversation with the very last person he wants to see.

“Rowan!” Dorian calls him over with a wide smile, and Rowan grimaces as he joins them. “I was just introducing myself to your stunning roommate,” Dorian says, and Manon rolls her eyes. But Rowan knows she’s beaming internally with the praise. Manon knows she’s beautiful and doesn’t let anyone forget it, despite her lack of interest in men.

“Uh, hey, Dorian, right?” Rowan says, pretending like he wasn’t just browsing the man’s Instagram profile merely hours ago.

Dorian laughs heartily. “Rowan, come on. We’re friends. Any friend of Aelin’s is a friend of mine.” He grins again, and Rowan can’t help but stare at his incredibly white teeth. He wonders if he whitens them. He must, because no one’s teeth are that naturally white. Or straight.

“Come sit with us!” Dorian points to their table where Aelin sits with the same two people from last night.

“Sure!” Manon says, the same time Rowan says “NO!” emphatically.

“Come on,” Dorian pleads. “We have a big table, and the place is packed. You’ll be lucky to find standing room otherwise. Please, Aelin would be horrified if I let you leave without saying hi.”

Rowan’s stomach churns, but he feels trapped. He can’t say no. “Lead the way,” he says, and Dorian smiles another blinding smile.

“Great.”

He leads them to their table, and to say that Aelin looks shocked to see Rowan approach would be an understatement.

“Look who I found!” Dorian exclaims, gesturing to Rowan and Manon, who stand next to the table awkwardly. “Chaol, Nesryn – these are two of Aelin’s friends, Rowan and Manon.”

The brunette dude, Chaol, gives Rowan a tight smile and short head nod, but the woman, Nesryn, stands and shakes both their hands politely.

Rowan and Manon slide into the two empty seats, and of course Rowan is directly across from Aelin. She looks at him curiously as he takes a large sip of his beer.

“So, how do you know Aelin?” Chaol asks, breaking the awkward silence.

“Rowan works at the park,” Dorian explains. “And Chaol is Aelin’s ex-boyfriend and my other best friend,” Dorian chuckles.

“It’s not as awkward as it sounds,” Chaol says with a laugh.

Aelin squints her eyes and looks at Chaol. “Mmm… it kind of is.”

Manon snorts. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?” she says, leaning toward Aelin, and Aelin flips her golden hair over her shoulder and shrugs.

“Two handfuls, thank you very much,” she says and feels herself up, showing how her chest spills over her hand, too much for one to grasp fully.

“Aelin!” Chaol chides, and Rowan can feel heat creep up the back of his neck as he stares at Aelin’s ample cleavage as she lifts it up.

Dorian cackles, his laugh piercing through the room as he tips his head back. He reminds Rowan of Manon when he does it, so amused with others’ discomfort.

Rowan glances back at Aelin’s chest, and when he looks up, she’s staring back at him, one brow raised in question. He immediately finishes the rest of his beer, downing it in one gulp.

“I need more beer. Anyone else?” Rowan asks, and to his surprise, Chaol stands and offers to come with him.

The pair stand side by side at the bar, waiting for their drinks, and Rowan is unsure of what to say to his current crush’s former paramour.

“So…” Chaol begins, and Rowan cocks an eyebrow at him as he leans against the bar. “You were at The Mason Jar last night,” Chaol says, naming the dive bar where he’d met up with the guys the night prior. “Aelin booked it to the bar when she saw you,” Chaol continues. “You guys, like, a thing?” he asks, curiosity seeping through his anything but innocent question.

“What?” Rowan says, bowled over. “No. Uh. Not at all.” Rowan is more than flustered. “I thought she and Dorian were…”

And at that Chaol tips his head back and guffaws. A deep, full-body belly laugh, erupts from his mouth. “Dorian?” he gapes, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. “And Aelin?” He shakes his head. “No. No no no. Never.” Chaol pauses. “They kissed once when they were thirteen, but other than that. No. Dorian is her person. Which is why it could never work between us, even though we tried for five fucking years,” he sighs and scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. “But, no. They’re definitely not.” Chaol looks at Rowan, and Rowan feels like he’s seeing through him completely. Chaol smiles softly. “You really thought? Hmmm.”

Rowan is stunned. Seriously stunned. He has no idea how to react. Or how to process this new information. Dorian and Aelin are not dating? They’re just… friends? So, Aelin is available? And has been flirting with Rowan for the past week, and Rowan just shot her down? Rowan rubs his forehead with his hand, which he thinks is the only thing stopping him from banging his head against the bar in shame. Rowan is an idiot.

An idiot who needs to apologize to Aelin. Immediately.

“This was, uh… enlightening,” Rowan says as he accepts his drink from the bartender, and Chaol can’t help but laugh again.

“Did you do something stupid?” he asks cheekily.

“So stupid,” Rowan says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, she was kind of in a mood after she came back from talking to you,” Chaol says, and Rowan groans. Chaol holds up his hands in surrender. “Just trying to help!”

Rowan turns to him fully and examines the brunette with his concerned brown eyes and has to ask, “Not to be rude, but why?”

“Because Aelin deserves to be happy,” he says resolutely. “And I kept her from being happy for a really long time because I’m a selfish bastard,”Chaol admits way too freely. “But, how could I not?”

“You still love her,” Rowan says, and Chaol shrugs.

“I think once you love Aelin you always love her. For better or worse.”

Rowan motions to the table. “I’m gonna…”

Chaol smirks. “Yeah, get to it.”

But back at the table, Aelin and Dorian are nowhere to be found. Manon sighs, obvious to Rowan’s distress.

“She went to sign up for karaoke.”

“Oh no…” Rowan groans.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin says, bounding back to the table, exuberant.

“Don’t worry. I signed you up, too, Rowan,” Dorian says with a grin.

Aelin frowns, her eyes filled with apology. “I told him not to.”

Dorian rolls his eyes. “And I told her that if Rowan wants to hang with us this summer, he’s gotta get initiated.”

“It’s fine,” Rowan says, smiling in what he hopes is a nice and not creepy way to Aelin. She looks momentarily confused, but she doesn’t have time to think about it because she’s called up to do her song with Dorian almost immediately.

The pair sing “Shallow” flawlessly. And now that Rowan knows they aren’t dating, he can see their friendship all too clearly. Aelin and Dorian love each other fiercely; their passion rages through everything they do, but it lacks a spark. It’s platonic, Rowan finally realizes. He’s been such a fucking fool.

Rowan’s name gets called next, and his stomach is is knots, wondering what song they’ve chosen for him. When he gets to the front, though, he nearly laughs. They’ve chosen a song he could sing with his eyes completely closed.

Shorty get down, good lord… baby’s got ‘em up all over town…

Strictly biz she don’t play around, cover much ground, got game by the pound

Getting paid is her forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can’t get her out of my mind

Think about the girl all the time…

He knows the song is comeuppance for calling Aelin friendly last night, but he crushes it nonetheless, singing his heart out, performing for the masses. When Rowan finishes, the crowds go wild, applauding like crazy.

He sees Aelin bolt from the table before he can get back off the stage, and decides to follow her. She heads down the long hall back to the bathrooms, and his long stride helps him catch up quickly.

“Aelin!” he shouts, and he’s grateful that she pauses, but her arms are crossed over her chest, a clear defensive stance that tells him to keep his distance.

“What?” she snips, obviously pissed. They haven’t actually interacted with each other since last night, and Rowan knows she has every right to be angry with him. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me? What are you even doing here, Rowan?”

“I’m an idiot,” he blurts out, and he can see Aelin’s face morph from pissed to amused. She bites her lip to hold back her smile.

“I mean, I know that, but why do you think that?” she says, her blue gold eyes glowing with challenge. He takes a step closer to her, and she backs up until she can’t back up anymore, pressed against the side of the hall. He pauses his approach, not wanting to make her feel cornered. If she wants space between them, he’ll let her have space.

“I was so out of line last night,” Rowan apologizes. “You were right. You were just trying to be friendly. I was being a dick. I thought…” Rowan pauses. He doesn’t want to be this tongue tied, but she flusters him, and he can’t get anything out how he wants to. “It’s not harassment when I want to be touched. By you.”

Aelin’s eyes narrow. She looks suspicious as she examines him.

“I knew I was good at karaoke, but damn, I didn’t anticipate this kind of turnaround…” Aelin smirks and takes a breath, and Rowan risks taking another step forward. She holds up a hand and presses it against Rowan’s chest. He didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to her. Warmth from her palm seeps through his shirt, and he breathes heavily. She looks up into his eyes with curiosity.

“Seriously, what changed your mind?” she asks.

“If I say Chaol’s name right now it’s just going to make things weird,” Rowan says, dipping his head slightly, and he can’t help but notice her tilt her head up to him. He zeroes in on her lips, leaning down to get even closer.

“You’re right,” she says with a soft laugh. “You were still a jerk.” Her eyes flick to his lips, and Rowan darts his tongue out to wet them.

“I know,” he breathes softly. “And I mentioned I was an idiot, right?”

Aelin nods and leans in to close the gap between them, the charge, the magnetism between them now palpable, strumming through Rowan’s body, pulling him downward.

“Hey guysss,” Dorian drawls as he walks past them quickly, and Rowan straightens up suddenly. Aelin darts under his arm, freeing herself from being backed into the wall. He sees her take a large breath. “I was wondering where you’d gone.” Dorian looks between them, and then grabs his stomach. “I have to pee so bad. Don’t mind me!” He continues down the hall. “As you were!”

Rowan goes to finish his apology, but the moment is gone, and so is Aelin. He needs a moment to compose himself, and when he makes it back to the table, she’s already deep in conversation with Manon and Chaol and Nesryn about the latest karaoke performance. Apparently in his absence someone murdered “Bohemian Rhapsody” and not in a good way. But Aelin acknowledges Rowan’s presence with a flash of a smile, despite not breaking her conversation.

Manon side eyes Rowan suspiciously, and Rowan brushes her off. He’s not ready to talk about whatever just did or did not happen in that hallway.

Their chatter is aimless but pleasant as afternoon bleeds into evening, and eventually they all decide to disperse and head home. Rowan never gets a chance to speak to Aelin alone again, but when he and Manon are in their Uber heading home, his phone flashes with a Friend Request from Aelin Ashryver.

“Hmm,” Manon hums pointedly as Rowan bites back a smile. He spends the rest of the night in bed, scrolling through Aelin’s social media. As he’d originally planned to do with his day. Only now, he doesn’t feel as mopey or pathetic. He lets the rain, still relentless, lull him to sleep.

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Thirteen - To Come Home

Word Count: 2104

Author’s Note: Yeah, so I think I’m going to maybe do a prompt list. And it doesn’t just have to be John Krasinski/Jack Ryan and Jim Halpert.... I dunno, I really like writing at the moment and I think I should try out some oneshot sort of things.

WARNING: implied smut.

March, 2007.

"So, Y/N is meant to be having a meeting with Michael and Jan today... And no-one but Pam and I know she's back in the States." Jim explained to the camera, glancing at his watch. "And as of two minutes ago, she has been in my car for two hours. Or in the warehouse, or wherever isn't the office." He glanced out into the main office. "I really hope she stays here in Scranton." He muttered softly, and a wave from Pam cause him to jump up. "Excuse me."

"Jan just called from the road, she should be here in ten minutes..." Pam informed, and as she did, the office door opened to reveal you, looking rather intensely at the floor that divided the office from the building behind you.

You needed time to think, to consider what could happen in the upcoming meeting, what people might think of you returning. In your thought, you had tidied out Jim's car, spent twenty minutes catching up with the building's security guy, Hugh, and gone to the bathroom twice. And after procrastinating for what felt like five years, two hours had passed, and you had a meeting to attend.

You took a breath, and set your shoulders, stepping into the office with a pretty smile and a wink to Pam. You kept your head high, stopping beside Jim in front of Pam's desk.

"Excuse me, Miss. I have a meeting with your manager that was moved up from noon to 11?" You said, loud enough for the office to eavesdrop. Jim shook his head, heading back to his desk with a big grin on his face, taking a seat to watch the scene unfold. He could see a few faces trying to place the dark-haired beauty, something about her too familiar.

"Ah, I have you right here, Miss Y/L/N. I'll let Michael know you are here." Pam responded in a loud voice, and your old colleagues jumped up to greet you. Phyllis was first, hugging you tight.

"What ten months can do! Do they not have food in Europe, Y/N?" She asked, and you noticed the ring on her finger.

"You're engaged!" You squeaked, and Phyllis nodded, letting you examine the ring.

One by one, you said hello to your old coworkers, even stopping by Dwight's desk to say a quick hello. Jim had stolen your old desk, Ryan stealing Jim's before that, and it was only one of the changes you noticed. There were two new staffers in the building, no doubt from the Stamford branch, and you noticed the woman from Jim's photo at a newly placed desk beside Phyllis. You headed over, smiling to her as she finished a phone call.

"We haven't met yet... But I'm Y/N. Jim has told me all about you, thought I'd say hello." You held out a hand, and Karen looked you over before smiling and returning the handshake.

"You went to Europe right?" She double checked, and you nodded, registering the sound of the front door opening again. You turned to see Jan, who smiled and nodded for you to follow her.

"Nice meeting you." You said quickly, straightening your top as you followed Jan into Michael's office. The moment the door was closed, Karen walked over to Jim's desk, tapping on his hand and gesturing for him to follow her into the hallway. Jim glanced at Michael's office door and then shrugged, following her out.

"What's up?" He asked, hands stuffed into his pockets. Karen turned to face him after pacing a few times.

"Y/N... You didn't tell me she was... Well..." Karen fumbled over her words. She wasn't the sort to get jealous. "She's hot, Jim. You described her as like a six at best and that girl is at least an eight point two." Jim laughed at that, quickly stopping himself when he saw she was serious. He, pulled her close, whispering something softly into her ear. A smile grew on Karen's face at the words, and she kissed Jim softly.

"What did I say to Karen?" Jim looked into the camera, a smirk crossing his lips. "A gentleman never tells."

"So, are we agreed?" Jan asked, looking between you and Michael, the latter of which had a frown on his face. "The temp will go with a glowing recommendation, and Y/N will be based here in Scranton as the company's reserve on Foreign Correspondence. What the Rochester branch can't handle, we have Y/N available for." Jan reiterated the agreement. "Y/N will also be available to the Scranton branch as a sales rep, though she answers directly to Corporate."

"First you left for Europe, and now you're joining the likes of Toby... Answering straight to corporate..." Michael grumbled, and you sighed.

"Michael, I won't have you talking to like that to my employee." Jan reprimanded him playfully, and smiled at you. There was clearly something going on there. "It's good to have you back with us, Y/N. Your boxes are being brought up by Darryl just now. You should be settled before lunch is over." Jan held out a hand, and you shook it quickly.

"Thank you so much, Jan. I promise to not let you down." You nodded, and Jan left the office, only you and Michael remaining.

The quiet was held for a few moments, uncomfortable and tense, before Michael let out a long sigh.

"So what? Everyone else gets a party?" You tried to joke with him.

"What am I supposed to say to a traitor?" Michael hissed, and you laughed out loud.

"I didn't betray you, Michael. I got out of Scranton, and I missed you, and I came back. If anything, this only makes us even after the Todd Packer thing." You folded your arms, and Michael looked down. He had hoped you had forgotten about it. "Why don't we go out tonight? We can get some food, catch up?" You suggested hopefully, giving Michael your best puppy dog eyes. He frowned deeper, trying his best to hide his smile, before he let it all burst out.

"Ah! I can't stay mad at you. Fine, yes, dinner! I want to hear all about Europe and, oh Y/N, the things you have missed here." Michael clapped, jumping up and hugging you tight. You did your best not to fall over, and Michael let go to open the door. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He called to the office. "It gives me great pleasure to announce that Y/N is back in Scranton!" The announcement was met with applause, and you curtsied to amuse your coworkers.

"Where you wanting the boxes, Y/N?" Darryl asked, standing by Pam's desk. You looked around the room, seeing the soon-to-be free desk was right across from Creed, and you bit your lip. As much as you wanted to be here, having Creed looking down your top the whole time was the last thing you dreamed of.

"Desk beside Jim's." You directed Darryl to place your boxes on Ryan's desk, who rushed out of the kitchen when he noticed.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked, frowning at the smiles Dwight and Jim shared. "That's my desk."

"No, that's your desk." You pointed over to the spot beside Creed.

"But I'm not a temp anymore."

"And I'm not having Creed look down my shirt all day. Of course, I'm sure Kelly would love if you moved to the annexe with her..." You trailed off, smirking as his face dropped. Unlike Jim, you couldn't be pushed over so easily, and you remembered Ryan's weaker points.

"Creed is great." He said quickly, and you looked to a laughing Jim and winked. Within ten minutes, you had your new desk arranged and an office chair that didn't squeak.

"How did you do that..?" Jim asked, amazed by your ability to take back what you wanted. He hadn't wanted to cause any negative feelings between him and Ryan when he first came back.

"I'm better than you." You replied, taking a seat and placing down the last of your personal effects: a photo of you and your mom.

"Really? Because... The sales sheet would say otherwise." Jim had challenged you, and you had been in the office for no more than an hour.

"First to five sales?" You accepted it with a cheeky grin, and Jim nodded.

"Pam, keep count." He said, looking back at Pam, who was enjoying it all too much.

"Of course. Ready?" She asked, and with a nod of her head, the games begun.

"They really eat that much seafood in Spain?!" Michael asked through tears of laughter, the pair of you walking out the restaurant close to 11.30 that night. Your first day back had been more than successful, catching up with everybody, beating Jim in your competition, even messing a little with Dwight. It felt good to back in a routine, and you slotted back into the office like you never even left.

Michael and you had stuck to the plans, heading out after work to reconnect over burgers. And the past five hours had been filled with drink and food and joy, that you almost didn't want to get in the taxi.

"243 Maple Wood, please. Then 7303 Bonnie Place." You instructed the driver, sitting yourself beside Michael in the backseat. He looked up at you as the car took off.

"So you and Jim finally decided to date?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "I knew it! I always knew it, I have a radar for this sort of thi-"

"Oh, no!" You interrupted. "Jim is just letting me stay until I find a new place. He has a spare room, offered it to me last night instead of a hotel." You explained quickly, and Michael didn't look convinced.

"I don't believe a word you say Y/N, the chemistry there is palapalable..."

"Do you mean palpable?" You giggled, shaking your head. "He's been dating Karen for what, four months now?" You guesstimated, and your friend shrugged. "You seriously thought we were together?"

"Well, you're really touchy feely around the office with him, always getting him coffee and tormenting Dwight..."

"We're best friends..."

"Maybe." Michael shrugged, and the conversation ended there. You had never thought you were overly attentive to Jim, but looking back, the pair of you did partake in platonic PDA fairly often. "It'll be weird... Not really being your boss anymore." He spoke up again.

"I assure you Michael, you can order me around all you like. It'll be like old times, except some of the time I'll be speaking in Spanish over the phone. Or French..." The car slowed down outside of Jim's place, and you gave Michael a squeeze. "Thank you for tonight. I missed this."

"We'll make it a monthly thing." Michael said nonchalant, and you opened over the cash for the full fare.

"I'm holding you to that... And I wouldn't stress too much about the whole Jan thing... It'll work out at some point." You assured him, jumping out of the car. Part of the night had been dedicated to Michael's turbulent love life, and you were filled in on Carol at Diwali, then Christmas, and Jan at Christmas, which had led to a bizarre relationship that sort of happened? You had suggested dating outside of two women, but knowing Michael, he wouldn't listen to that advice until they were either both dead or married.

You tapped twice on the cab's roof, sending it speeding down the road towards Michael condo, and you walked up the driveway to Jim's front door, unlocking it with the keys he had given you that morning. You locked the door and dropped the keys in the bowl, heading first into the kitchen, and grabbing a drink.

As you shut the fridge, you heard giggling, and you walked into the living room to find Jim and Karen half naked on his couch, in the middle of a rather heated make out session. Karen spotted you first, her eyes widening as she covered herself with Jim's shirt.

"What... Why are you here?" Karen asked, and Jim looked over.

"Shit... Sorry Y/N..." he muttered, and you cracked open your can of beer, sending the pair a smile.

"No problem, I'll be in the guest room, headphones on... Enjoy your night, guys." You couldn't help but chuckle as you walked behind the couch to your sleeping quarters, the awkward situation was not what you had expected to face that evening.

And then, you realised that finding your own place, it might be better to do sooner rather than later.

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Hey- I know you’re busy but but for a writing prompt could you please do “please don’t cry” + a kiss on the forehead? Thank you so much!

Hello, dear. Thank you for your understanding and sorry for the long wait! I hope this is worth it.

Prompt: “Please don’t cry” + kiss on the forehead.

Plot: the Reader’s day couldn’t get any worse. Could it?

Warnings: none

You weren't having a good day. It happened, it wasn't a big deal. You didn't even know why, but since you woke up in the morning you felt like a heavy feeling was trapping you, enveloping you and pushing you further under the covers. The Master had woken you up by blasting music in the TARDIS. You could hear it from the console room down to the corridor and to your room. It was a classical piece you recognized as one of his favourites as he sometimes hummed it when he was deep in thought and it was giving you a headache.

You huffed and covered your head with your pillow. You just didn't feel like moving at all. But the Master seemed to have no intention of lowering the volume; on the contrary, you felt it so clearly it was like it was playing right next to your bed.

Finally, you decided to get up and get ready for the day. Usually, the prospect of having a whole day full of crazy adventures with the Master made you jump out of bed. Today, everything seemed to have lost colour.

-Gooood morning, sunshine! - the Master welcomed you opening his arms and smiling widely. At least he seemed to be having a good day.

-Morning- you muttered rubbing your head and bringing the warm cup of coffee closer to you.

-You look tired my dear, haven't you slept enough? -

-I'm good- you said, your voice still hoarse with sleep.

-If you say so. We're gonna have some fun today! -

You hummed and listened to his rumbling about a certain Ronax or Corax or something and how he deserved a slow, excruciating death.

You brought the cup to your lips and cursed under your breath as the hot liquid burned your tongue.

The Master didn't pay attention to that as he kept talking like a professor taking an important class.

You didn't care much about plans, you usually ended up not following them anyway. You were too busy focusing on your empty stomach. The Master could go on days without eating, god knows how, so the kitchen in the TARDIS was usually empty. It didn't bother you, usually, but today you just felt like it was one more trick the universe had pulled on you to make your day awful.

When the Master was done with his monologue (which didn't help your headache whatsoever), you just followed him outside. You got instantly hit by the blinding light of two suns.

-Oh yeah, forgot to tell you to bring sunglasses-

You groaned and covered your eyes as best as you could, trying your best not to trip on the rock-covered floor.

-Is there a place to have breakfast in here? -

The Master began walking toward the tallest building visible. -Nope. The Thals don't need food. They usually ingest their own gastric juices-

-That's absolutely disgusting- you commented trying to shake the image off your head.

The Master suddenly stopped walking and you bumped into him.

-What...-

-Ssh- he took your hand and quickly led you behind a well-hidden wall and a few seconds later a guard dressed in shining silver clothes walked right next to you. The Master stared at him passing by, keeping his hand in yours.

When he was sure you were safe, he turned to you.

-Alright, here's how we're gonna do it. You are going to get inside the building and get to the safe room. To get in you'll show them this- the Master handed you his psychic paper. -Then, you're going to sound the alarm next to the door and wait for me there. Everyone is gonna run out and that's when I'm coming in-

You tried to listen carefully, although you felt tired like never before. You always wanted to be helpful to the Master but right now all you wanted was to eat and get back to bad.

-Y/N- the Master snapped his fingers in front of you. -Are you listening? - he asked with a slightly annoyed frown. -Am I asking too much? -

You hated when he talked to you like that as if you were an idiot.

-Yes, I am- you bitterly replied. -Get in, sound the alarm and wait for you-

-Good- he nodded.

-Now go, we don't have much time-

You walked out of your hiding place and inside the tall building. He looked a lot like a medieval tower but inside it was like a high tech space ship.

As soon as you stepped in, you felt everyone's eyes on you. It was probably an impression as a lot of people were walking in and out, you probably looked like one of them, just facing a workday. You decided to ignore your gut feeling telling you, no shouting at you to abort mission. You weren't going to disappoint the Master and make him talk to you like to a five years old. You could do this.

Someone hit your shoulder hard making you stumble. You looked back at them and they glanced at you meanly.

You decided to shut up and keep walking and reached the back of the huge room. You tried to look as casual as possible as you approached the guards, who were looking at you coldly, back straight and spears in hand.

-Hello, I need to enter the safe room-

One of the guards extended his hand.

-Pass-

You took the psychic paper and showed it to them, trying your best to make your hand stop shaking.

The guards took way too long to examine it but eventually gave it back to you and stepped aside.

-Thank you- you nodded and walked past them. A few meters away, you saw the door to the safe room.

"That was easy" you thought as you could already feel the smell of a nice, warm breakfast and the feeling of the soft pillow under your head.

Except there were two buttons.

You looked back and forth between the red one and the green one. The Master hadn't told you about two buttons, did he?

You looked back at the guards. One of them was staring at you. You cursed under your breath trying to keep your composure. The Master was waiting for you to sound the alarm. He trusted you with this.

"Alright think" you urged yourself. "Two buttons. Red and green. If you were an alarm button, which colour would you be? "

The guards were now talking quietly between them. Talking about you?

You felt so tired. Why did you even get out of bed at all?

"Okay, okay" you tried to calm down. "It's gotta be the red one right? I mean, it's an alarm. Alarm equals danger, danger equals red". It was hard to keep the track of your own thoughts but you were fairly sure you had never seen a green alarm button. You took a deep breath.

"It's now or never"

And you pressed the red one.

For a second or two you didn't hear anything. Then the two guards turned around and pointed their spears to you.

Oh, shit.

-Freeze! - they shouted and, of course, you started running.

You had no idea where the corridor led but you could feel the guards only a few steps behind you so you were ready to take a chance.

You ran as fast as you could, feeling your feet hurting and your legs giving up a couple of times. You could see the end of the corridor ahead of you. You had no choice but to stop and try to catch your breath. Turning around, you saw the guards turning the corner and running toward you. You backed up, your back hitting the wall. That was it. The plan had gone wrong and it was all your fault. The Master didn't know where you were, you were alone, the guards would catch you and probably kill you on the spot, or worse.

You could feel tears burning the corner of your eyes when suddenly you lost your balance and fell backwards.

Your back hit the floor of the TARDIS and you saw the Master looking down at you with an annoyed expression.

You quickly got up. -How did you...-

-You were taking too much time- he simply explained walking toward the console.

You turned toward the fake wall. It was now closed and the TARDIS started shaking, sign that you were taking off.

You glanced at the Master, his expression left you no doubt: he was mad.

-Master...- you tried to apologize but he raised his hand to stop you.

He ruffled his hair in a nervous gesture and then placed his hands on his hips, looking at the floor.

-I asked you to do one simple thing- he said raising his index. -Just the one-

You gulped, wanting to disappear. You hated to disappoint him, but to be fair, it hadn't been completely your fault.

-And you couldn't even press a damn button! - he shouted.

You took a step back, watching him as he scratched his beard.

-This was important, Y/N. I mean what...what happened to you? - his expression had softened but you would have rathered to face his rage than his disappointment. You felt your eyes sting once again.

-I don't...- you looked away. -I don't know. You told me to press the buttons but there were two of them and I didn't...-

And suddenly, you were crying. Tears started streaming down your face without you being able to control them. You did your best to wipe them away but as soon as you dried your cheeks, new salty, hot tears wetted them again.

The Master's eyes widened.

-Oh no- he whispered. He never knew how to act when you showed your emotions. You hardly ever cried, you didn't like to show your vulnerable side to anyone, especially him, who always looked so strong and confident. But now you just couldn't control yourself.

You covered your face with your hands. It had been a tough day, since the beginning you had felt like everything had gone wrong.

And now this.

You felt the Master getting closer to you.

-Y/N...- he said softly, tentatively taking your hands off your face.

-Please don't cry-

You looked at him from heavy eyelids. -I'm sorry-

The Master looked at you with a kindness in his eyes he hardly displayed.

-Don't ever apologize for being vulnerable in front of me- he said cupping your cheeks.

-And don't worry about today...I should have been more careful-

You sniffled as he stroked away a solitary tear.

-We'll try again another time. Alright? -

You nodded and he kissed your forehead.

-Now can I get a smile? -

The corner of your mouth twitched up.

-There we go- he smiled.

-What do you say if we go and grab something to eat in that little coffee shop on Moon 34 you like so much? -

Your smile widened and you nodded.

The Master managed to surprise you every time.

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delimeful · 5 years

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the shapes in the silence (1)

aka the tiny dragon virgil au you never knew you needed

warnings: fear, hunger, feeling trapped

Chapter 1

Virgil paced through his room in agitation, measuring pros and cons in his head. He didn’t want any of the other Sides to see him like this, for a multitude of reasons, but he’d put off eating to stew in bed for too long, and hunger had come back with a vengeance.

Normally, this wouldn’t be too much of a problem. He would slink out of his room, use the well-worn shadowy corners of the mindscape to get to the shared common area, and lurk until he could find a moment where nobody was there.

Those moments were far and few between, what with Patton’s insistence on cooking at all hours, as though trying to impart some of his culinary skills upon their host through persistence alone. Still, worst came to worst, he could always bluff through it. Patton knew when to back off most of the time, and the others were clearly more than happy to avoid contact with him whenever possible.

That was normally, though, and now definitely wasn’t normal, he thought to himself, tail lashing behind him.

Yeah, a freaking tail. Because he was currently in the form of a deep purple, chihuahua-sized dragon.

He’d worked himself into a panic attack the first time he’d woken up like this after a bad night, nearly drowning in his suddenly huge blankets, but by now it was just an unfortunate fact of his miserable life. If he got too worked up, he would change, and be stuck like that, no access to most of his normal abilities, until he’d turn back at seemingly random. He’d managed to wait every transformation out safely in his room so far, but after three days of little sleep and all his hoarded food gone...

His small, leathery wings flapped a couple of times with his irritation, and he snorted, forcing the extra set of limbs to lay flat on his back. Of all things to become when he was sufficiently stressed… Well, it wasn’t like Thomas’s nonsensical mind was anything new to him. He should have expected this, really.

...He couldn’t even have been a normal-sized dragon. At least then he’d be able to scare others off. Unbelievable.

He paused for a moment at the door, pressing one of his deer-like ears against it. It was… fairly quiet. At the very least, if Roman or Patton were out there, he’d be able to hear them. Plus, at this size, it’d certainly be easier to hide in the shadows. His stomach reminded him of how empty it was with a grumble, and he grumbled back at it.

Fine, he’d risk his scaly skin trying to get something to eat. Everything could go terribly wrong, but that wasn’t anything new for him anyways.

He glanced up at the locked doorknob to his room, and then focused on wanting out. His room very thoughtfully provided a cat-flap, so well blended with his door that he almost missed it. He hissed petulantly at the indignity, and then pushed through it anyways. Better to have a quick way back into his room if things went south.

He started down the hall at a swift jaunt, confident that nobody would come down this hallway since his room was the only one connected to it. Once he reached the stairs to the common area, he slowed considerably. He’d never seen the area while in this form, and it all felt so… large.

He shook himself. No time to stall.

Carefully, he slunk down the stairs, keeping away from the bannister so he could slide right into the more shadowy corner at the foot of them. He crept along the edge of the wall. If he followed it, he would end up at the doorway to the kitchen eventually-

A small movement, and he froze.

On the padded armchair, Logan was sitting, back straight as he paged through a book. He’d almost missed the logical side with the way the chair was angled to the rest of the room. He berated himself.

Roman was certainly the worst of the three he could run into here, but Logan was a close second. The Side had shown he was quite persistent in attempting to understand anything that confused him, and a cat-sized dragon sneaking around was sure to catch his attention. He shuddered. Definitely didn’t want to give Logan the opportunity to break out the mad scientist tools.

Slower, he continued moving, thankful that Logan’s attention was focused on the words in front of him. He made it to the kitchen entrance and peered in. No sign of Patton or any in-progress meals in sight, which made him almost sag with relief. He drew his claws in, careful to make as little noise as possible against the tile as he stalked over to the cracked-open pantry door. A full meal was impossible to make, so he’d just have to take as much as he could carry, and sneak out, preferably taking the other wall to be behind Logan’s line of sight.

Unfortunately, as much as he could carry was… not a lot, at this size. Not only that, but he craved meat in this form more than anything. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, though, so he carefully sized up the jump and crouched, before leaping to the bottom shelf with a light thump. He froze, but heard no sounds indicating that Logan was getting up. Okay. So far, so good.

He pushed himself up onto his hind legs, and gripped the shelf above with his claws, pulling himself up with an effort that strained his shaky muscles. His wings automatically started beating to give himself a boost, and he hurried to fold them back down yet again. Damned things. They were a lighter purple on the thin flesh that stretched between each wing joint, and ridiculously eye-catching.

Still, his slip up didn’t seem loud enough that it would draw attention. Luckily, he’d left some of his stuff on the shelf second from the bottom, meaning that he didn’t have to do any more climbing. His food was mostly devoid of crinkly wrappers, so that his stealth kitchen runs were as quiet as possible.

Before he could properly grab a protein bar, which was massively oversized in his little clawed hands, he heard footsteps on the tile. He immediately scurried back, pushing himself into the back corner of the shelf. In his rush, a bag of unpopped popcorn slid halfway off the shelf. He silently willed it not to fall, and then the pantry door was pulled fully open, letting in the ambient light. A pleasant humming was audible above him.

He stared at the blue shirt, his vision of the rest of the Side cut off by the shelf, pupils blown wide with fear and webbed ears pressed flat against his skull. Don’t panic, he told himself sternly. It was just Patton, probably grabbing something to snack on or trying to figure out what to make for dinner. Don’t panic. He just had to stay quiet and wait it out. Don’t-

Patton’s leg bumped the edge of the popcorn bag, and he paused in his humming.

“Oh, who left this out?”

His heart stopped as Patton crouched down, grabbing the errant bag and scanning the shelf for where it belonged. Soft brown eyes locked onto his own, and for a moment they were both frozen.

Patton dropped the popcorn with a thud. “Oh my stars…”

This was bad. Virgil tried to shove himself further back into the corner, barely seeing Patton’s starstruck expression. This was bad, this was bad. Patton lifted a hand and Virgil’s eyes snapped to it, his wings flaring out like a bird trying to make itself look bigger. He bared his teeth, a low growl rising up from his chest.

“Woah, woah, easy little guy! I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” Patton hurried to reassure him, leaning back and tucking his hands underneath himself. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

The motion of sitting on one’s hands was so quintessentially Patton that some of the cloying fear faded from his mind. He immediately cut off the growling and made himself smaller, tucking his wings back in. What was he thinking, acting like some kind of feral animal? If it had been anyone but Patton, they’d have seen him as a threat for sure, and disposed of him accordingly. This form was so small, he wouldn’t even be able to fight back.

Patton’s gaze seemed to brighten as he saw Virgil ‘calm down’, an awed smile crossing his face. “Well aren’t you just the cutest! What are you doing in our pantry, kiddo? Are you hungry?”

Virgil was thankful that he couldn’t blush in this form, because this was utterly embarrassing. His ears flicked back and forth for a moment, wondering how he was going to get Patton to let him go, when his stomach made a groaning protest at even the mention of food. He resisted the urge to disown it. Patton gasped in surprise, and then nodded firmly, determination in the set of his brow.

“Don’t you worry, little guy. I’m gonna fix you up something great!”

With that, the moral side reached into the pantry with both hands, gently maneuvering Virgil out of his corner and into Patton’s arms. He tried to scuttle backwards, but Patton made soothing noises at him, and it wasn’t like he could actually bite him. The side clearly hadn’t figured out who he was; he had to depend on that if he wanted to make it out of this unscathed. He had to act timid, harmless. It was a jarring change from his normal persona.

Still, he couldn’t help but dig his claws into Patton’s skin as he found himself high up in the air, suspended only by Patton’s arms. Sure he had wings, but it wasn’t like he’d ever practiced using them!

Thankfully, Patton seemed content to set him down on the counter, smiling at him cheerily before opening the fridge to search its contents, beginning to list out possible food items he could use. Virgil eyed the drop to the ground, still a little dizzy from being lifted so suddenly. If he ran, would Patton chase him? He’d still be hungry, either way. Patton was treating him kindly, if a little patronizing, so would it really hurt to play the role long enough to get a meal...? So long as the other sides didn’t find out-

“Patton? Who are you talking to-?”

Logan’s voice cut off sharply as Virgil whirled around, nearly slipping off the counter. No, no, no, no, no. Of course all the commotion had been audible from the living room. He turned tail as Logan approached, but before he could attempt to scale the fridge, a hand carefully seized the base of his wings, pinning them together the way one would hold a captured butterfly. His feet slid against the slick countertop uselessly. Trapped. Oh god, Logan was going to figure him out immediately and they were going to call Roman to slay him for being a monster and-

“Is this a… miniature dragon?” Logan asked, curiosity coloring his voice. Virgil’s tail lashed back and forth desperately as he ineffectively tried to wriggle out of the hold.

“Logan!” Patton greeted, “Yeah, I found him in the pantry! I’m trying to figure out what to make for him, poor thing’s half-starved!”

“Curious.” He curled in on himself as Logan ran a critical eye over his form. “Starved seems like a mild exaggeration. What did you have in mind?”

Patton hummed for a moment in consideration. “I’m not sure! What do you think, Lo?”

“Well,” Logan shifted his grip, and Virgil suddenly found fingers prying open his mouth with relative ease, “going by its molars and canines, I would estimate it follows a mostly carnivorous diet.”

He shook his head free of Logan’s grasp, growling lowly despite himself. Thankfully, Logan seemed unperturbed, simply turning away from him.

“Beyond that, Patton, I find it likely that this creature escaped the Imagination. It would likely be happier to be returned to its natural habitat.”

Virgil froze at the words, panic seeping through like ice in his veins. He already had a hard enough time defending himself in the Imagination when he had access to all his abilities. Like this, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Aww, c’mon kiddo, I want to make sure he’s properly fed before anything else! I’m sure Roman won’t mind if we keep an eye on the lil’ guy until he gets back, right?” Patton turned his pleading gaze onto Logan, who managed an admirable ten seconds before admitting defeat with a sigh and adjusting his glasses.

“Very well. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Don’t worry about it, Lo. I’m not the,” he lifted a package of sausages from the fridge, “wurst at cooking, you know!”

Logan groaned in admonishment at the pun, and then looked at Virgil consideringly. “In that case, I will keep an eye on our… unexpected guest.”

Virgil’s stomach dropped unpleasantly, but he forced himself to focus. Patton had bought him time, so he wasn’t doomed just yet. They still thought he was just a dumb animal. He only needed to find an opportunity to get away.

Despite his inner pep talk, he still shied away when Logan reached out for him, lifting him off the counter like one would lift a scruffed kitten. It was much less supportive than Patton’s carry was, and he started shaking in the hold, nerves getting the better of him. He’d been trying to suppress his instincts as best he could, but what was the point? It wasn’t like they knew it was him.

Logan didn’t pause as he walked past the array of furniture in the common area, heading upstairs, and Virgil felt his heart enter his throat. Where were they going? Was Logan taking him to the Imagination after all? Did he already know who he was, and was simply waiting until they were alone to get rid of him, to spare Patton the trouble? A distressed warble came out of his throat as he twisted in Logan’s grip.

“Stop moving,” the grip on him tightened, “I am not going to harm you.”

Like he could trust that. Still, his thrashing slowed once he realized they weren’t, in fact, headed toward Roman’s side of the Mindscape. They were headed towards Logan’s room. He barely refrained from shooting a longing glance back at his own hall, trapped by Logan’s firm hold. So close, and yet so far.

Once they’d passed into the logical side’s room, he found himself deposited on Logan’s desk. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare around, having never been in any of the others’ rooms before.

There were a surplus of books piled around, unsurprisingly, but also a large, slowly revolving globe and an oversized telescope in one corner. A whiteboard took up half a wall, the air smelling faintly of dry erase marker. There seemed to be star maps charted out on the ceiling, and he wondered if Logan had drawn them by hand or simply willed the room that way.

Before he could take in any more, there was the sudden sensation of cold metal against his front leg, and a simple clicking sound. He jumped, waving his leg as though to shake the foreign object off. It remained steadily in place, and he stared at the small, metal band, heart racing in his ears.

It was a cuff, inscribed with small glowing circuits.

“There,” Logan said with an air of satisfaction. “with that, you won’t be able to wander off while we aren’t looking.”

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #g/t #dragon au #does this count as g/t....#the shapes in the silence #tiny dragon virgil #poor lad cant catch a break #ask to tag #My writing

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emma-what-son · 4 years

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Emma Watson can’t sing. Here’s how I know:

I stumbled upon this article today. Since we were recently discussing Emma’s singing in Batb I thought I’d post it.

Elise's Voice Lessons April 2017: Have you seen Disney’s 2017 version of Beauty and the Beast? I’m betting you have. I practically dragged my husband to it by pointing out how many action and alien movies I had watched with him since we’d last seen a chick-flick. And it’s topped the box office how many weeks in a row? I don’t really know, so fortunately that’s not what this blog is about. This blog is about singing. And Emma Watson singing . . . holy over-processed, Batman! Now someone out there is bound to be offended and jump to Emma Watson’s defense—she is after all millennials’ beloved Hermione Granger. But hear me out! I know that Emma Watson is not a professional singer, and I’m not so naïve as to think there wouldn’t be some touch-ups made to her singing—I’m not even strictly a purist. Bring on the Auto-Tune for touch-ups if you must!

Since finding out that Emma Watson had been cast I knew I was unlikely to get an interpretation as lovely as the Broadway or London Casts’ stage productions (the original London cast is the best version of the Disney musical out there IMO). Which was unfortunate, since this ↓ is truly lovely. Sadly, "Home" didn’t make it into the movie other than as part of the background music. ☹

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However, moving on with life, I was completely willing to give Emma Watson a chance. Belle is, after all, a fairly young and innocent character, so an untrained but pretty voice would be fine for that character. Even refreshing. But that is not what Disney delivered. Disney delivered a “photoshopped” version of a voice that doesn’t sound like Emma Watson’s speaking voice at all, with echoey reverb and telltale signs of A LOT of Auto-Tune within the first few phrases of Watson’s singing.

And that makes me frustrated for so many reasons. I’m frustrated that Disney won’t stand behind their choice of Watson and let her voice be her voice. It makes me mad, because it’s teaching young girls that their voices have to sound processed to be beautiful (read more on my opinion about that here). And I’m annoyed that Disney thinks they have to cast someone who is guaranteed to send those money-spending millennials to the movie theater rather than having the confidence to hire someone with less name recognition but more singing experience and stand behind their quality of work. It’s like an artist who screws up a drawing or painting but says “Oh well, I’ll just scan it and fix it in Photoshop.”

But the Photoshopped version is no longer a painting. Duh. Over-processing a sound is just as glaring as an over-processed image if you know what to listen for. And after reading this, you’ll know what to listen for. First let’s begin by listening to the opening song from the other two Disney versions.

The first is the animated movie. The singer is Paige O'Hara, a Broadway actress. Try listening for slight pitch variations. Nothing truly out of tune, but little dips and shimmers. If you can’t hear that yet, no worries. Slight differences in pitch can be hard to pick out if you’re not used to it. Listen to the longer notes especially. If you know what vibrato is, that’s an example of very slight pitch changes. Scooping or swooping sounds are hitting a pitch slightly flat and then raising the pitch to be in tune. Now ask yourself where it sounds like she’s singing (she’s obviously in some sort of recording studio situation, but what might the shape of the room look like? Can you visualize it from the sound? I’m asking you to use your "bat sense"). Outside? Inside? In a long hallway? In a small room? Large room? Room with a high ceiling? In her car? In the shower?

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The second recording is Susan Eagan from the original Broadway cast. You hear the difference right? You may not be able to quite put your finger on it, but it’s there, right? Ask yourself the same questions—do you hear pitch variations? Where is she singing? If you’ve got time, switch back and forth between the two and try to really identify the differences between them. You might mostly notice how long they hold out the notes or the way the pronounce the words. However, try to really use your "bat sense" again and hear the difference in the sound quality.

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Right, so where does it sound like these singers are singing to you? If I were to describe it, I’d say that O’Hara’s version sounds like she’s in a small carpeted room, more or less. She’s got kind of a light, “thin” sound, like there are no hard walls or anything for the sound to bounce off of. She even sounds a little like she may be outside, where again there would be no walls for the sound to bounce around on. Eagan’s recording sounds like she’s in a bigger room; it’s a little more reverberant like maybe there’s a tall ceiling where she is, or a long empty hallway (not literally, but do you get the idea of describing the sound?). All right, now let’s move on to Emma Watson’s version. Again, listen to pitch, especially on the long notes (though there aren’t many of them in Watson’s version). Ask yourself where it sounds like she’s singing.

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Okay, okay, doesn’t it sound like she singing in the bathroom? I mean, seriously? Do you hear that? That’s called reverb, short for “reverberate” and it’s extremely common to add it to modern popular music. So maybe it’s a quality that just jumped out to you as “modern.” But the thing is, it’s not real. No human voice actually sounds like that. It’s possible for the human voice to generate its own quality of depth—that’s what singers study for years to learn how to do well without damaging their voices. It’s the mature sound quality in the first two examples. But if you want to make a thin voice sound more “mature” and resonant, you can artificially add reverb. And there’s a lot of reverb when Emma Watson sings in Beauty and the Beast. I especially notice the difference as the rest of the cast enters in singing “Bonjour! Bonjour!” Their sound is dramatically less touched-up. And what about pitch? Doesn’t Emma Watson have the most wonderful accurate pitch EVER? She’s so good, her pitch is purer and more flawless than either of those previous examples we listened to. And that’s once glaring indicator that Auto-Tune has been used. Do you hear how Watson almost never actually holds a note out? Maybe that’s a stylistic choice. More likely though, I think she is unable to sustain the note for very long with clarity of sound. Her breathing seems shallow which may be one reason why. She also may tend to go flat on sustained notes as I hear very minor blips toward the end of these longer notes where I think the sound producer has messed with the pitch a bit (listen to the sustained notes on "before," "people" and "say." And there's a very definite blip on "sell"). They don’t sound like the natural vocal blips of placement changes or passagi (read about that here). So can Emma Watson sing in tune? Or I guess the real question is, how far out of tune does she sing? I don’t know, because they put a band-aid on it. I can hear where there used to be a "problem" because I can hear where there is now a "fix." Is it covering a paper cut or a gaping hole? I have no idea. But shame on Disney if they’re covering up paper cuts and making young girls listen to an artificial sound that they can never hope to achieve. Because the vast majority of those girls have no idea that what they’re hearing is fake. Shame on Disney for adding artificial maturity to a voice and teaching young girls in yet another aspect of their lives they need to try and grow up sooner. Pile on the makeup, stuff your bra, and sing with a deeper voice. Because young and innocent isn’t beautiful enough. That’s what girls need to hear, right? So do I know that Emma Watson can’t sing now? Actually, as a voice teacher, I’m guessing that underneath all of that processing her voice is just fine. But that’s not the message Disney is sending. Her voice was so bad that they thought they had to rework and patch up her voice until it’s not even a truly human sound. They didn’t do that to Gaston’s voice (but then, they actually cast someone who had singing experience for his role). And in 20 years when sound processing technology has changed the difference between the two voices is going to be even weirder and more noticeable than it is today. So, thanks Disney, for sending a subliminal message of hastening maturity and setting an unattainable standard of vocal “perfection.” I’m sure girls everywhere will thank you someday.

#beauty and the beast #singing

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luminousbeansarewe · 4 years

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wandering stars

ch 8: once more

pairings: none || rating: teen || characters: original characters, original clone trooper characters

tags: canon-typical violence

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tagged: @yourbitchystudentartist @lordimperius

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Kamino, Tipoca City, Clone Military Education Complex, 22BBY

The five cadets stood in the foyer of the training hall, and though they were mostly still, the very air around them seemed to fidget with anticipation. All except for Sol, who was resigned. During the small hours of that morning, in the wake of her few moments with Shaak Ti, she’d decided she would simply follow the lead of her teammates. Whether their strategy seemed foolish or not, she planned to do as they asked. What else could she do, at such a critical moment? They may argue among themselves, but perhaps if Swift was not bristling constantly at her, that might ease off as well.

The lights adjusted, and the doors slid open to reveal a new landscape unlike the one the terrain drill had begun with the last time.

“Cronos Squad,” came a familiar, harsh voice over the intercom. Sergeant Apma was behind the transparisteel of the observation deck once again, speaking into the comm hub. “Today’s test will be unlike yesterday’s. You must adapt, and work together, to pass. Slanar.”

Just as Sol’s guts were finally turning, suddenly anxious as she realized that the gentle Jedi who had been so supportive of her the night before was not with her trainer on the deck, the lights changed again and the world was in shadow. They stood on stones that rose high above the floor below; a pathway of them led through a gorge to a short, steep cliff on the other side. Almost instinctively, all of them reached up to turn on their helmets’ nightvision.

“This way,” called Grip from ahead of her as he began to take short leaps from rock to rock, finding the way that was most traversable.

“You’ve gotten awfully good at this, since your slippery days,” Twofer teased him from behind. The jab was good-natured, and Grip even laughed.

“Had to do something to get you guys off my back,” the clone retorted.

“Too bad it obviously didn’t work,” Swift said with a chuckle. They hopped along with relative ease. This was a warmup, at best. At the other side Grip pulled out his cable gun again, but this time it was a brief climb to the top. From there, a plateau of highly suspicious ease stretched away from them. But they shuffled onward, weapons in-hand.

Needless to say, shots were leveled at them from above in short order. There was nothing resembling cover, so they all made a mad dash for whatever terrain was next, dodging all the while and taking the occasional shot at the turrets above. Sol could feel the blasts coming; that strange sense had been developing over her time here, the tug in her mind that seemed to pull her out of the path of incoming fire. She kept near the others without crowding them, just as they’d been trained, and they all kept a zig-zagging path to confuse the targeting systems. When they reached a thicket of low trees, the blasts stopped.

“Alright, we know how to get through these. Just focus,” Swift urged as they began to push forward, dodging between tree trunks and keeping a weather eye ahead for dangers. As the trees thinned and the light improved, they became less beholden to cover, moving more quickly.

Until a blast droid swooped in from above and took a potshot at Stone, who only growled and ducked to avoid the second blast. Almost at the same moment, Sol and Twofer took aim and shot the droid down. The clone shrugged as he realized they’d both hit.

“Always did prefer two shots to one,” he growled, which was his way of telling her she wasn’t on his shit list that day— yet.

“Stone, you alright?” said Swift, coming over to inspect his brother’s shoulder.

“M’okay,” Stone assured him with a groan in his voice. “I can make it the rest of the way unless they get me somewhere worse.”

“Alright. Let’s keep moving.” Back to scanning and moving carefully. The second two droids never landed a shot; this time, it was Grip and Swift who took them out. Finally the trees dwindled, and they were looking down into a valley once more. This one had much less in the way of cover, and the squad looked between one another for a moment.

“Guess we just gotta go in,” Grip muttered. “In first formation. See what happens.”

“‘Lek,” Stone agreed. “Just keep an eye open.” Carefully they waded out into the open area, alert.

It was sudden and terrible when the ground beneath them began to violently shudder, and all along a line parallel to their path a split began to appear, rendering a void between them and their goal.

“Kriff!” yelped Grip, fumbling with his equipment before he yanked out his cable gun again. “I got it!”

“How are we all gonna swing at once?” Twofer exclaimed in a high voice. Grip was the only one with a lifeline.

“Jump now!” Sol urged, already starting to move. “Go! Go!” For once, Swift didn’t argue— the two of them catapulted across the widening chasm, and Twofer was on their heels. He landed hard, and Swift had to grab ahold of his arm and yank him back away from the gap as he struggled for balance.

For a split second, Sol saw the figure of her father as he vanished over the cliff’s edge on Lysarta again. Heart in her throat, she turned to see Grip’s cable flying over to sink into the ground nearby.

“We’re gonna swing!” Stone called, already gripping the line along with his brother and taking the smaller man by his shoulders. Swift went over to stand on the claw where it had found purchase in the soil, to keep it extra secure. The other two cadets were already jumping. Time almost froze around them; Sol watched as their pendulum seemed to stretch into eternity, willing desperately for the two of them to make it.

Stone’s feet thudded against the cliff wall followed by Grip’s, and they began to climb in unison. Twofer and Swift were cheering them on, when suddenly one of Stone’s feet slid against the surface of the rock and slipped. Sol almost heard the thrum through the air as the cable snapped taut, but not yet broken.

“No!” Swift leaned over the cliff and took the cable with his dangling brothers on the other end of it in both of his hands. “Help me!”

Without another thought, both Twofer and Sol rushed over to join him in heaving the line up; arm over arm, feet on the ground, meter by meter until finally gloved hands reached up to paw at the ledge.

“Kriffing finally!” Grip laughed as Swift tugged him up and the others reached out to haul Stone behind him.

“Scared me, vod,” Swift replied, clapping Grip’s shoulder.

“What’s next?” Stone asked as he dusted his gloves off against his cuisses. They all turned for the first time to look at what awaited them. The valley continued downward at an easy pace, then sloped back up. Here there was a little more cover.

“Let’s find out,” Twofer said with an audible grin.

“Keep to cover,” Swift said, his bucket turning towards Sol. “Tayli'bac?”

“Alright,” Sol replied with a nod. Her tone was so even she was almost proud of it, particularly in the wake of his rude insistence. They moved from spot to spot in a line, which gave away their numbers, but Sol said nothing.

“Do you hear that?” Grip asked, stopping suddenly between two boulders.

“What?” Swift turned to face up the direction his brother was. “I don’t hear— kriff!”

It was on top of them almost before they knew it; a huge rock was tumbling down the far valley wall, hurdling at a pace that seemed too quick for something of that size. Just in time, the squad leapt away, two forward and three back the way they’d come.

“Jango’s bones!” Twofer shouted. “What the hell was that?”

“Come on, quick!” Swift urged, waving them over. They scuttled like frightened ducklings to join him behind a boulder, Sol ducking yet another surprise— a shot from some blast droid nearby.

“Oh, great,” Stone groaned. “Is it just me, or is this much worse than yesterday?”

“It’s worse,” growled Twofer.

“Listen,” Swift said. “How are we gonna do this? There’s not as much cover as last time, and now there’s falling kriffing rocks!”

“Did anyone see where that shot came from?” Sol asked, wishing she’d been able to spot it before the tug had warned her it was coming. She was fairly sure she knew, but she wanted the boys in on it.

“Northeast,” Grip said immediately, pointing. “It’s not far away.”

“Let’s move in two lines down the field. Keep close, but not on top of each other. It’s a longer haul between cover, but we can watch each other’s horizons for both blasts and incoming boulders.” Swift was pointing out the paths he wanted the two lines to take.

“Fine, but me and Grip go with Stone. He’s the only one injured,” Twofer said.

“Any objections?” Swift asked, turning towards Sol pointedly.

“Sounds good to me,” she replied. It did sound good, for once, which kept the bile of resentment out of her throat. The clone had almost sounded like he wanted her to disagree; he seemed a little surprised when she didn’t. But, their entire progression through this drill had been a hundred times smoother than the last one.

“Alright.” He signaled to the others, and they began their descent. Before he made to lead her on their parallel path, he turned and came very close to Sol’s helmet with his own. “Don’t argue with me on this one.”

“I’m not,” she replied, a little terse. He sure did make it difficult to be brotherly, she thought.

“Good.” And he departed down towards the next low area of stones, taking a couple of shots on his way. Sol leapt to avoid a couple of blasts, but then that sound came again. Her head snapped around to see another boulder, this one coming right at her and Swift. It was about to careen off the low rubble ahead and flatten them both, or at least knock their heads off.

“Swift!” she shouted, and the words felt distant. The tug came again, and this shot was aimed directly at her teammate. Time again seemed to screech to a halt as she realized with mounting fear that no matter what happened, at least one of them was going to get hit.

Without another thought, she sprinted directly into Swift’s armored figure and shoved him with all her might away from the path of the blaster bolt. A nanosecond later, a sharp burning pain blossomed in her side and tore through her already frazzled nerves. Both of their bodies fumbled to the ground, and the boulder whizzed overhead harmlessly and down into the valley behind.

She heard muffled shouting and a barrage of blaster fire before all sound and color collapsed, and everything went dark.

#star wars fanfiction #tcw fanfic #the clone wars #fanfic #original clone troopers #clone trooper ocs #my fic #my ocs #cronos squad

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hystericalweenie · 4 years

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - The Sexperiment

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: The Double Date

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n is doing better than ever; she’s finally in a relationship with the man she’s been constantly thinking about, she has some great friends, and she’s thriving at her dream job. Except, there’s one problem: being in a relationship with one of your coworkers can get really steamy, and can cause a lot of sexual frustration. Her new pitch idea may solve exactly that problem, but will George be okay with it?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! **“The Sexperiment” is inspired by an actual Cosmopolitan article (here’s the link!) IM BACK BABBYYYYY thank y’all for being so patient with me, I truly needed a mental health break with everything happening, along with my finals going on. But I’m back now, so expect more coming!!! ;)

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s NSFW content..aka smut. You have been warned. Also angst :/ srry this is kinda short

I began to awaken when I felt something against my heat. The sensation was too real to be a dream, and I felt myself gently awaken, my eyes opening to see my legs parted, George’s face in the middle of them. His eyes met mine, watching me whilst his tongue slowly lapped at my flesh. I sighed at the euphoric sight and feeling, my back already beginning to arch as my hips began to buck against his mouth. He held my hips down, making it easier for him to accomplish his goal.

My hands moved to his disheveled locks, raking through the curls as our eyes met once again, my nerves already unraveling, beginning to reach their peak. My legs flexed as his tongue moved faster, expertly drawing shapes on my flesh that made my breath hitch. Toes curling, I forced my eyes open to watch him, allowing my climax to take over me in spasm-like movements. He brought his face up to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips as we kissed.

I wished we could have stayed like that, warm, bare skin flush against each other whilst we slowly kissed. I was reminded that I had to go into work, but I was grateful for my makeshift alarm clock.

The windows casted the light of a newborn day, the sun still in hiding as the sky was painted in the dull colors of dawn. This meant that I had time to shower, that we had time to shower. His eyes still puffy with sleep, he parted his lips from mine, taking time to absorb my vulnerable groggy state before taking my hand and guiding me to his bathroom. Though being in the city, the world was quiet–quieter than usual, at least–at this time, and we didn't take it for granted. Our sex wasn’t exactly vocal, nor was it rough or fast. With the warm water running down our bodies, he’d picked me up and had my back against the cool tile wall, my legs wrapped around him.

His pace was slow, taking his time pumping in and out of me. The only sounds surrounding us were the water puttering against the tile and the shower curtain, and the shakiness of our breaths combined with the unholy noises of his length slowly burying in and out of my heat. My fingertips gripped his soaked, slicked back locks, trying to hold myself together as he only slightly quickened his pace. His parted lips rested against my shoulder, his own shaky breaths and curses warm against my wet water-droplet covered skin. My legs tightened around him as I reached my second climax of the morning, feeling him give a final thrust and still as my walls clenched around him.

After that, we spent time shampooing each other’s heads and washing one another’s body, littering wet skin with loving, tired kisses. After drying off and returning to the bedroom, I hide to fight the urge to crawl back into his bed and let my drowsiness take over. But, I forced myself to change into my work clothes I’d packed, letting him help me by clasping my bra and zipping the back of my pencil skirt, his hands cupping my ass for a moment before reminding himself of the time.

Our slow, loving morning routine made me wonder what our life would be like if we’d lived together, if we’d spend time loving on each other each and every morning.

I wondered.

Throughout the day, I received text messages from my blond roommate, asking if I’d wanted to go out for dinner and drinks with George to accompany her and Faith on their first date. After asking George on lunch and him kissing the back of my hand with a “doesn’t matter to me, angel”, I agreed to the double date and climbed into the passenger seat of his car as gracefully as I could, though my feet were tired from attending meetings throughout the day with Dean.

“You can get ready at your flat, then we can go back to mine and we can leave from there?” I suggested as he started the engine.

“Sounds good,” he confirmed, sending me a smile before turning his attention to the rear window, strategically pulling the car out of its spot and exiting the wide parking lot.

The radio was off, therefore the only noise that filled the atmosphere was the quiet road noise and the sounds of New York traffic that I often paid little to no attention to, as it was white noise to me at this point of my life. But I found myself eagerly wanting to make conversation, wanting to hear his velvety accent that I knew I could never grow tired of.

“This morning was nice,” I spoke up, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment as I began to overthink. “’Nice’ sounds too cutesy now that I say it out loud,” I rambled.

“Cutesy?” he asked, turning his face to me briefly with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of amusement.

I buried my face in the palms of my hands, my cheeks turning more and more crimson by the second.

“You know what I mean!” I exclaimed.

He turned his face to me again for a moment, smirk still lingering on his lips.

“Do I?”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in defeat.

He rested a hand on my thigh, giving it a pat and rubbing circles over my skirt.

“I’m just playing,” he reassured me, freeing one of my crossed arms and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips before returning it onto my lap. “This morning was incredible.” he agreed.

When we arrived at his flat, I gathered all of my belongings, preparing them to bring back to my apartment while he dressed himself in casual attire. Once I got my things packed–and fought the urge to bring him to his bed after seeing his loose waves now more tousled and his rolled up sleeves exposing the veins traveling up his arms–it wasn’t long before we headed out of his flat, on the way to my own.

We arrived fairly quickly, and he waited on the sofa whilst I freshened up and changed into a pair of jeans and a floral top. I slipped a pair of wedges on and tossed my hair around until I was completely satisfied with my appearance. I stepped out of my bedroom, finding Bree and George in the middle of a conversation as she fixed a pair of earrings onto her earlobes in the closest mirror.

“I’m just really fucking nervous, I haven’t been on a date in– Jesus, Y/n, took you long enough!” her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed.

My eyebrows raised in confusion at her physical state. She’d looked flustered, which was something Bree hadn’t been since college; she was always the go-with-the-flow type no matter what, which I think was one of the reasons why she wasn’t too keen on relationships.

“Bree, are you...flustered?” I examined teasingly.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Our Uber’s here, let’s go,” she announced, nearly bolting out of the door, already sitting in one of the seats when we opened the door to the Subaru by the curb.

The ride was brief and awkwardly quiet. I could feel Bree’s leg bouncing up and down and her eyes jump to the digital time clock on the radio of the car every few seconds. When we arrived at the restaurant, we were seated and ordered a few drinks whilst we waited for Faith’s arrival.

“Just be yourself,” I reminded her, watching as she nervously chewed on her plastic straw, her drink having been finished already within the first five minutes she’d received it.

“I haven’t had to be myself for anyone else in a while,” she admitted, dropping the chewed plastic straw into the tiny glass. “When you’re just fucking someone, you get to skip all of the personal shit.”

I rolled my eyes at her raunchy language, my eyes growing wide as I peered over the booth and spotted the small ginger-haired girl walking in.

“She's here,” I whisper-yelled.

Whipping her blond hair, she checked if my observations were correct; confirming, she faced back toward us and shrunk in the booth, her hazel eyes anxiously wide.

“Hi!”

We all looked to see her in a skirt and top, gripping her purse that was slouched over her arm. Her blue-green eyes matched the vibrance of her hair, and her button nose and high cheekbones were sprinkled in adorable freckles. Faith was immensely attractive, and I found myself slightly jealous, due to the fact that she’d dated George.

Bree sat up instantly, moving over to give the girl enough room to sit next to her.

“It’s,” she cleared her throat, “nice to meet you!”

I chewed on my lip, watching Bree nervously attempt to pull herself together. George and Faith exchanged friendly smiles before the waitress saved us all from further awkward exchanges, asking for our orders. Along with our food, Bree ordered another drink, making George and I cringe.

“So,” I began, as the waitress left. “How long have you been in New York, Faith?”

George brought a hand over my lap comfortingly, making me relax as I watched Bree intently.

“I’ve been here for about five years,” she answered. “I’ve wanted to move here for a long time, though; I wanted to go to NYU, but I couldn’t afford it.”

My eyes lit up.

“Bree and I went to NYU!” I exclaimed, nodding my head toward my roommate. “That’s how the two of us met.”

Faith looked at the blond next to her, as if waiting for her to confirm this.

“It’s true, we had a literature class together,” Bree confirmed, her voice small.

I didn’t have to look under the table to tell that she was rubbing her sweaty palms onto her jeans over and over again; this was one of her signature nervous habits.

“Sheesh, you guys must be swimming in debt,” she speculated, her thin, auburn eyebrows raising.

“Tell me about it,” Bree groaned.

It was true. Going to school out of state, not to mention NYU, came at a cost. And coming from a small town, I had to work full time as soon as I’d graduated. I predicted I’d be paying off my debt for another ten to twenty years, give or take. And, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure if it really was worth it. But, NYU gave me my friend for life, so I couldn’t complain.

The waitress came back with our food, and Bree’s drink. As we began eating, Bree and Faith began to converse quietly amongst themselves, leaving George and I to do the same.

“You think it’s going well?” I whispered, as I shoveled food into my mouth.

George shrugged, glancing across at them.

“Looks like it’s going alright.”

We began talking quietly about things that’d happened at work, before the girls included us in conversation again.

“Actually, Y/n is writing an incredible article right now,” Faith spoke up, gesturing to me with admiration.

My eyes went wide and my body froze.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening.

Bree’s eyebrows furrowed, as well as George’s.

“You haven’t told me about it, Y/n, what are you writing?” she asked, her words slightly muffled from the pasta in her mouth.

My cheeks began to flush and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as panic settled in.

“It’s an experiment, I’m sure George knows all about it,” Faith smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

I wasn’t sure what to do nor what to say.

George shifted next to me, concern taking over his facial features.

“No, I actually have no idea what it is,” he admitted, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I gulped, looking at Faith with wide eyes as she began to realize what she’d just done.

“Oh, um–” she stuttered, looking at me apologetically as her cheeks began to flush in embarrassment.

“Why don’t we handle the bill?” Bree interrupted, clearing her throat. “You two should probably head home, anyway, and I could use another drink.”

Giving Bree a look of gratitude, George and I exchanged quiet goodbyes before exiting the restaurant.

My mind began to run through multiple arguments I could make, but nothing was right; I knew I was in the wrong this time, and I wasn’t sure what I could do to make up for it. We stood in silence, walking along the sidewalk in search for a cab.

“So, are you going to tell me what she was talking about, or am I just going to have to wait ‘till the magazine’s out to read about it?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

I gulped, pausing in my steps on the sidewalk.

“I–” I stuttered, pausing as I searched for the right words. “The, uhm, the lingerie,” I began with a defeated, guilty sigh. “I wore it to see if wearing lingerie could improve your sex life; it’s for an article, the experiment she was talking about.”

His eyes widened and his brows furrowed, displaying frustration and confusion.

“Was that– Are you implying that our sex life needed to be improved?” he interrogated.

I chewed my lip nervously, nodding to answer his question.

He scoffed. “And you told all of the journalists and editors this?”

I wasn't sure what to say.

“I–”

“Do you know how embarrassing that is, Y/n?” he threw his hands up. “That’s our workplace! Telling our coworkers, my coworkers, about our sex life?!”

“That’s not what I meant–”

“And not even asking if I was okay with it first? Or communicating with me how you felt?”

I wasn't sure what to say or what to do, because nothing I could say or do could fix the situation. I’d fucked up completely.

As a cab pulled up beside us, I hung my head.

“You can get in that one, I’ll just wait for the next one,” I offered quietly.

He shook his head.

“We’re taking it together, so I can make sure you get home safely,” he stated.

Stunned, I nodded and got into the small cab, telling the man my address as George piled in next to me, his gaze to the window with his arms crossed.

The ride was uncomfortably silent as I awkwardly responded to the driver’s small talk. Once he arrived at my building, I took one final look at George’s appearance, still turned away from me, before thanking the driver and walking inside, trudging up the stairs.

I wasn't sure how I could fix this or if George would ever forgive me, and I felt guilty about even continuing to write the article. But I had nothing else to write, and the article was due soon.

I’d reached my biggest fear, the fear I’d gained the moment I laid my eyes on his bright, kind smile and his perfect sandy locks.

I had to choose between my dream job and George.

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader #x reader fic #fanfic #fanfics #1917 cast #1917 schofield

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fuckedurbias · 4 years

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superhero!baejin pt.2

PART 1

it had been almost two months since the robot ordeal

that villain was successfully defeated, captured and locked up in prison

but there had been a couple more seperate incidences since then

by different, lesser known villains

they were nowhere near as drastic and destructive as the whole robot thing

but still pretty scary and threatening

and at both of those newer situations

he was there

this, spider boy

you’d been researching him ever since that day

and paying a lot more attention to jinyoung

and putting the pieces together, slowly but surely

whenever something bad happened

and there was attack of some sort, even minor

jinyoung would suddenly disappear when nobody was looking and distracted

seriously how did nobody else notice?

or more importantly

how did jinyoung think nobody would notice

well, they didn’t so he was right

but you noticed,,,, so somebody did

anyways

during this time as well

you and jinyoung were becoming closer

and, much to your dismay

you caught feelings

as if you didn’t have them already and were just in denial

you caught them hard

and it was very hard to hide it

part of you wanted to avoid him and never see him again

the other part wanted to be around him any chance you got

but obviously you couldn’t do either of those things

so nothing really changed in the relationship

except you two becoming closer

texting each other a lot

and hanging out more

but they weren’t dates!!! at least you both told yourselves that

but,,, never said to each other it wasn’t

‘haha wow fun date today jinyoung!!’

“haha yes i agree!! haha a date how insane would that be if it was one?!”

the banter flirting,,,

it turned into more,,, real flirting

and just intensified

everyone else in the group was just so confused

a very large part of you felt like

BUT YES ANYWAYS SUPERHERO STUFF

you knew it was jinyoung

how couldn’t it be

if it wasn’t you’d be genuinely gobsmacked

n e ways

this particular day, you and baejin were once again

hanging out at the largest shopping centre in your city

,,,with your friends of course,,

but it didn’t feel like they were there at all

you n jinyoung were in your own little world together uwu

you and jinyoung were sharing a frozen yoghurt

and talking about anime you were watching together

COME ON HOW DO YOU NOT THINK HE LIKES YOU WAKE UP!! U WEENIE!!

when all of a sudden

the glass roof above you smashes and starts to fall

and the most horrible, eardrum shattering high pitched noise runs through the entire centre

you cover your ears and scream, full of pain and terror

jinyoung acts quickly and gathers your group and pushes them all under the table while everyone’s trying to block out the noise

it stops shortly after it started but the glass is still falling

you’re all sitting under there

and you unintentionally look at jinyoung

with the most pleading look in your eyes

you had the worst feeling of dread in your stomach

you didn’t want him to go and fight whatever the fuck was causing this

you had a feeling this one would be really dangerous and scary

what if he got really badly hurt? what if he,,,, couldn’t do it?

you don’t even know when

but he had grabbed your hand at some point during you being inside your own head with worry

and was holding it tightly, squeezing it with reassurance

you didn’t know it yet but,,, he knew that you knew

but you just took this reassuring hand squeeze as him just trying to comfort you

with his free hand he softly pats your head, telling you ‘it’ll be okay’

when all the glass had fallen and it was safe,,, enough,,,, to at least try to get safety

jinyoung pulls you all out from under the table and chaos has ensued

people running in fear all around you

‘run!’ jinyoung yells at everyone

your legs won’t let you

you’re so worried about him

jinyoung, who hasn’t let go of your hand

has to start running with you for your legs to subconsciously start running

your chest is so tight

you were trying not to cry and lose it

you were so scared that you were going to be hurt

and even more worried that he could be hurt or,,, worse

at some point jinyoung let go of your hand and left you

you didn’t even realise because you were just so scared

you didn’t even know where you were running

not to an exit, not to somewhere safe

just, away

from whatever this was

you eventually ran into a store

specifically a doc martens

why that one? you didn’t know

there was a few people already hiding in there

you hid near the front window, so you could try and see out

you looked up at the roof, where the sky was very visible

and saw a villain floating in the sky that you recognised

he was fairly new and fairly young

but recently he’d been determined on causing chaos

he had a few very strong, very dangerous powers that you knew of

for someone his age, he was very chaotic and strong

he must’ve emitted a sound wave to smash all the glass

while watching, you start to see something horrible

these scary dog/bat/rat like creatures start running in from the now open roof

running on the walls and ceiling like bugs

separating onto each of the floors before running off to cause havoc

your breath hitches in your throat, quickly but quietly hiding under the sill of the window

you look back into the rest of the store, seeing the other people covering their mouths trying not to scream as they look on with nothing but horror in their eyes

you just sat there in silence, listening

you could hear the creatures roaring and growling in the distance, but none of them sounded close enough yet

suddenly, you heard noise coming from where the villain was

he was talking to someone

oh no

the feeling of dread in your stomach came back and you wanted to vomit everywhere from how strong it was

you tried to listen and see up to where he was

but it was hard without possibly exposing your face to the creatures outside if they were to pass by

you lifted your head, your forehead and eyes were exposed in the window but you didn’t care

you needed to see

you needed to see if he was okay

you couldn’t hear much but from what you could make out

it sounded like ‘i knew that my little plan here would bring you out’

that made you mad

what the heck was this asshole on about?

during your eavesdropping

you made one grave mistake

you blocked out your surroundings completely

and you didn’t notice a creature coming by

and spotting you

you only noticed

when it pounced on the window and roared in your face

scaring the living daylights out of you

before it figured out there was an entrance

you quickly crawled back, getting up

yelling at everyone else in the store to quickly go to back in the stock room and hide in there

when you faced back to the window the thing was gone

it was slowly crawling into the entrance

it seemed to want to back you into a corner

it was in the pouncing position, slowly crawling towards you

you had a plan

you walked back slowly, making it look like you were doing what it wanted

you walked closer to the shoe rack that was next to you

with your arms behind your back

you stopped right behind where the rack ended

and when the creature was close to you

right in the middle of the rack

you quickly grabbed it with both your hands

and forcibly pulled it down

making the entire rack come crashing down onto the creature before it could escape

after processing what you just did, which didn’t take long

you sprinted out of the store (after locking the stock room door so the people inside were safe)

the other creatures quickly saw you and started chasing you

there was no point in running to an entrance, they’d continue following you

and you’d just bring them out onto the streets

so you made an impulse and rather silly decision

that you should try and fight

so you quickly turned the corner

into one of the restaurant sections of the centre

you ran up to the seafood restaurant

and yanked off the spear of the fisherman statue outside

you quickly turned it around and pointed it at the creatures that were slowly beginning to circle you

you tried to look threatening but you doubted that you did

holy shit, you were really about to die

at least you were going to try and last a little bit longer

it’s not even the fact that you can’t fight,,, at least not with a spear??

just that you were really outnumbered

and didn’t have any superpowers to defend yourself

suddenly someone jumps down in front of you

it was him

spider boy-wait no,,, jinyoung

he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist as he shot a web up onto the roof

as the creature right in the middle pounces

you quickly swing and whack it hard right on its temple, sending it flying

and very much unconscious

the other creatures quickly start to try and jump up and bite you both as jinyoung swings away

he swings you both of the now open rooftop

which was definitely a bad idea

because the villain immediately started chasing you both

shooting laser rays at you both out his hands

you screamed a little, tightening your grip around jinyoung’s shoulders

burying your face into his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut

bracing yourself for what felt like the inevitable

jinyoung was being very speedy and agile however

going in between buildings, turning corners really sharply on his webs

once it seemed like he lost the villain,,, for now

he landed on a balcony

as soon he placed you down he started stroking your hair, checking over your face

‘why did you come save me? how did you even know i was in danger?’

‘i’m a super, duh. i always know when someone’s in danger’

you grab his hand and snatch it away from your hair

‘no, i’m not stupid. you shouldn’t have come to save me and jeopardised your own safety and the success of defeating that asshole, you’ve put yourself in danger because of me and now if you get hurt or even worse,,, die! because of me i will never forgive myself.’

‘baby, i’m a super. this is my job, i got this’

god even with his mask and you struggling to hear his muffled voice, him calling you that for the first time made you want to cry, especially in this dire of a situation.

‘i don’t care, jinyoung. i am not worth the risk’

he reaches his hands up and grabs his mask

oh fuck

you realise what you just said and,,, oh fuck

and he slides it off

oh shit,,, he looks so beautiful with his hair all messy like that oh god your heart is going to burst

he just gives you a cheeky smirk

‘i knew it. i knew you knew’

‘well it was pretty obvious, you didn’t even try to hide it’

‘ yeah i did a pretty bad job but hey, nobody but you seems to know so,,,’

he grabs both of your hands and pulls you closer

‘also,, you were literally about to die as if i’d just let that happen’

‘hey i think i’d last at least 6 seconds of fighting those things before i’d die’

he just chuckles in response as his gaze falls to your lips

your smile

he slowly leans in

and you close your eyes as you instinctively lean it too

but you hear a loud wooshing noise

and you open your eyes to see

the villain floating right behind jinyoung

you scream and try to push jinyoung out the way

but at the last second, jinyoung turns around and jumps in front of you

he gets hit right in the stomach with the laser

you scream and try to catch him in your arms as he collapses

the villain just smile as he watches on

turning around and flying away when he feels happy with what he’s seen

what he’s done

you can’t even yell anything at him

no noise will come out of your throat

jinyoung open his eyes a little

he weakly grabs your hand

and places it on his chest

‘press,,,,, press the button’

you’re confused,,, what button??

then you realise

the spider in the middle of his chest is the button

you press down frantically and it lights up and blinks rapidly

in what seems to be morse code

you press down a few more times

even more frantically

you don’t even know what it does but you’re desperate

jinyoung pulls your hand away and just holds it weakly

rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm

‘it’s okay baby,,, it’ll be okay’

you give him those pleading eyes again, tears brimming

you can tell he’s so desperately trying to stay conscious and it hurts

it hurts so bad seeing him in pain and trying so hard to keep you from crying and worrying

suddenly

you hear someone landing behind you on the balcony

you turn around frantically to see

another super that you know very well

and another one floating beside them

it’s the two popular supers from last time

the one behind you smiles at you as they step over you to get to jinyoung

the other one picks you bridal style

you squeal out of shock

but you didn’t feel scared

they must’ve been here to help

that must’ve been what jinyoung’s button was for

sending them a message to come help

the other super picks up jinyoung the same

and they start to fly you somewhere

really fast

the villain seems to notice somehow

and starts to chase them too

they speed up even more

and take you through a tunnel

and they aim for a sewer hole entrance

you scream

how the heck are you gonna fit through there?!

you brace for impact

though it never happens

you open your eyes again and suddenly you’re in the sewer

they’re flying through, the villain still trying to catch up

and you go down further and further into the sewer

and suddenly you’re at what appears to be a base

the supers quickly place you and jinyoung down on the floor

‘we will be back shortly’

they quickly go back up and stop the villain from entering

chasing him away

when you can’t hear them anymore you sit up and look down to jinyoung

he seems better already

you grab him by the chest part of his suit

and pull him up to you

and kiss him quickly and harshly

‘please, don’t ever scare me like this again’

he smiles, kissing you again, really softly and delicately

‘only if you promise to stop putting yourself in danger’

you scrunch up your face, before kissing him again

it was a deal

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1980s horror film - s.mingi

hello all!!!

it’s been a lot longer than i intended, but a bunch of stuff came up and i both didn’t have time and didn’t feel like writing. this also wasn’t what i initially planned on posting, but life works weirdly and here we are. that being said, i wrote this in a way that is different to how i typically write so i apologise if it sounds/feels weird or awkward. regardless, i hope u enjoy! (also i didn’t realise it was all lower case so please ignore the inconsistency lmao)

pairing: song mingi x reader genre: unrequited love?? idk how to tag it oops word count: 1660 this is inspired by a song titled ‘1980s horror film II’ by wallows!

mingi had been waiting for eons to score a date with y/n. way too long. all of his friends (mainly wooyoung), teased him constantly about her, but he had never gathered the courage to do anything about it.

they'd been friends for a long while, even hanging out a few times together at the cinema, or just going out for lunch before mingi realised he had an absolutely huge crush on her.

recently he'd been avoiding her like the plague, using volleyball practice, or band rehearsal with the boys as an excuse not to hang out with her.

that was, until one sunny saturday afternoon, when she called him out of the blue. he took a few moments to collect himself, staring at the ringing phone in his hand like it was a ticking bomb seconds away from a devastating explosion.

"hey dingus!" y/n called down the phone once he had collected himself enough to answer. "what are you doing?" she asked.

"nothing. why?"

"i'm bored." she declared. "wanna come over?"

"s-sure!" mingi agreed straight away.

"sweet. see you soon then!" y/n hung up, and mingi was convinced he might pass out.

he'd never been to her house before. maybe she really did like him back? oh god, he was starting to internally panic now; how was he supposed to act? he didn't want to be a creep but he didn't want to be painfully awkward either. oh god. oh god oh god oh god.

"get it together, mingi." he scowled at himself in the mirror, shaking his faded red hair side to side. he couldn’t make a fool of himself in front of her; he absolutely would not allow it.

this could be his chance, to finally muster enough balls to ask y/n out before it was too late. yes, he'd decided; today would be the day.

-----

half an hour later, an exceptionally nervous song mingi knocked on the door of his highschool crush. he reached up and brushed a shaking hand through his hair, wondering whether his legs were numb from fear or the chilling bite of the surprisingly cold weather.

a few moments passed, then the door swung open to reveal y/n. she was dressed in her usual style, comfy, stylish, beautiful, very y/n. in truth, she could be wearing a trashbag and mingi would still say she looked gorgeous.

she gave him a wide, toothy grin and stepped aside to let him in.

"welcome to mi casa!" she motioned to the hallway dramatically, one arm sweeping out in front of her and almost bashing her elbow into the kitchen doorframe.

"i wanna watch a movie!" she said, once she had recovered from the near injury. "i've already got the snacks ready, so let's go!"

she began bounding up the stairs, mingi following her before realising where they were headed and freezing abruptly in his tracks.

"we're going upstairs?" he breathed, anxiety flooding him from head to foot.

just what exactly was she expecting from him?

"yeah?" she shrugged. "is that a problem?"

"no!" he replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "no, that's not a problem at all."

-----

he was scared.

bordering on terrified.

y/n's bedroom was dark; having pulled the curtains before mingi's arrival to avoid the sun glaring onto the television.

as the minutes went on, mingi became less and less sure just what she was planning this afternoon.

she paced over to the tv set, opening a dvd case and slotting a disc into the player.

"it's a 1980s horror film," she explained. "i've been wanting to watch it for ages, but i didn't want to watch it alone... you don't mind, do you?"

mingi shook his head quickly. he did in fact mind, not being the biggest fan of the horror genre, but he'd made it this far, and backing out now was definitely not an option. plus, if wooyoung caught wind of mingi chickening out, he would never hear the end of it.

"here," she motioned to her bed; a double, with lilac sheets and an appropriate amount of cushions bundled up by her pillows. "take a seat."

unsure of whether he should, but not wanting to be rude, mingi crawled across her bed, sitting down amidst the cushions and crossing his legs like an obedient, yet timid child. he watched y/n grab her desk chair, dragging it across the room and placing it beside the bed, distanced but still close enough to mingi to completely throw him off his guard.

"don't you want the be-"

"nonsense!" she cut him off before he could even get the words out. "you're my guest, so you get the bed."

mingi was bewildered. never in his life had he expected to be in this situation. it appeared that y/n had absolutely zero intentions of doing anything romantic. which, don't get him wrong, was totally fine, but regardless he was still confused.

all the cheesy high school romance movies he’d watched, and all the young adult fiction novels he had read hinted that when you were invited to your crush’s house, alone, it usually indicated they wanted something romantic. or something more. absolutely nothing had prepared him for, or even suggested that the current circumstances would ever occur in a million years. mingi felt rather cheated, to be honest.

was she making him wait on purpose? deliberately staying away from him in the hopes that he'd just cave in and sweep her off her feet? y/n didn't seem like that kind of girl, but mingi had been wrong about a lot of things when it came to y/n.

the movie began to play, and they sat surrounded by darkness, mingi decided he would simply go with the flow. he was a nervous wreck, but he wasn't a pervert; he wouldn't do anything unless y/n initiated it. the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

despite reaching a solution, he couldn't get it out of his mind how close they were in the moment. glancing to his side, he could very much reach out and gently touch her hair. or softly caress her cheek.

obviously, he wouldn't, because that would be weird. and that was a vibe he was trying to avoid today.

halfway through the movie, y/n jumped up, explaining she had to use the bathroom and scaring the shit out of mingi in the process.

he kept his gaze fixed on the movie playing in front of him, but his mind wandered to other places. he sighed deeply.

he didn't even know what to say to her.

she's always on his mind,

and yet,

he's too afraid to say anything. how long would this pathetic pining go on for? surely it would be better for him to take wooyoung's advice and just go for it? otherwise he'll be playing this game for god knows how long.

that was it.

he simply couldn't help the way he was feeling; he needed to get it out, to tell her how he truly feels.

and maybe, just maybe, she'd feel the same way too.

y/n comes back, and mingi gears himself up for his confession. digging into the deepest corners of his mind to find the right words to use. deciding to abandon his previous resolution to let y/n initiate, he convinces himself to take charge and follow the lead of every heteronormative teen movie in existence, and sweep the girl off her feet.

until she ditches the chair, motioning for mingi to scooch over and then she lays down right beside him.

the bed is fairly large, but then again mingi is no regular sized teenage boy, his lanky frame taking up a considerable portion of the bed.. as a result, his right side and her left are pressed flush against each other, and poor mingi thinks he's about to explode.

but still, he inhales deeply, surveying the situation.

the lights are off,

the mood was right.

perfect.

mingi lets her settle for a short while, which is really him internally psyching himself up, before setting his masterplan into action.

he turns his head slowly to look at y/n, noticing how invested she is in the movie and he pouts a little.

he wants her attention.

she still doesn't notice, so he opts for placing his hand on her cheek as gently as he can and guides her gaze towards him.

her eyebrows furrow together in confusion, but she makes no effort to move away.

frozen anxiety that mingi misinterprets as a green light.

his eyes fall shut, and his upper body leans forward the tiniest amount. he's so close. so close to finally being able to show y/n how he feels. he's seconds away from having a weight lifted off his shoulders. he can't wait to shove it in wooyoung's face either, all the times the younger boy had called him a pussy had pissed mingi off to no end, but look at him now wooyoung, look at him now.

all he needed was for y/n to bridge the gap between them.

but instead, a small hand on mingi's shoulder pushes him back, and his eyes snap open abruptly, and he feels his stomach fall straight through his ass.

"y/n, i-"

the look on her face stops mingi dead in his tracks, because he can't read her expression.

is she mad? is she super pissed that he tried to kiss her? he'd understand if she was, it probably wasn't the best course of action but it was the best he could come up with. is she angry? is she hurt? disappointed? he searches her eyes, burning into his, for answers but comes up short. all he can do is try and guess how she's feeling, but realistically he's no expert, he's no mindreader, how is he suppo-

"mingi, i'm really not that into guys."

oh.

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