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exhaslo · 5 months

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Ahhhhh omg ty for writing my request of Pornstar!Miguel x Pornstar!Reader it was so cute and sooooo great <33 I loved it very much !!

IDK if you wanted to write a part 2 for it, but since you ended it off like you did, I was wondering what would happen when they meet outside. I kind of want to see a Jealous!Reader who gets jealous seeing Miguel work with someone else for a shoot cuz it looks like he’s having a great time with his co-star. But Reader takes him back to her place and gives him the night of his life? I appreciate a Dom!Miguel, but I was wondering if the roles can be reversed this time with a Dom!Reader? Not necessarily a Sub!Miguel but like more body worship and Reader trying to prove that she’s the only one for him. Get him pussy drunk >< Thank you again, and I hope the holidays don’t get too hectic for you ;-;

Ty & you're welcome!! I'm glad you liked the first request!!! I hope you enjoy this one too!

PT 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, riding, overstimulation, creampie

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It had been a few weeks since you and Miguel started working together. The chemistry the two of you shared was nothing you ever felt before. Honestly, you might even call this love. You weren't quite sure, especially since the type of work you did made you question the concept.

But sure enough, Miguel gave you reason to believe. Every time the two of you shared a screen, you had to compose yourself and remember that everyone thought you were acting. Hell, they were fully convinced that you were a star.

You were good, that much was true. The only time you could let yourself go and be free was when you and Miguel met at either his place or yours. Miguel was absolutely destroy you, making you question if sex work was the kind of job you were good at.

Sex was different with him. Everything was different with him. Part of you wanted to tell Miguel that you wanted to quit working as a Pornstar and just be a normal couple with him, but you were scared. Part of you wondered if Miguel even liked you back. If he even shared the same feelings that you did.

"(Y/N)!" Miguel called out, waving towards you. You hurried to his side, nuzzling your head into his chest to hide from the cold,

"Gosh! I didn't expect it to be this windy today."

"Yep," Miguel wrapped his arm around you, keeping you sheltered from the wind, "Before we get to our movie, I want to tell you something. I got a gig with another person. My manager told me to take it, b-"

"I understand, it's the job." You forced a smile, resting your head against him, "As long as we still have these moments to ourselves, I don't...mind"

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Oh you gave so much shits.

Literally the next day, you went to work and couldn't help but poke your head into Miguel's studio. There were butterflies in your stomach. This was a bad idea, but you were curious. You wanted to know who dared tried to steal your man er, partner, no, coworker. Yes, coworker!

You felt your heart sink as you watched Miguel smile towards your competition. Of course, it had to be your rival. The two started to shoot and it just kept getting worse for you. Miguel looked like he was enjoying himself with her.

Unable to watch as your rival started her horrible moans, you hurried home. You claimed that you were sick.

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Miguel stepped out of the shower after his shoot, sighing softly. He glanced at his phone, seeing a message from your manager. Miguel furrowed his brows as he read that you went home. Sick? You always gloated that you never got sick.

"Wow, Miguel, that was amazing. You know, I think we make a pretty good team. Why don't we-"

"No," Miguel said as he quickly finished to get dressed,

"Awe, don't be so mean~ How about I take you out on a date?"

"No. Got me a girlfriend," Miguel said firmly, packing his bag. Your rival just huffed,

"And she's okay with your job? She's okay with you fucking another beautiful woman?"

That was it. Miguel felt a light bulb appear above his head as he hurried out of the shower room. Leaving for the day, Miguel stepped out of the building and saw you in your car. He approached, wondering what you were doing.

"Get in," You huffed, rolling down the window.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked, sitting down. You started to drive to your place,

"Yes." You lied.

Miguel smiled softly towards you, enjoying your cute jealously. He went to reach for your hair, playing with it as you drove.

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You were mad. Once you entered your apartment, you pushed Miguel onto the wall and started kissing him. You didn't want Miguel to enjoy working with other women. You want him to want you only. Who cares about what your managers wanted!

Pushing Miguel onto your couch, you sat on his lap and started to furiously grind against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Miguel just held your waist, moving his hips along yours.

Gosh, if you weren't taking charge of this, you'd let him fuck you dumb right now. Feeling the friction starting to hurt, you quickly took off your skirt and panties. Miguel helped with your shirt, before you returned to his throbbing dick.

Taking off his pants and boxers, you grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. You were going to have Miguel burn this night into his memory. Have him remember that you are the only one for him. Hopefully he thought that.

Sucking against his tip, you moaned lowly as you played with yourself. Miguel's dick was far too big for you to take in your mouth. You tried several times. You whimpered, trying to take more of him in as you stroked his dick faster.

"(Y/N), don't....force yourself," Miguel groaned lowly, gripping onto your hair.

You muffled in protest, causing Miguel to moan. With one more lick, you watched Miguel twitch, ready to burst. Precum already dripping from his dick. You resisted a chuckle, unable to hold out much longer either.

It was funny how good the two of you were when working, but when it came to being at home? Oh, you both let yourselves loose and gave into the lust.

"I hope you're ready for a long night," You told him.

You whimpered, moaning lowly as you slowly sat on his cock. No matter how many times you fucked, his dick would always stretch you out and fill you. You almost cam on the spot. Resisting a moan, you started to bounce against his dick.

The sheer size of him was going to make you tap out for the night. Your pussy kept sucking him in while his dick twitched inside of you. The sounds of his moans were turning you on more. Resting your head against his shoulder, you whimpered a moan as you cam hard.

Miguel was not long to follow. His tight grip against your waist made you weak in the knees. You kept bouncing on his dick, becoming a slightly moaning mess as he filled you. This wasn't enough. You weren't going to let him go so easily.

"Let me take over, (Y/n)." Miguel whispered, kissing your neck. You gently pushed him back onto the couch,

"N-No! I'm taking control tonight and...I'm not going to let you rest until you learn your lesson." You huffed. Miguel just chuckled, cupping you breasts,

"Very well. I'll just ruin your pussy by sitting still."

You moaned lowly as you began to shake. Your vision was blurring as you felt your burning knot about to burst again. Your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his dick, making your mind hazy. With another bounce, you cried out as his dick rubbed against you g-spot, causing you to orgasm.

"Such a beautiful sight," Miguel hummed. You were breathing heavily, unsure how much longer you could keep going,

"Not...yet."

Eventually, you gave Miguel permission to move you to the bed. He laid down, moaning and groaning to your uncontrollable lust. You were milking him dry. Bouncing against his dick as if him cumming inside you four times wasn't enough.

Miguel was breathing heavily now as he watched you cry out from overstimulation. You were struggling to fuck him, probably because your legs gave out. Sitting up, Miguel swapped positions, pressing you against the bed,

"(Y/N), you're so fucking beautiful. Of course I know that his pussy is mine and mine alone. Think I don't get jealous thinking about all the men who had a taste of you?" Miguel groaned into your ear, snapping his hips into yours.

"A-Ah~ M-Miggy~" You whined, feeling weak. Miguel grunted and moaned as he fucked you roughly,

"You're mine. Only I get to enjoy this pussy like this. Only I can have you like this."

"I...I'm going to quit..." You admitted, squirming as you felt another orgasm coming, "I-I only want you!"

"Then I suppose I'll have to quit too,"

Miguel pulled you into a kiss, shaking as the two of you cummed together. Miguel groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. He pulled you beside him, nuzzling his head into your neck,

"You did well...I'm exhausted." He muttered. You rolled on top of him, smirking as you slid his dick into you again,

"I said I...was t-taking over for the night. I'm n-not stopping until you get drunk off me."

Miguel just chuckled weakly in response, already pussy drunk. He held your hips, watching you cry out in pleasure. Perhaps you were just trying to get pregnant, but whatever the reason, Miguel gave you want you wanted.

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You both had a goddamn good reason to call out the next day.

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Hope you enjoyed~

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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The Spidey Suit

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Everyone has wanted to try on the iconic suit of Queens’ superhero, but when you have an opportunity to actually do it, you land yourself in a bit of a sticky situation…

Warnings: Suggestiveness, but nothing too bad. A couple of bad words and a ton of flustered Peter.

Word Count: 1.2k

Here is my Masterlist, as well as the request it is based on! Thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoy it :)

“Hey Ms Parker”, you exclaimed, walking into Peter’s apartment. May smiled, quickly hugging you as she ruffled your hair.

“It’s May, Y/N. Ms Parker makes me feel old!” she says jokingly as you laugh.

“Well, can’t have that”, you say, laughing along with her. “How are you?”

May shrugs, her eyes getting a far-off look. “Oh, it’s fine...with Peter having Spider duties in the night and work starting late, I have a ton of time on my hand.”

You smile coyly, remembering what Peter told you before he came to pick you up on a date last week. “Oh, so you have enough time for a relationship? With a certain jolly man? Or was it Happy?”

You giggle, watching May’s face turn red, as she waved you off. “Oh shush! It’s nothing. Who told you?”

“Peter did. You should’ve seen his face!”

“Oh no!” May says, groaning. “Happy and I are not in any way dating!”

Sure”, you say, extending the word as you take off your jacket. “Also, speaking of Peter, where is he? Still out?”

May nodded, gesturing to his room. “Yeah, he is, but you can stay as long as you want...he should be back in about 30 minutes anyway.”

You smile, nodding. “Thanks, May. Any plans for the evening?” you ask, looking over your shoulder.

“A dat- Uh, nothing. Just-uh hanging out with friends. Yeah, yep, that's what I’m going to be doing”, she says, and you understand where Peter gets his nervous stuttering from. You stifle a laugh as you nod at her, heading into Peter’s room.

Opening the door, you jumped into his bed, marvelling at how the room was so much more cleaner tonight. After getting the superhero gig with the Avengers, Peter had a ton of new gizmos and tech. Not only was his room always littered with new tech toys from the tower, but it was just usually messy. With college and his Spider-Man duties, there wasn’t a ton of time to pick up dirty clothes from the floor. At least, that’s what he says.

So it was a pleasant surprise when everything was spick and span, well...except for his closet. It was an utter mess, with the door overflowing with jumbled up pieces of clothing. Scrunching your eyebrows, you walked over, eyes widening when a mountain of shirts and jumpers fell out.

“What the hell?”, you muttered, noticing how they were just thrown in. Peter must’ve been in a hurry to find something, but what would it be in his closet-? “Aha”, you said, seeing something hanging off his bed.

The old Spiderman suit. Well...wasn’t really a suit, more like a hoodie made by Peter months ago. You picked up the red hoodie, smiling at the hastily drawn spider logo in the middle. You knew Peter was Spiderman soon after he had started fighting crime...being his best friend and all. But you only saw him when he had the “Mr Stark suit”, so you had never seen Peter in action with his old one.

But looking at it now, you felt a magnetic pull to it. Walking over, you hesitantly picked it up, fingers smoothening over the soft fabric, the tears and cuts, the stains still leftover from fights. Biting your lip, you look around, staring out the window as you brought up the suit to your body, wanting to see how it would look on you.

Having a superhero boyfriend was great since he saved people and all...but it was even better when you saw him in action wearing a skin-tight suit. You weren’t half as strong as Peter, but you desperately wanted to try it on, just to get a feel of what it would be like. Plus, it looked sooooo comfortable, despite the wear and tear of it.

Quickly looking around, and closing the door, you shed your shirt and shorts, pulling on the red and blue garment. “Holy shit”, you whispered, peering at yourself in the mirror. “This is awesome” Turning sideways, you pulled your wrist up, trying to figure out what was pressing into your skin, but as your fingers brushed against a small button, thick white liquid shot out of the compartment.

You gasped as you were pulled through air, landing smack in the middle of Peter’s bed. “Oh no”, you whispered, trying to pull yourself free but failing in doing so. The web. You didn’t realize it was still in there, but now you were in a sticky position. Literally.

May could easily walk through the door and see you in Peter’s old suit, which would thoroughly embarrass you. Or even worse, Peter comes in and sees you fidgeting with his belongings. Although he was the sweetest, most caring person on the planet, he had a strict rule about not letting his personal life interfere with his superhero life. And you might have just bent that rule a little… The best thing was that you just waited it out. This was probably the old web, which dissolves in an hour or so, which would be an awful lot of time, but it was better than anything else.

Sadly, the universe didn’t want to agree with you tonight, because, in less than 20 minutes, you heard the familiar THWAP of the web as Peter came swinging in through the window.

“Karen, I am so exhausted toda- What?”, Peter said, looking shocked at you sprawled across his bed, a familiar blue and red suit loosely covering you.

“Hey Peter”, you said weakly, “I’m really sorry about the sui-”

“You look so hot”, he whispered out loud, blushing bright red at his statement. “I-I mean-um...uh hi Y/N”

All your worries melted away as you saw Peter’s face, your heart squeezing as you stared at his stuttering, pink face. Ridiculously handsome face. “H-hey Pete. I just came in a while back and saw th-this and I just wanted to try it….”, you said, trying to gauge his reaction before continuing. “So I might have worn it, and mistakenly shoot out a web that was still in there, which is a terrible idea by the way!”

Peter laughed as his eyes roamed your body, walking over to get some dissolvent, but stopping halfway. “So, in conclusion, I might have gotten a teensy tiny bit stuck”, you said, smirking lightly. “Care to unravel me?”

Peter scoffed, walking over to you. “First you touch my stuff, and then get yourself in a sticky situation on my bed...and now you expect me to just let you out love?” He came closer to you, whispering hotly in your ear, “I think not Ms Spider, in fact, I’m going to let you be there for the next two hours as it dissolves”

You looked up at him, challenging him. “Two hours huh? Didn’t think it would take that long...I would think Spiderman’s web would come off much quicker”

Peter simply chuckled, “Oh sweetheart, Spiderman’s web won’t come off for a long time...might as well get ready for a long night”

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Wow, got kinda spicy at the end...but yeah. This took so long to write, purely because of my lack of motivation, but I hope you enjoyed this! Hopefully, I’ll have another ff out in the next couple of days :) Please send me a message or comment on this post if you want to be added to the taglist.

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oh-theres-a-woman · 4 years

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I Only Wanted You; Part Four

A/N: I don’t think you were expecting this bad boy so soon. Sorry it was a little shotty. Not entirely confident with this part. Sooooo much going on. But, I’m happy to say that this story will be wrapping up in the next two parts.

Requested By: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

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Part: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 3 ]

Word Count: 1744

Y/N PoV:

Sitting there in the comfortable sitting room, nursing a cup of tea in her lap. Eyes drifted here and there and there taking in the intimate details of the room. Holding a great awkwardness about the situation the moment Esme excused herself to call the doctor. Y/N’s mind was drifting on and on. Lost in the cloud of her tired and overworked head. Weak and wary. She did not completely mind the heat felt from the freshly lit hearth since that day though sunny was especially chilly to.

That was mostly why she was thankful for the tea. The blend smoother than anything you’d ever tasted. A hint of peppermint that eased the creeping nausea and settled her forever restless stomach. Time ticked by before Esme arrived once more. Settling down in the couch just by her. “Sorry—one of the children is being extra fussy this afternoon, the doctor will be here in a hurry.” Esme said smoothly. Tommy had commented that he would grab the doctor on his way through—one he’d trust.

In the meantime, Esme spoke with Y/N trying to understand where the woman had been. What had been making her sick? Was she not eating enough? Or poorly. Could she have taken to the drink or Tokyo for the relief it gave? The equal Shelby outcast did not think that was the case though, after observing the behaviours for the shyer woman.

She had seen plenty of pregnant women before—Y/N was no exception.

“You didn’t have to get a Doctor Esme, I’ve no means to pay them. Nor you for that matter after the bill is bought forward,” Y/N finally spoke up. Leaning out placing the cup and saucer on the coffee table of polished mahogany. Another sign that the Shelbys were stepping up in the world; everything felt so rich. Compared to the modest living she preferred with Thomas. He did have other expensive housing choices, but she was simply content with the little home in Birmingham.

Not the estate where everything began for them. It felt wrong to step above her former colleagues. Since—in the beginning she had always come from a lower and smaller scene than them.

Like Esme she knew of an entirely different life away from the city of Small Heath. She knew the life in caravans and settlements with the Romani community. Y/N was a born farm girl that lost everything when her family died. Carrying on her life as a mother to her younger siblings—it was something that caused a great respect among the older Shelbys in the passing months. Esme, however, only needed to meet her once to know this woman often went without her own happiness for them. Something—she didn’t want to force anymore.

Y/N deserved happiness—just as much as anyone else.

Time passed gradually—she was tired and anxious. It looked as if sleep might very well hit her in this warmth. The Romani woman made no comment on it. “You should rest, don’t worry about payin’ the doctor. You need to see if yourself and the baby are alright,” Esme said was a nerve-wracking calm that suddenly made the nervous woman so much more awake than before. Looking at the Shelby wife noticing her swiftly cocked brow. “I’m not stupid as people might think I am, I’ve had two already with John. Don’t you think I would know the signs? Delivered plenty too.” She sounded disappointed for a moment there as Y/N looked down into her hands.

“You should sleep, there’s a room made upstairs for the new housekeeper. Might as well use it while waiting for the doctor,” she ushered Y/N out of the comfortable parlour into an equally comfortable bedroom with a single made bed. Offering something warmer to wear, and better suited for a sleep. It did not feel right taking someone else’s clothes and wearing them. So, she left them on the bedside table and just climbed under the covers as the Gyspy woman closed the door behind her. Disappearing downstairs to wait on Tommy’s arrival with the doctor.

Standing on the porch watching the car tear down the drive wildly. It was almost like they had John driving for once. A dangerous affair.

Tommy’s PoV:

“Where is she?” Tommy spoke with an undying urgency in his voice to see and hear that Y/N was alright and safe. But Esme looked to him for a moment, extending her arm outward blocking him. “What the fock—” he cursed but was cut off.

“No, don’t go rushin’ in there. Won’t do you any good—Tommy, she’ll panic, and it’ll do more harm than good at this stage.” Esme warned which caused the man to hold in his step. Pulse pounding in his temples. Nervous tension rising within himself. His mind automatically going to the worst. Had something bad happened to her? That is why it would make things worse seeing her.

A million thoughts ran through his head before noticing the doctor slipping away upstairs. Taking the led behind Esme, Tommy was sure to stay behind. Standing outside the bedroom where Y/N slept. Longing for a moment just to look in there and steal a glance of that beautiful peaceful facial expression. That expression that he would wake up some minutes before her only to watch her in peace. Where no worries or stresses tracked across her mind at all. When her soul seemed to be the apex of harmony.

Inside the doctor spoke in a low tone of voice, asking the questions Thomas needed just as much the answers. Before—his heart skipped, overhearing the conversation drift to something else.

Y/N was pregnant? He thought, tracing the palm of his hand over his face. Taking a shaking breath. Listening urgently trying to gage as much as he could from the conversation before something seemed to startle the woman inside. Out of the need to comfort her, Thomas stepped through the threshold spying her there standing tired and worn. In a state that broke his heart.

She looked like a lost lamb in the big bad world—the world he bought her into by knowing him and tarnished.

“Y/N, it’s alright your safe now. Just let the doctor take care of you. You’re look exhausted love.” Thomas spoke in the tone that was only reserved to her and her siblings—the people he loved so dearly. Stepping forward into the room his sky-blue eyes were not cold towards her, though they hardened towards the doctor. “Give us a moment please,” he ordered. Watching the man wander out of the room, hopefully to chew through a few cigarettes. Leaving him the chance to talk and speak with her. Find out what the hell happened that day.

“Tommy—what, did Esme call you?” Her voice was darty and anxious. It often got like that when she stressed, falling back into a seated position on the bed. Hands tightly balling into fists in her lap. Tears were falling as she began to sob, hands hurrying to her face. But Tommy was faster than her by a moment. Cupping her cheeks within his hands. Eyes filled with utter concern for her. She had lost so much weight in the last few months—not a good thing for a pregnant woman. Surely…

“Shhhhh… Shhhh…” He cooed to her tenderly, setting down on his kneels before her. Wiping the collection of tears away from her cheeks and ducts. “She did, but don’t be angry at her. We’ve all been looking for you for so long,” Thomas admitted his own eyes looking as if they were about to spring tears at the sight of her. Quickly pushing himself to his feet and engulfing her in the strongest and most tender hugs. Pressing his lips into her dry and messy hair.

“Please, let me fix this Y/N. We can go back to being a family. With this baby on the way.” He told her eyes happiest they had been in a long while since she had been missing.

“But—they think I’m no more than a gold-digger…” Her heartache apparent in those beautiful eyes he found himself lost in; even now.

“They were mistaken… I thought you had heard what they said. Love, I did defend you. But you know my family—speaking over them in the middle of something will not get a point across. I needed to wait.” He told her soothingly. Taking in the messy wisps of wave in her boyish crop of hair now. How it bought out something more insanely beautiful out of her features and face. Showed more the innocence still living beneath her anxious mask. “The baby—it’s ours isn’t it?” Thomas asked her in a light tone, afraid that there would be a moment where she would admit doing something in order to survive.

A lot of women sadly had to go there when in desperate times. However, one thing settled his heart was when she leant in and pressed her forehead against his own. “Yes. It’s ours, Tommy.” Y/N smiled weakly touching the small bump. A sight that would look even more beautiful when she had been dressed in some comfortable clothes, he had bought with him on the journey.

Thomas always kept a small bag packed for her of comfortable clothing and shoes. If he heard anything of her again. He would take it out there to meet her. Make sure that she was week and taken care of. If she never wanted to come home with him—it would be something he would part her with, yet, know that she is perfectly dressed and will not freeze with the chill drawing in.

He was so grateful this was not a goodbye, however. More a sound welcome home to the sweetheart maid that once walked into his dark estate and stole his heart like a theft in the night.

Noting the absence of her siblings, he looked around. Then looked back at Y/N. “How about after the doctor has been and done? We get you dressed in something nice and warm. I have clothes for the children, then we can go home.” Thomas proposed softly, offering that smitten smile that could make anyone weak in the knees. “Deal?” He asked.

Y/N only needed to smile a little. “Deal,” she whispered pressing the softest kiss to the back of his knuckles. Feeling once more secure with him.

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dream-of-kpop · 4 years

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Ateez Works at Walmart [2/2]

[the saga ends...well for now]

San:

*customer speaks to San in Spanish asking if he can speak Spanish*

San's response: "...Un poco." *trembles*

Just started working there and is scared he's gonna get fired

He has the most fun pulling carts around and yelling to his friends from a distance

San: "YUNHO HIIIII!!!!"

Yunho: *waves then finishes bagging a customer's groceries*

Races pulling carts with his co-worker

Eats nothing but Pop Tarts on his lunch break

At 2pm, the associates have to organize the merch on the shelves

San takes his time to make sure everything looks neat

*Someone throws a random item onto his shelves*

San: "You lazy ass-"

Makes simple objectives way harder than they need to be

Accidentally knocked a glass off the shelf and watched it smash into smithereens

Oh right, his actual job is moving packages from the back room to the departments so he wasn't even supposed to be over there

And by over there, I mean Hongjoong's department

Hongjoong got in trouble that day

Stood on a cart to see if it would hold his weight; it almost flipped

San is really trying ok-

San: *empty box falls on him* "Thank god nobody saw that."

San: *falls on pallet* "Thank god nobody saw that either."

While working freight, they often bop to some loud ass music

San: *throws box then milly rocks*

Puts packages in the wrong departments all the time

Got a paper cut and couldn't find any bandaids

Like I said, San is trying-

Yeosang:

15 minute breaks suddenly turn into 30 minute ones

Wooyoung would do the same but he's highkey scared he'll get caught

Yeosang is only one that listens to music, brave enough to break the rules

Hasn't gotten caught yet

*3 weeks later, he did get caught*

*Ok, he grew his hair out so he could hide his Airpods*

He started a revolution; now other co-workers wear their airpods too

One night, a manager asked him to clean up the shoe department; somehow the woman's side was worse than the men's

Yeosang: *sees hair on sandals* "Ew...dirty ass..."

Runs into old classmates all the time

Unlike with Seonghwa, when people stare at him he feels very pissed off

Yeosang: *inside his head* "Don't come in my aisle, don't come in my aisle, don- DAMMIT."

Mingi: "Heyyyyyy, I'm bored asf."

90% of the time he does pickup and delivery for customers

The other 10%, he stands outside making sure people have their masks on

You would be surprised how angry people get because of it

Yeosang: "We can't let you in without a mask."

Karen: "THIS IS STUPID, I'M CALLING MY BOSS ABOUT THIS-"

Karen: *comes back 2 minutes later* "Um, nevermind."

Yeosang was once told that he looked high when he wasn't

He's just mentally exhausted like the rest of us

When his feet hurt he turns into a sad bitch

Yeosang: "4 more hours of this shit..." *a tear drop slides down his cheek*

It's hard for him to be on his phone, Seonghwa is EVERYWHERE

*Yeosang stands in an empty aisle by himself*

Seonghwa: "GET OFF OF YOUR PHONE YEOSANG-"

Yunho:

Yunho: "Excuse me." *plows through Yeosang's pile of boxes with his cart*

Yeosang was in the way that's why

There's one attractive person that works there, he doesn't have a crush, they're just eye candy honestly

Yunho: *looks around* "WHERE ARE THEY??? Oh shit I see them-"

They never notice him *sad cowboy face*

He's a cashier and occasionally works in customer service

So he has to deal with many...many...aggravating customers

Imagine how high his blood pressure must be

*watches 2 customers argue*

Customer: "I'M FROM THE BRONX, WE CAN TAKE THIS OUTSIDE!"

Asked a co-worker if they know where the book, "The Art of Not Giving a Fuck" is and they looked at him weirdly

Deals with "Karens" on a day to day basis

There's always that one customer that's trying to get a deal

Lady: "I saw this in the clearance section. Can I get it any cheaper?"

Yunho: *scans item* "It's 50 cents tho."

He's still waiting on his discount card but it hasn't been 90 days yet

He wants to quit but what options does he have?

Refuses to use the hand sanitizer; it smells so fucking bad

Yunho: *puts on hand sanitizer* *sniffs* "...OH-"

Good news, they switched it out

Raps to rap songs out loud when he feels sad

A guy tried to promote his mixtape to him

Yunho said he would listen to it but hasn't yet

Slightly brags to everyone about how much money he's making

Yunho: "My checks look like $700 a week soOoOO, I'm making hella cash."

Ateez: "Ok."

His co-worker got Covid and now he's paranoid

Wooyoung:

*box says "BTS" written on it*

*his heart races with excitement, but...it's just a box of plain notebooks*

Wooyoung: "Oh, 'BTS' stands for 'Back to School'..."

Customers find him adorable so it's rare when they get upset/impatient with him

Heard a mom yelling at her kid and wasn't sure if he should intervene or not

Has a soft spot for other fellow Walmart employees he meets

Wooyoung: "I now understand the bullshit that you go through."

The store is all over the place but he wants to give them the benefit of the doubt...don't

Works the jewlery counter; he can't even enjoy an hour of lunch without hearing, "ASSISTANCE AT THE JEWLERY COUNTER" 10 times

Wooyoung: *takes a bite of his sandwich* "Guys I gotta go."

Yunho: "Alright. See you later then."

*Wooyoung leaves in a hurry*

Junho: "You wanna split his sandwich?"

Wooyoung's patience is wearing very thin *gEt it?*

Wooyoung: "I'm sorry, but who gets jewelry at Walmart?"

*Junho slides hand off of the display case*

Wooyoung: "I can still see your rings and bracelets through the glass dude."

Mingi: "For $12.98 the watches do be looking kinda right ngl."

Was happy to work there, but not anymore

Constantly gets his name mispronounced

Manager: "Wooyin."

Wooyoung: "It's Wooyoung-"

Manager: "Wooyun, can you do aisle A2 and A3?"

It makes him hate the job even more when customers will cut him off in the middle of talking

Wooyoung: "This necklace is-"

Man: "What about these earrings???"

Wooyoung: "They are-"

Man: "Oooo my wife is gonna love these."

Rants to San about his troubles

San had his Airpods in his ears the whole time and Wooyoung didn't notice

As soon as his shift ends, his ass is jetting out the exit

hyungwonthefraud

*another cart runs over my foot*

pt.1

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mxillusion · 4 years

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Helloooooooooo! NO ONE ASKED SOMETHING FOR KIHYUN? MY GOD. I can do something for that 😏😏 sooooo, can you write something non-celebrity!AU and neighbors/strangers to lovers??? I love "roller coaster" one shot so it's up to you, if you wanna break and then heal my heart! 53+22!!! I can't wait and thanks!!!!!!!!!! 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

Hellooo sweetie! I am SO SO sorry it took me that long, I just wanted it to be perfect. I worked several days on this, reading it every now and then to restructure it several times. And then… I got carried away. It’s quite long, lol, but I hope you don’t mind. Thank you so much for requesting. I guess this is my new favorite. ♡ Just as Kihyun, but pssst!

ROMANCE NEXT DOOR

➝ genre/warnings: mostly fluff / none

➝ words count: 4800+

➝ summary: Who would’ve thought you’d have someone as handsome and beautiful as him living next door? You just moved in a while ago, but he immediately caught your attention by the way he was smiling at you. You two walked in on each other every now and then until one inconspicuous incident was going to turn your life upside-down.

It was just an ordinary day as you were on your way home on a late evening. The sun was about to go down but it was still warm enough to savor the warm tickling on your skin, while a warm spring-breeze blew through your hair. You were humming to some music coming through your EarPods, carrying your grocery bag in front of your chest with your arms enclosed around it.

As you reached your apartment block you went straight to the second floor, not realizing that someone was calling your name since the music overdrew the sound of everything else around you. Not until you stopped in front of your apartment door to drop the groceries so you could open it.

Within this movement, someone tapped your shoulder what made you flinch and nearly spill everything to the ground. In shock, you removed your EarPods and turned around just to look into amused glowing eyes.

“Did I scare you?”

Your heart just dropped into your guts, that’s why you tried to calm down again. Yes, of course, he scared you and based on his mischievous grin he knew that pretty well.

“No,” you fibbed, trying to return that grin. “I wanted to spill my groceries across the floor just for fun, you know?”

He chuckled while he gave himself one short moment to size you up, but you didn’t notice as you were checking if something fell to the ground. Luckily it didn’t and as you looked up again, you tilted your head, waiting for Kihyun to explain why he was here.

“You weren’t home, so the postman left your package at my place.” He pulled out the package from behind his back and held it out to you, deliberating how you could take it since you’re still carrying your groceries.

You somehow tried to free one arm, but the bag in your other one nearly slipped out of it. Probably that wasn’t the best idea. You finally should open the god damn apartment to have a chance to relieve the pressure on your numb arms.

“Just… let me -,” you mumbled, turning around again to type in the code into your number pad, to open the door. With a sigh, you stumbled into your apartment, just to place the groceries onto the dresser.

Kihyun was watching you, still with this amused grin on his face. He seemed to be very entertained by your nervousness. “Take it easy, girl!”

You lightly blushed as you received your package. “Thank you,” you simply said, feeling very grateful for what he’d done. You barely knew him, so you didn’t take it for granted at all.

He was just the handsome neighbor from the other side, occasionally smiling at you when you came across one another. And sometimes when he saw you through the kitchen window since they both were opposite to each other. The thought of it made your heart flutter for a second.

Kihyun winked at you, waving his hand for goodbye. He vanished into his apartment, not without smiling at you again when he turned to close the door behind him, knowing full well you’re still glancing at him through the kitchen window. Just to make you blush again.

You saw him a few days later, as you were about to look for your mail in the morning. Just as you opened your door, the one on the other side opened synchronously what made you grin even before you saw him. As he looked up, Kihyun winked at you before he almost crashed in on someone out of a sudden. You flinched but your body relaxed as soon as you realized it luckily wasn’t happening.

A sigh escaped your lips as you saw who the portentous other person was. Of course, it had to be 4B. Your absolutely stunning, model-like neighbor with the longest legs and shortest skirts you’ve ever seen. That girl really was the plague. Throwing one party after the other, hearing loud music at ungodly hours and, most importantly, suspiciously often leaving her apartment when he did.

Shaking your head you made your way to your mailbox, ignoring the charade that was about to begin. Kihyun seemed to be distracted anyway, so you hurried, picking up your mail, in order to rush back into your apartment. To be fair, that’s all you wanted to do in the first place. And you had no intention to get involved in another pretend-to-be-nice conversation by her. She tried to act as if you were kind of a friend to her, but you immediately grasped it was nothing more than this; an act.

Later that evening you had whole other problems since you head real trouble to not set your kitchen on fire. Everything got out of control and you had no clue why. You just haven’t watched the stove for about a second but that seemed to be enough to ruin everything. Truth be told, you’re a terrible cook and you were totally aware of that, but you couldn’t just live from one delivery service to another so you tried to get better at it from time to time. Well, it didn’t work out this time.

You opened the kitchen window to get rid of the damp just to burn your fingers short time afterward as you tried to grab the hot pan. “Ouch,” you wailed, running back to the sink to cool your irritated skin under cold water.

That’s when the doorbell rang, making you jerk as you wondered who the hell was visiting you just now. With a sigh you made your way to the door, to open it fulsomely without looking through the peephole first.

Your heart dropped into your guts once again, as you saw him. He looked as handsome and stunning as always, although he had this concerned expression on his face.

“Is everything okay?” he asked right away before you had a chance to greet him properly or ask why he was here.

“U-Uhm, yes?” you mumbled, raising a brow at him. “Why you’re asking?”

“I thought I smelled so-,” he stopped, looking past you as he wrinkled his nose. “Is something burning?” And with that, he entered your apartment, leaving you at the door perplexed.

You followed him, trying to prevent him from seeing the mess you made in your kitchen, but you were too late. He already stood there, looking quite shocked while he shook his head in disbelief. And as you were back in your kitchen you first noticed how smoky it was in here. You just failed so hard.

“What did you do?” he screeched. Without asking for permission he hitched up his sleeves before he tried his best to save some of the food that was about to fully burn in your pan.

“I cooked?“

Kihyun glanced at you through hooded eyes as you blushed instantly. You wanted to disappear right on spot, that’s how embarrassed you were. It was quite humiliating to have to admit a young woman of your age wasn’t able to cook simple meals, but, unfortunately, it was the ugly truth.

“Looks more like you’re trying to poison yourself if you ask me.”

You sulked as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. You were ashamed and angry at the same time, that’s why you couldn’t respond in any kind of way. Instead, you just watched him. Why was he here? Yes, you knew by now he was checking if everything’s okay, but why? To be fair, it was none of his business but he seemed to care anyway. Maybe your cooking skills were much worse than you thought they would be, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been that concerned about you just because of some bad smell coming out of your kitchen window.

Within seconds he had everything under control again, although he had to throw some stuff directly into the bin because it was too burned. He added some spices and worked some magic and it turned out to be beyond perfect.

“How did you do that?” you asked, as you regained some confidence and drew closer, to peek over his shoulder. It smelled so delicious although you’d thought you ruined the whole meal with your nonexistent cooking skills.

“I just paid attention to what I did.” He chuckled, while he turned his head in your direction. “I assume you got distracted?”

You just nodded silently, still feeling the heat on your reddened cheeks, suddenly aware of the closeness of his face. “Just for a second,” you mumbled, feeling his gaze piercing right through you. “I’m a terrible cook..”

“Shocking!” he said with an amused grin on his face.

You bumped him with your hips, to express your indignation but soon joined his amused laughs. “Not funny! You have no idea how hard I try. I really do, but for some reason, it only gets worse."

"Yeah, I saw that.”

“Hey! Stop being mean!”

“Sorry,” he said, chuckling. “I may have to show you how to cook one day.” The grin on his face grew bigger while he thought about how much of a basket case you were.

You raised a brow on him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said sounding confident enough for you let it be. At least for now.

After a short moment of hesitation, you gathered all of your courage to invite him for dinner. That’s the least you could do to express your gratitude to him.

When he rejected you couldn’t help but feel sad about it. For a moment you had a gleam of hope to get the chance to spend the evening with him. But of course, he had other plans already.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Maybe next time?"

You just nodded, telling yourself it wasn’t that bad since your invitation was very spontaneous after all. "It’s okay, don’t worry. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

He grinned one last time before he made his way back to the door. “Anytime."

After that incident, you were quite sure to not see him again that soon, but in fact, you saw each other surprisingly often. You still met occasionally when you both left your apartment at the same time and almost whenever you came home in the afternoon. Every so often you used the opportunity to sit down in the inner yard to have a little chit chat. To be honest, you really enjoyed his presence and the talks you two had and it seemed as if he felt the same about it. You couldn’t help but ask yourself if maybe, just maybe, all those accidental meetings weren’t that accidental.

Those thoughts soon intensified as Kihyun stood in front of your apartment again a few days later, having some takeaways along with him. He smiled at you while he presented them by holding them up. He just hoped you didn’t have any other plans that night, so he took you by surprise, jokingly saying he wanted to prevent another disaster.

You were just sitting together, enjoying each other’s company and the delicious food he had brought. That night you learned he was a passionate cook, always trying new stuff whenever he had time to do so. He seemed quite confident, not only about his cooking skills but about everything. You listened fascinated, happy about the fact you got to know him a little more. Whenever he could, he curiously asked questions about you and your life and you told him everything he wanted to know. Where you were born, how long you’ve been living here and why you’re living alone, making it sound like he was about to ask if there was someone in your life. You told him about your past relationship, keeping it as vague as you could since you didn’t want to tell him you’d been cheated on and moved into this apartment because of it. Since you never told anyone.

And that was the beginning of something new. There was no doubt he liked being with you, as you spent more and more of your free time together. Eating takeaways soon became some kind of ritual to spend extra time together, laughing and occasionally flirting witch each other.

When you came home on a Friday afternoon another surprise, in the form of a small handwritten note, was waiting for you at your door. With a smile plastered on your face, you took it to read what has been written in the neatest handwriting you’d ever seen.

‘Come to the dark side. I don’t have cookies, but other delicious things!’

You nearly flew to the other side of the building to ring his doorbell. You haven’t noticed he was watching you from the window while you read his note in order to run to his apartment.

As Kihyun opened the door, it felt like your heart leaped out of your chest. He tilted his head, looking at you with that breathtaking smile he gave you every time he saw you. "That was fast.” He chuckled, taking a step back to let you in. “I hope you’re hungry."

He led yo into his kitchen and you took a look around. He was still preparing some vegetables and other things and you wondered if you should help him or not. It was quite rude not to, but on the other hand, you weren’t so sure if he’d allow you to muddle in his beloved kitchen.

"No worries, I’m right with you. Nothing will explode as long as you’re under my wings,” he said mockingly as if he’d just read your mind.

“I’m not that bad at cooking!”

“Uh, yes, you are! But that’s what we’re here for. I’ll show you.”

And he did. Patiently he took his time to show you some tips and tricks yet without making fun of you even for a second. It turned out to make a lot more fun when you’re not cooking alone, that’s why you couldn’t wait for the next time already.

“It’s not that hard, isn’t it?” he asked, braking in on your deep thoughts. He stood right behind you, looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing as he laid a hand on your waist. Your body stiffened under his touch and you unintentionally stopped breathing for a few seconds.

“Relax, it’s just me,” he muttered in a low and husky voice. You felt his body next to yours, coming closer with every passing second. He liked the way your body was reacting to his that’s why he enjoyed this closeness even more.

He brushed your hair aside, over your left shoulder to expose your bare neck to him. His breath left a tickling sensation on your skin in order to make your body shiver. He was so close.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” you stammered, mentally smacking yourself for asking that kind of a stupid question.

“You are just so beautiful.”

Butterflies started to do somersaults in your belly and you blushed about his words. You wanted to mirror that compliment, but you were too paralyzed by his words and actions. Because he indeed was beautiful, although you believed this word wouldn’t do him justice. He was beyond beautiful and made your heart flutter like crazy.

You turned your head to glance at him just to be blown away by the way he was looking at you. But the next moment that magic was gone as a sizzling noise broke in on that intimate moment the two of you just had.

“Shit!”

Kihyun let go of you and dashed aside, trying to take the pan as fast as possible since it was going to boil over. You tried to suppress an amused laugh yet you couldn’t help but chuckle about what just had happened. Such irony!

“Did the master chef get distracted?” you asked mockingly, smiling angellike as you turned to face him. He soon had everything under control again but you haven’t expected anything less.

“Don’t be so mischievous!”, he scoffed.

“Why not? You have to admit it’s kinda ironic.” You grinned at him and he just laughed, shrugging his shoulders as a silent apology.

As expected everything was simply delicious, so as the whine he had opened for you, and right after dinner, you inevitably asked yourself if he’d cook for you more often from now on. You just hoped he would.

“Thank you,” you muttered to make him lift his head.

“For?”

“… everything. For inviting me over, for trying to teach me how to cook. You knew I’m a lost cause when it comes to this, but you tried anyway.”

Kihyun shrugged his shoulders. “I just like spending time with you and I figured it would be worth a try,” he said as if it wasn’t a big deal. But to you it was. Your heart was beating faster because of his words and you mentally squealed, trying to pull yourself together.

You just smiled at him, brushing your hair behind your ear as you looked at your hands placed in your lap. To be honest, you were quite nervous since this was the first time in forever you had something like a date. It was the first time since… you found out.

That nervousness was still there when it was finally time to go back home. You were standing in the corridor, ready you leave his apartment, but something was holding you back. Maybe it was Kihyun looking at you with this thrilling spark in his eyes, paralyzing your whole body.

He was moving closer, his gaze glued to your eyes just to take a glimpse at your lips as he stopped right in front of you. Your heart was beating faster and faster while you wait for what was about to happen.

You knew what he had in mind but it felt like years until he finally leaned in, letting his face slowly approaching yours. And then, just when it finally was about to happen, someone knocked on his door.

Without thinking it through you used this interruption, to open the door in your back. You couldn’t have known who was standing right behind you but as soon as you found out you blushed hard and wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

“Oh, I’m not disturbing, am I?” you heard a melodic voice right next to you. 4B, again. Of course!

Kihyun looked at the both of you with a frown, silently cursing about this ultimately shitty timing. Why did something, or someone, always have to interfere?

“N-no,” you stuttered, shaking your head. “I was about to go.” You didn’t dare to look at him as you waved a silent goodbye in order to vanish into your apartment on the other side.

As you closed the door you leaned your back on it, closing your eyes with a pounding heart. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad about how the evening had come to an end. Maybe you weren’t ready for something new and maybe that’s why you were such a bundle of nerves when the man of your dreams was about to kiss you. Maybe.

That night you didn’t get much sleep since your head was spinning, trying to figure out what was wrong with you. You always felt secure when you were with him but for some reason, you didn’t trust yourself anymore. Yes, you liked him, probably even more than that. Yes, you enjoyed every single moment with him. And yes, your heart was pounding like crazy when he smiled at you. So what was the real problem here? You had no idea, but you were dying to find out.

The next morning you were a tired mess as you scuffed into the kitchen to make some coffee, hoping it would help you liven up. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Kihyun standing in his kitchen, too. He had seen you too and smiled, with a wink although he was quite amused about your condition. Of course, he had no idea that he was the reason for your sleepless night. How could he?

You tried to smile too, but you were too exhausted to accomplish. He tilted his head, wondering what was going on just to make silly faces to bring back the smile on your face. And he succeeded. You had to laugh so hard, you almost spilled your coffee on the counter. Yes, you liked him.

After you somehow managed to get ready for the day, you decided to go over to apologize for disappearing that fast. Now you were just embarrassed about your behavior last night, thinking you should’ve waited for him to send her away. Well, you sure would get a second chance to make it better. And you would.

As you made your way to the other side you suddenly freeze, not making any move. A stinging pain arrowed right through your heart as you saw him. And her.

They were standing in the inner yard, her arms wrapped around his neck with her lips on his.

Tears filled your eyes as you span on your heals, running back into your apartment slamming the door shut with a loud bang. You leaned against it, sliding down and burying your face in your hands as you start to cry uncontrollably.

How could you even think for one second that he’d honestly and truly like you? Someone like him! Your heart burst into a million pieces as you thought about it. He could have ten girls on each finger, so why would he choose you?

It took hours until you somehow had settled down again, sitting in the living room staring empty-eyed at the TV. As your doorbell rang you didn’t make any move, not willing to see or talk to someone. But as it rang, again and again, you pushed your stiff body off of the couch to trudge through your corridor to open the door.

You froze again. There he was, looking as gorgeous as always. He was just smiling at you and you could’ve sworn he was even more beautiful today.

“What do you want?” you asked, sounding much more miffed as intended.

Kihyun’s eyes widened since he was surprised by the harsh sound of your voice. “’s something wrong?”

“No, everything’s just perfect!” you hissed between clenched teeth, folding your arms in front of your chest.

He scratched his head, wondering what could’ve possibly gone wrong. “You confuse me, Y/N.”

“Oh, am I?” You snorted, getting mad more and more. “Look who’s talking!”

“What the hell is going on?”

“I saw you! With 4B!”

He froze, his eyes growing bigger and bigger as he realized what you were talking about. Pure anxiety hit him, hoping he wouldn’t lose you just now. He wanted to explain. To say something, anything. But not a single word left his lips.

“It’s not… I’m -”

“Oh, it’s not what it looked like? I bet it does!”

“Y/N -”

“Just skip it, okay? I’ve heard that all before. Just do me a favor and get lost, okay?” And with that, you slammed the door shut right in front of his face.

Heavily breathing you felt tears filling your eyes all over again. You were just so angry! And disappointed. And heartbroken. Again! How could he? Sure, you weren’t in a relationship but you somehow thought you were dating now, even though no one actually named it. Things seemed so obvious. So easy. So perfect. And now everything was shattered to pieces, so as your heart.

So days passed by. You tried to move on, even though you felt like shit. You somehow managed only the bare necessities, not leaving your apartment apart from that. Also, you ignored every attempt of Kihyun to talk to you. He knocked on the door countless times a day. He was calling your name, begging you to open the door, but you didn’t. You just hoped he’d give up one day, but he was very persistent when it came to you. He wouldn’t give up until you gave him a chance to explain himself, no matter how long it would take.

As you were about to leave your apartment you saw him through the kitchen window so you tried to hide from him, but it was too late. He’d seen you nevertheless.

“Y/N?” He was right on the other side of the door, but you just closed your eyes leaning your forehead against it. Hearing his voice was too much, you were still so heartbroken.

“I know you’re there. I saw you.” Silence. You just couldn’t do or say anything. “Please, Y/N, open the door. Talk to me!”

You hesitated. Would you manage to face him? A part of you wanted to hear what he had to say, even though you were quite sure there was nothing he could say to heal your heart.

“I miss you, Y/N. So much. Just… please let me explain."

And you finally did it. You opened the door oh so slowly, just enough for you to look through an open gap. "Go away, Kihyun,” you said, almost whispering.

He looked like a mess, but that didn’t diminish his beauty. You could tell by a look into his eyes how tired he was, and you just wanted to hug him to tell him everything’s going to be okay. But it wasn’t. It never would.

“No. Just listen to me, please. Let me explain.”

You thought about it, still not sure if you could handle it. But with a sigh, you took a step back to let him in. “You have five minutes.”

He followed you into your living room, not being able to take a seat because he was too flustered. He knew he only had this one chance, that’s what made it even worse for him.

“It really isn’t what it looked like. I know everything I’ll say now sounds like a really bad drama scene, but I swear to god it’s the truth!” he started, running his fingers through his hair while he tried to sort all the thoughts in his head. “Look, Y/N, she kissed me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Really?”

“You have to believe me. I never would’ve done this. I don’t even like her, okay? I was just being nice whenever she came around because, fuck, that’s just how I roll! I’m just friendly towards everyone, whether I like them or not.”

Silence. You needed to think about it. Yes, he indeed was friendly to everyone at any time. Probably he’s one of the friendliest people you’ve ever met and, to be honest, that’s something you liked about him a lot.

“She came over to ask if I could help her with something I don’t even remember. But, I swear, she means nothing to me. I pushed her away as soon as I realized what’s happening."

And that’s when you started to have hope again. Sure it sounded like a bad drama scene, just like he said, but a part of you wanted to believe him anyway. You needed to.

"Are you telling the truth?”

“Hell, of course, I am. Please, Y/N. I never would do anything to hurt you.” Kihyun made his way to you, carefully reaching out for your hands to take them into his. “I really like you, Y/N. A lot. And I just miss what we had. I’d never throw that away!”

You felt tears in your eyes, sighing in relief as he slowly clasps you in his arms. “I’m sorry, Kihyun. I’m so so sorry."

"Sssh. Don’t be. I’m the one who needs to apologize.”

“But you didn’t do anything wrong?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“I hurt you. And I can’t express how sorrowful I am."

He gently pushed you away so he could see your face again. His hands cupped your face while he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. "Please, stop crying. I can’t stand it any longer."

You sniveled, trying to calm yourself down again. There’s no need to cry anymore. Everything seemed to be okay again. You knew he was being honest with you. You could read it in his eyes.

Soon your tears had dried and you were beyond relieved you decided to give him a chance to explain everything.

"Kihyun?”

“Hm?”

“I like you, too.”

He chuckled, pulling you close as his lips found yours. Your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his neck while he kissed you as gently and tender as anyone before him. The way he held you close made you melt into his arms.

This kiss was so passionate, so perfect, neither of you could open your eyes as you part. Kihyun leans his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll never hurt you again.”

“I know you won’t,” you answered with your softest voice.

Somehow you just knew he was different. You should’ve realized way earlier, but now you knew. He was someone special, he was beyond unique. And you’re more than sure, you and he would last forever and ever.

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pyqmypuff · 4 years

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FIRST HP FANFIC!

hello beautiful people, after a long time i decided to do a hp fanfic, hope u’ll enjoy!

pt. 1, year 4

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Y/N = your name

Y/L/N = your last name

Y/E/C = your eye color

Y/H/C = your hair color

also i am very sorry for all the mistakes :))

also, if you find this part boring, pleeeeaaaaseeeeee wait for the rest. i have a good idea for pt 4 ;)

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“Honestly Ron, you should ask Hermione!” you said for the 134th time. You and Ron were sitting next to each other and you could hear his heart beat fast. This always happened when you mentioned Hermione in front of Ron. It was not hard to guess why it did...

“Hermione is a...a good friend. It’s like if Harry asked you. C’mon Y/N, you wouldn’t go with Harry, would you?” Ron always said this when you told him to ask Hermione to go to the Yule Ball with him. You never answered, you rather changed the theme, but now you felt it is the time to act.

“I would, actually,” you said in a formal tone. “We could go as friends. Ron if you really think of Hermione as a friend, then take her to the Yule Ball as a friend and have fun together as friends!”

Ron looked at you. You knew exactly what he was thinking about.

“Who are you going with then?”

“I told you, it is a suprise!”

You felt bad for not telling him, but you knew he would be much more angrier if you would tell.

“Alright.” said Ron all of a sudden. “I’ll ask her. I’ll ask Hermione if she wants to go to the Yule Ball with me.”

“Finally!” you smiled. “I’m sure she’ll go.”

“But,” said Ron, “if she will want to go, you’ll have to tell me who are you going with, ok?”

“Oh alright,” you sighted.

The next day you were waiting for Harry, Ron and Hermione in the common room. After few minutes entrance opened, and Ron’s voice came from the hole.

“She said no,” you heared him say.

“No she did not,” said Harry, who entered the common room right after Ron. “She only said she is going with someone else.”

“You seriously believe that?” muttered Ron.

“Why shouldn’t he?” you asked.

“Oh isn’t it obvious?” Ron looked at Harry. “She just didn’t want to go with me so she made up that story about someone else asking her! Why do you think she wouldn’t say who is that guy?”

“There could be lots of reasons,” you said. “Maybe she thought nobody will want to go with her and she said yes to the first guy that asked her. Or she thinks you wouldn’t be happy for who is she going with, so she keeps it as a secret. Nobody knows...”

“Hurry up Mione, you are supposed to be there already!” you shouted. At the moment you were having a conversation with the bathroom door, behind witch Hermione was getting ready for the Yule Ball. You already was dressed in a dress very similar to what the Beauxbatons girls were wearing - sleek and elegant, but yours were in a beautiful shade of forest green. Your Y/H/C hair was tied in a elegant low bun.

“I’m coooomiiiiing!” shouted Hermione and the bathroom door opened. Hermione was at the moment the most beautiful Hermione she ever was. Her brown bushy hair was no longer bushy, but sleek, and tied into a similar elegant bun as your hair was. And the dress-

“Hermione!” you gasped. “Oh, you look wonderfu-”

“No time for this,” said Hermione, but it was obvious that she was blushing. “Wish me luck and see you at the Ball!”

“Well good luck then!” you smiled, and made your way to the Entrance Hall.

You entered the Hall just in time. Harry was talking to Ron and to their two partners. And right at the oposit side of the hall you saw a tall slim figure, his chocolate eyes looking straight into your Y/E/C ones.

“Finally!” Fred spoke, his lips twisting into a pretty smile. “I thought i’ll stand a hole into the floor while waiting! What took you so long?”

He gave you a scrutinizing look, still smiling.

“Nice to see you too,” you muttered and smiled back at him.

“You look-” Fred said, “Amazing!”

“Oh thanks,” you answered. “You look good too”

“Sooooo?” Fred looked straight into your eyes.

“Err,” you said, “shall weee... shall we go then?”

“Well yes,” smiled he, “yes we shall.”

So you went. Fred kept giving you sideways looks, and you couldn’t help blushing.

“Isn’t that Y/N Y/L/N with your brother George over there?” you heared when you and Fred entered. It was Padma Patil talking to Ron.

“Oh no,” said Fred, “she’s definitely not going with George.”

Padma looked confused, but not as much confused as Ron did.

“Y/N?” he asked, looking at you and Fred standing next to each other. “What is this supposed to mean?!”

“Listen Ron, i really am sorr-” you started, but Fred decided to take the situation into his own hands.

“Little brother, why don’t you waist your breath on your partner rather then on us?” He gave him and Padma a bright smile, and then turned to you and whispered “Let’s find a seat.”

“Y/N? you heared another voice, this time it was Ginny, sitting next to Neville Longbottom.

“Hey,” you gave them a shy smile, but this time you couldn’t say anything else, because Fred grabbed your hand and pulled you to the other side of the Hall to find some empty tables. You had time for nothing else, because the music just started to play and the four Triwizard champions entered the Great Hall. Hermione was looking as happy as ever, you couldn’t say the same about Harry. He was watching the pair infront of him, which, as you recognized, was made out of Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang. The champions and their partners came to the middle of the Hall, where they started to dance a slow elegant dance.

“Time to be serious,” said Fred as other pairs joined the champions. “Wanna dance?”

“Sure!” you answered. Fred slightly touched your hand, as if he wasn’t sure if you will allow him to do it. You, however, allowed him, so when you, hand in hand, stood up from the table, your face was red as a tomatoe.

As you got to the dance floor, Fred gently placed his hand on your waist, what made you shiver. You started to dance. Slowly, Fred pulled you closer to himself, now you could smell a nice flowery smell, whitch reminded you of the Burrow.

“Oh i’m so tired,” you said after hours of dancing. “Can we please take a break Fred?”

“Sure,” he said, releasing you from his arms. “Let’s have a bit of fun, shall we?”

He, again, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the Great Hall onto the bridge, where nobody was.

All of a sudden, Fred’s face was only few inches away from yours.

“Fred-” you whispered.

His lips slightly touched yours. You looked him in his eyes. His beautiful chocolate eyes. And you returned the touch. Not slightly, but with much more love. And not only once.

It felt like if time stopped. One of Fred’s hands was holding your waist, the other one playing with your hair. You could stay in this position for hours, maybe days.

...You could, if somebody wouldn’t bump into you.

“Oh, sorry... You?”

“R- Ron?” you stuttered. It really was Ron and Harry, probably escaping from the Ball.

Ron gave you a nasty look and whispered something to Harry.

“Well we’ll leave you alone,” he said, leaving as quickly as he could.

“Wait!” you cried. “Ron! No Ron wait!”

“He’ll get through it,” said Harry. “I hope...”

He smiled at you and joined Ron.

“Well great,” you said. “I fucked up.”

“He has no right being mad at you Y/N,” said Fred, squeezing you in a tight hug. “You did nothing wrong. You can snog whoever you want. And so can i.”

You grinned at him.

“You know what? I think you are absolutely right.”

And you kissed him again, but now it took forever for you to split apart.

“Ron will be ok with you now,” said Hermione. She, Ginny and you were just walking towards the Hogwarts express.

“What do you mean?” you said.

“Well,” said Ginny, “You-Know-Who had just returned, hasn’t he? So he probably realized there are worse things than you and Fred dating.”

“There are much worse things,” you muttered, thinking about Cedric. You looked at Fred, who was walking few feets in front of you.

“But we aren’t dating.”

“Yet,” grinned Hermione.

#harry potter #hp #harry potter series #hogwarts #fred weasley #fanfic #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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feistypaants-archived · 4 years

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 7]

Rating: M Words: 2060 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: hopefully kristoff is a bit more sympathetic in this one lmao. He was a massive dick in the last chapter, but he just is dumb and doesn’t know how to handle himself. Sooooo anyway. :^)

Enjoy!

Why couldn’t he stop doing that?

Kristoff sat for almost two hours, wondering if she would come back, and not wanting to be the dick who left her stranded if she did. He figured it was the least he could do, considering how he spoke to her.

Why couldn’t he stop doing that?

It wasn’t like she had done anything, and he had genuinely gone into this lunch with the mindset to be nice . But he didn’t expect her to start trying to get to know him or put him on the spot. He felt his whole body tense with the desire to stay hidden, stay secretive, to make sure that she knew as little about him as possible. Something deep inside of him was wailing to get out and open up. He let something slip. He mentioned his father . The only person who knew about his father was Sven.

Sven and his real parents. The ones who took him in when his father was too busy playing hockey to care about his young son.

He wasn’t ready for her to know about it. He wasn’t ready for the media to know about it.

He wasn’t ready for the media to know that he was the son of Leif Sørensen, a powerful defenseman in the Super League who was more focused on making it to the NHL than caring about his family. Leif Sørensen, who wanted nothing more than to be the best player in the world and didn’t care when his wife left him and his newborn baby. Leif Sørensen, who would leave his son alone for weeks on end and didn’t even seem to mind when his child got taken away and was sent to live with a new family.

Leif Sørensen, who died young from a heart attack, who never made it where he wanted to, who practically sighed with relief when his son was adopted officially and moved to America.

Kristoff wished every day that his father could see him now - wished that his father knew that his son accomplished what he couldn’t.

But he didn’t want anyone else to know about it.

So when he slipped, mentioned the tiniest little thing about it, he panicked. He threw on the worst attitude he could muster and shut her down.

But she kept poking at him, wiggling her way into the tiniest crack he had shown, getting deeper and deeper under his skin. That was when he had to shut it down. He had learned from the best how to drive people away. As much as it panicked him, it helped that she did what he suspected she would and threatened to tell her father about it.

Spoiled little rich girl.

He sighed and finally stood, checking how much Anna had left and decided it was only right to try and give it back to her. It wasn’t her fault that this went to shit.

Sven was going to have his head.

—

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Kristoff tried his best not to wince when Sven actually punched him in the arm. He deserved it, he knew, and just let Sven continue on his rampage. His cheeks were red, brows low and eyes narrowed as he practically bared his teeth, ready to attack. “She was just trying to get to know you, was just trying to be nice and what did you do? You’re a complete asshole .”

Sven leaned back, arms crossed over his chest as Kristoff tensed under his glare. He mumbled out something that he knew his captain wouldn’t hear, and grimaced when he felt Sven’s fist collide with his shoulder again. “I’m sorry!”

“No use in telling me that.”

“Look! She…” Kristoff threw his arms above his head with a groan and slumped further. “Something about her makes my stupid head want to open up and I can’t , okay? I’m not…”

Sven softened for just a moment. Kristoff struggled to find his words, mumbling a few non-starts before he finally came up with something he knew would convey all that Sven needed to know.

“She got me to mention my dad. No one knows about my dad.”

“ Dude ,” Sven whined, clapping his hands on top of the slightly taller man’s shoulders. “Isn’t that a sign, though? Your subconscious is literally screaming at you to let her in.”

“I don’t know her… I don’t trust her.”

A scoff, a quiet “you’re an idiot,” and then his hand was practically cupping Kristoff’s cheek, an action he wasn’t sure he was so comfortable with. Then he patted it hard enough to almost be classified as a smack, and Kristoff felt himself relax.

“You can’t get to know her if you keep treating her like this.”

Why was Sven always right?

He swore that he’d apologize the next time he saw her. Sven nodded as if it were good enough, and left him alone.

Unfortunately, Anna hadn’t shown up to the rink in a few days, and Kristoff could feel the panic rising in his chest like acid with every passing moment. Had he been bad enough that she quit? Or, worse, was she going back to see her father and make him do something about the disrespectful goalie? She had threatened it… but was she really that kind of person?

It would be easier, he thought, if she were.

He went through the practices, jumping at every person or sound that he thought could possibly be her, frowning when she didn’t come around the corner. He wanted to apologize, genuinely, but her not showing up was making that rather difficult .

But it was a Monday and it was still early, and he hoped that maybe there was a chance of her still showing today. He jumped at the puck that hit the glass behind him, and looked up just in time to see Mattias stalking towards the ice.

“Bjorgman, my office, please.”

Oh god damn it fucking shit no.

—

Coach wasn’t patient today, so Kristoff just stripped off his padding and jersey before heading to the office. Walking around in compression shorts and a tee-shirt weren’t out of the ordinary, so he hurried onward and hoped it was good enough. He had gotten a low chorus of Oooo ’s as he skated off the ice, and when Coach silenced them with a loud bark of a shut up and practice , Kristoff knew it was serious.

So he moved quickly, padding down the halls, and frowned when he heard multiple voices coming through the closed door. Knocking tentatively, Kristoff pushed open the door and felt his heart start beating faster when he saw a familiar head of red hair, neatly arranged into two braids, her cheeks red and expression shameful.

She fucking didn’t.

“Kristoff,” another voice said, pulling his attention away from her. Gerda, he thought he remembered her name being, the head of Public Relationships and Media, was standing in front of him, her hand extended. When he shook it, she gestured at the empty chair beside Anna and smiled. “Please, sit.”

He felt like a school kid again, getting scolded for cheating off an exam.

Kristoff forgot his size for a moment and frowned when Anna’s arm retreated to her lap after his own brushed against it. Was she really that repulsed by him? Was he really that terrible of a person that just his arm brushing against hers made her recoil like that?

There was an unfamiliar itch on the back of his neck, one he rolled his head to try and get rid of, frustration growing as it just got worse and worse . “What’s going on?” He started, lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his head. It didn’t help.

Mattias sat at his desk as Gerda lowered herself to perch on the edge, arms crossing over her chest.

Now he really felt like a school kid again. Come on.

“I’m sorry, did…” her voice was meek as her eyes glanced to him for just a second before focusing on the gray carpet beneath their feet. “Is something wrong?”

Gerda smiled and shook her head, and Kristoff almost laughed as he and Anna breathed out a simultaneous sigh of relief. This still didn’t make sense, though. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on his knee as he did, elbow popping out to the side. “So what’s going on, then?”

“Well.” Mattias’ voice was powerful as ever, as he leaned forward on his arms and sighed. “Kristoff… It’s come to my attention that… you haven’t been doing so well with the media side of things over these last couple of seasons.”

What ?

“We’d really like it if you could make an effort to stick around for interviews, and show up to all of the charity events…” He shrugged. “And the fan events.”

Kristoff stiffened, frowning deeply. “I’m here to play hockey , coach.”

Mattias gave him a nod, but shrugged. “Well, unfortunately… part of being in the NHL is giving back, and part of being on this team , is participating in these events.”

He was balking now, his eyes wide and his hands gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned forward. “Come on .”

“This is non-negotiable, Bjorgman.”

He threw himself back into the chair with a groan, arms crossing tightly over his chest. He was too busy pouting to notice Anna sit further forward in her own seat, hand meekly raised in the air.

“So… why am I here?”

Gerda dropped her hands into her lap with a nod. “We’d like you to be the primary reporter in charge of covering and interviewing him.

And, in sync, “ What ?”

She let out a soft laugh and sat up straighter. “Anna, I’ve been impressed with how much effort you’ve put into just your first two weeks, and I’d like for you to have a chance to make a name for yourself. Richard quit, and we need an on-the-ice interviewer… so I would like for you to give it a try.”

Kristoff tried not to be distracted by the movement of her throat as she swallowed, and turned his attention back to the two sitting in front of them. “There’s no wiggle room here?”

Mattias shook his head. “None. You do this, or you’re benched.”

Shit.

Anna still seemed to be processing the information when they were excused, and Kristoff had to slow down his steps to stay in stride with her. “Hey,” he started, trying not to laugh when she jumped as if she hadn’t even noticed he was walking beside her. “I…”

She stopped, looking up at him with those pretty blue eyes, and Kristoff felt his face flush. “I wanted to apologize for the other day.”

He saw a change in her, when she stopped being overwhelmed by the news and was back to hating his guts. Anna crossed her arms and looked up and down his body, her hip cocking to the side. “Go ahead.”

“What?”

“Apologize.”

Kristoff’s eyebrows furrowed, his shoulders rising with confusion as he continued to stare her down. “I did .”

“No,” she dragged out, her lips forming a perfect o as she leaned slightly forward. “You said you wanted to apologize.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No!” Her arms dropped to her sides, tense and frustrated as she turned and continued to walk off. “You’re unbelievable!”

He was genuinely confused, tripping over his feet as he spun quickly to keep up with her long, angry strides. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” She stopped suddenly and he almost ran her over as he did his best to halt his steps. Kristoff took in a deep breath, blowing it out in one slow sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“All right.” Her voice was softer now, as if that was all he had to do to make her give him another chance. She looked down at her feet, suddenly bashful as he towered over her, arms braced on his hips. “Well,” she risked a glance up at him and scrunched her lips to one side. “If we’re going to have to work together, we… should probably figure out how to be civil.”

Kristoff felt a weight lift from his chest as he nodded.

“I can be civil.”

She laughed, and he flushed again. Even her laugh was pretty.

“I doubt it, but I guess we should give it a try.”

#btpfic #feistypantswrites #hehe

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader -”What Death Tastes Like”

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; the young woman didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it’s finally time to do something about it.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Hi daddy,” Emma enters the kitchen and you follow, immediately greeting The Joker.

“Hello Mister J.”

“Pumpkin,” he acknowledges his daughter. “Miss Crane,” he growls at your presence and you can’t help it:

“I like your purple shirt Mister J; makes you look ravishing.”

“Oh yeah?” he scoffs, used to the 22 year old throwing this kind of stuff his way on a regular basis.

“Definitely!” you approach and point at his can of grape juice. “Can I take a sip?”

“Since when you like grape juice?’ The Clown Prince of Crime frowns but hands over the container anyway.

“I don’t,” you taste the sweet liquid and continue: “I just wanted to touch something your lips touched.”

“That’s a new one!” he rolls his eyes and snatches back his drink while Emma closes the fridge in a hurry, appalled you always flirt with her father.

“Keep her on a leash!” J advises his offspring and you snicker as she pushes you out of the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you say those things to him!” Emma gives you a nudge on the hallway, amused and horrified in the same time. “He could be your dad!”

“But he’s not,” you wink, dodging her grip. “He could be my daddy though!”

“You shameless jerk!!” she laughs and starts chasing you. “How dare you??!!”

“He’s really hot for being 40-ish!” the enthusiastic Y/N teases more, speeding up so she won’t get caught. “I’m going to marry him and I’ll be your step mom. You’ll have to call me mommy!”

“Whaaaattt??!!” Emma shouts and The King of Gotham shakes his head because he can still perceive your aberrations: the truth is he’s uncertain if that’s all they are, thus the dilemma J doesn’t care to solve regardless.

You quickly run into Emma bedroom and snatch a pillow in order to protect yourself from her attack.

“I love your dad!” you grin and she keeps relentlessly hitting you with her fluffy cushion, annoyed:

“I hate you!! I totally hate you!!!”

You suddenly start coughing and your best friend halts her rampage, concerned.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Where’s your med?”

You pull the vial out of your jean’s pocket and she opens it while your cough intensifies; Emma fingers tremble at the sight of blood stains on the palm of your hand.

“Here, take this. Two?”

“Y-yes,” you struggle to talk and swallow the tablets, finding it difficult to calm down without the remedy you failed to ingest earlier before the worse happened.

“Come’ere,” she carefully sits you on the bed and begins wiping the red spots off your skin with a clean tissue. “There you go… Deep breaths, OK?” the young woman urges on the verge of crying: although she’s used to your episodes, she can’t cope with the thought of losing her best friend.

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; she didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late.

“Better?” Emma analyzes your face and you can tell how upset she is, that’s why you try to distract her the best way you know how.

“Is your dad wearing a new cologne?”

“Huh?”

“He smells sooooo good, I swear I get this uncontrollable desire to kiss him all over,” you cough a bit more and she slaps your thigh, outraged.

“Would you stop it???!!!”

“I think he’ll miss me when I’m gone,” you playfully giggle. “Who else would flirt with an old man in his 40’s?!”

“Stupid girl…” Emma’s voice quivers since she doesn’t like to be reminded you’ll leave her. You both are silent for a few moments before she gathers the strength to continue the planned evening.

“I’m going to prepare you a nice, warm bath, then we’ll tag along with my dad at his Neon Devil club, alright?” she pouts and you don’t have the heart to admit you don’t feel like going out anymore.

“Sure… … sounds perfect,” you sigh and underline. “Only if I can spend some time alone with Mister Joker in the VIP section.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Emma concludes and you won’t quit.

“I didn’t say anything bad, you’re the perv for thinking indecencies regarding a man and a woman…alone… in the luscious VIP room… a few drinks… music blasting… attractiveness mooing to be unleashed…”

“Mooing???” she burst out laughing, forgetting she was about to admonish on your crazy ideas…again.

“Yup, mooing…” you proclaim with delight. “It’s a very sexy term, won’t you agree? … … Sexy like your dad!” you immediately blur out and stomp towards the bathroom while she hunts you down with the only purpose of shutting down the outpour of nonsense flowing out of you.

***************

Neon Devil Club, 10:36pm

“Are you going to dance?” Emma’s red cheeks pop up next to you.

“No, not tonight. Don’t worry, I’m having fun!” you point at the two empty cocktail glasses in front of you, still working on your third one. “I think I might call it a night soon, I’m tired.”

“OK, Y/N. Let me know when, we’ll both go!” she yells over the deafening tune.

“Stay and have fun, I can get a ride!” you glare at The Joker sitting at the bar a few inches away from you, totally absorbed by his text messages.

“Are you sure?” Emma hesitates and you poke J’s arm in order to get his attention.

He finally looks up and his daughter pleads:

“Daddy, can you take Y/N back to our house when she’s ready? I want her to be there when I return, this way we can gossip after the wild intercourse I’m gonna have with one of these lucky guys!”

The Clown Prince of Crime stares at her, displeased with the comments.

“Hilarious,” he growls and she jumps up and down, excited to see Bane’s son in the crowd.

“Don’t get mad, daddy!” she pecks his cheek. “I’m joking… Maybe…” Emma chuckles at his grumpiness and you are proud of her achievement in mocking the forever serious Joker: despite the nickname, the green haired menace is not the epitome of joyfulness.

“Are you supposed to have alcohol with the medications you’re taking?” he gestures at your cocktail.

“Nope,” you serenely confess and guzzle down more. “I’m a burden to my father and he doesn’t even know it,” you sniffle and J senses something strange about your affirmation. “He locks himself in the lab for days, researching on ways to overcome my terminal cancer. Did you know Evelyn left him two weeks ago?” you ask and The King feels cornered; you’re probably tipsy and in mood to chat while he’s not. “She’s perfect for him and he let her go… He would ignore her for days, immersed in his ridiculous project of saving me. The amazing Doctor Crane can’t take the hint this is a battle he won’t win. I made peace with what’s happening to me, but he can’t...,” you wave at the bartender for another glass. “Why won’t my father accept the inevitable outcome?” the pain in your tone prompts J to mutter:

“He just tries to postpone the inevitable.”

“I’m grateful for his help,” you ramble on. “I take remedies he makes for me and it’s nice to avoid the traditional chemo and losing my hair. I don’t look like I’m dying, correct? If you wouldn’t weren’t aware of my illness, you couldn’t tell, right?”

“Yes,” The impatient Joker signals the bartender to halt mixing your fresh drink; in his opinion you had enough.

“I got my test results this morning, “ you disclose, pouting. “They’re bad…” Y/N inhales the rest of her liquid courage and taps on the marble counter, disappointed at her own statement. “Did you ever taste death?” the weird question makes him taunt.

“Naahhh.”

“This is what it tastes like,” the heartbroken Y/N softly kisses The Joker and his remark hurts more than her disappointing routine evaluation:

“Strawberry margarita?”

You hop off your high chair so fast he realizes you’re flustered; it was the first time you kissed him, not that kind of kiss anyway and he completely dismissed your candor in the worst possible way.

“Can we go please?” you intensely glare at your sandals and J opts out of attempting to patch up his callous reply; possibly the best decision regarding these circumstances simply because it doesn’t affect him at all.

“Sure, we can bail,” he grumbles and escorts you out of the club, wondering if you are done talking about matters of no importance to him.

****************

The master bedroom is cracked opened and you knock until The Joker bothers to acknowledge your existence.

“What is it?”

You sneak inside, adamant to request a tiny favor.

“Can I watch TV in here?”

“Why?” he wiggles in the middle of his bed, certainly not thrilled at your proposal.

“I won’t inconvenience you, ok?” you evade his inquiry and still being a bit tipsy briefly aids your plan; your drag your feet to the humongous mattress, then slip inside the purple sheets at the edge of the bed. “You know… If I would have lived longer, I bet you would have married me,” you gaze at the man relaxing close to your body.

The Joker nonexistent eyebrows go up so high it’s possibly a new record: why did Emma have to stay at the club instead of distracting you from whatever the hell this is?!

“We would have had at least 4 kids…” you continue your story. “ I’m young so every two years I could have been convinced to get pregnant; we would have had a small army of little Jokers and Y/Ns… I picked a few names already, would you like to hear them?”

“NO!!” he sucks on his teeth, irritated.

“Hmm…” you get discouraged yet it doesn’t last. “ You would have died at 65…”

“Why would I die at 65?!” J interrupts and his interest gives you a boost of much needed confidence.

“Car accident; you’re a shitty driver,” you lift your shoulders up, instantly correcting your sentence. “I meant reckless.”

The Clown Prince of Crime huffs and the fact that he engaged into this monologue of yours hopefully suggests he won’t chase you away until you finish.

“After your demise I would have mourned you for a decent amount of months, then I would have remarried a guy my age, this way I’m not in any danger of becoming a widow for the second time. I would obviously have our children too so not to worry, I would have survived without you.”

“Awesome, I was anxious you won’t overcome the grief,” his sassiness triggers your approval.

“Indeed; yet I have to warn you: if you ever cheated on me, I would have asked my father to create a special virus to obliterate you from the face of the planet!”

“Why are you shouting?!” The Joker scratches his chin, confused about your attitude.

“Sorry,” you take it down a notch. “I always get emotional when I think about this part…”

“Is this soap opera of yours almost done?” the impatience emerges; I suppose you tested his composure enough.

“I really like you,” you cut off his vexation. “You should be happy a young woman would crave an older man in his 40’s or 50’s,” you snort while adding to his growing restlessness.

“I think it’s time for you and the alcohol in your system to take a nap!” J hints at your departure and you abruptly bring it up since he’s basically throwing you out:

“Do you like me? You never get mad or chase me when I flirt with you…” you scoot over and cuddle next to him.

“What are you doing?!” J gets pissed at your boldness.

“I’m cold,“ you lie without a problem and he’s done with the dumb night he had to put up with so far.

“Get out!” The King of Gotham snaps and his sudden aggressiveness throws you off.

“I want to stay and watch TV; I promise I’ll be super quiet from now on. Cross my heart and hope to die!” you smile and your silly pun doesn’t have the outcome you hoped for.

“You know why I indulge a shallow brat’s idiotic flirting?!” he raises his voice and you shrivel because you realize he won’t utter anything nice at this point. “Who wouldn’t feel sorry for a walking corpse, hm? Despite what people think, I’m not that insensitive!”

You gulp and slowly roll out of bed, trying not to cry in front of him; you don’t remember sensing a stronger pain in your life, not even after you got sick.

“You’re so mean, “ you whisper and can’t stop the first tears streaming down your face. “I wouldn’t have married you anyway,” you rush out of the master bedroom and The Joker reprises his movie, undisturbed at the events he created out of spite.

“Fuck…” he mumbles when it hits: Emma will chew him alive if she finds about his behavior; would you mention this to her? Or she would guess something went wrong if you depart from the mansion when she asked you to stay? The only person that counts is bound to make him rethink his awful actions; his daughter wouldn’t forgive him unless he patches up things. Might as well get it over with before he lands in hotter waters.

“Uggghhhh,” The Joker puckers his lips and contemplates his choices: not too many, thus he ends up in front of your bedroom 10 minutes after the fight.

He can discern your sobbing and opens the door without knocking because another human’s privacy is simply not his issue. You are standing by the windows and turn towards him, mad you didn’t lock the entrance.

“Your company is required in the master bedroom,” J elaborates on the subject and Y/N’s silence evokes a faint apology. “I don’t think you’re a walking corpse… … …”

No reaction.

“Come on, let’s watch TV in my room…”

“Why would you need a shallow brat’s idiotic company?” you blow your nose in a tissue and emphasize. “I don’t want your pity.”

“Crane’s a genius but the trait is clearly skipping a generation,” his way of attempting to restore the mood totally sucks. “It’s not pity.”

“What is it then?” you wipe your tears and he has no clue himself.

“Not…pity.”

Are you debating on his offer?

“Come on,” J grabs your hand and your resistance works a miracle nonetheless. “I’m sorry, alright? Not a word to Emma, deal? Or your dad, he would probably create a goddamned virus to exterminate me from this planet. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” he sulks, crabby at the idea of being killed for offending Scarecrow’s princess.

“I won’t…” you promise and you’re actually surprised when he lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want to… until Emma gets back,” The Joker recommends and you hide your astonishment the best way you can.

“Sleep like in dozing of or…?” you wish to determine and the response doesn’t fail to deepen the mystery:

“As I said, genius sometimes skips a generation.”

The King strolls out of the bedroom with Y/N clinging to him while he lifts her higher in his arms, closing his eyes when she kisses him.

And the only thing The Joker can think of for the moment is that if death tastes like this, it’s not the worst way to go.

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Hidden In Plain Sight

Male Tiefling x Reader

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"I love you with my entire body and soul. My heart ignites with fire upon simply gazing at you. You are my one and only mate," this random creature pleaded on the white marble floor.

You let out a sigh as you looked over at the assistant, Kang Lu. She was a human woman who worked for your family's company. She had short brown hair with dull brown eyes. A black pants suit was the only thing she wore with a clipboard glued to her hand.

She nodded her head in understandment before snapping her fingers once. The creature's eyes narrowed in anger as he went to jump for you.

A bunch of hands wrapped around him as the security team started dragging him out. He begin yelling how you were making a mistake. How you were nothing but a spoil brat. Blah blah blah.

"I apologize we haven't found them yet," Assistant Kang mumbled while bowing. You waved her away as you sunk in the throne.

This whole mate finding thing is honestly a waste of your time. It's not suppose to be, but for you, it is.

In this world, there exsist a soul string that connects you to your soul mate, so it's easier for you to find them. This is how it has been since the beginning of time.

But one day, your mom and dad had given birth to you. They were quite proud, and in love. Then a witch came alone and fell in love with your dad, even though they weren't soul mates. Your dad obviously rejected them and they didn't respond well. They decided to take out their anger on something and guess who was in his arms at the moment? The dang witch cursed you to not be able to see your soul string, so you could never find your soul mate.

As the years went by, your family grew into a powerful business. It was an rule between you and your family to let no one know about you not being able to see your soul string. Things where going fine until a nurse decided to gossip with her coworkers about her patient that couldn't see her soul string. That spreaded like wildfire and within a week everyone knew of the billionaire's only daughter that couldn't see a soul string.

A wave of people, claiming to be your soul mate, started appearing at your home or at any place you went. Your parents became stressed by this situation and wanted to ward off all these harrassers, but they were worried about pushing away your real soul mate.

You then propose this system that allowed your soul mate claimers to make an appointment and you could see if you felt anything for them. It's been three years of this and nothing has happen. The only reason you continue this is to try to relieve the stress from your parents and give them hope. But you gave up finding your soul mate when you where a child.

"You're not hurt are you," Assistant Kang asked touching your shoulder. You shook her off and stood up. That chair was so uncomfortable. Sitting in it for 6 hours every day brings in some bad back pain.

"I'm going out," you announced grabbing a hoodie. This was your hoodie that you used when going out. The hood was huge and the material was extremely cheap, making it a lot easier to blend in.

"Please notify me when you arrive," she said and you just waved you hand.

After going through the underground system of your business, you appeared to the manhole in an alley way. You pushed it open and jumped out. Gently placing it back, you looked around to make sure no one saw.

"You really are garbage," someone song out causing you to jump. You looked up to see a mess of long red hair dangling above you.

The person jumped from above you and landed infront of you.

It was a blue tiefling with black horns that curled more upwards than backwards. He had long red hair that was pulled back in a high pony tail. His clothing was a pair of ripped black jeans with an off the shoulder white sweater. You looked down to see that his legs turned into high arched hooved.

"You got your hooves polished," you yelled glaring at him while pointing an accusing finger at him. His pure golden eyes shrunk as a big smile came onto his face. His fangs glisten as his high pointed ears started twitching with excitement.

"You promised you were going to take me with you next time," you yelled gently punching his shoulder. He let out high pitch laughter as he wrapped his arns around you pulling you close.

"I'm sorry," he said trying to calm his laughter as he placed his chin on your head. "They were beginning to look disgusting and you didn't appear for a long time. However, I do need my horns to be buffed, sooooo."

You looked up with excitement in you eyes. "Cosmo, you're the best." He let out a laugh while letting you go.

Cosmo was your best friend in the entire world. You guys met when you snuck out after a really bad meeting and you wanted out. So you took the underground system under the business and appeared in this random part of town you never seen. This blue tiefling, calling himself Cosmo, saw you crawling out of the manhole and kept bothering you the entire day. You don't remember when his annoying and mischievous ways slowly turn familiar and welcoming.

"Do you think they can paint my nails again?" You asked walking alongside him as you two exited the alley. He nodded his head as he folded his arms behind his head.

You loved this neighbourhood; it was mostly tiefling with a few random monsters. No one knew who you were and for that, they didn't try to suck up to you or make themselves seem perfect. Especially the tiefling salon that Cosmo has to go to to take care of himself.

They are so friendly and treat you as if you are their own. When they painted your nails, they just chatted with you about the most randomest thing. At home, it's done by a professional that's quiet and worry more about your nails then you.

"You gonna get blue again?" He asked raising his red eyebrow. You rolled your eyes at his obvious teasing. You paint them blue one time and he kept bugging you claiming that you were trying to flatter him.

"Maybe do red and I can get my talons painted your hair colour. That way people know we are the best of friends." He wrapped his arms around your shoulder pulling you into him.

You looked up at him to see his golden eyes starring down at you with this giant smile on his lips. He felt so warm. It felt…nice.

Your body stiffen at that thought. You shrugged out of his arms and took bigger strides. "Hurry up. I don't feel like waiting."

You need to stop these thoughts before they become worse. It was looked down upon to deal with anyone that wasn't your soul mate, romantically. He probably already found his soul mate or is still looking for them.

And it would only complicate things more for you. The public expected you to match with someone that was high in status. A tiefling barely had any power in this hierarchy.

"Fine, my princess. Let's go," he said walking past you easily. You jerked at the new nickname. Why did have to add the my infront of it?

You entered into the small salon, instantly being hit with a wall of chatter. A conversation was brewing that seem to somehow include everyone.

"Cosmo, you're late," a black tielfing, with white horns that were similar to a ram's, yelled over the loud noise. She had silver hair that was cut just below her chin. "Oh and you brought the human with you. Gonna let us do your nails, darling?"

You gave her a smile with a quick nod. Walking past you, Cosmo ruffled his hands through your hair before going to the woman yelling at him earlier. He draped his arms around her slim shoulders and gave a lazy smile to her.

"I wouldn't say I'm late. More like, I sync up with a different part of the world and arrived at that time. So in a way, I'm on time," he said causing you to roll your eyes. Only he would be dumb enough to think of something like that.

"Sit your butt down before I cut a hole in your horns," she yelled grabbing his horns and putting it into the chair. He let out a laugh as he adjusted himself in a seat.

"I've been wanting to get a piercing up there. What do you think, princess?" He purred out slowly seating himself in the chair. You froze at the nickname again. At least he didn't add my infront of it.

"You're not getting a piercing. That dumb trend is gonna turn bad. Just you wait, someone going to be crying on the news on how their horn fell off. You can't find your soul mate looking like that." You looked at Cosmo to see he was already staring at you.

"I feel like she wouldn't be surprise by it," he said staring deep into your eyes with those shining golden eyes. A small smirk came to his face causing his face to look more mischievous.

"I honestly would feel pity for your mate," you retorted turning towards the nail section in the corner. You walked over to see a tiny tiefling with pink skin and black hair with a bun. They perked up seeing you sit down infront of them.

"Oh, you're back," they chirped happily pulling out all sort of equipment. "I've been creating this perfect design that I'll think you would love."

Their tail was swinging frantically behind them. You let out a smile as you handed them your nails.

"Close your eyes. It's gonna be a surprise," they said clapping their hands happily. They started pulling out multiple colours and paint brushes. "Go on. Close your eyes."

You let out a small laugh, but did as they said. They never done your nails without you telling them what you want. They must be really excited.

After who knows how long, you may have fallen asleep in the middle of it, they finally spoke. "Okay done. Open your eyes and tell me what you think."

Slowly opening your eyes, you gaze instantly went to your nails Your mouth dropped as no sound came out of you.

The base colour was a gradient from light blue to dark blue. Red trees created a domain on your nails with golden stars on the tip of your nails.

To summarize, it looked just like an abstract version of Cosmo. It even had his skin tone down to a T.

"Isn't it cute. I think your mate will love it," they said sending a swift wink with their red eyes. Your eye started twitching at that word. Why does everything in your life seem to revolve around a mate?

"Cosmo isn't mines," you grumbled lowly feeling a headache form. You could just feel Cosmo nagging about to happen.

"What? I assumed. But he's never been close to anyone like he is with you. I sincerely apologize, I can redo them," they said frantically as blush slowly ran up their neck. They reached for you hand, but you pulled it back.

"Cosmo never been close to someone? But he's so… social," you whispered leaning forward. You know Cosmo, but you never heard of how he was before the two of you met.

"Honey, no. He's friendly and would sometime say hi to a person he passes on the street. But he was always alone. Well, that is until you just popped up," they whispered back, putting a hand beside their lips, as if it would put a curtain between you two. "Then he was seen tagging alone with you and was a lot more energetic. But when you aren't here, he goes back to normal. So, can you see why I thought you were his mate?"

Without realizing, your hesrt seem to swell with an unseen hope. He was you best friend, so maybe, just maybe…

You shook you head to get rid of that hope. It wouldn't be that simple. He's probably got a mate just waiting for him.

"I can change your nails if you want," they asked giving your a sad smile. Why do they look like they pity you? You are completely not afrected by this at all. Not in the slightest.

You glanced at the window to see the sun setting. Assistant Kang is probably getting worried about you and your family most likely want to eat soon.

"It's fine. It still looks beautiful," you said giving them a gentle smile. Their face lit up with pride as they flashed you their fangs. Wipping around excitedly, their tail flickered around before forming a tiny heart.

How are they able to do that with their tails? Tiefling seem to be use to using their tail to express themselves. Now that you think about it, you haven't ever seen Cosmo's tail. Did he have a tail?

"So, how did your nails come out?" Cosmo voice asked behind you before his head dropped onto your shoulder. With him distracted by placing his chin on your shoulder, you balled your fingers and tucked them close to your body.

"They came out good. Now let's go," you sputtered out, jumping quickly out of the chair. You swiftly walked out of the door taking giant strides Why does he have to be so touchy today?

"Princess, wait up," he yelled behind you. You could hear his hooves hitting the concrete as he neared. His arms wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer. "You okay?"

You looked up to see his face close to yours. His eyebrows was drawn down in concern. His usual smile was turned into a deep frown. He was genuinely worried about you.

"Where's your tail?" You spat out without thinking. Was that the best you could do in changing the conversation? But you can't tell him what's going on.

How do you causally tell your best friend that you can't see your soul string and that you gave up on ever finding a soul mate, but you keep having these thoughts about him with hope that he may be your soul mate, but you know that won't happen, so you're emotions are all over the place?

"Um, I have a tail," he said letting go of you and taking a step back. You turn around to see his blue skin turning pink as he avoid eye contact. "I just keep it hidden."

You cocked your head to the side in confusion. "You know it's fine if it doesn't look like other tails. It's yours, so it gonna be unique."

His cheeks deepen to a red as he shifted from hoof to hoof. His hair, which was now in a braid, was swinging behind him. His horns were shining causing them to reflect the setting sun. He look so cute.

"It's not that. It just that our tails show our emotions really well and we can't control it. Which can be really embarrassing sometimes," he mumbled at the end. With the end of his talons, he began to twirl a loose string on his sweater.

"Oh, if you're uncomfortable with it, I'm sorry for bringing it up," you said holding your hands up in apology.

"No!" He yelled shaking his head intensely. "It's not anything you need to apolgize for. I just... I think I would look too hot if you saw my tail and would immediately fall in love with me." He looked away with a sullen look on his face.

You punched him in the arm causing him to start laughing. You were actually worried for him.

"I'm sorry, Princess. Do you still want to see it, even though I warned you?" He asked wiggling his eyebrow as he lean close to you. You pushed his face away starting to laugh yourself.

"Where do you even hide it? Tiefling tails are at least 3 feet," you asked walking around him looking for any sign of where it may be.

"Easy," he said before grabbing the edge of his shirt. He lifted it up and your eyes went down to his stomach. You were ready to see anything, but a dark blue tail wrapped two times round his waist.

It slowly unwrapped itself before lazily floating behind him. It was a lot longer that any tails you seen and was quite beautiful. The tip of it was similar to an arrow head with a golden shimmer at the edges.

"Woah," you mumbled reaching out to touch it. You stopped just a hair short away from it. You went to look up at Cosmo for permission when the tail launched at you like a snake. It wrapped itself around your arm, pulling you closer.

"Crap, sorry," Cosmo yelled grabbing the back of his tail and pulling it. But the tail had a tight grip on your arm, resulting in you face planting into Cosmo's chest. The tail decided to change location and released your arm, only to wrap around your waist in the next moment. You tried to take a step back, but couldnt.

You looked up to see Cosmo's face was turning pink in embarrassment. His eyes locked in with you and you could tell that he wad more embarrassed about this situation than you.

"So, you want to explain what emotion this?" You asked tugging at the tail that had a death grip on you. It didn't hurt, but you were not moving an inch.

"It's ahh..." His face started to turn red as he looked around for the edge of the tail. You stared at him as he frantically started to look around and seem to be panicking more with each second.

You grabbed his face causing his eyes to land on you. You could feel the heat rushing through his cheeks under your finger tips. You pinkie was barely touching his neck, but you could feel his racing pulse .

"This isn't how I wanted to tell you," he grumbled looking down. You dropped your hands to rest on his chest as you waited for an answer. "I guess it's best to rip it off like a bandaid. I'm your mate."

You froze up as everything went numb and oversentive at the same time. That phrase. That damb phrase.

"No you're not," you mumbled looking away from him. He's lying. They're always lying. "When did you find out who I was? When did you plan this?"

You looked up with a harsh glare only to see his golden eyes filled with tears. Your anger facade started to chip away as you stared at his broken face.

"I knew I shouldn't told you. I knew you would think I was lying," he muttered on the edge of panic as he started yanking at his tail. "I mean, why would you believe me when you have millions of people each day that are way better than me saying the same thing."

Tears started flowing down his cheeks as he started yanking harder on the tail. "Let go. Damb it, let go. Please just-." He didn't finish the statement as he dropped his head onto your shoulder as he started crying.

His tears soaked into your hood as you stood there frozen. This has never happen before. Usually when they confess there may be one tear or two, but not this level. And you never felt your heart break into a million pieces like this.

This was your best friend in the world crying on you shoulder. The creature that never judged you or ever overstep boundaries. The only person that brought some form of happiness into your life. And you caused them to cry.

"I could have just kept pretending," he stuttered out shaking. "I could act like I wasn't affected and everything would still be okay."

"Who said it wouldn't?" You said wrapping a pair of arms around him. He stiffen in your arms before relaxing. "Cosmo, look at me."

He let out a few sniffles before lifting his head. His hand instantly went up to wipe at his face, trying to careful of his talons.

Sometimes, you gotta take a risk. Everyday, you sit in a room with strange people and take a risk of them not killing you. You climb in an underground system to come through a manhole into a random place. Maybe you need to let go of those personal feeling and fear and take a risk.

"I'm sorry. I'm a hot mess," he said forcing a laugh as he continued to wipe at his face with his sweater. His tail grip on you had loosen when he started crying, but you didn't move.

"Yes, yes you are," you joked squishing his cheeks with your hands. His face felt hot and wet, but that didn't matter.

He let out a laugh as you dropped your hands. "I guess you may have some questions for me," he mumbled looking down. He looked down at your waist to see that his tail was barely hanging onto you. The tail moved and wrapped around his waist again.

"Just a few," you said putting your thumb and index close to eachother. He let out a small high pitch giggle before looking behind him.

There was a small bench sitting close to the road that looked close to breaking down, but it appeared more comfortable than that throne you have to seat in everyday.

"W-would you like to sit?" He asked running his talons against the edge of his sweater. You gave him a gentle smile before nodding.

He bowed dow with a hand over his head before splaying his hand out. "Princess, first," he joked with his voice still shaking a little. He was still trying to be himself.

"Get up, you dummy," you said laughing while pushing his shoulder. He stumbled forward but caught his footing. He let out a small laugh before walking beside you to the bench.

It looked a lot more worn down up close than it did far away. But without any hesitation, you gently placed yourself on the left side of the bench. It creaked underneath your weight, but it stayed put.

Cosmo walked quietly over to the right side and sat down. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around him. He look like he's uncomfortable.

"So, how did you know who I am? I accused you earlier, but you comfirmed with that statement of people confessing to me," you asked putting your elbow on the arm rest before placing your chin on you open palm.

"Well, you know that manhole doesn't just open for you," he joked giving you a small smile. He looked forward causing the street light to reflect on his golden his eyes. The sun had finally set, but you weren't in a hurry to get home.

"I got curious after seeing you appear on the second day, so I went into the man hole. After a while, I jumped out of a random manhole I saw, and I realized I was in a human community. And-umm- I saw a magazine with your face on it. So I may or may not have read the entire thing and then went through every magazine or newspaper with your face on it." He buried his head into his folded form, but you could still see the bright pink crawling up his skin. So he knew who you were since the beginning.

"Is that when you decided I was your mate?" You hissed not really thinking about it. But when Cosmo flinched away from you, you freed yourself from that thinkingm "I'm sorry. I'm so used to people faking the whole mate thing. But- but I trust you."

He rotated his head towards you with his eyes widen. He open his mouth to say something, but it just turned into a giant smile. He looked back forward with his face hidden under his arms.

"Well, as a child, I figured something was wrong with my soul string when it just faded away. I can see it attached to my ring finger, but it went on for a foot before dissappearing. I thought that meant I didn't have a soul mate," he stated sadly with his eyes hooded from an unseen memory. He brought his head up to rest ontop of his knees.

You never thought of how you loosing your soul string would affect the other person. You just believe they didnt exsist. Not that they may be going through the things similar to you.

"And I gave up on having a soul mate and it resulted in me distancing myself a little. My soul string never tugged or twisted, it never moved. Until you showed up." His eyes glanced over to you and his eyes were sparkling. Is it okay to say that he look adorable right now?

"Oh," you whispered not knowing what to say. You were honestly speechless.

"It was the first time there was a tug on my string. I followed it with a little hope. And it led me to an alley way and soon as I got there, this human decided to pop out of the manhole." He started laughing trying to cover it under his arm.

You guess it would be weird to see a human pop out of a manhole. Especially when she yells at you to leave her alone, only to get lost a minute later. You're happy he decided to follow you that day.

"That's how I was able to tell when you were coming over. The string would start pulling and I tried to put it off as a coincidence. But one day I noticed as I was moving around you, annoying as usual, that the soul string moved in the direction of you. That's when I had to accept it, you were my-ummm." He drifted off as he shrunk down. He was scared of using the word. You have been acting harshly to it.

"Mate," you finished the word feeling odd in your mouth. That's the first time you've said that word in a long time.

"Ah, well. Yeah," he grumbled turning pink as he picked at the lint on the wrist of his sweater. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" You asked confused tilting her head. He let out a sigh before jumping off the bench. His hooves landed in the grass quietly as he started pacing.

"I know you're not too keen on the whole soul mate thing. When I found out about you, I knew you may have some promblems with the soul mate issue, but I just said it would be your soul mate promblem. But the it turn out to be me and I want to help you, but I don't know how. And it feel like I'm forcing it onto you and I don't want that," he rambled running his talons through his hair, ruining his braids. His cheeks were turning red due to frustration as he continued to pace in the grass.

"I mean, I'm a monster for christ sake. You are a powerful human, just imagine the backlash from the public when they find out I'm nothing more than a lowlife monster in a crappy monster only city." You jumped off the bench causing Cosmo to stop his pacing at look at you.

"Take it back," you growled glaring at him. His hand dropped from his head as he looked at you with confusion. "Take back that statement."

His red eyebrows dropped as he looked at you with those golden eyes that seem to be so dull. He doesn't feel anything for himself. He's more worried about you that he hasn't said a thing about how he felt.

"If you talk so low about my best friend and mate again," you growled pushing your finger into his chest causing him to back up. His back landed against the tree as he looked down at you with now confused panic.

"Cosmo, you are the best person I know. I don't care about what some gossiping humans say or think. I know you are kind, cheerful, and are always finding ways to make me smile for hours. And don't even think for a moment that you're some low life monster. You are not a monster, you are Cosmo. Don't define yourself to a hateful title," you said laying your hand against his chest. You could feel his heart hammering against his rib cage, the same as yours.

"I-I- um," he mumbled shrinking a little as the frustrsted red turned to an embarrassed pink. He lifted his hand to cover his face as he continued to stutter. "Thanks."

"Why thank me for telling the truth? You think I care about public opinions. They don't know you nor do they care about you, they just want a name to throw around to get money," you grumbled angrily staring at the dark bark of the tree. You knew all too well what the public could do.

"But even with that out of the way. I don't know how to go about," he broads between the two of you "this. I feel like I forced you into something."

You let out a sigh as you brought your hand back up and placed it on your chest. Your heart was still ramming against your chest. Now that the anger has passed, it seem to be turning into panic. But you won't let it control you this time.

"I don't want us to jump into anything yet. I just want to start off slow. Maybe some dates or um," you stoppped as blush was slowly coming up your face as you zoned in on Cosmo's face. His eyes was focusing solely on you as he seem to be absorbing every word you say.

"I wasn't plan on jumping into anything. I think I still need to get use to the mate thing too. I'm use to the word, but none of the stuff that comes with it," he admitted shyly giving you a goofy smile. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him do that.

"Ah, yeah me too." Why did you say that? And why was it so bland? Are you really flustered right now? You are trying to have a deep conversation with Cosmo. You need your brain to thinking at full capacity. It needs to making a plan, not thinking of how hot Cosmo looks with messy hair and lightly blushed cheeks. Or how his sweater is being pulled down his shoulder by his twirling pitch black talons. They seem pretty sharp, but Cosmo seemed to know how to use them with hurting anything. You wondered how those would feel-

"Princess," he yelled causing your head to snap up. The blush entensified on your neck slowly making it's way up. "I was in the middle of asking you on a date."

His lips parted in a smile revealing those sharp fangs. That devious look is back. It makes you feel like he knows something you don't

"I was asking if the next time you decided to pop out of a manhole, if you wanted to go to this diner a mile away. They have some good food and I'm friends with the workers, so we can get bigger portions," he explain dropping into a lazy smile. A small one slide onto you lips as you thought about it.

"Let me think about it," you joked lifting a finger to boop his nose. His golden eyes crossed as he looked down at your finger. His eyes widen and you could see the light filling his eyes.

"Princess, I love what you did with your nails," he said in a taunting tone. You blinked once before realization hit you. You pulled your arms back while balling your fingers up. You completely forgot about your nails. That tiefling was actually right in assuming Cosmo was your mate. But they didn't count in that this is Cosmo, a devious tiefling.

"Let me see them," he sung out happily reaching behind you. You stumbled back trying to get away fron his prying hands. "Princesss, please."

You shook your head while still keeping your hand behind your back. Cosmo's pointed ears wiggle giving you a short warning of his next attack. He jumped for your arms and you took a giant step back.

Only, your legs didn't meet air, instead it was this hard wood. You fell backwards causing your arms to rush out to catch yourself

Cosmo was infront of you in a blink of an eye. His left arm wrapped around you as his right arm went behind you to catch himself on the back of the bench.

"I didn't plan that. I swear," he yelled instantly. His cheeks turned a lovely shade of dark pink. With his arm still around your waist, you put a hand on his face. You were instantly met with a nice warmth.

"I know. If you were to plan something, it would be a lot more…extravagant or more complicated. This feels a little cliche," you explain lightly poking his cheeks with your finger. You pushed your finger into his cheek and his pointed tongue slide out.

You let out a laugh at his silliness. You fell back onto the bench into the seat. Cosmo released his grip on your waist, but kept it there gently.

"I love that sound," he mumbled leaning down to look you in the eye. His half lidded eyes seem to be absolutely shimmering, even in the darkness.

The laughter slowly turned into giggles until you let out a content sigh as you leaned your head against Cosmo's arms still holding the back on the bench. Gently, Cosmo placed his head into the crook of your neck.

"So, would you like to go on a date, my princess," he whispered into your ear. His hands slowed to yours and he entwine your fingers. He lifted them and lazy placed a kiss on them.

"I may or may not be free when I come over," you said squeezing his fingers. His black talons were pressing against your skin, but they didn't hurt. If anything, it felt quite nice.

"Well, guess I'll have to wait to see." You felt his lips spread into a smile. "You need to get home. It's way past late and I'm sure everyone's worried."

Glancing around the area, you could see everything was pitch black. You don't even want to know what time it is. Assistant Kang is probably having a heart attack at the moment.

"I know," you mumbled leaning more into Cosmo. He felt so comfortable. Everything about him is comfortable. He knew who you was and still stayed the same around you. He never judge you.

As soon as you get back, it's just going to be you dealing with fake people trying to use you. You loved some people at home, but sometimes the negative out weigh the good.

"Hey." You felt his hand slip out of yours and run carefully across your cheek. You looked up to see he had moved his face right infront of you. His golden eyes were reflecting concern. "Whatever you are worrying about, it won't last forever. Promblems are only temporary. Look towards the future where they have no exsistence in your life."

"Woah, Cosmo's getting serious," you joked poking his cheek again. He has the sofest cheek ever.

"No, I was just worried," he yelled dropping his hand from you cheek. He tugged his arm back signalling you to get off. "We need to get you home. Back to your castle."

Opening his palm to you, he waited for you to grab his hand. You took the offer and grabbed his hand. He used a little of his strrength to pull you off the rickety bench.

You tighten your grip on his hand, not allowing him to let go. A squeak came from him causing you to look at him. His face instantly turned away from yours, but you could a light pink crawling up his neck.

The two of you walked in content silence as you just let your mind catch up. You found your mate, who just so happen to be your tiefling best friend. He's understanding that you want to take thing slow. And you have a date with him next time.

"And your castle, my princess," he joked using his free hand to splay infront of the man hole. You let out a laugh as you pushed him away.

His talons wrapped around the holes and pulled the man hole cover off. You could see the light fixtures lighting up the secret undeground system. This is going to be a long walk.

"Well, guess I should be returning, my prince," you teased poking his toned arm. You glanced up ready to start your goodbye, but you voice got caught in your throat.

He was staring down at you with the widest smile as the light pink blush darken. His braid was thrown over his shoulder with that soft white sweater. His hand lightly squeeze yours before yanking you closer.

You stumbled into his chest where he wrapped his arms around you. With a content sigh, he placed his head ontop of yours.

"I always hated it when you said goodbye," he muttered into your head as his talons gently rubbed your back.

"I always hate saying it," you responded breathing in his scent. He smelled like warm cinnamon with hints of apples.

"So, how about we don't say it? Because I plan on seeing you soon," he joked causing you to smile. "I'm serious. If you don't see me soon and I feel like something is wrong, I'm coming to see you."

You were tempted to ask how, when you realized that the manhole wasn't one way. Cosmo would actually be idiotic enough to try to find you. Even if he doesn't know which exit is to you.

"Let me stop prolonging the inevitable. Return to your castle. And like Romeo, I'll wait here for you." He unwrapped his arms from around your waist and took a step back.

"Until I return, why don't you plan that date that I may or may not be coming to?" you said sending him a wink. A devious smile came onto his face revealing those sparkling fangs.

With a final wave, you dropped down into the man hole. But this time, you weren't sad. You were filled the highest form of happiness that money can't buy. You were filled with love.

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A monster that's not a naga. So, this thing was over 6,500 words and it's the reason why I haven't uploaded in a while. I wanted to finish this and I did. So, comment about anything: your day, favorite part of this story, a question you would have for any of my characters, etc. I love reading the comments. This story was actually recommended in one of my comments, where they asked me to write a story with a tiefling. I apologize if I got the design wrong or left out some tiefling tradition. I'm atill trying to stretch out into other monsters. Thank you for reading so much.

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glass-neo-alchemist · 5 years

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If you do still take writing requests, can you do one with Jekyll sprouting wings from his back, like it started with two bumps on his back, his back starting to hurt and it gets worse as the day goes and later on the wings come out of him very painfully? You can add Rachel or Lanyon in it if you want.

oof sorry this came so late yo

also turned this more into an “Everyone but Jekyll gets wings but when he does it’s gross.” thing sooooo

ANYWAY (AO3)

TW FOR Blood, body horror, mutilation, uhhhh gross

‘Wrong way’

Edward Hyde groaned into his hand as he fell against the wall of the society building, squinting even against the dim light of a lantern fixed to the space next to him.

“Shudup, I know weer’ I’m gonnin’ ‘m fine.” he grunted out after a minute. In the space his own shadow had been a moment ago, the shadow-y form of Henry Jekyll rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Just hurry up already, I’ve still got things to do today.”

Edward simply grumbled a bit more before shoving himself upright once more and shambling, now in the correct direction, towards Henry’s office.

“I would tell you to take it easy next time, but I doubt you’d take my advice, even in this condition.” Henry mumbled, half to Hyde, half more to himself.

“Good to know wer’ on the same page then, hmm?” Edward fell through the door and let it slam shut behind him. Henry glared from the mirror but said nothing as Edward fumbled through the cabinets on the walls to finally find the transformation potion.

Hyde raised the glass to his lips for a moment before being stopped by Jekyll yelling at him, now through the reflection in the mirror.

“Hey!” Edward looked over to find Jekyll giving him a stern glare, which Hyde mimicked for a moment before setting the glass back down and shoving his shirt up and over his head.

Henry almost flinched at the shock of envy that raced through his mind for a moment at the view of the other man’s wings.

They settled behind his back in a bit of a mess, the light brown feathers mussed and crumpled from spending the end of the night pressed into the short man’s green vest. Henry had to stop himself from verbally reprimanding the other man for not taking better care of them.

“Hurry up already.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He raised the glass up to the good doctor like a toast, giving him the best shit-eating smile he could muster at the moment. He then threw his head back as he took the full potion all at once.

Unfortunately, being near dead drunk wouldn’t be good for anyone’s coordination.

By some unforeseen stroke of misfortune, the space between Henry’s workdesk and the wall of potions was a bit smaller than usual, and when Edward spasmed at the electric pain of the transformation, his wings stretched ramrod straight out from him back and knocked into the wall of viles, making several shake dangerously close to the edge.

Edward’s wings melted away with the crawling of skin as he switched places with Henry.

Who then slipped and tried to catch his balance on the cabinets.

Which then all came down from their places and fell with a shatter down his unprotected back and head.

To the man’s credit, he managed to not scream, however, crashing from the glass was enough to send the sound of stomping, wing flaps and more, now louder stomping, to march right up to his door, which was then flung open by Miss Rachel. Henry shoved Edward’s shirt under the offending cabinet.

“Doctor Jay!” a blur of grey and blue raced up to the doctor, who was now being hit by the effects of old alcohol in his system, and had resigned himself to just sitting on the ground.

“Ah, Miss Lavender, I apologise for the racket, it seems I slipped on the way in-”

“Are you ok Doctor Jay?” Rachel cut him off, eyes wide with worry and concern.

“I’m quite fine really, just a bit bumped-” Henry cut himself off with a hiss as Rachel jerked her hand back from where she had touched his shoulder, it was wet with blood.

“It looks like some of those glasses of your’s sliced open your back a bit, Henry, come on,” she gripped his arm and pulled him up to his feet. Henry grimised when his legs almost buckled under him. Rachel’s face scrunched up when he settled on her shoulder.

“You smell like a brewery.”

Henry had enough humility to look embarrassed at the floor and not meet her eyes.

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It was a few days later that Henry noticed that something might be wrong.

He woke up sprawled on his desk to find his back aching, and, while this really wasn’t unusual for the kind of work-sleepover he had a habit of keeping, the pain was a bit more offset than that of his actual spine.

However he really didn’t have the time to be dealing with anything related to his own health and brushed it off as just his muscles being pinched. Also by then the bandages covering his back were starting to get old, so he resigned to switch them out the next day and deal with the ache until then.

This was a mistake.

Again, he did not make it to his own residence the night before and woke up in the society, luckily this time on a sofa that was pushed in the corner of the room instead of the desk.

He jostled awake on the small couched, jerking his back away from the arm of the chair that he had shifted on in his sleep, agitating the damage on his back. Jekyll sighed, he should change out the bandages now while he was awake, and hopefully get to work again earlier than anticipated.

Getting up, he bit his lip to keep from making any noise as a spike of pain rushed up his spine. In the dark, he stumbled for a moment before catching his balance and remaining silent. In the back of his mind he knew something was off, like something was hanging of his shoulders and pulling on the flesh of his back.

He tried not to think about it much.

Jekyll struggled to find the knob to turn on the lamp in the washroom, his hands were shaking by the time he got to the room.

His reflection in the mirror looked as dreadful as he felt, but he really didn’t get much time to examine himself as the space was replaced with a head of blond hair.

“What the hells wrong with you?” the specter asked as if he didn’t cause it.

“You damn know what, it’s probably all the stuff you knocked down on yourself a few days ago.”

“I thought you said Rachel got that all out of our system?”

“I said I hoped Rachel got that all out of our system, I was going to do a more thorough check earlier, but I suppose I lost track of time…” Henry trailed off, he felt as though his head was full of fluff.

“And now you’re all sick?”

“I hope that’s all I am.” Jekyll groaned and shifted off the counter, starting to unbutton his shirt, wincing as it pulled at the bandages. Hyde glowered at him, tranquil mist spiking for a moment.

“If this is some kind of pathetic suiside attempt-”

“Oh shut it, I’ve just been busy, it’s not like I didn’t already check if my more lethal potions shattered, I just didn’t know the outcome for mixing some of them.” Jekyll snapped, and jerked the remaining bandages from his chest, which turned out to be a Bad Idea.

Searing pain flared up his back as he heard flesh rip as the bandage pulled it off with it, and he buckled over. Out of the corner of his eye, Henry could spot Edward jump in shock as the green mist spasmed into a sudden uproar of flames as he watched in surprise when the doctor doubled over the sink, and then fell to the ground.

There was silence for a moment and Edward crawled out of the mirror, smoke trailing behind him as, for a moment, cold dread befell him at the thought that the other man was dead.

Then he took a breath.

Hyde breathed in a sharp gasp between intangible teeth as he spotted movement on the other’s back, light illuminating the lumped form covered in dark blood.

Jekyll started awake, taking a deep breath as the two wings on his back stretched.

#fic #the glass scientists #henry jekyll #edward hyde #Rachel Pidgley #tw body horror #tw body mutilation #tw blood

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Heroes (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: Alrighty...here it is...the long awaited Stefan x Reader fic...the last imagine of the weekend! I LOVE DAVID BOWIE SO AN ANON REQUESTED THIS AND I ACTUALLY SCREAMED NGL. Also, I just wanted to thank everyone for the love so far. I’ve written fanfics before, but never like this. I don’t feel forced to put out things…and I feel much better getting requests as opposed to having to think of everything on my own. Tumblr has a much different vibe than fanfic.net and wattpad, and I love it sooooo much. Stefan x Reader was heavily requested so I figured I needed to feed da people. While I’m super into writing for Bandersnatch, and love writing for Bandersnatch the most, my next two fics will most likely be two anon requests: one about Donnie Darko, and another about Alex Turner. (DON’T WORRY MY FELLOW BANDERSNATCH LOVERS, I’LL WRITE HEAD CANONS TO KEEP YOU ALIVE…and i have an idea for my first multi-part Bandersnatch fic sooo…get ready for a “BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGE”….) For now…enjoy this Stefan x Reader imagine, guys…

Summary: Your an art student, and you have chosen to paint a portrait of Bowie for your final project. However, things go horribly wrong…that is until Stefan is there to help :)

Warnings: Panic attacks, minimal to medium angst, lots of language, fluff!

Word Count: 1,688

Your brush dances ever so carefully across the bright, white canvas. David Bowie’s “Heroes” blasts throughout your flat.

Outside your window, the rest of South London decided it was time to turn in for the night. You imagine small children crawling into bed, begging their mothers or fathers for one more story…just one more.

But not you, you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you began to add more shading to your portrait of David Bowie.

You fell in love with Bowie’s music and his entirely fantastical persona at a young age. Maybe it was his voice, or his lyrics, or perhaps his message of artistic integrity and being yourself regardless of what others say that made you so obsessed with the Starman.

Regardless of what exactly made you love Bowie, he was the reason you had the confidence to make your move to the UK. He was the reason you decided to apply to art school in the first place.

So, when your professor announced that your final project of the year would be a portrait of someone that has impacted your life greatly, Bowie instantly came to mind.

Without Bowie, where the hell would you be? You most likely would be back in the States, going to a university you had no interest in, pursuing a major you hated, in a relationship with a boy you could never love as much as you love…him.

Oh yes, him. Stefan Butler. Without Bowie, you couldn’t have ever met Stefan. He was your Moonage Daydream, your Modern Love, he was yours. He was so kind and soft and caring.

When Stefan needs you, you’re there in an instant. He needs you quite often, to be completely honest, but you never mind. You understand that his past traumas plague him, and you want to help him more than anything else in the world. And, naturally, without Bowie, you would never be able to do so. You owed so much to that magnificently talented man.

And yet this painting of him was slowly becoming a pain in the ass.

I need to get this done, You remind yourself. Tomorrow is just hours away.

Unfortunately, you feel as though your hours of painting have led to absolutely nothing. You step back from the painting in an attempt to see it better. However, the more you step back, the more wrong things seem to be.

“This…this just isn’t right,” you mutter under you breath. A feeling of distress creeps under your skin and eventually pushes itself into every part of your body. You reach for the grey paint, and apply it forcefully to where you think you need it.

You don’t realize it isn’t actually grey paint until you remove the brush from the canvas.

“What the fuck?” Now you’re fuming with anger. “This can’t be happening…no no no no no!” You fall to the ground sobbing, your head smashing into your hands.

A large, vibrant, pink slash of paint displays itself in the middle of your grey, “Heroes” album cover painting.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, and you know that. You simply sob on the floor of your flat, as the creativity you had earlier in the day leaves, and replaces itself with total and utter sadness and disappointment.

Then, for some reason, you decide to look over to the alarm clock next to your brass, queen bed.

2:00 am

“Oh no, god no!” You shout, expecting your neighbors to be at your door any second now to complain about all the noise.

Your throat quickly begins to close up, and your heart beats out of your chest. You haven’t had a panic attack since you left the States, but the feeling was familiar nonetheless. You try to scream, but you just can’t.

A million thoughts race around your mind at once. Every bad experience, relationship, argument, and situation you’ve ever gone been in or gone through resurface in your mind. You simply don’t know how much you can endure before you fall apart, or worse…

“No, no I can’t think like that, I just can’t,” you whisper to yourself.

Before your old, depressive thoughts begin to come back to haunt you, you reach for your phone, and dial the number you know will fix everything.

“(Y/N)? It’s two in the morning, is everything all right?” Stefan’s voice is hurried and panicked. He knows something is wrong.

“I fucked up, Stefan, so terribly terribly bad,” You’re voice is unsteady and hoarse. You struggle to get your words out as you sob to Stefan.

“(Y/N) tell me what happened.” Stefan was beyond worried now.

“It-it’s my p-painting. I-,” you take a deep breath before continuing, “I n-need you, n-now.” You sniffle audibly.

“H-hold tight, k-keep breathing. I’m on m-my way.” Stefan hangs up. You try to do as he says, but it’s no use. You feel your depressive, almost suicidal thoughts begin to push through the barriers you worked so hard to put up.

No, stopping thinking like that! You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in attempt to free yourself from your intrusive thoughts. You throw your head back into your hands.

Less than five minutes pass by, when a soft knock echoes through your studio flat.

“C-come i-in,” you croak. Stefan slowly pushes the door open. His fluffy brown hair is a mess, and his dark circles highlight the emerald-ness of his wide, puppy dog eyes. He’s wearing black shorts and a baggy black sweatshirt. His long, bright yellow socks pop out against his black converse.

You obviously woke him up, and now you felt like you were being a bothersome girlfriend. You are the one who is supposed to help him. It isn’t supposed to be the other way around. Guilt begins to fill your stomach.

“(Y/N), m-my god,” he paused, looking at your beet red face and puffy eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. He rushes over to you, and holds you tightly in his arms. “I’m here now, let it out, it-it’s okay.”

You sob violently into his chest. You don’t know what else to do. In fact, you realize there is literally nothing else you can do.

You separate from him for a moment, and nod towards your now adulterated painting.

“L-look at it. I’m going to fail, Stefan. It’s due tomorrow. It’s worth 70% of my final grade and I’m going to fail,” You say in a soft, factual whisper. He shakes his head.

“I see nothing but amazing artwork, (Y/N),” Stefan replies. You grow angry again.

He’s just lying to you, you think to yourself. It’s absolute shit! Anyone could see that. Yell at him, scream!

“Bullshit!” You cry out in a rage, scooting away from him and getting up. You want to punch something, a wall maybe.

“(Y/N), s-stop,” Stefan pleads softly, getting up from the floor as well. You ignore him, and start to pace the floor. You can’t stand yourself now. Your hands begin to shake. You wish everything would just disappear.

“Fucking hell I hate thi-,”

“I said STOP!” Stefan screams this time, cutting you off. Stefan was usually so soft, so timid. In this moment, he was the opposite.

You stare at him with wide eyes. He nervously reaches up to pull on his ear lobe. His emerald eyes become glossy.

“I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t m-mean t-to-,” Stefan starts to apologize, but you quickly cut him off.

“No, n-no I am. You were just trying to help and I screamed at you. I’m just so sor-,” the second half of your “sorry” is muffled into Stefan’s chest as he rushes towards you and captures you in his arms.

He smells like peppermint and roses. His scent relaxes you and you practically fall limp in his embrace. He kisses your forehead lightly, and rubs your back gently. You stay that way for what feels like hours, even though it was most likely only a few minutes.

“We can figure this out, things are going to be fine, I’m going to help you,” Stefan coos in your ear. You melt to the sound his voice.

Feeling much more calm now, you and Stefan separate. Stefan makes his way over to the painting staring at it for a few seconds.

“Aladdin Sane,” is all that comes out of Stefan’s mouth.

“Hmm? What about it?” You weren’t sure what he meant.

“The pink streak it reminds me of ‘Aladdin Sane' record cover,” Stefan states rather factually.

Then, it hits you.

“Stefan, you’re a genius! An absolute genius!” You scream, but happily this time. You run over to him, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

“I should be a genius more often then,” Stefan says smiling widely, blushing intensely.

Stefan stays with you as you continue your painting, watching you, making sure you don’t overwork yourself. He checks in with you every now and again to see if everything is okay. Of course, now that he was with you, everything was completely fine. Your confidence and inspiration was back.

Around four in the morning, the painting is finally complete. You step back and smile as Stefan joins you by your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Its absolutely, stunning, (Y/N),” Stefan says, his eyes twinkling even in the low, poor lighting of your flat.

The painting was a fuse of the “Aladdin Sane” and “Heroes” album covers. You felt fulfilled and happy with your work, and it was all thanks to Stefan, your hero.

“I love you so much,” Stefan says, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you more,” You say in return.

Stefan simply shakes his head.

“Impossible. It would be impossible even in an alternate timeline, in-, in an alternate universe, (Y/N). That is infinitely and eternally impossible.”

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Chapter 2: Bad guy

Summary: So your a tough guy, like it really rough guy just can’t get enough guy, chest always so puff guy, I’m the bad type make your mamma sad type, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad type, I’m the bad guy......duh.

Masterlist’

*chapters are in the masterlist link*

Link to the song

Your Pov:

Ever since I can remember I was always getting into trouble. Whether that was talking back to teachers, cheating on tests, or fighting I was always in trouble. I was a reckless kid. Always coming home with a bloody nose, but it had to be this way. This was the only way I would get attention at home. Granted, it wasn’t great attention, but it was attention. Both of my parents traveled a lot for work. My dad was an engineer and my mom was a journalist. They were always working. They would leave me home alone for weeks at a time, just leaving some cash for behind behind.

When I was six I got in trouble at school for stealing a girls purple scrunchies. I refused to give them back to her so they had to call my parents to come pick me up since we didn’t have any close family members that lived around us. When my mom finally arrived she was pissed at me. Which was understandable, but hey! I really wanted those purple scrunchies. I didn’t care though, I was just in to much shock that she had actually left work for once.

I quickly put two and two together and realized that if I kept getting into trouble like this I would finally get the attention that I so desperately craved and needed. This would quickly become a normal routine in our household.

When I entered high school it only got worse. People had started to become afraid of me. They would flee whenever I came into the room, they would stare and point. There were a few brave ones that would come up to me in the halls. But that would only be just to make fun of me and call me names. When this happened it usually ended with me in the principals office and them with a black and blue eye.

Relationships with a boy were even worse. That’s if I even had a chance at all. And if by some miracle I did I would somehow find a way to ruin it.

Once I met Colby though, everything changed. We went to the same high school obviously, but how we met and somewhat got a long is still a mystery to me.

We met through a mutual friend. His name is Jake. I know it’s a shocker that I even had a friend.

Jake and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up as next door neighbors so he knew all about my non existent parents and whatnot. His parents were honestly better than my real parents and would let me stay over when I got too lonely at my own house. He was like a brother to me.

Meeting Colby is a whole different story though.

I was hanging out at Jake’s house one day, like I do every other day, and he asked me if I wanted to go to a friends house with him. The friend being Colby.

“I don’t know Jake,” I was hesitant. “You know how other people feel about me,”

Jake shook his head in disagreement.

“Colby’s not like other people. Besides, who cares what other people think of you Y/N? They don’t know the real you.”

I started to grow frustrated with him. I didn’t want anyone to know the real me. Besides everybody already though of me as some kind of ‘Bad guy’ so why not just live up to their expectation of me?

“And what exactly is the ‘real me’ Jake?” My hands were placed on my hips, I wasn’t in the mood for him. “Cause from what I’ve heard I’m quote on quote ‘the bad guy,’ I ruin things Jake, that’s who I am.”

Jake again shook his head in disagreement.

“Your not the bad guy though. I know you, and I know the real you. I know why you do the things you do and act the way you do.”

I rolled my eyes. Sure he did.

“Your not the ‘seduce your dad type’ or ‘make your girlfriend mad type’ your more like the opposite really. Please come.”

At this point he was on his hands and knees begging me to come. I rolled my eyes at him. How was he my best friend again?

“Fine,” I sighed looking down at him.”I’ll guess I’ll come with you , but on one condition?”

“Anything.”

“If there’s even one look of judgement from Colby were out. No questions asked.”

Jake nodded and started to grab his keys.

“Deal, now let’s roll.”

The ride to Colby’s house was nerve wracking to say the least. I’ve never hung out with anybody before besides Jake and I had no clue what to expect. From what Jake’s told me about Colby he seemed like a pretty good kid. Had two loving parents, a brother, played in our school band with his best friend and even go straight A’s. What more could you ask for?

Pulling up to his house in when the panic really started to set in.

“I changed my mind Jake. I wanna go home.”

Jake laughed and put the car in park.

“Too late now Y/N, were already here.”

I turned to look at him. Beads of sweat were starting to form on my forehead.

“Hey, your gonna be okay. Remember our deal? First sign of judgement and were out, no questions asked.” He said while grabbing my hands and laying the across the middle.

I took a deep breath and focused on his words.

“Okay, your right. I mean they don’t call me a bad guy for nothing right?”

Jake rolled his brown eyes at my lame attempt at a joke, but squeezed my hands nevertheless.

“Let’s just go and get this over with.”

This was so awkward. So incredibly awkward. I can’t believe I agreed to come. Jake better hurry up in the bathroom before I kill him.

“Sooooo tell me about yourself?”

I looked at Colby unamused.

“You probably know it all already.”

When Jake introduced us it was weird. Colby’s eyes widened in shock when he saw that I was behind Jake. I was probably the last person he was expecting to hang out. That action alone on Colby’s face made me want to leave already and never come back.

Once we were inside and all introduced Jake of course had to go to the bathroom. When he disappeared down the hall that left Colby and I alone in the living room.

“No I don’t. Those are all just rumors. I don’t actually know the real Y/N.”

I scoffed and looked over at him from my side of the couch.

“You don’t wanna know the real me Colby. Nobody knows the real me.”

He shook his head, his brown hair moving with it.

“Jake does,” he quickly said. “Jake knows the real you.”

I laughed at this. And how would he know that?

“”Jake likes to think he knows the real me.”

I stood up my sitting position. I was getting out of here. I didn’t wanna talk about the ‘real me’ and who knew it anymore. I didn’t even wanna be here in the first place. Who was I to think that this was going to go well? Who was I to even think that he wouldn’t ask me questions like that?

“Listen, the real me is bad alright? It’s always been. So don’t try and stick your nose somewhere were it doesn’t belong. Oh and tell Jake not to wait up for me.”

I was almost out the door when Colby’s voice spoke again. He sounded genuine.

“You don’t always have to do this ya know? It doesn’t always have to be like this. You can change, I could help you. Because deep down I know your a good person. Jake tells me all these wonderful things about you, so I know your not actually bad. Your just a girl who’s afraid and I can see your struggling. Stop trying to ruin things that could be great for yourself.”

I turned my head and glared at him through the small crack that was left in the door.

“You don’t know me at Brock, and you don’t need to either.”

And with that I let the door slam shut. I had to be the bad guy after all, didn’t I?

Authors note: Ahhhh here it is! Hope you guys enjoyed it! I’m doing a part 2 to the second part of the song. If you listened to the song you know what I’m talking about lol. That should be out tomorrow. Also this is not my song and all credits go to Billie Eilish. But this is my concept idea lol. I’m so excited to start this series! Thank you guys for reading and let me know what you think of it so far, feedback is appreciated! Love you❤

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby imagine #jake webber #when we all fall asleep where do we go #new series #when we all fall asleep where do we go series #colby series #bad guy #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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ilirramithtirne · 4 years

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I always wondered why there were no people fighting back in the Amaurot dungeon. It's possible there just weren't any people who acted as defense in their utopian society, but I don't honestly believe that. There are a number of possible reasons why no guards or soldiers fight back against the chaos during the dungeon. Perhaps Emet-Selch is doing it for the drama, perhaps the WoL's party represents those who did fight, or perhaps we simply don't see the parts of the city where squads held the line. In any case, below is a possible scenario I like to think of.

"Ugh! How much longer could they be!?"

Areia, leaning against the wall with her arms folded into the sleeves of her robes, watched her companion pace the floor. How many times had this very scene played out before her? It was no surprise what came next, as the other robed figure stopped in from of her, eyes pleading behind his mask. "How many things could they possibly talk about!?"

Areia shook her head. "They'll finish soon enough, Ergane. No need to get worked up. Have a little faith."

Ergane for his part did stop pacing at least. "I know, I know. It's just so boring. I could be out testing my new toys!" He grinned, leaning against the wall beside his partner. "Oh, how about a conversation to keep my mind off that? I heard you had been spending your off hours with Terpsichore lately..." He trailed off, hoping she would fill in the blanks.

Areia rolled her eyes, despite knowing he couldn't see the gesture. "We are supposed to be working. I don't think the captain would appreciate us talking about the status of my love life."

Ergane leaned in close. "Oh, come on. The captain wouldn't fi-" he was cut off by the sound of the council chambers doors slamming open as their captain stormed out, striding right past them and towards the exit. The pair hurried to fall in step behind her.

A minute passed in silence before Ergane tried to break the tension. "Sooooo... Talk about anything good?"

The captain gave a curt "Not here," without breaking pace.

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"Wait, they wanted us to what!?"

The captain rubbed her chin, scowling at the thought of what she had just explained. "It's a suicidal plan. All for the slight possibility that they will learn something new, with the high risk of making things worse. And that's not even considering the losses we may suffer in capturing such a beast."

Ergane was pacing one more, chewing on a knuckle as he thought. "Okay... Okay, what if... I think we can..." It was his normal thought process, so that was a good sign he wasn't lost at least.

Areia frowned. "But shouldn't we be helping the others? This plan leaves them to their doom and doesn't even guaranty saving us!" She shook her head. "It's wrong."

The captain nodded. "I agree. And that is why I left the council."

There was a brief pause before a unanimous "You what!?"

Ergane stared blankly at their captain. Former captain? "But... How can... You were able to affect change before!"

The captain nodded. "Through word, while on the council. And now I shall do it through action. I am going to help where I can outside the city, hopefully put a stop to this as I can." She began gathering her supplies. "As I am no longer your captain, I will not order you to come with me."

Areia shrugged. "As if you didn't know we would come anyway."

Ergane looked between the two then sighed, shoulders slumping for a moment. "Ah well, at least I'll get to field test my new ideas."

"You really should register those," Areia remarked.

Ergane grinned. "I want to make sure they're good ideas before I register them! Field testing is the best way."

The captain chuckled. "Glad as always to have your support." She shouldered her gear. "Come on, let's see who else we can round up."

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Areia leaned on the doorway, a hand pressed against the bloody patch of robes at her side, taking slow, deep breaths to keep herself calm. It wasn't long before Terpsichore caught sight of her outline and approached, balking as she noticed the wound. "You're hurt." It was a simple statement of fact, but, as with everything she said, filled with so much more.

Areia nodded, pushing off the frame. "It's nothing bad." She placed a hand on Terpsichore's cheek. "I needed to come make sure you got to safety. They are evacuating everyone outside the city."

"And what of you? You're coming too, right?"

Areia shook her head. "I have to help make sure everyone can get out." She forced a smile. "But I'll catch up. I promise."

Terpsichore seemed skeptical. "I don't...

"Please go. I'll be able to focus more knowing you're safe."

With a heaving sigh, Terpsichore nodded. "Just... Come back to me."

"I promise."

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Things were worse than she could have imagined. The creatures were unnaturally persistent and intelligent, striking their weakest points. Already their squad was down to half strength. "There's too many! We can't stop them!"

Areia shouted over the din, "Hold the line! We have to give them more time!"

Another wave of beasts slammed against their barricades, another set of attacks from Ergane's inventions pushing them back. And then silence. There were still cries in the distance but the immediate area had calmed.

Ergane lowered his weapon. "We have to tell the captain. There's no stopping this."

Areia shook her head. "No one's seen her since we returned to the city." She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the squad, and she could feel the fear in them. "Not that it matters... We'll do what we've always done."

Ergane began to speak up but was halted by a rumble. "What was that?"

Areia looked over the barricade, but nothing could be seen. And then she realized the feeling of dread she had been sensing was getting thicker behind her. "What..." She turned to find the air beside her squadmates shimmering as creatures began forming behind their barricade. "Look out!"

The guards were up and scrambling away in no time, trying to reform a defensive line, only to be scattered by a new assault on the other side of the barrier.

As the line began to crumble it began to take shape. A creature of immense size, covered in gibbering, toothy maws, slithering across the ground. It roared and another rumble sounded. Areia looked to to see a massive, flaming stone coming towards the remainder of the squad from the sky. Surrounded as they were, there was no escape. Areia closed her eyes as it drew closer. I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise.

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Ilirra woke with a start, sitting up from the borrowed bed. A month had passed since she had come to what she now knew as the First, though she might not believe it, and she had had that dream several times already.

A hand found her horns, rubbing them gently. "How strange..." She looked at her hands in the sliver of ever present light making its way through the shutters on the room, half expecting them to be somehow different. "Just a dream... I suppose."

Glancing at the covered window she knew she'd have no way of knowing what time it was, and so rose from bed to start her day.

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sirius · 6 years

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Chaos Theory Pt. 4

Warnings: Swearing, Underaged drinking.

Word Count: 6064 (holy Heck)

A/N: omg this is sooooo late I’m sorry guys. Like, really, I am. It’s been freaking insane and I’ve been literally going out of my god damn mind. Anyway, I finally got this finished so yay. Also, I could not find a translator that could properly communicate what I was trying to say so I’m sorry for people who actually speak Latin and read this and are like ....wtf???

Summary: While staying at the Burrow, Reader has an awkward interaction with Harry, and the Trio get into an argument of sorts. She thinks that things can’t get any worse until her father makes a surprise visit.

Chapter Four:

On a good day, Adrien Arden is an award-winning journalist.

The charismatic and charming editor-and-chief of the largest source of wizarding news in the world. A clever leader adored by his colleagues and friends. A winner of several accolades for his service to the wizarding community and a personal friend of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. He’s the handsome, brooding widower with eyes that have the ability to draw you in and a smile worth more than all the gold in Gringotts. During his years at Hogwarts, he had been destined for success; a Slytherin Prefect and Head Boy and was regarded fondly by peers and professors alike.

On a bad day, Adrien Arden is a father.

A perfectionist with standards higher than a crowd of rowdy teenagers at a Weird Sisters concert. A workaholic and a ghost who drifts in and out of your life like the tide; pulling you in when he thinks it’s necessary and pushing you away when he realizes it isn’t.

Sometimes, you pity Adrien Arden.

It must be such a lonely existence; to work and work without receiving a reward. To have such ravenous ambition that has consumed every aspect of your being, pushing you further and further until you reach the edge. To realize that he’s repelled all the people who matter away, to not realize that all those galleons that sparkle and glitter in the family vault are worthless compared to the love and respect of his two children.

And it’s this pity that motivates you to keep a calm and level-head. It’s this pity that compels you to be the good little daughter for the sake of relative peace. And it’s this pity that helps you realize that family is the only way to keep your mother’s wishes alive, even though she isn’t.

Luke, however, is not so forgiving.

You don’t think there was ever a time where Luke got along with your father. Perhaps they are too similar, and for this reason, they clash. Whatever the reason is, though, it’s clear that Luke hates Adrien with every cell in his being, and if anyone ever doubts that, then all they had to do is step into the Weasley’s kitchen and glimpse at the razor-sharp glare Luke is giving your father right now.

A heavy tension blankets the room in uncomfortable warmth, grating against your skin like sandpaper, and you fiddle with your bracelet to expel the nervous energy tickling your fingertips. You can almost feel the anger igniting the air around Luke, stiffening his spine, sharpening the edges of his jaw, curling his hands into fists.

Mrs Weasley must sense it, too, because she rolls her sleeves up and flashes a dimpled smile, “I’ll let you three spend some quality time together.”

Luke scoffs but doesn’t say anything more, most likely out of respect for Mrs Weasley. Mrs Weasley hurries off as your father draws a carefully guarded smile across his lips. It’s polished and professional, much like he is.

“I’m so relieved that you’re all okay,” Adrien says, and for a moment you actually believe him.

“Took you a while to remember we exist,” Luke spits, indignantly. The insult bounces off Adrien’s layers like a Protego spell.

“I’ve been...busy at work,” he says, calmly, “I’m sure you can understand.”

A derisive scoff issues from the back of Luke’s throat.

“It’s okay, father,” you say, trying to keep your tone reassuring, “We know that you’re busy.”

“Too busy to be a father,” Luke mutters, darkly, not meeting his eye.

Adrien ignores the comment, “I don’t have a lot of time but I just wanted to check in and see how you’re both going. Did you have fun at the World Cup anyway?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “it was nice. I mean, before all of the chaos it was actually a really lovely night.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Adrien smiles fondly.

“Oh, Mr Arden,” says a familiar voice from behind you, and a shy, blushing Hermione steps forward. Ron and Harry follow behind her.

“Hello Hermione,” Adrien flashes her a smile and nods at Ron and Harry, “Hullo boys. Good to see you three again. How are you all?”

Harry shrugs, “We’re good, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well, considering the night we just had we’re not exactly going to be prancing around picking flowers and shooting rainbows out of our asses,” Luke snaps, coldly, and Adrien narrows his eyes on him, working his jaw, grinding back whatever he wants to say.

A loud, obnoxious beeping startles you, and Adrien glances down at his screeching watch.

“That’s all I have time for, for now. I have to head back to the office and submit some papers.”

“Glad you could fit us into your tight schedule,” Luke scowls, “Just leave. No one wants you here anyway.”

Your father clears his throat and bends down to embrace you awkwardly. You wrap your arms lightly around his neck, wondering whether its normal for a fatherly embrace to feel like you’re hugging a pole. He pulls away quickly and straightens, moving toward Luke. Luke folds his arms across his chest and steps away, refusing to look at his father. Adrien heaves a heavy sigh.

“I’ll see you...later,” he says and he gives your friends a weary smile, “I’ll send you an owl.”

Adrien walks into the kitchen, thanks a blushing Mrs Weasley for her hospitality, and leaves. You turn to Luke.

“Well that was...” you trail off, silenced by the expression on Luke’s face. His mouth is screwed shut and his eyes are glaring daggers in the direction where your father left, “Luke?”

Luke isn’t listening, though. Instead, he charges forward, nearly knocking you aside, and strides toward the door.

“Luke!” You call out, but Luke reaches for the door knob, yanks it open and slams it shut in your face. You push it open and peek through the crack.

“Why did you really come?” Luke demands, storming up to his father, “You don’t just decide to pop in after weeks of not seeing us!”

Adrien sighs, exasperated, “It’s as I said; I really was concerned for your wellbeing. Both you and your sister.”

Luke lurches forward and for a moment, you think that he’s going to tackle Adrien to the ground in a fit of fury. Instead, he rises up to his father, spine straightened in deadly determination. “Keep my sister out of your rotten mouth.”

Adrien narrows his eyes coldly on your brother, like a sniper taking aim, “Is that a threat, boy? Because if it is, you’d better follow through with it. I did not raise a coward.”

Luke bristles, “You have no right to think of her as your daughter when I was the one who raised her. I looked after her and protected her and held her as she mourned. I was the one who took her to Diagon Alley, bought her her first wand and school robes. I did the job you were supposed to do while you wallowed in self-pity and abandoned us as though your own children were a burden, stopping you from your precious work.”

Adrien steels, a dark expression falling over his sharp features, “Lukas Adrien Arden, if you ever doubt my responsibilities as a father again, I will personally ensure that it is the last thing you do.”

Luke steps back from the looming figure of his father, “You’re up to something, I know it. And I’ll find out, I always do.”

Adrien’s entire demeanour shifts and an amused ghost of a smile teases the corners of his lips, “I don’t doubt that. You are my son after all.”

“I’m nothing like you,” Luke spits, venomously.

“Oh but you are,” Adrien clamps a hand on Luke’s shoulder. Luke struggles under Adrien’s grip, but his grasp is like a vice, locking Luke into submission, “And when the day comes that you realise you are, you’ll regret every bad word you’ve ever said to me.”

You stare as Luke jerks away from Adrien’s grip and staggers backwards. The tension is stifling, like an ominous cloud of thick fog creeping over you, and you have to physically step back from the door to remember how to breathe again.

It’s sort of distressing, seeing Luke so riled up when he’s usually so smooth and refined. He looks and acts like a completely different person like someone has hijacked Luke’s body and is puppeteering his words and actions. It’s a persona that emerges whenever your father is around, a defence mechanism Luke has carefully honed after years of loathing and disgust.

It’s...unhealthy. Unnatural. Worrying.

Stepping away from the door, you turn and start toward Luke’s room, hoping you’ll be able to chat with him later. You doubt you’ll have any luck but he needs to know that you’ll be there for him in all the ways he was for you. Before you can make it up the stairs, though, you walk into a nervous-looking Harry.

“Hey,” he says, tearing a hand through his hair.

“Hey,” you echo, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I...wanted to apologise-” Harry starts, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“-You seem to be apologising a lot, lately,” You say, and Harry’s lips quirk into a sheepish smile. You mimic it as you continue, “I don’t know what’s going on, and if you don’t want to tell me then I respect that. I just...I want you to know that you can talk to me. I’m here for you, I always have and I always will be.”

Harry hesitates for a moment, his mouth moving around silent words, as though he’s carefully stringing them together. Laughter echoes from the backyard, ringing through the silence. You’re just about to say something when Harry beats you to it, his voice low, “Follow me.”

Intrigued and a little surprised, you watch as Harry scales the winding stairs, the sound of the floorboards groaning in protest filling the growing distance between the two of you. You start to follow him until you reach his and Rons shared room and he pushes the door open, inviting you in. You climb onto his bed and Harry closes the door behind you, fidgeting nervously with his glasses. Something in his expression seems hesitant, as though he’s debating on what to say. You wait patiently.

“It’s my scar,” he finally murmurs, “It’s been hurting lately and– I think it may be connected to the attack at the World Cup.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to swallow back the distant ache throbbing in your throat, “Oh, Harry. This is...this is serious. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you,” Harry says, quickly, the words flying from his lips like a practised excuse, “In the Forrest when we were looking for the Portkey. But then...then Cedric came and I didn’t get a chance to talk to you alone.”

You study Harry for a long moment, eyes sweeping over his fidgeting form. He seems unsettled, a little nervous, perhaps hesitant, like he’s trying to tackle something on his tongue back into his throat. You figure it could just be his nerves, but you can’t help but wonder if he wants to say more.

“Is that what you guys were arguing about this afternoon?” You ask and Harry nods, “Why was Luke there?”

Harry blinks at you, “What?”

“Why was Luke there?” You reiterate, calmly, “I heard him arguing with you.”

Before he can answer, there is a tentative knock at the door and a moment later, Ginny’s head pokes out from behind it. A small blush blossoms beneath her freckled cheeks when she notices Harry but then her eyes drift toward you and she raises a sharp brow.

“Mum says dinner is ready,” she says, her voice soft.

“Okay,” you and Harry blurt at the same time and Ginny nods as she closes the door.

You slide off Harry’s bed and straighten, “I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

Harry chortles, his smile loose, relieved “Yeah, I could really go for some roast chicken right about now.”

You smile at Harry, “Thanks for telling me.”

Harry nods and gives a half-hearted smile, “Thanks for listening.”

As you descend the staircase, chatting lightly and smiling easily, a sense of nostalgia overcomes you like a wave of warm sepia and it almost feels like old times without all the secrecy and nervous energy. It almost feels like, for a fleeting moment, it is just you and Harry and nothing between the two of you.

Almost.

***

After a delicious dinner and a scrumptious dessert, you and Hermione sit in front of the fireplace, Hermione in the armchair and you sitting crossed-leg on the floor. Your Quidditch World Cup article sits in your lap as your eyes scan the parchment, reading and re-reading.

“Is Luke okay?” Hermione suddenly asks, not even trying to clip the worry from her voice, “He wasn’t himself at dinner.”

You look up from your work, pushing your hair off your face, “He always gets like that around my dad,” you admit with a small shrug, pretending that it doesn’t bother you, “He just needs his space.”

Hermione nods, though there is an expression of worry creeping over her face and you study her, noting her features carefully. Before you can question her, Fred sidles up to the two of you, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Hey you two,” he greets, smirking wolfishly, “We’ve got a couple bottles of booze and absolutely no regrets. Wanna join us?”

“Please tell me this isn’t a giant orgy or something,” you retort and Hermione blushes furiously.

“Nah,” Fred shakes his head with a grin, “Though I’m open for persuasion.”

You snort and shake your head, smiling, “Only in my nightmares.”

Fred clutches his chest in mock hurt, “Aw, we could have been something special.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“And what exactly are we going to do?” Hermione asks, her brows raised expectantly. Fred straightens importantly.

“Get pissed.”

“She was only asking,” you quip and Fred rolls his eyes.

“Get sloshed. Buzzed. Wasted. Inebriated. Intoxicated,” he narrows his eyes pointedly at you, “Drunk. What else are you supposed to do with fire whiskey? Bathe in it? Because we’ve tried and it’s not…good.”

“But we’re underage?” Hermione says, eying Fred suspiciously.

“So?” Fred shrugs, “You’ve already broken the law by helping a wanted fugitive escape, not to mention several hundred school rules. What’s another stupid law?”

A pale pink blush tickles the apples of her cheeks and Hermione averts her gaze, “Right.”

“Come on guys,” Fred whines, imploring you with large, pleading eyes, “You’re always putting yourselves in constant danger. Why not relax for the night?”

“He’s got a point,” you shrug, turning to Hermione. She chews her bottom lip thoughtfully, giving Fred an appraising look. Finally, she glances at you and gives a small nod.

“Alright,” she says, lifting her chin slightly, more confidently, “but I’m filling my own glass. I don’t want you pouring me a drink.”

“Why? Don’t you trust us?” Fred asks, grinning wickedly.

“You don’t want me to answer that question.”

Fred shakes his head, forlornly, “All you young whipper-snappers going around and breaking an old man’s heart.”

“As (Y/N) said, ‘You’ll get over it.’”

You bark a laugh and high-five Hermione. Fred wipes an imaginary tear away and pouts exaggeratedly.

“We’re meeting at 11pm,” Fred leans in and lowers his voice to a not-so-quiet whisper, “That way, mum and dad will be asleep, and they won’t get suspicious.”

With a smirk and a wink, Fred whirls off and saunters out of the room. You watch him leave, nibbling your bottom lip, twirling and twisting your bracelet between your nimble fingers. Somehow, for some reason, you have a feeling that the night isn’t going to go as smoothly as Fred thinks.

***

At ten to eleven, you, Hermione and Ginny tip-toe out of her bedroom and make a slow start to the stairs.

The corridor looks odd like this; cloaked in darkness and completely void of sound or movement. The Burrow has always felt alive, pulsing with life as though it were a heart pumping blood through the veins of the house. Come night time, that heart seems to falter to a stop, leaving the house eerily quiet. You shiver.

“This is weird,” you whisper, “It’s so quiet. I feel like I’m walking through a graveyard.”

Ginny shudders, and in the pale light of your wand, you see her face contort into a scowl, “Thanks for the commentary. Now I feel paranoid in my own house.”

“It’s okay,” Hermione murmurs, softly, “Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley are here, too, don’t forget.”

“That makes me feel even better,” Ginny drawls, sardonically, “If a murderer doesn’t leap out and slaughter me where I stand, my mum will.”

“No one is going to kill anyone–”

A loud groan interrupts Hermione mid-speech and you all jump, spinning around to face the source of the noise. Clamping a hand over your mouth, you muffle your shriek as Hermione gasps and staggers backwards toward the railing and Ginny fumbles with her wand. It slips from between her fingers like a stick of butter and clatters on the ground. Heart racing, you raise your wand and heave a sigh of relief.

Harry and Ron both stare at the three of you, eyes wide, faces flushed and chests heaving. Harry bends down and grabs Ginny’s wand, handing it to her with a gentle smile. Ginny squeaks a breathless ‘Thank you,’ and darts back to your side. Ron gawks at you, his expression somewhere between bemusement and frustration.

“Bloody hell,” Ron curses under his breath, “It’s just us.”

“Well don’t sneak up on us!” you hiss, “You nearly scared us to death!”

“Sorry,” Harry mumbles, sheepishly, “Let’s just go before we get caught.”

You start toward the stairs and begin descending the creaking staircase.

Somehow, every step you make seems to amplify, ringing through the house like a blaring siren, as though the house is designed to alert Mr and Mrs Weasley that their children are sneaking out after curfew. Trying to balance on the tips of your toes, you slowly descend the never-ending staircase, contemplating whether it was such a good idea to leave the comfort of your bed in the first place.

“Luke seemed kind of off at dinner tonight,” Harry mutters leaning forward, “Is he…y’know?”

“He just hates my dad,” You whisper back, surprised that Harry noticed. You’re about to make a joke out of it but Hermione shushes you into silence from over her shoulder. As she turns back, though, she misses a step and stumbles forward.

“Hermione–!” Ron gasps from behind you and you listen for a loud thump, but it never comes. You direct your wand to the end of the staircase and find Hermione lying in someone’s arms.

“Oh, Luke,” Hermione murmurs, flustered, several shades of red rippling across her face, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he smiles softly at her and she straightens, brushing down her clothes and combing a finger through her hair.

You all reach the bottom of the staircase and playfully punch Luke in the shoulder, “Looks like she fell for you.”

To your surprise, Luke doesn’t respond to your terrible joke. He just scowls and shakes his head, moving toward the back door. You blink at him and follow.

“C’mon, really? Nothing?” you ask as he pushes the door open, “No ‘I thought you were better than corny puns?’”

“Let’s just get this over with,” Luke murmurs, stalking through the backyard and toward the tree house.

“Is he going to be okay?” Hermione asks beside you, watching him with concern in her eyes.

You chew your bottom lip nervously, “I–I don’t know…”

The tree house is actually a lot safer than it looks, which is oddly ironic since Fred and George give no consideration to safety whatsoever.

Thick planks of wood are nailed to a gap in the large tree as though they are sitting in its palm, branches stretching like fingers around it. There is a wooden railing that surrounds the platform, fairy lights intertwined around it. Alternative pop music plays on low, the sound prevented from leaving the treehouse by the silencing charm Fred had cast, containing it in a bubble of sorts. There are light bulbs, all different shapes and sizes, strung together and hanging from the branches overhead that act as a roof. Right in the centre of the ‘roof’ is a large hole that brags a beautiful view of the midnight sky, freckled with stars.

It’s actually kind of beautiful. Serene, almost.

You down the rest of the drink and raise your chin to the stars, lost in their beauty. You can almost feel the stardust raining down on you, sinking into your skin, filling you up with a beautiful, ethereal light, like there is an entire galaxy bursting to life inside of you. You’re not sure if it’s the fire whiskey humming in your veins or not but you feel like you could just step off the balcony of the treehouse and float away.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” a familiar voice says from beside you, and you turn to find George Weasley gazing up at the stars with you, an expression of awe painted across his face, “Do you know who else is beautiful?”

“Please, don’t finish that sentence and ruin this beautiful moment,” you murmur and George snorts.

“You don’t like hearing compliments about yourself?”

“I don’t like cheesy pickup lines.”

George shrugs, “That’s fair. Though I was going to say that I was beautiful but never mind.”

You chortle, shaking your head and grinning broadly at him. He echoes it, lips curving into a grin you may never get tired of seeing, “You really know how to cheer a girl up, don’t you?”

“Only the ones I like,” George smiles softly, softer than anything you’ve ever seen him wear.

“Well, I’m grateful anyhow.”

George drapes an arm over your shoulders and pulls you to his side protectively, provoking a laugh to burst boisterously from your lips.

“So, are you and Cedric…?”

You flush, cheeks burning, “I–I don’t really know…”

“Well, just so you know, he talks about you a lot,” George says, “Our friend, Juniper Cross. You know Juniper?” You nod, recalling the beautiful Hufflepuff in George’s year, “Anyway, she says he talks about you like you ‘put the stars in the sky.’ His words, not mine.”

An odd, sort of airy feeling circles around you and floods you like helium, lighter than air, ascending the five layers of the atmospheres and disappearing into the universe.

The moment is broken by Fred, who yanks another bottle of fire whiskey from a crate and holds it over his head.

“Who’s up for a game of ‘Never have I Ever?”

“What’s that?” Hermione asks and Fred blinks at her.

“You’ve never played ‘Never Have I Ever?’” George asks, bewildered, “Hermione, what have you been doing with your life?”

“Never Have I Ever is a classic drinking game,” Luke says, sitting beside Hermione, “Basically, you have to say something that you’ve never done and everyone who has done said thing has to drink. For instance, if I say ‘Never have I ever… snogged a girl from France’–”

“–We would call you a liar,” Fred interjects, and Luke rolls his eyes.

“–Everyone who has snogged a girl from France would have to take a drink.”

“And we would call them liars,” George sniggers and you snort, bumping his fist with your own.

“The person with the most alcohol left in their glass wins,” Luke continues, ignoring the snickering Weasley twins.

“And if you say a ‘Never have I ever’ and no one else has done it either, you have to drink from everyone’s glass,” Fred smirks deviously, and Hermione raises her brows, her fingers finding the hem of her sleeves.

Luke studies her with benevolent eyes, his past frustration melting off his shoulders like ice in the early spring, “If you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to play.”

A gentle shade of soft pink flourishes on the apples of Hermione’s cheeks and her lips quirk into an awkward smile, “No, it’s okay. I’ll play.”

“Are you sure? We’re all friends here, and we want you to be comfortable,” Luke smiles, reassuringly.

Hermione nods, and George claps a brotherly hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Ever the gentleman. If I wasn’t in an exclusive relationship with myself, I would totally date you, man. Like, put out and everything.”

Luke just gives a half-hearted smile and a modest shrug. He looks like such a different person to the Luke you saw earlier that day, seething threats at his own father and brewing in a venomous mood. Even when you met him in the kitchen earlier that night, Luke had seemed guarded and brooding and nothing like the sweet, considerate and boyishly charming man he is with Hermione.

You all sit crossed-leg on the ground in a circle and, with a looming sense of doom, you find yourself sitting between Fred and George, an unsavoury position for anyone to be in. Before you can escape to the other side of the circle, Fred and George begin filling up several glasses and hand them around the group. Fred pauses in front of Ginny, sculling her fire whiskey with a wince and filling her glass with chocolate milk. Ginny folds her arms across her chest, glaring dangerously at her brother.

“No alcohol for anyone under 14,” Fred says, wagging a finger at Ginny, “It rots your brain.”

“Good thing you don’t have one, then,” Ginny grumbles, rolling her eyes and snatching the glass of milk out of her brothers’ hand. Once everyone has their glass, the game begins. Unsurprisingly, George volunteers to go first.

“Never have I ever…met a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon called ‘Norbert’, tried to smuggle Norbert out of Hogwarts but got caught in the process and consequently lost Gryffindor one hundred points,” he says before adding, “Oh, and got sent to detention, too.”

You, Hermione, and Harry exchange guilty glances and take a swig of your drinks. The fiery liquid surges down your throat like molten lava and pools delightfully in your lower belly, the alcohol crackling in your veins.

“Technically, I wasn’t there when they tried to smuggle Norbert out,” Ron argues, raising his arm to reveal the thin scar knitted into his skin, “Norbert bit me, so I was in the Hospital wing.”

“You still met him,” George points out and Ron’s confident expression falls, grumbling as he takes a sip from his cup.

“Alright, Harry, you’re up next,” Fred grins, pointing at Harry with his glass.

Harry’s brows furrow as he thinks, the tip of his tongue poking out between the soft cushions of his lips. Once again, Harry seems so…relaxed. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, or the company, or both, but it’s a relief to see him so unguarded and it shows in how easily he’s smiling, how warm and inviting his gaze is. And when he catches your eye, his lips quirk up into a small smile and it feels…nostalgic.

It feels like it used to.

“Never have I ever…been kicked out of a bar?”

Fred and George groan in unison and take a swig of their drinks. To everyone’s surprise, Ginny does, too. While the rest of the group gapes at Ginny, their jaws slack and eyes wide in disbelief, Ginny gives a nonchalant shrug, her eyes glistening in the low light as she recalls the moment.

“I may or may not have hexed a certain, misogynistic Ravenclaw who was getting on my nerves,” she gives a sharp, cat-like smirk, resembling her rebellious, older brothers “I don’t regret anything.”

Fred and George pretend to sob tears of pride as they slap Ginny on the back, “Look at how far our precious, little sister has come. We taught you well.”

The game moves around the circle, jokes and laughter thick in the summer air as your drinks slowly begin to dwindle.

When it finally reaches Fred, he flashes a scheming grin, and he raises a confident brow, “Never have I ever…had a crush on Cedric Diggory…”

Everyone narrows their eyes on you expectantly. You sigh, rolling your eyes as Fred sniggers devilishly.

“Fuck you, Fred!” you snip, throwing the rest of your drink back. Your head spins in languid circles as try not to splutter, and in the warm ambience of the room, your eyes find Harry’s; gazes colliding for a long, lingering moment. Harry doesn’t shy away, in fact, he’s the boldest you’ve seen him since the World Cup, and something hooks around your lower belly, yanking it up into your throat.

“Okay, (Y/N), your turn,” Fred juts his chin at your glass and eyes you hopefully. You heave a sigh.

“Alright. Um…” you pause thoughtfully, and then your lips pull into a grin when you catch Ginny’s eyes, “Never have I ever…had a crush on someone in this room.”

Fred and George stare at Ginny and she sighs, taking a swig of her chocolate milk. She pokes her tongue out at you playfully and you give her an apologetic look. She shrugs nonchalantly, though she doesn’t seem entirely bothered. Strange, you think, she must be getting over Harry. You never really anticipated that.

You never anticipated Hermione and Harry taking a nervous sip from their drinks, either.

“Woah,” George says, eyes flitting between the two of them, “What’s going on here?”

They seem hesitant in their answer, weighing their options, gauging each other for a response like they’re dancing tentatively around the subject. You and Ron exchange a surprised look, the tips of Ron’s ears an odd shade of red. Something tight and nasty coils inside of you like a sleeping snake.

Hermione and Harry exchange a look, and Harry shrugs “Nothing. We’re just answering the question.”

You blink at Harry, then at Hermione. They seem to be avoiding your gaze, eyes darting around the room like they’re trying to pull excuses from the air around them. Is that what all the secrecy is about? Are they…?

“So you both have had a crush on someone in this room?”

“Er…” Harry flicks a glance at Hermione and then sweeps his gaze to you before hastily averting your gawking stare, “…yes? Why?”

“Huh,” Fred shrugs, “No reason.”

Hermione frowns, “What? It’s not like we like each other.”

“Whatever you say, Hermione.”

Hermione’s mouth twists into a thin frown and Harry furrows his brows at Fred’s blatant, off-handed remark. Tension has steeled his spine like an iron rod and he fidgets uncomfortably, his nervous mannerisms unspooling as time seems to drag by. The sepia-stained nostalgia that you had so willingly embraced begins to crumble the more he glances between Hermione and Ron, and the needlepoint sting of hurt pricks the inside of your wrist.

“Um, I think it’s your turn, George,” Ron says, quickly, nervously glancing at Harry. Does Ron know something–?

George nods importantly and continues the game, but you’re still rooted in time. As everyone else takes their turn, your eyes continue to stray to Harry, studying, observing, realising, that this is so much more than his scar. His cheeks are rosy, flushed pink from the alcohol and embarrassment, his eyes a startling shade of green against the sun-kissed skin of his face and the electric shock of dishevelled, black hair and as you study him, your head begins to spin.

You take a long swig of your drink, gulping back your anxiety, wishing that you had trusted your gut in the first place.

***

Somehow, you make it back to your room without making a complete fool of yourself.

Hermione’s avoided you for most of the night, though you can tell that she’s nervous by the way she chews her bottom lip; it’s red and raw, the moon-crescent bite marks curved into the delicate skin of her lower lip. You want to talk to her, to ask about the secrecy, but your head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton and your eyes are like heavy golf balls stuck into your skull and you really just want to sleep–

You pull your camisole over the top of your head and rip your bra off, an envelope falling out from its grasp.

“Oh,” you say, to no one in particular, “My letter.”

Between the visit from your dad and the Weasley’s drinking game, you had completely forgotten about it. Bending down, you scoop it off the ground and study the envelope. Your name and address are writing in elegant curlicue cursive to the point where it’s nearly unreadable. You squint, following the loops and curls, and turn the envelope over. No return address. Odd. You open it anyway, unfold the letter…

And gasp.

It doesn’t make sense.

Your stomach is twisted into a tight, thick knot, heavy in your abdomen, weighing like an anchor plummeting to the ocean floor. Ice gushes through the deltas of your veins as though it were blood pulsing through the arteries of a cold-blooded monster, freezing your spine, paralysing you.

You can’t tear your eyes away.

You stare down at a photo of you and Cedric at the World Cup, stained in shades of black and grey, frozen in time, smiles fixed onto your faces. And it would have been a beautiful photo, it really had, if it weren’t for the blood-red insignia scarring the back of the photo; a snake eating itself, circling around what looks like a cross between a Scarab and a skull moth.

And, beneath it, eight words strung together, bleeding into the paper like a wound.

Mus uni non habeat fiduciam autem serpens esuriit

A mouse does not trust a hungry snake

Suddenly, you wish you were drunk again.

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Anonymous said: Would love to see a modern Fergus introducing Marsali to his parents for the first time

Read other fics in this Fergus/Marsali Modern AU here.

Fersali: Milk and Coffee

by @ianmuyrray

“Fuck!” Marsali cursed loudly. She slammed on her brakes, narrowly avoiding rear-ending the vehicle in front of her. Surprised as her car jerked to a stop, she squeezed the paper mug of her latte, popping off the lid and sending its hot contents flying. She swore again, hissing at the burning sensation spreading over her leg and sped away, glaring at how the hot drink had ruined her nice pair of jeans.

She had been casually cruising along, no cars around for miles. Until this asshole - she wanted to yell after whoever it was - decided to screech to a halt and make a last-minute turn.

She’d already been in a hurry - now she was definitely going to be late. Tonight she was meeting Fergus’ parents, and she was desperate to make a good impression, so she had worn her nicest pair of jeans. But today had been exceptionally bad - she had woken late for work, her hair wouldn’t stay flat, she had to miss her lunchtime workout because a meeting ran over - and now, now, she thought, grimacing, the only clean trousers she had were the gym clothes she had hastily tossed in her car this morning. Gym clothes to meet the parents. Great.

Cursing, she pulled into the gas station at the next corner.

The gas station was nestled in a rural bend in the highlands, and she wasn’t far from Fergus’ childhood home. The building was a little run down, covered with chipped white paint and displaying a sun-faded sign, but it was surprisingly busy despite its remote location. It must be the only place around for miles.

She began to pull into a spot just as a middle-aged man was getting out of a truck; she braked quickly to avoid hitting him and waved apologetically that he should go first. Maybe she had been pulling into the spot kind of quickly. Unshaken, he nodded at her and waved back, zipping up his green jacket as he walked inside.

Once parked, she pulled out her phone, shooting off a quick text to Fergus.

Spilled coffee all over myself and have to change 🙄Will be late to dinner. Sorry…

❤️ce n’est pas un problème ❤️we will wait for you

The bell jingled as the door closed behind her, and she was greeted by brown tile floors and cluttered retail shelves lit by fluorescent lighting. She stalked gingerly to the bathroom, her gym bag over her shoulder.

She had to make a good impression. Fergus loved his parents more than anything in the world, and Marsali wanted to be worthy of the Frasers’ approval.

Adopted at the age of five, Fergus had come into the Fraser family largely by accident. After a couple years in France and difficulty conceiving, his parents had gone to an adoption agency. They never said they had intended to adopt an infant - but one night, in the dark, their fingers intertwined, Fergus shared his anxieties about it with Marsali. He had felt the insecurity most as a young boy, but it continued to haunt him as an adult; it haunted him especially when he unfairly compared himself to his sister, Brianna, who was their biological child. He wondered, was he enough, adopted as a child instead of as a baby? Adopted, when they ended up pregnant a few years later anyway? Had they settled for him?

But from what he told her of his parents, she knew the regret Fergus feared they felt was born of his own anxiety. He shared little of his personal life with his family, and she had gleaned it was because he didn’t want them to think him a failure. Although Fergus might be a little bit of a mess, Marsali thought with a loving smile, he had grown up within a supportive, stable home, and nothing he could do would shake the Frasers’ support of their eldest son. The Frasers loved Fergus unconditionally, unquestionably, more fiercely than Marsali thought even her own mother loved her. She envied Fergus, and for her own selfish reasons, she longed to be liked by them.

His Da - that was the person she longed to impress the most. Fergus spoke of Mr. Fraser with a tone nearing worship, sharing with Marsali that all he wanted in the world was to be even half the man Jamie Fraser was. He loved and respected his father more than anything in the world.

Hastily, she changed out of her jeans, cursing herself for having screwed up so badly. She dabbed at her damp thighs with paper towel, trying to wipe away the stickiness of sugar left by the latte.

Her sweater had miraculously avoided the coffee catastrophe. And it didn’t look so bad over the athletic wear, she thought, looking in the mirror. With the boots, the ensemble might seem planned. But still. Her ruined jeans! She wriggled awkwardly in the gym wear, plucking here, straightening there, twisting back and forth in the mirror, hoping that she’d feel less ridiculous with each touch or glance. Nope. She began to feel worse.

She sent a photo of herself in the mirror to Fergus, along with a quick text.

Does this make me look ridiculous? My jeans were ruined.

She counted under her breath as she waited for Fergus’ reply.

🔥🔥🔥 hurry up and get over here

She laughed, beginning to type something back when another message popped up:

Can you grab milk? Da isn’t back yet and left his phone behind.

“Oh.”

She sent back: I’m going to be sooooo late

Mam is keeping dinner warm and I wont let Bree eat til you arrive. miss you see you soon 😘

She snorted and tucked her phone into her waistband, straightening her sweater over it. Fergus had said dinner would be casual, that she shouldn’t worry too much about what she wore. Athletic wear was certainly casual, wasn’t it? She sighed at her bad luck and exited the bathroom.

Shit, Fergus hadn’t said what kind of milk they need, she realized as she paused at the refrigerator. Skim? Whole? 2%? A gallon? Half gallon? She frowned, quickly scanning the options through the glass doors, trying to decide. Nervous about selecting the wrong kind, nervous about her terrible outfit and late arrival, she grabbed her phone again to call Fergus when she heard a voice.

“Pardon.”

It was the man she had nearly run over in the parking lot, now with a small basket of groceries on his arm. She let out an involuntary squeak and let him by. He was broad shouldered, red-haired, blue-eyed, and very tall; standing next to him made Marsali feel miniature. He seemed so large, Marsali thought, no wonder her car hadn’t spooked him.

He paused and eyed her a moment, taking in the gym bag slung across her shoulder. The latte-soaked jeans over her arm. The hurried look about her. The phone in her hand lit to Fergus’ contact page.

“Ye look like ye’ve had a hell of a day, lass.” He grinned.

“Aye,” Marsali said, confused by his attention, “it’s been a day.” She smiled awkwardly until he walked over to the cashier, then she muttered to the milk, “Not that it’s any of yer business.”

In line, she glanced at her watch and sighed. She was late, she was so, so, late. Looking over the man from before, she figured that since he had seemed nice earlier, maybe he would let her cut him in line. She only had one milk jug to purchase, after all, and he had a basketful.

“Um, sir? Sorry,” she spoke to his back.

He turned and raised his eyebrows at her, expectantly.

“Would ye mind if I went ahead of ye? I - I have an important dinner to get to, ye ken, and I’m already late, and, as ye so kindly pointed out, I’ve had a terrible day,” she rambled, “I have to make a good impression, it’s my boyfriend’s parents, ye see, and I need them to like me--”

With an amused look on his face, the man moved out of the way, offering her his place in line. “Aye, lass, say no more. Go on ahead.”

Back in her car, winding through the countryside, she blew out a breath. She had only seen her reflection once since she changed, her nice sweater paired with athletic wear, and she felt herself sink into her seat. It had been so important to her that she made a good first impression; she had spent a week trying to figure out what outfit would make her more impressive. But none of it mattered. She screwed up. Now she looked ridiculous.

When she thought of her own parents, her selfish mother and her absent father, she thought of a childhood lost. She thought of herself as incomplete, somehow tainted by a family that never was a family. And so, she had decided, when she walked up to that house, when she met Jamie and Claire for the first time, she wanted perfection. She wanted to be worthy. Not just for Fergus, but for herself. And when she looked over at her stained jeans, piled upon the passenger seat, she felt unworthy.

Her heart skipped a beat as she parked outside the expansive brick home. A three-story manor of harled white stone, its entry marked by double doors, its windows outlined with natural grey stone; it was topped with a high slate roof and multiple chimneys. Land sloped gracefully around it, a mesh of trees in the distance. To the side of the house was a large, abundant garden and hen coop. Just beyond she could see a round tower, crumbling in its age, its arrow slits apparent.

Marsali went to walk up to the front door but froze when she heard a man’s voice.

He had just parked, was out of his car. “I figured ye’d beat me here after taking off like that.”

Marsali turned and saw him. The man from the store. Her eyes went wide.

“Oh,” she stammered, trying not to give away her embarrassment, “H-Hi …Mr. Fraser?”

He shook his head with a laugh. “Call me Jamie. We’re excited to have ye here, Marsali,” he said warmly, “Fergus has told us a lot about ye.”

“All good things, I hope?” She clutched the bag with the milk as he came towards her.

Jamie laughed again and shifted the groceries out of his hand to extend it to her in welcome. “He willna shut up about ye since he told us about ye,” he teased.

Marsali smiled awkwardly. “Well, that’s good, I suppose. I’m very sorry about my appearance.” She grimaced.

“Dinna fash, all that matters is ye made it. Now let’s head in, get that dinner warmed up.” He nudged her with his elbow and walked towards the door.

Marsali grinned, feeling a little more relaxed, more at home. “That would be great.”

#otheroutlandertales #outlander fanfiction #mod muy #pair: fergus x marsali #ch: marsali #ch: fergus #ch: jamie #modern au #category: mf #fersali #oot #*

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