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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 11

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January 16th 2021 - Pensacola ,FL

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Airielle let out a sigh and tilted her head to the side, giving Josh better access to her neck as he dragged his lips from her mouth to her neck. “Josh, the movie.” She whispers, closing her eyes in pleasure as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

“Fuck the movie.” He whispered back, pulling her completely on his lap, so she was straddling him and sliding his hands down the back of  her tights, gripping her ass. 

“But-”

“Shh.”  He cut her off as he captured her lips with his, kissing her passionately. Airielle’s eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, she should’ve known they weren’t going to watch the movie.

 The second he stepped into her apartment he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. She had wanted a romantic date night but Josh had other plans. He had stepped into her apartment and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, only setting her down when she pinched his but and yelled out that she made them dinner. 

She thought his horny ass would’ve calmed down during dinner, but she was wrong. As she pushed him into the chair at her dining room table, he slapped her ass as she went to the kitchen to grab his plate and hers. After she placed his plate in front of him and as she went to sit down in her own chair across from him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit in his lap. She wasn’t going to lie though, it was pretty cute how they were feeding each other, even though he would purposefully drop the mashed potatoes on her exposed skin just so he could clean it up with his tongue. 

They both groaned as she grinded her hips against him, his tiny ass shorts doing nothing to conceal his arousal. He had just pulled her shirt over her head and was working on removing her bra when the front door to her apartment opened. 

“You know, you have your own room to do shit like this right.” Josh groaned and handed Airielle back her shirt as Joe and Yasmine made their way inside of the apartment. Airielle rolled her eyes at the smirk on Yas’s face and climbed off of Josh’s lap. 

“Aight, that's it.” Josh grumbled as he snatched his phone off the couch cushion next to him. Airielle peeked over to see what he was doing and chuckled when she saw that he was on the Zillow app. 

“What are you doing?” She asked as Joe and Yasmine came and sat down on the other side of the L-shaped couch. 

“Looking up apartments.” He said, flipping Joe off when he laughed. 

“Someone’s got blue balls.” Josh picked up the nearest couch pillow and chucked it at Joe only for him to catch it and throw it back, hitting Josh square in the face making Airielle and Yasmine burst into laughter. 

January 22nd 2021 - Tropicana Field

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Airielle sat in catering by herself watching Smackdown on a nearby monitor. Josh was in Atlanta dealing with his custody case and Joe was starting the show so she was all alone. 

“Hey, you want some company?” Airielle looked up at… she couldn’t remember his name, but she shrugged and nodded anyway. “You remember me right?” He asked and laughed when she shook her head ‘no’ “Damn should I be offended?” She laughed this time. 

“No. I’m just sorta bad with names.” He nodded. 

“Raymond.” She snapped her finger and nodded her head. 

“Right! Raymond. Sorry for not remembering.” He shrugged as he ate some of his pasta. 

“You good.” They lulled into a comfortable silence while Raymond ate some more of his food before he started to speak again. “You be doing ya’ thing on Talking Smack. I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave you your own show on Youtube or something.” 

Airielle smiled at the complement. She was happy that people were noticing her hard work. 

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”  The table was silent again as Airielle looked down at her phone when it pinged with a notification. Raymond watched as her face lit up as she replied to whoever texted her.  He had heard that she and Josh were an item but he didn’t like to listen to gossip or rumors. He needed to hear for himself. 

“So this might be too forward, but um- can I take you out on a date.” Airielle looked up from her phone and sent him a soft smile. 

“I’m sorry but I’m kinda seeing someone.” She said before standing up from the table. “I have to go but it was nice talking to you.” She waved before walking off. 

“So how did it go?” Airielle had walked out back to Joe’s bus when Josh had called her. She heard Josh let out a sigh on the other end of the phone, and bit her lip hoping it wasn’t bad news. 

“It ain’t looking good for ya boy.” He tried to joke but Airielle could hear the emotion in his voice. 

“Josh..” She trailed off

“You know how it is Airi. Tracy got in there and started bringing up old shit from before we even had our first son, my DUI’s and shit then the judge kept bringing up how I don’t have a permanent address for the boys to visit to.” He sighed again “I just want to be with my boys and she’s doing everything in her power to keep them away from me. She won’t even tell me where they moved to. Like how fucked up is that.”  

“I’m sorry Josh.” Airielle felt bad. She knew how much he loved his sons and how much they loved Josh in return, she remembered how emotional it was the last time the boys facetimed him before their mom changed their number and blocked Josh’s contact from their phones. “Everything’s gonna work out okay, we’re gonna go see that apartment tomorrow and hopefully before the next court date you’ll be moved in and your boys can come spend time with you.” 

Josh nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah, hopefully everything goes smoothly with me getting this place cause I need to see my boys.” She awed but she should’ve kept it to herself because the next thing he said made her hang up on him. “yeah , i’m tryna get in them guts too.” Airielle laughed loudly and rolled her eyes before telling him she would call him once the show was over. 

Sorry this took so long 🫠 But we have a little back story between Josh and his ex-wife.

And if you remember the first version of this story you know how big of a pain in the ass Raymond was... lol

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Adorable - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing, slice of life, Bakugou kinda ooc but still lovable

Summary: Honestly it’s just some scenarios of Bakugou and Y/N being an adorable couple. It’s also just some moments in their lives as a couple

“Annnddd....done!” You squealed as you got your setup ready. You were currently setting up a cupcake tower on a table after you spent days baking. UA needed some funds so they set up a little event to raise money. Students could either participate in raising money or giving money and Y/N chose to do a little cupcake sale to help out. What a sweetheart.

“It looks amazing Y/N,” Mina said as she tried to grab a cupcake. You smacked her hand away before she snatched one. “Ow!”

“Those aren’t free Mina, they’re important too.” You explained as you picked up a stack of flyers to pass out.

“I know they’re important! They’re gonna save my life! I didn’t get to eat breakfast and I’m starvingggg.” You laughed at your best friend before you took a few steps away from your table to pass out the papers.

“Well unless you pay for it, you can’t have it. Besides, I put a lot of work into them. I spent a week in the kitchen and I just spent 4 hours setting up the table. Cant let them go to waste and just give ‘em for free.” you said as you gave away the flyers.

What you didn’t realize was that behind you at your table, Bakugou and Kirishima had stumbled upon your cupcake table and silently went in to grab one. Unfortunately, they weren’t the most graceful and tipped over your entire setup. They looked at each other in shock and quickly scrambled to fix their mistake as you were distracted. The boys picked up the table and quickly went to gather the cakes.

“I put a lot of time into them. There’s sugar free, dairy free-“

“Do you have any that are just free free? I’m really hungry.” Mina whined and you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a cupcake if you help me with the sale. You can make sure the table stays neat and tidy!” you bargained to which Mina agreed. However, as you said that, Bakugou had tipped the table again after he bumped into it while picking up cupcakes and Kirishima gave him a look that screamed ‘duuudeee seriously?!’ As he was on his knees picking up the sweets.

“Hey, maybe we can get Bakugou and Kirishima to help us too!” Mina offered.

“Ehh, I don’t know. They’d probably just want to eat everything,” you warned as you hung up one flyer.

“I doubt they’d put food in their mouths if it meant helping the school.” She tried to defend them but behind your backs, the boys panicked when they didn’t know what to do and just stuffed the cakes in their mouths. They left evidence all over their hands and face.

“Well, let’s get this bake sale started!” You said and when you both turned around to face your table, you saw it on the ground along with a few cupcakes. The rest of them were in the hands and mouths of Kirishima and Bakugou as you both watched them continue to chow down on the desserts. Once they noticed you guys staring they froze, dropped the cupcakes, pointed towards each other, and spoke with full mouths at the same time.

“.....he did it.” They both said with frosting and cake all in their hands, mouths, and faces.

—

Here’s the situation. Y/N has been directed to keep a low profile due to her being targeted by a few villains. She wasn’t down for that especially since her and Bakugou were a duo. She knew Bakugou could handle himself but it made her feel better knowing they were both looking out for each other on the field. And so, to keep fighting by his side, she went under an Alias hero name, Blaze, and gave herself a new look for the time being. She wore a very subtle and natural wig, different makeup, and wore a bandana mask that covered half her face.

Bakugou of course knew who she was, along with the rest of the former students in 1-A, but they went along with it so that Y/N can continue to fight. Unfortunately, “Blaze,” grew popular as people began to notice Bakugou’s “new” hero partner and eventually, the duo got an interview that wanted an inside scoop on all things Blaze. So here we are at that interview.

“You know Dynamight, I think I like this new partner better than H/N,” the interviewer said. Bakugou and the rest of 1-A grew a shocked and fearful look on their faces once those words left the poor man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Y/N aka Blaze said.

“Well, Blaze, I think you just have this special something that H/N never had. And, I think you’re more talented than her.” Ironic since the man is speaking to the same girl just with a different name. Once he said that though, the former students all grew shocked faces that were the embodiment of “😧😯” as they awaited for Y/N’s reply.

“Heh...what?” Y/N laughed trying to play it off and not be detected, “H/N is brilliant. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Y/N said with a slight smile but 100% attitude. Bakugou looked at his girlfriend with hesistant eyes as he was worried she would kill the man.

“I think I do,” the man started, “see, you just bring this fresh new look for Dynamight that H/N never brought.”

Bakugou was pissed this man was talking about his Y/N like that but he was in the eye of the public and had to keep a cool cover and so he quickly jumped to try and save this interviewer from Y/N’s wrath.

“H/N was also fresh! Heh..some might even say that H/N and Blaze have the same amount of ..fre-freshness.” Bakugou tried to counter but the man kept going.

“Well in my opinion, Y/N L/N wasnt an impactful or important part of your success at all. She was overrated.” And Bakugou’s face grew worried and shocked as his head snapped towards Y/N to gaze her reaction.

“Huh! What do you know?! You don’t fight villains or save lives!” Y/N aka Blaze said as she stood from her seat and walked towards the man. “You just sit there with your over-gelled, swoopy hair as you read and ask stupid questions off of stupid cards!” She said and took the cards out of his hands and threw them at the man.

Bakugou was quick to stand and try to take the attention away from the scene. “Hey uh..my-my team will be coming out with new Dynamight merch so stay tuned for that!..heh...”

“And another thing,” Y/N said as her intense stare never left the interviewer’s. “H/N has worked too hard to be treated with such disrespect! Am I right everyone?!” She asked the crowd in the audience as they all cheered in agreement.

“See this is what I’m talking about!” The man said as he stood up with you and Katsuki. “This is that exact fire that Y/N lacks!”

“Oh I’ll show you fire!” You said as you went to jump the man but before you got a chance Bakugou was quick to grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He turned to the man and apologized and created a casual conversation as you hung from his shoulders, fist-pumping with the crowd as they cheered on your alias name.

“Goodnight everyone!” Bakugou screamed as he ran off with you and out of the building. He took you home and you both had to take a breather from the insane night.

—

“Baby?” Bakugou screamed into your dorm room as he couldn’t find you. He just got back from a training session in the forest with Aizawa and had been looking for you all day. He just wants to see his teddy bear.

“Baby?” Checked the common rooms..nothing.

“Babyyy?” Checked the kitchens...nope.

“Y/N?” Checked the school..not here either.

“Teddy Bear?” Checked the gym..you already know. Bakugou got tired and went to the rooftop.

“TEDDY BEAARRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed to the world. He still got nothing but then he heard feet running up the stairs and the door bust open. He turned in hopes of it being his loving girlfriend but instead he saw his 4 friends.

“BAKUGOU! SHUT UP!” They all screamed at him.

“Oh shut up idiots! I’m trying to find my girlfriend here!” Bakugou said and as he was getting ready to yell again, the Bakusquad shut him up and dragged him to his dorm room.

“Did you check there?!” Mina asked and she and the rest of the squad walked away. Bakugou walked in and saw you peacefully sleeping in his bed and out of nowhere his annoyed thoughts all left him as he smiled at your slumbering state. He took off his bags and shoes as he jumped into bed with you and smothered your face in quick kisses.

You finally woke up to the ticklish feeling of your loving boyfriend and giggled as he assaulted you with his love. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“I’ve been looking for you Princess,” Bakugou said as his lips were on your cheek. His face was smooshed into yours as he inhaled your sweet scent. He loved it here.

“You need something, love?” You asked as you turned to face him. You watched as Bakugou just nodded his head and poked his lips out. Yes. Bakugou Katsuki did all that searching and yelling for a single peck on the lips from you. It was all he craved for and he was gonna get it. You smiled as you rolled your eyes and gave in. The sweet peck was enough to make Bakugou combust as he sighed in satisfaction and flopped onto his bed, bringing you down with you him.

“Thank you!” He said with shut eyes and a contempt smile.

“Sure babe, anytime,” you said as you cuddled into him and drifted back off to sleep. Katsuki following you, dreaming about giving you even more kisses.

—

Y/N had been meditating. Due to her quirk, it was good that she’d get some R&R during these peaceful and quiet states. Until her boyfriend walked in. Bakugou Katsuki, who is very much the opposite of peaceful and quiet.

“Baby?” He asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He said with a pretty chirpy attitude and a small smile.

“Go away,” you smiled sweetly at him for a second before turning back around.

“THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

—

A/N: idk I thought this was cute :/

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Duplicity | I

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: slight profanity, cheating

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, father! au, husband! au

m a s t e r l i s t

You were filled with pride as you and your husband Taehyung applauded for your kids after their school choir concert was over. Your five year old daughter Soomi and her twin brother Jaemin had been working so hard practicing every day for their choir concert and tonight they did awesome and you felt very proud as a mom and so did Taehyung. Your beautiful kids ran up to you and you both had carried them and engulfed them in a big hug.

“We’re so proud of you! Both of you were amazing!” you congratulated.

“Yeah, you both are even better at singing than me,” Taehyung added and the kids giggled.

“Can we go out for pizza?” your Soomi asked, looking up at you with her big puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, can we?” Jaemin added. You looked at Taehyung and he was also smiling widely, waiting for you to approve so he could get to eat pizza. Sometimes it felt like he was one of your kids instead of your husband.

“Okay fine, you kids earned it,” you gave in.

“YAY!!!” the three of them shouted in unison. You laughed at their cuteness. Before stepping into the car, Taehyung held open the door for you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, babe,” he said while still smiling widely.

The rest of the time was spent with the four of you having fun together as a family. You loved your husband so much and your kids just as much if not more. You loved your family and couldn’t have asked for a better one. You were completely satisfied with your life.

Later that night you were brushing your teeth after tucking your kids into bed and felt your husband hug you from behind.

“Tae, what are you doing? Let me brush.”

“But you’re so warm,” he said, his eyes still closed. You smiled and rested your head on his before continuing to brush. When you finished, Taehyung lifted you and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Ahh, Taehyung! I swear if you drop me, I’ll drop you off a cliff.” Taehyung laughed.

“Don’t worry. You have a muscular husband,” he said cockily. 

“Muscular my ass,” you muttered under your breath. But he still heard you and threw you on the bed.

“What did you say?” He started tickling the life out of you while you kept screaming at him to stop. “Shh, you’ll wake the kids up.” You gave him a deadpan look.

“Fuck you.” Taehyung giggled and brought you into a cuddling position. 

“I’m so tired, princess.”

“Yeah, me too. Being your wife is tiring,” you joked.

“Do you want me to start tickling you again?”

“No sorry sir.” You both burst into laughter. “Okay but seriously let’s sleep.” You turned around gave Taehyung a kiss. As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Taehyung whisper something into your ear.

“I love you so much, Princess.” 

“Yeah and then I drew a picture of a dinosaur and painted it purple but Jaemin said that dinosaurs weren’t purple so then…” your daughter rambled as you were walking both your kids home from school the next day. You had reached your apartment and the second you opened the door, your kids ran in, threw their backpacks to the ground, and ran to the kitchen to look for a snack. They’re just like me. You saw Taehyung’s keys on the counter. Taehyung’s here? That’s strange. He told me he had work today. You walked to your room to go change into some comfy clothes, but before you could open the door, you heard some noises coming from your bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear grunts and moans and a woman’s voice moaning Taehyung’s name. No, no, no this isn’t happening. You cracked open the door a couple inches you you could get a glimpse of what was going on and you saw Taehyung, your husband, fucking someone from work. Your heart felt like it stopped beating. You quietly closed the door and put on a happy face and went to the kitchen. 

“Kids, I’m going to drop you off at Jisoo’s house, okay?” you told them.

“Yay, I haven’t seen her in so long,” Jaemin declared, making you relieved that they weren’t asking any questions. Your friend Jisoo was very good with kids and Soomi and Jaemin were very fond of her. You quickly gave your best friend, Jisoo a call asking them if you could drop the kids over for some time. After she agreed and asked why, you told her you would explain everything later.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Jisoo greeted cheerfully after letting the three of you in her apartment. 

“There was quite a bit of traffic. Jisoo, do you mind putting on a movie for the kids so we can talk in private?”

“Sure,” Jisoo said nervously. She was put off by your serious face and tone and was worried something terrible had happened. 

After the kids had been set up with a movie and some snacks in the living room, you and Jisoo sat down in the bedroom and closed the door behind you.

“I’m a little worried, what’s going —” 

“Taehyung is having an affair,” you blurted out. Jisoo gasped and covered her mouth, unsure of what to say next. Just then you burst out into tears, trying to keep it as quiet as possible so the kids wouldn’t hear. Jisoo wrapped her arms around you and rested her head on your shoulder until you stopped crying. “I just don’t know what to do. Should I confront him? Should I ignore it? Should I divorce him? And what about the kids? What if this gets leaked to the media?” Jisoo nodded let out a big understanding sigh.

“This is an incredibly tricky situation. You really have to weigh your options carefully.”

“I can’t believe he would do this. I mean, we had the perfect relationship. I know he’s always been in love with me. How can someone so expertly fake the strong emotions he did?” 

“I think you need to take some time to relax and cool down,” Jisoo said softly while petting your hair, “After that, you’ll be able to make a rational decision. Don’t worry about Soomi and Jaemin. I’ll take care of them until you’re ready.” You were so grateful for Jisoo. Friends like this are hard to come by. You replied with a measly thank you before passing out into a deep sleep. All that crying must have tired you out.

~

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You grabbed your phone and checked the caller ID. Taehyung. You gulped. Should I answer it? You decided against your better judgement and took the call.

“Hey, babe, where are you? Didn’t you go to pick up the kids?” You saw the time on your phone. It had been a little over two hours since the kids’ school ended and only now he noticed that you three hadn’t arrived yet. Duh. He has clearly been busy with something else. 

“I did,” you tried to respond, sounding as stable as you could. Taehyung was put off by the bluntness of your voice.

“O-ok...Where are you guys now?”

“I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.” You hung up the phone and went to look for Jisoo, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner with the children, who were helping her. “Hey, Jisoo, I’m going to meet Taehyung real quick. I’ll be back in time for dinner.” You could see the questioning look on her face, like she wanted to know what was going on, but didn’t want to raise any alarm in front of the kids, so you gave her a knowing nod, signaling that you would explain everything later.

As you drove home, you were heartbroken. How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me. Am I not enough for him? But as your mind kept racing, the sadness started to convert to anger. That backstabbing asshole. Who the fuck does he think he is? I need to hurt him the same way he hurt me.

~

You were standing right outside your apartment, key in your hand hovering right in front of the lock. It seems that the boldness your anger provided you just faded from your body. All of a sudden, for some reason, you just wanted to run back into his arms, feeling warm and protected, and just forgive him. After all he is your husband and the father of your children. Maybe did it because he was just stressed at work. Maybe you both just weren’t as sexually compatible as you thought and that you shouldn’t take it personally. It would just be easier to let bygones be bygones and go back to being a happy family again. It’s interesting how no matter how wrong someone is, if we love them, we will always make excuses for them they don’t deserve. No. He doesn’t deserve a second chance. And I deserve a man who can at the very least stay faithful to me. You gathered every bit of strength you had and went into the house.

“Babe!” Taehyung greeted you excitedly as he got off the couch. You were irked, not knowing whether his excitement was genuine or fabricated. Was it ever genuine? He leaned in to hug you, but you warded him off. Taehyung looked at you inquisitively. 

“Where are the kids?”

“Don’t worry. The kids are fine. I came to talk to you.” He was taken aback by your sharp tone of voice. 

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” The thing that that drove you the most crazy was the fact that his concern sounded genuine. It was messing with your head. Does he actually care about me, or is he just a really good faker? You hoped it was the former, but you didn’t want to give him a second chance without earning it.

“What do you think is going on, Taehyung?” He looked at you blankly. 

“Babe, what are you talking about?” You looked him straight in the eyes.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” you whispered. A flash of panic spread across Taehyung’s face, before he quickly changed his expression to one of compassion.

“Baby,” he coaxed, “Is everything okay?” You were sure he was lying. His false concern was starting to creep on your nerves, but you brushed them off, wanting to maintain composure. He reached for your arm, but you pulled it away. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” he said sternly. You gave him a deadpan look.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said through gritted teeth. His face softened.

“Is it because of...” his voice trailed off, hoping you would understand what he was saying so he wouldn’t have to finish his sentence. You remained silent. You weren’t going to help him out. “Do you know?”

“Do I know about what, Taehyung?” you retorted.

“Who told you?” he whispered.

“Who told me about what, Taehyung. Just tell me what you mean.” You know exactly what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it. Him admitting to it was the only way you could even consider forgiving him.

“Nothing. Nothing important. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were sure he knew what you were referring to, but he chose to keep it secret, betting his odds that you both were talking about different things.

“What were you doing at 4pm today?”

“I don’t know, probably working.”

“Really.”

“Yes, babe. I don’t know what you’re getting at.” You sensed a tone of annoyance in his voice.

“Because I stopped by with the kids around that time and witnessed something entirely different.” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean?” he whispered. You gave him a knowing look and Taehyung at once knew the charade was over. “Babe,” he said in a low voice, “Let’s sit down and talk.”

“No, I’m actually about to head out. I really don’t want to be around you right now.”

“When did you see it? I didn’t hear you come home.”

“Doesn’t matter, Taehyung. You cheated on me. How long has this been going on?” The blood drained from Taehyung’s face now that the elephant in the room had finally been addressed.

“I promise, this hasn’t been going on long. It was a mistake and I’m so, so sorry.” You rolled your eyes in order to mask the fact that you actually wanted to cry. “Really, it was a moment of weakness and I regret it so much. It will never happen again.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” you retorted.

“Honey, whatever happens in our marriage, we can work it out.”

“We don’t have to work it out. Our lawyers can do that for us.” Taehyung stared at you, not understanding the implication. “I’m leaving you, Taehyung.” Through gritted teeth, you forced out the last few words before you stormed out of the apartment, “And I will see to it that you will never see your children ever again.” Before you could see his reaction, you slammed the door and ran to your car so he couldn’t catch up with you.

#bts angst #taehyung angst #v angst #bts fanfic #bts

[leviathanswingman]

It’s Work; DiaLuci Model! AU

The set was busy with people running all over the place. Make up artists, clothing designers and plenty of staff and crew members were filling the cramped space reserved for Majolish's next big photo shoot.

Lucifer pushed his way through multiple mingling staff members, his head bowed slightly, eyes focused on the planner on his smartphone. They were already terribly behind on their schedule. He raised his head and looked around, scanning the room for a familiar face.

For once, Diavolo had arrived on set before Lucifer and was now probably sitting in some chair, chattering on ever so carelessly while he let one of the make-up artists do their job.

Diavolo was the son of a world famous actress and a well-respected actor. Naturally, he had followed in their footsteps without any problems. From child actor to teenage heartthrob to irresistible model, Lucifer had known Diavolo through all of it.

Right from the beginning, they had worked side by side. After all, Lucifer had grown up in similar circles. Even though he had never known his mother, his father was a well known producer with a disreputable love for women. After all, Lucifer's father had eight children from five different mothers. Especially in the entertainment industry, that was a thing most people didn't simply turn a blind eye to. With each and every new siblings the press would obsess over their family a tiny bit more, making it eventually impossible to have any resemblance of a private life.

As the oldest child, the expectations had been high from the moment he had taken his first breath.

Without much ado, just following his father's will, Lucifer had grown up to be an actor and model up until the ripe age of eighteen, trapped in contracts for shows and shoots, all under his father's iron fist.

And then, the moment his last contract had expired, he cut ties with his father's agency, enrolled in college for a business degree and left his life of money and fame behind. He started to earn his own money and prestige just so he could fight for guardianship over his siblings in several heated court battles. And in the end, his hard work bore fruit. He won the court settlements.

Then, 7 years later, Diavolo and Lucifer unexpectedly reconnected. Out of all places to meet, they had simply run into each other in a cat café, with Lucifer looking for one of his younger brothers and Diavolo pouting as he had just fired his last manager.

They ended up talking for hours and hours, catching up on all the big events they had missed in the other's lives. And after several cups of coffee, Lucifer mentioned that he was about to quit his current job and Diavolo's eyes practically lit up.

And somehow, in spite of Lucifer's disdain towards the entertainment industry, he unexpectedly managed to convince Lucifer to stand by his side as his new manager.

Finally, he spotted a door marked with Diavolo's name on it and rushed towards it. There was no time to spare. They were scheduled to be on set for their next shoot in less than three 3 hours.

The bodyguard, guarding the door with strong shoulders, took one look at Lucifer and let him inside without any words.

Lucifer entered the dressing room with a short nod.

Diavolo was sitting on a chair talking to Barbatos, his personal assistant, as a make-up artist was busy doing the finishing touches to his face.

„Relax your face please,“ she muttered as she dipped her brush into a small tin and applied a bit more eyeshadow to the corner of the eye. She took a step back to observe her work, then nodded, apparently satisfied.

Lucifer slipped out of his coat and threw it over the back of a chair nearby. Diavolo waved at him quickly without moving his face too much, careful so that he wouldn't mess up the make-up artist's good work. Barbatos turned his head as he heard the sound of the door closing.

„Lucifer, good day,“ he greeted with the hint of a smile on his face, but then quickly switched over to more pressing issues. „I have been informed that there is an issue at large.“

Lucifer adjusted his glasses before placing his hands on his hips. „Which would be?“ he asked.

„It seems like Diavolo's partner for the shoot has still not arrived and we can't get a hold of either their manager or themselves.“

„Alright,“ Lucifer brought out. He pushed his bangs back and let out a deep breath. Of course, when they were already way too far behind on their schedule, mishaps like this one had to happen. „I will try the model's management again.“

Quickly, he scrolled through the abundance of business contacts on his phone until he found the right one. As he dialled the number, he was immediately met with several beeping tones. He dropped the call. Seemed like the manager's phone was turned off. How irresponsible.

Lucifer could practically feel all eyes in the room set on him. „I'm going to talk to the employer and ask if they have a replacement at hand. If push comes to shove I will fee l free to supply them with a replacement.“ After all, this shoot had been in the talks for several months now. Contracts had already been pulled up and Diavolo's fans had been teased excessively with insider knowledge about the photo shoot. Diavolo would lose a lot of money, prestige and fans if this photo shoot were to crash and burn at the last minute. And this just couldn't be happening.

Lucifer rushed out of the room in a hurry, already dialling the number of Majolish's manager. It rang once, rang twice.  Then, the person on the other end of the phone hung up the call. For a moment, Lucifer stopped in his tracks and stared at the phone in disbelief when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him. Quickly, he looked up. It was Majolish's manager, who looked almost as outraged as Lucifer felt inside.

„I saw your call Mister Lucifer, but as I was already on my way here, I didn't see much sense in picking up your call. Will you follow me to the dressing rooms so we can solve this problem?“

„Of course.“

Together, they entered the dressing room Lucifer had stormed out of less than a minute ago. Diavolo was still sitting on his chair, but now seemed to be scrolling through his phone as Barbatos attacked Diavolo's shirt with a lint roller.

„Lucifer, you're back early-“

As soon as the door closed behind them the manager crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. „We have a big problem!“ he exclaimed, already on the verge of hyperventilating. „We cannot reach the other model and there is basically no time left to find a replacement! I am so doomed!“

Lucifer's eye twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm.

„Please calm down,“ he started, his voice however lacking in empathy. He hated having to work with useless employers who crumbled at the smallest hints of stress. Lucifer would have never approved this shoot had it not been for Diavolo's father pushing for it. „I can still ring up a few models I know who live close by. Of course, only the best of the best. But it will take them a bit of time to come here.“

The manager shuddered. „That is impossible, I rented this space for only five hours. Exactly five hours, to be precise. Oh,what to do, what to do?!“

Lucifer felt anger boiling up in his chest, which he suppressed with a menacingly sweet smile. „You rented the studio for five hours? Now that doesn't sound all too professional to me now, does it-“ Lucifer was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He was ready to just hang up the call, but found himself startled as soon as he saw the caller ID. He threw a quick glance at Diavolo, who raised his eyebrows in question.

Lucifer picked up the call. His expression darkened the more he listened to what the caller had to say. Finally, he hung up the phone and placed it on the table with a bit too much strength.

He crouched down to the manager's level and looked him dead in the eye. „We have been depending on this photo shoot right from the start. I am telling you, we will get this over with today, no matter what. I will find a replacement and we will finish this photo shoot, alright? Unless you want to disappoint-“

„I already told you, we don't have enough time to get a new model here in time! Unless you know a tall, androgynous model with enough experience who can be here in less than 10 minutes, there is nothing I can do!“

Lucifer lifted his head only to find Barbatos and Diavolo lost in a silent conversation between the two of them. Barbatos whispered something into Diavolo's ear and Diavolo shook his head in retaliation.

And all of a sudden, all eyes were on Lucifer.

„I might have an idea, although you might not be all to happy with it.“

„Just spit it out, Barbatos.“

Barbatos removed himself from Diavolo's side and walked over to Lucifer's instead. „Are we not looking for a tall, androgynous model, possibly with experience in the world of modelling, who would be available as soon as possible?“ he inquired.

Lucifer nodded his head.

„And, correct me if I'm wrong, but have you yourself not been modelling ever since you were a child?“

And just like that, Lucifer froze in place. From a professional standpoint, he had to agree with Barbatos. In a situation as dire as theirs right now, Lucifer would undeniably be the best of choices. Still, he had given up modelling and acting the day he had rid himself of his father's suffocating grip.

„Right, I think I've heard of something like that before,“ the manager quickly threw in. „So it is true after all, you really are that Lucifer.“ It was easy to see the wheels turning in his head. What a sleazy guy. „Now, a photo shoot with Diavolo and Lucifer after all those years...“

Lucifer did not want to hear the words that were about to leave that man's mouth, so he intercept right in time. „That would be quite the spectacle now, wouldn't it?“ He took one look at the greedy look in the manager's eyes. „We will of course expect good monetary compensation, seeing how you failed ever so spectacularly in managing this shoot.“

„Who do you think-“

„Unless you want the press to hear about how much of a useless business man you are? Because that could certainly be arranged, seeing how you are dealing with the world famous Diavolo here. Have you not failed him ever so spectacularly until now?“

Majolish's manager quickly shut his mouth and tried to compose himself. „O-of course,“ he stammered.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned around to Diavolo and Barbatos, who were looking at him with completely opposing expressions on their faces. Barbatos looked relaxed, almost pleased with himself, while Diavolo's face was painted with blank surprise.

„Lucifer, is that really alright with-“

„It's work. And I am doing this out of my own free will, after all,“ he threw in.

His gaze wandered across the room until his eyes landed on the make-up artist. „I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I suppose I will have to replace our second model for tonight.“

The make-up artist simply nodded. After all, this wasn't that much of a challenge for her. She was talented and known to be professional and work quickly and efficiently.

„Then let's get to work.“

After the work on his face was done and he saw the clothes he was ought to model, Lucifer almost found himself turning the whole deal down after all.

The clothes were not the problem. More than that, it was Lucifer himself. The shoot was inspired by gothic themes, very dark and very sensual in nature. Very unlike the way Lucifer had portrayed himself ever since cutting ties with his father.

Even more than that, it was unnerving to model with Diavolo again after all those years. After all, it had been a while and so much had happened in those 7 years in which they had lost contact.

The stylist entered the room, struggling to push a clothing rack inside. They stalled for a moment as they saw Lucifer whose face had just been painted by the make-up artist.

„You were informed about our circumstances?“

The stylist fumbled with their words for a moment. „Yes, of course. It's just-“

Lucifer mustered them with a serious gaze.

„You look the part,“ they finally concluded as they pulled multiple clothing items off their respective hangers. „Actually, you look even better than our original model, I was just a bit taken aback, sorry.“

„That is quite alright. The first outfit?“

„Of course! We are starting off with a simple white blouse, a corset, black pants and high heeled boots.“

Lucifer let a hand run across the delicate fabric of the outfit and nodded. „Good.“ Even though he had resigned from the business years ago, he was still a professional at heart. He knew what he had to do, especially if it meant keeping up Diavolo's stellar image. And although he hated to admit it, a shoot with just the two of them after all those years would certainly cause quite the ruckus since Lucifer had turned his back to the industry years ago, refusing to participate in both modelling jobs or acting roles.

The stylist helped him putting on the first outfit, and in spite of all the years he had spent away from modelling and acting, he almost felt himself fall back into that certain kind of routine. As soon as they were done, Lucifer reluctantly mustered himself in the mirror.

His hair was slicked back and his eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow, his lips covered with glossy red lip tint. In addition to the outfit he had been giving shiny black gloves and a single chained necklace.

The sight was ever so strange to Lucifer. He had spent years portraying himself as the perfect business student, as the perfect manager. It was strange to see himself glammed up like this. His little brother, Asmodeus, would probably love to see him like this.

„Satisfied?“ he simply asked the stylist. They circled around him once, added a belt and then smiled.

„Just like I imagined!“

Lucifer left the dressing room. He didn't have to be briefed about the shoot, after all, he was the one who had overseen and accepted the job at the request of Diavolo's father several months ago. He knew exactly what Diavolo's partner was supposed to deliver.

The clacking of his heels filled the room as he opened the door and was faced with the eyes of several people all over his body.

„Thank god, the model is finally here!“ the photographer finally threw in. „Took you a while.“

Almost as if on autopilot, Lucifer bowed and apologized. Diavolo, standing next to Barbatos, simply stared at him with big, wide eyes.

Lucifer certainly didn't like all of the attention he was getting and cleared his throat. „Can we start now? We are on a tight schedule after all.“ His eyes flashed over to Diavolo.

As always, he looked perfect. His stylist had given him the same boots as Lucifer's, tight leather pants, a dark red shirt blown wide open, exposing his muscular chest, and a striking necklace with a cross on it.

Lucifer nodded, obviously satisfied with Diavolo's appearance.

„Alright, let's get started. Diavolo, first pose.“

„Here we go,“ Diavolo mumbled, moving with ease.

Just like that, they switched from position to position, both of them focussed on doing a satisfying job. It was a rehearsed back and forth- with both Lucifer and Diavolo relying on the flawless skills of their partners. Unexpectedly, all things went well and they worked relentlessly until they were left with one last photo to bring to life.

“Normally, we would have the make-up artist come in to draw on the kiss mark on Diavolo's neck, but I don't think we have enough time left just now.” They turned their head towards the manager. “Should we just skip the last photo?”

“Ah yes, that's alright. I think we have enough material-”

'No,” Lucifer intercepted without any hesitation. “This photo was supposed to be the centre piece of the shoot, there is no way we are going to leave it out now. Get moving.”

The make-up artist from before quickly ran over to Lucifer's side, make-up kit at hand. “I need to reapply your lipstick for this to work,” she threw in.

“Then get to work.”

After she was done with her work, Lucifer immediately returned to his work.

As he saw Lucifer return to set, Diavolo moved to the couch without any questions. He posed himself appropriately, draped his body over the couch and threw a quick look at Barbatos, who looked uncharacteristically satisfied.

Lucifer walked over to the couch, propped himself up over Diavolo's body with one hand holding him up and the other cradling Diavolo's face.

“Alright, now all we're missing is the kiss mark-” the photographer started, but Lucifer refused to even hear him out. He knew all too well what this photo shoot was lacking.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and placed a perfect kiss to the side of Diavolo's neck, leaving behind the prettiest of kiss marks.

Beneath him, Diavolo shifted ever so slightly, a dark blush dusted across his cheeks. And although he certainly felt certainly bothered, he complied and got into pose. He had already forgotten how easy and natural, yet also exiting it was for him to work with Lucifer.

They finished the shoot way quicker than usual with the photographer and Majolish's manager congratulating them enthusiastically as soon as they were done.

Lucifer stared at himself in the mirror of the dressing room just as Diavolo entered, the red kiss mark still ever so noticeable on his skin. The sight awoke long hidden feelings deep inside Lucifer's chest, feelings he had thought long dead. Feelings of attraction and desire.

“You really surprised me out there, Lucifer.”

“Well, don't make it a habit.”

Diavolo suddenly moved closer and pressed his thumb against the corner of Lucifer's mouth. Then, he pulled his thumb across Lucifer's lips, smearing the lipstick in process.

He stared at Lucifer for a moment too long as his finger lingered on his lips for a second longer. He glanced up at Lucifer's eyes before his gaze travelled down to Lucifer's lips again, taking in the sight of those plump,cherry red lips.

“I wouldn't dare to.”

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #modelling #actors #i really can't tell if this is shit or i i've looked at it for too long #so yeah #this certainly is something

[mintvender]

Hello! I really love your idea! The boys' reaction when Y/N overworks and basically locked themself in their room/chamber? Hope this isn't too much! :D

Glad you’re enjoying them, love! Of course this isn’t too much, it really excites me that you are comfortable enough to even consider sending in an ask. Anyways, enjoy 😊🌿🌿💚💚

Harem!Au

BTS’s Reaction to Y/N Overworking and Locking Themself in their Chamber

Masterlist

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung’s would definately be worried but there’s a part of him that also understands that as the ruler, you are obligated to continue your work under any circumstances. Since the L/N dynasty is still relatively new, there will be many dangers that would approach and you have to do your part to protect the country. Taehyung, with his mastermind would try his absolute best to help you but as a consort, he can’t really do much as a consort is traditionally not allowed to be invested in politics. However, none of you really care considering how you became the ruler with male concubines ( an act that breaks the gender roles). Knowing that, you won’t just bring him into office with other ministers as it would bring more harm than good so you guys settled for yours’ bedroom and talk about the problems there.

As Taehyung is a very observant person, he would notice your sudden fatigue or pale expression at times but would not comment on it, knowing that you would refuse his claims. As a result, he would subtly inject himself in between you and your pile of work like the little minx he is, and offer you little treats to help you relax. At night, he would intentionally be much more affectionate; hugging you and pulling you onto the bed and cuddle you, trying to hypnotize you to sleep. However, this plan has a catch; his physique is too frail to even pull you. Many would think that as a tall and lean male, he would at least have the ability to pull you but unfortunately, brute strength is not his area of expertise. It was also one of the many reason why he was bullied as a child ( like a sack of potato). When he realized that he does not have the strength to do so, his immediate reaction was to pout and complain how tired he is and want to cuddle with you. Of course, Y/N could never resist his adorable expression even after seeing grow from a starved child to a young adult, so you willingly lead him to the bed and cuddle.

The little minx then continued his plan and as you guys talk about future plans, he began curling himself in your hold and melting into you. Seeing how comfortable he is, you slowly began to relax as well until both of you are both in dreamland, finally getting some rest.

“ Y/N-iee, get up! I’m tired and don’t have the strength to pull you. Let’s cuddle in bed and talk about whatever.”

Kim Namjoon

As your personal physician, he would know right away that you were obviously sacrificing your sleeping hours to work considering how similar you are to a panda. He would then warn you about the effects of overworking when he had the chance to examine you for your monthly checkup. Namjoon would then making you consume medicinal tea to help you relax while working. He would stand by your side, refusing to let you work until you had finish your bowl of medicine. Knowing that if he were to be firm, you would eventually listen ( courtesy to years of working with you). Because of his position, he could use that as a reason to be with you more often, claiming that you will work yourself to death.

As he is in your office more frequently, you would find yourself relax when in his presence and more often than not have a conversation going between the two of you. Considering how knowledgeable he is, the two of you can even talk for hours before even realizing how late it already is. This would be a never ending cycle for the both of you during this time, not that you both really mind the change. Even if you decided to lock yourself inside your room, Namjoon has the special to persuade you to either go out or let him in to help you.

Different types of oils and herbs that specializes in calming an individual would be kept on the little table on the side of your desk for Namjoon to used whenever he is there.

“ Y/N, drink this. No, don’t even think about finishing your work until you have finish this bowl entirely.”

Jung Hoseok

Unlike Namjoon and Taehyung, Hoseok got to know you only after you became the ruler so he does not have the opportunity to spend that much time with you. He also does not have your permission to enter your private chamber or office like the others so he just can’t just barge into your office like Taehyung usually does. Considering how he was taught, Hoseok would be more worried in losing your favour than worrying about your health. He just assumed that you are used to it considering how experienced you looked when dealing with the ministers. This is one of the situation where he would have to use his status to meet you; asking his wretched father to secretly ask you for a private audience. As time continue to pass by, his anxiety would only grow until the letter that you had personally written came to his doorstep.

Desperately holding on the letter, he praced his way to your chambers along with the guards that was assigned to him. When he finally got there and the guards were dismissed, he finally understood why you were so distant these past months. Piles of scrolls and manuscripts are piled onto seemingly every crevice of your office, with you working on another from your desk in the far back of the room. Skillfully he made his way over to you, sitting down on the chair once you have made a spot big enough for him. His palms began to sweat when you asked the reason asking for an audience, while the calming scent caused his adrenaline to spiked when he acknoledged that his reason was somewhat unreasonable. When you saw how he looked somewhat conscious, you asked again in a gentler voice, trying to calm him. After his heartbeat had decreased to a better rate, his mouth then ran rampage with his reasoning until you had to intervene, claiming that you were too busy and apologized for making him feel this way.

Satisfied that he was not neglected, he finally realized the condition of your office and offered to help you organize them. And with that, you find yourself a new little helper who is brighter than the sun, itself.

“ Y/N, where should I put this? There? Alright!”

Min Yoongi

With how your first private encounter with him went, you had granted him the permission to enter your courtyard when needed. As the previous dynasty’s crown prince, let’s say that surviving in the current one alone was not an option for him. As a result, he had came up with countless reasons to try to remain by your side, desperately afraid of being neglected yet also a bother. Yoongi knows that he has no power and is probably smaller than a sand particle, weak enough that the smallest gust of wind would send him flying across the field. As a result, he became your little office helper whenever he comes over to visit which was quite often.

Recently, Yoongi had picked up that you had seem particularly pale. Your eyes sometimes unfocused itself and your expression is simply horrid. Of course, he knew that you were working extremely hard but it was naive of him to think that you will be alright. His actions of trying to help can vary depending on the day. It could be from offering you a little smiles while helping you to desperately hanging onto you, begging you to stop working. To some others, it might seem very exaggerated but to him, after seeing how his father had died so easily, he imagined it would be as easy for you as well. With that being said, he can even be considered to be your little nanny who would be taking care of you during this time.

However, with him being there Y/N would most likely not be able to work for hours straight. Seeing him running around helping you while carrying a pout would distract most definitely you too many times.

“ Your majesty, y-you need to rest! Let me take care of this mess. I-I’ve been trained for this so trust me, your majesty!”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook is probably the only one who has a reasonable purpose of being by your side that frequently. However, he would most likely not be able to notice your change in demeanour until much latter than the rest as he takes his job very seriously, not wanting to disrupt you and only standing outside your room to guard it. He is also quite young and is used to not care about anyone except for himself so he might come off as naive at times. Jungkook finally noticed how overworked you seem when Taehyung asked about your scheduled. Poor bunny got yelled at by the consort for this when he just calmly listed out your schedule. After that he realized that maybe your schedule is a little too hectic but when it is accompanied by your accidental night shifts, it is too much.

Jungkook then began to squeeze himself between your schedule; interrupting different ministers that have questions after an audience, intervening your time with your desk to force you on a walk, etc. When it is time for your guys’ lesson, he would consciously move you guys outside to a better environment, claiming that your office is too cramped. At this time, he would try his best to soak up the information faster to not burden you more.

At times, Jungkook would sneakily leave small meals by the window for you, knowing that if he were to bring them directly, he would not be able to explain his reasons. Of course, Y/N knows this but they find it too cute to let the bunny know about his mischievous actions.

“ General Yoon, please save your opinions for another time. Your majesty has been working non-stop and now needs some time to rest. Please ask for a private audience next time. Now please excuse us.”

Kim Seokjin

Poor Y/N, the moment Seokjin gets notified about your recent habit, he would act like he is the emperor instead of you so good luck. having gone through years of haggling, the merchant seems to have a bountiful amount of energy when it comes to yelling at you. From yelling at the cause to the short and long term effect of you neglecting your health would drive Seokjin to lecture you nonstop. He would only stop after seeing how tired you are. The day after that, you were gifted a chest full of cosmetics and herbs from him.

Instead of asking for a public audience to suggest a trading plan, Seokjin would first ask for a private one to discuss it with your beforehand then go to a public one before finally deciding if it would be successful or not. For him, this plan would not only be better as it gives you and him more time to think, it also gives him the opportunity to be with you more. Considering his personality, your private audiences will be nothing but serious. You guys would not only talk about different plans but also spend time, bonding with each other as well!

As the wealthy merchant Seokjin is, he would bring different items he plan on trading with yours to your chambers to help you visualize the products better. He would deliberately leave some of the ones he think would suit you the best, claiming that he accidentally left it there but never really coming back to get it.

“ Do you think you are a child? You are old enough to know your own limits but what did you do?? YAH! Listen to me!”

Park Jimin

Jimin might be flirty but he isn’t naive. Recently, his attempts of wooing you seems to go through one ear and exit the other so he obviously know that something is wrong. At first, he thought that the problem is in him. Jimin tries to change himself to your liking but it doesn’t seem close to be hitting the mark. Slowly he began to cling to you, wanting to know what is stopping the two of you from bonding with each other. So like your first night, he sneaked into your private chambers. Unexpectedly, he found himself confused if he was really in the right room. Compared to his first night with you, the room was far too messy as of right now. The only space that was not occupied by stacks of paper was your bed that was currently being squished by you. Jimin slowly approached your tired form, finally understanding what had been happening these past months.

As he is quite affectionate, Jimin could not let himself waste this chance to cuddle you. The next morning, you worked up with your legs tangled with his, confused how he managed to get in with Jungkook guarding outside but deciding to not question it considering that he is not a threat. Jimin would sleepily flirt with you, teasingly saying how clingy you were towards him last night which was probably the opposite.

From that day on, Jimin would appear in your chamber at unexpected times during the day to cuddle you or to hug you. This of course would distract you but it is a welcome distraction.

“ You were hugging me so tightly that I thought I would suffocate. Of course, you can always do that to me. As long it is you~”

~MintVender

#shio-yuki #asks #harem au #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts seokin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #mintvender #bts x reader #bts x y/n #Ot7

[re-diesirae]

Chapter 3

3. LEON

It was fortunate that Leon had experience tracking a target amidst the chaos. The attacks had unleashed panic in the population. People were running and screaming from side to side, and Leon thought he saw several members of TerraSave moving from side to side.

He was glad that, at least, there were no signs of other B.O.W.s besides the one that had attacked them at the main street. That was good news.

Leon looked around, searching for any traces of the men in black suits, suddenly his phone rang, and Leon quickly answered.

"Hunnigan."

"Leon," the woman greeted him, "How are things over there?"

"Not as good as I'd like," Leon answered, "Did you find anything useful?"

"Not good news, I am afraid," Hunnigan sighed, "the terrorist group responsible for this attack and Ms. Redfield's kidnapping call themselves Arcana. It's a small terrorist group that works under Neo-umbrella."

"I expected Neo-umbrella to be no more. I can't believe they're still providing them with monsters."

"Yes, after the incident in China, we thought the organization had died away with Simmons and Radames, but it seems we were wrong. I've sent the report to the higher-ups."

"Yeah, good to know. I'll worry about Neo-umbrella later. They aren't our top problem now," Leon said, "Claire getting kidnapped is. Any idea of why they would target her?"

There was a short pause as Leon dodged a group of panicked citizens that ran in the opposite direction.

"Unfortunately, no, but I'll let you know if something comes up."

"Well, thanks."

"Sounds like a mess over there."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Lin said, "not that many hostiles yet."

"I've got reports of hostiles incoming, but compared to other cases, it seems rather calm."

That was odd, Leon thought. Terrorist groups didn't shine for their consideration of innocent citizens, and he had to admit that comparing the current situation to what he'd lived other times before, it wasn't as bad as it could get.

"Leon, I found your target. They are heading to a building located north of your current position. It's an office building."

"Yeah, I think I just saw them," Leon said, watching the black-suited men walk into a large building across him.

"Good luck, Leon, and be careful."

"Yeah, thanks."

Leon pushed his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the building. The first thing he heard upon entering the lobby was a wave of gunfire, screaming, and grunting. The sounds were familiar, and they were enough for Leon to have an idea of what to expect later.

The zombies were the same kind he had faced in Tall Oaks: violent, nasty, and annoying, but not too hard to dispatch. The problem was that they were fast spreaders, which turned them into an infinite annoyance.

"Shit, " Leon groaned, shooting several zombies as he chased the group, "I hope Claire is ok."

Leon looked around the destruction and the pile of dead monsters he was leaving behind him.

"Claire is surely going to love this when she sees it," Leon said bitterly.

Claire would be furious. He could almost picture her indignation look in his thoughts, and he unavoidably smirked.

"Leon, do you copy?"

"Yeah, I am here."

"I identified an aircraft moving steadily to your position."

"An aircraft?" Leon grunted, "so they're extracting Claire from here."

"Yes, the air is most likely their escape route."

"Huh, then, they will head to the highest extraction point, the rooftop. Thanks, Hunnigan."

Leon shot his upcoming enemies without issues and made his way to the roof. He caught up with the kidnappers on the fifth floor. Four men from the original group were still alive, and he had to give them their credit. They weren't the usual bunch of amateur fighters.

Claire was still unconscious and, in addition to the way the men were carrying her like a sack of potatoes, the fact that she'd not woken up yet bothered Leon.

"Stop there," Leon shouted once they reached the roof.

"What the fuck?" the man holding Claire groaned.

"Isn't that one of the guys from earlier?"

"He caught up with us?"

"Shut up, you two!" the one holding Claire shouted. He pulled out his gun and aimed at Leon.

Leon smirked and jumped aside, taking cover. The fire exchange was intense. The agent had to be cautious where he aimed. Claire was in a vulnerable position, and the last thing he wanted was shooting her by mistake.

The kidnappers were losing focus. The anxiety and the stress, caused by the screams and roars that came from below, were making them uneasy.

Suddenly, one of the men let out a screech. Claire had woken up, and she had managed to kick him, making him drop her.

"That's my Claire," Leon smirked to himself.

He saw Claire roll away from the men and tried to get up. She seemed a little unbalanced, but Leon attributed it to having just woken up. The men looked thrown by her sudden awakening, and Leon used that opportunity to get out from his hiding spot and reach for the woman as he shot the men.

He pulled a, still confused Claire, behind a concrete block and took cover with her.

"L-Leon?" Claire groaned with surprise.

"Hey, again. Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah," she answered, rubbing her head, "What's going on?"

"Long story," Leon told her, punching the man that tried to catch her again.

The woman looked around her, confused, almost as if she wasn't processing the events. That was odd since Claire was usually fast to catch on to things. Leon was going to ask Claire if she was alright once more, but he never got to voice the question.

Suddenly, Leon heard a thunderous noise. The agent looked up and saw in horror as a helicopter got attacked by several flying B.O.W.s. The chopper lost stability and began to move erratically in the air, trying to get rid of the monsters that had trapped it.

One of the creatures destroyed the blades of the helicopter, and it began to fall towards them.

"Shit."

Leon turned to Claire, who was rubbing her head again. The agent picked her up, much to Claire's shock, and rushed away as fast as he could, but unfortunately, there was not much that he could do to run away from a burnt, falling chopper.

The crash was strong enough to make the whole building shake violently; debris burst flying around them, and Leon automatically shielded Claire from the damage.

Amid the chaos, they both rolled on the ground from the impact. Leon looked at his friend, letting out a painful groan. Claire was struggling, and he tried to reach out for her, but before he could, he felt a hard hit behind him, and everything went black.

Her head hurt like hell. That was the first thought that crossed Claire's mind as she regained her senses. Her surroundings were dark, and she felt the unfamiliar rocky ground under her hand.

"Great," Claire sighed, grabbing her head and feeling a little dizzy, "Why do I always end up in these places?"

The auburn headed looked around, ignoring the dizziness and the need to throw up that she was feeling. It was dark, damp, and for what she could tell, it looked like she was in some cave or tunnel. Claire sat up, resting her back against a near wall. It took her some minutes to put her thoughts back in order. Her memories were chaotic. She remembered fighting with some unknown men in the Command Room, and then, she had a blackout. Her last memories were of Leon, fire, pain, and a lot of noise. Wait, Leon?

"Leon?" she asked, trying to stand up.

There was no answer, and Claire looked around, concerned. She was sure she'd seen Leon. He had been with her before, and his current absence made Claire worry.

She tried to stand up so that she could search the area for her friend, but a wave of dizziness staggered her. The bastards had probably hit her head, and she'd not be surprised if she had a concussion. She needed to recover a little before she could think of moving.

"Leon? Are you there?" she called into the darkness, but no answer again.

He is an agent. He is going to be alright.

Claire took a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill her lungs and reach her head. The headache was annoying, but she could handle it. The pain wasn't enough to hinder her. She took some minutes to calm down and clear her head as much as she could.

"Fantastic," Claire sighed, "knowing my luck, I am probably in another experimental facility. I'll need a weapon if that's the case."

It took her some more minutes to be able to see. Her vision was still slightly blurry, but it was enough for her to move without issues.

Claire navigated herself through the darkness, using the wall as a guide. The terrain wasn't friendly to navigate, especially in the dark. Claire stumbled several times on the uneven ground; the last thing she needed now was to fall and damage her head even more.

It was too quiet for her taste, silent as death, and in her experience, dead things rarely stayed like that in these circumstances.

I am technically useless right now.

Claire wasn't in the best of shapes. Her vision was unreliable, her movements were slow and clumsy due to her headache, even her balance was giving her problems, and to top all that, she was weaponless. Her only hope was that there wouldn't be any enemies on her way out of the tunnel. She tried calling for Leon a couple of times, but the lack of replies made her assume that the agent was not anywhere around.

She knew Leon. If he were there, he'd find his way and meet her, eventually.

"Well, at least I'll get some friendly company," she sighed, "but first things first. I need to get out of here."

Claire's sight was getting used to the dark, but her dizziness was complicating things in many ways. Suddenly, Claire heard a loud howl in the distance, and a chill ran down her spine. She hated it when she was right; her hopes of having an easy way out crumbled in seconds. There was something in there, most likely a mutant monster, ready to tear her into pieces at any possible chance. A fight was unavoidable, but if she had to fight, she hoped to have at least a chance to defend herself, and to do that, she needed a weapon.

Claire rushed her pace, hoping that she was on the right track. After some stressing moments of silences and darkness, the tunnel finally opened up, and she caught the smell of grass and damp soil. She had made it outside. The fresh air and the view of the sky sparkled with stars made her feel better both physically and mentally.

"Right, this isn't time to feel relieved," Claire admonished herself. "I am still unarmed, lost, and most likely surrounded by vicious foes. I need to move."

Claire looked around here. At least, the light from the stars and moon allowed her a better look at her surroundings. Judging by the appearance of the sky, Claire could tell she had to be somewhere very far from the city. The sky looked beautiful, and that could only mean that the light pollution in the place was minimal.

After scanning around her for a bit, she noticed some lights in the distance. There were insignificant, and Claire guessed that it had to be a village or a small town. If her situation were like her previous misadventures, the place would probably be crawling with undead things, and god knew what other mutants. In other words, heading to a human settlement in her current situation screamed "bad idea" in capital letters. However, just like the place was the best place to find nasty creatures, it was also a place where she would most likely find weapons and other useful things.

It was a dangerous bet for all she cared, she had little to lose, and besides, it wasn't the first time she'd found herself in a place infested by zombie-mutant creatures.

The young woman found a trail that, she guessed, would lead to the settlement and followed it cautiously. She walked for some minutes, and she, surprisingly, didn't encounter any foes. However, she wasn't entirely sure of whether that was good or bad.

"No monsters," Claire said, frowning with distrust, "Now, I call that suspicious."

Claire had dealt with enough zombie outbreaks already to know that zombies were never quiet. A town hit by a virus meant lots of infected people, and lots of infected people meant lots of hostiles.

"Why is it so empty?" Claire asked softly.

Looks can be deceiving.

Claire made her way into town cautiously. Just because there were no monsters in sight didn't mean they weren't nearby. She reached town after some minutes of walking through the vegetation. Her walk gave her a chance to do some recognizance of her surroundings.

Claire entered town cautiously, and as soon as she had set a step there, a stinging pain pierced through her skull, causing her to hive. The ache brought a series of disjointed and blurred visions that Claire quickly associated with her nightmares.

"Ag," she groaned, "why am I getting flashbacks from that damn place right now?"

The village was different from the one Sushestvivanie, so she wasn't sure what had triggered the memories.

Claire looked around her. Unlike the Russian town, which had looked like no one had lived in it for ages, this village still looked lived in despite the lack of population.

"Right, the question now is what happened to the people," Claire muttered, "Ok, Claire. Pull yourself together. We need to get weapons."

Claire walked around carefully, peeking inside the house through the windows. The place seemed frozen in time. It was a typical scenario that Claire had gotten used to finding. People must have gotten suddenly infected, and amid the chaos, everyone had abandoned what they were doing without looking back.

Claire sighed with sadness as she searched for supplies amid the chaos inside the houses. The bloodstains she found on several confirmed her fears regarding the locals. Most likely, there were no healthy people left in the place.

Claire found an old hunting rifle in one of the houses, and after searching a little more, she found ammo, a knife, and a sturdy chain. She had no idea if the chain could be useful, but hell, she would take it anyway.

Claire noticed a slight movement from the corner of her eye. It'd been fast, a white blur that she wasn't able to discern.

"Hello?" she said cautiously, "anyone there?"

No answer. Claire's grip on the old rifle tightened. She looked around, almost holding her breath. The complete silence around her made her extremely uneasy. There were no birds, no insects, nothing, which in nature's language only meant one thing. There was a predator nearby.

ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

Claire started to regret her complaints about the lack of noise. That roar was something she wished she had not heard. It sounded distant, so at least Claire might have a chance to avoid the confrontation. She didn't know what waited for her out there and her supplies were not infinite.

"Time to play stealthy," she said, moving out of the house carefully.

Claire reached the street, and to her annoyance, she found her path blocked by unfriendly looking villagers. She made a quick diagnosis on their appearance and quickly concluded that they were not T-virus infected, but they had to have something.

"Alright, not sure I should be happy about that," she said, aiming her rifle at the hostiles and shooting them with perfect aim.

"Purplish-gray skin; dilated, bloodshot eyes and inhuman vocalization," Claire listed, shooting the approaching enemies, "Reasoning still intact."

The hostiles weren't moving randomly. Even though their actions didn't move under intellectual reasoning, there was some thought behind them.

"They still hold some reason," Claire realized."That cuts down the list of possible pathogens..."

She alternated her attacks between gunshots and using the knives. She still wanted to save ammo as much as she could. Surprisingly, handling these guys was being a lot easier than she expected, and that was starting to worry her. For the third time in the day, she hated when she was right.

A howl cut through the air, making Claire shiver. To her horror, she saw how a deformed creature appeared out of nowhere and launched in her direction. She reacted mechanically and jumped out of the street, taking cover behind a pile of wooden boxes.

Claire had never seen any creature like that, but she guessed that this was one of Neo-Umbrella's new toys. The monster was humanoid, but its body was elongated and ghoulish thin. The skin was pale, and part of the tissue was decaying and falling in pieces. Claire noted that aside from an unnatural big mouth, there were no other features on the creature's face.

The creature grabbed a bunch of the villagers with its elongated arms and brought them to its mouth.

Is it eating them? That's new.

The BOWs created from variations of the progenitor virus needed fresh DNA to stabilize. That was the reason why they would attack people and eat them. Usually, the monsters would not feed on fellow creatures. Then again, this guy probably did not mind about freshness, and his only interest was dinner. She'd have to hurry, or she'd end up as dessert.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she dodged the villagers and ran off. Confronting this thing now would only bring her into an early death, and wise people knew when to retreat.

Unfortunately, her escape would not be easy, and she cursed as she sliced the throats of a couple of villagers as she ran past them. Her head was starting to hurt again, and she could tell that the dizziness was coming back.

Her run came to an abrupt stop when another deformed creature appeared in front of her. Once more, it seemed to be a new one monster, but unlike the other one she'd seen, it was smaller and more human-like.

"Oh, come on. Give me a break."

Claire shot the monster a couple of times only to find that, to her dismay, it did nothing. Its decaying skin was sturdier than it looked. Suddenly, a loud growl made her look back, and she groaned. The bigger guy had caught up with her, too, which meant that they had cornered her. Cursing her luck, Claire looked around, trying to come up with a plan. She ran into what seemed to be a storage shack. If she was lucky enough, maybe she could find something useful.

"Fuel tanks," Claire said, looking around her, "Ok, I am not going to ask why they keep this here. Well, this will come in handy, now, how do I use them without killing myself in the process?"

Claire was trying to formulate a plan when the shriek and the sound of wood breaking startled her. The smallest monster had managed to enter the cellar. The creature shook its head as if trying to track its prey.

Shit.

Claire looked around her in a panic. She saw a window nearby, and she made a run to it. The monster chased after her, howling horribly. Claire jumped through the glass, spinning at the last second, and shot her rifle into the closest tank. The result was instantaneous. The barrel exploded, creating a chain reaction of fire and destruction. The wave of the explosion hit Claire directly, and the woman flew a couple of meters into the woods that surrounded the town. She rolled down the hill, hitting her head, face, and limbs against rocks and wood before falling into a ditch filled with plants. The pain in her head had become so strong that she barely had time to realize what had happened before she lost consciousness.

#fanfic #my fanfiction #Cleon #claire redfield #claire x leon #leon x claire #leon s kennedy #resident evil

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and dating Dean Portman

(Not my gif)(requested by @rschelberry )

- You saw Dean before you met him. You were stood off to the side watching the new recruits when he first came out onto the ice. You watched apprehensively as he threw people down and made an interesting first impression. He was entertaining that’s for sure.

- You; just like the other ducks, were unsure of the newcomers and not so keen on sharing the ice with a bunch of strangers. But you stayed back when they went to argue with each other knowing that nothing you said or did would change the predicament you were in.

- Dean “first saw you” or rather first paid attention to you when you smoothly skated over as Bombay and Tibbles spoke. You shared looks with your fellow teammates while he caught his first glimpse of your face and what a face it was.

- It wasn’t until later that you spoke to him for the first time. It was right after Les tried to ask about his tattoo that you stepped in, stretching out a hand and introducing yourself. He put on his best tough guy face and gave your hand a firm shake.

“Enforcer huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I’m a left wing so we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Welcome to the team Portman.” You said as nonchalantly as you could while you walked away. Oh he liked you.

- Like Fulton said: “Deans not scared of anything” and once he’s set his eyes on something he’s going to find a way to get it. You just happen to be that something.

- At first he just watches you a lot especially when the team isn’t exactly a “team”. Your fellow Ducks don’t take too kindly to the brutes infatuation. They glare at him and warn you to stay away from him, often purposefully trying to block you from view.

- When (and before) the team starts to bond you notice that Dean acts differently around you or at least to you. He’s nicer, slightly quieter, and more helpful. There’s definitely a visible difference between how he treats you and everyone else.

- You two are on friendly terms before anyone else which slightly irritates the Ducks. They don’t want you around him, much like an older sibling/parent doesnt want you around a “bad influence”. They don’t trust him.

- But, it’s only when everyone’s on good terms that he actively starts to pursue you. One day things just sort of … change? He starts flirting with you which throws you for a loop; you think he’s just kidding at first but then you realize he’s being serious. You’re confused but at the same time you…sorta like it?

- His flirting consists of teasing you, twirling your hair, complimenting you, flexing and winking when he catches you looking at him. And you let it go on for a while because it makes you feel good and you kinda like him back until one day he decides it’s time to confess.

- You’re hanging out with him in your room and he’s messing around with your stuff while you do your homework. You’re both just in a comfortable silence until he speaks.

“Hey y/n/n?”

“Mhm.”

“What would you say if I told you I loved you?” You sort of freeze as you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Well I don’t know,” you smile. “Why? Is there something you want to tell me?”

- He looks at you and shakes his head with a smile. “Y/n y/l/n I am completely, madly in love with you.”

“Well Dean Portman, it’s a good thing I’m in love with you as well.”

- He nearly tackles you onto your bed before the two of you share your first kiss. The whole time you’re thinking that any minute now you’ll wake up but you don’t and you open your eyes again to find him staring back at you with a smile.

- Technically that was your first date but you don’t really count it as such. No, your first date was at a theme park. He bought both of you tickets and the two of you had a blast screaming your lungs out on roller coasters. He even won you a prize on one of the games they had which you still have sitting on your bed to this day.

- After he won you the prize he asks if he’s “won your heart too” and you guess he really has because the two of you have been together ever since.

- He’s honestly the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. Behind his tough exterior he has a heart of gold.

- Soo many pet names. Babe, baby, honey, sweetie, angel; he rarely ever says your name.

- You call him your/a big teddy bear and he never outright denies it even though he has his bad boy reputation to keep up.

- The instant you seem even the slightest bit sad he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong and getting all soft on you. This boy turns into the human embodiment of comfort. His voice softens, he hugs you, kisses your forehead, listens intently, just everything and anything you could ever want when you’re upset.

- He scares off anyone that annoys you. You don’t even have to say anything, he just senses your impatience/discomfort and acts.

- You think you’ve seen protective, you’ve seen nothing yet. If he even hears about someone bothering you he’s immediately ready to kick ass. He offers to fight them which you laugh at but he’s only slightly kidding.

- It’s a good thing it’s sort of his job to take care of you on the ice because he’s constantly making sure no one gets to you and putting people who knock you down in their place.

- He’s like a moderate to severe on the jealous scale. If there’s a real reason to be jealous then he’ll get jealous (and will probably take it up with the guy). But if there’s really no reason to be he won’t be, like when you’re being platonic with a guy friend or just talking to a guy at lunch.

- He’s well aware that he’s good looking and…athletic; especially for his age, so he isn’t really all that worried about you running off with someone else. Just his appearance alone keeps people away from you, let alone his reputation. It’s rare that a guy is genuinely flirting with you.

- And regardless the both of you make it obvious that you’re only interested in each other which means you don’t have to worry about any girls getting to him either.

- He’s a cuddle bug; he can’t last a day without cuddling. He’ll always deny it but time and time again he’s the one pulling you onto the bed. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter when; he’ll find a way to cuddle you.

- Tracing his tattoo.

- Sitting on his lap.

- Straddling his stomach while he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

- Makeout sessions while listening to rock music. He’s probably made a makeout mixtape for the two of you.

- He just loves making you mixtapes. He’s genuinely spent hours making you; what he thinks is, the perfect mixtape.

- Dancing and yelling out the lyrics to your favorite songs together.

- Doing stupid reckless shit together.

- I’m convinced that he’s the type of guy who buys cheap glass/porcelain and invites you over to smash it with him.

- He always makes sure he’s next to you when you’re sitting with the team on the benches or hanging out with friends.

- Obviously being really close to Fulton. He never minds being a third wheel or having you tag along on “bro nights”.

- The two of you share looks at each other constantly. Someone does something stupid or weird you’re immediately giving each other side eyes and looking to see if the other person saw.

- Bear hugs.

- He’s always touching you in someway. Arm over your shoulders, hand on your waist, hugging you from behind, etc, etc.

- Swatting his hands away when he tries to touch your butt.

- Ice cream and fast food dates.

- Taking long walks together. Sometimes you find something to do along the way, other times you just enjoy each other’s company.

- Having your own handshake.

- Matching bandannas? Matching bandannas.

- Wearing his clothes even though they’re huge on you.

- He always loves when you wear his old jersey. He just can’t stop staring at you and smiling whenever you have it on.

- Giving each other pep talks and having little pre game rituals.

- Calming him down when refs make a harsh or ridiculous call. It’s honestly pretty easy since the moment he sees you he just naturally calms. He’s a big tough guy but he was raised right and that means no taking your anger out on others and not taking things too seriously.

- Even though he’s a total macho man he loves when you take care of/baby him. Want to bandage the tiny cut he got on his hand? Be his guest; he’ll subtly play up the pain just to get an extra “Aw” and a kiss.

- Beach dates.

- Theme park, carnival and amusement park dates; just places with that general chaotic aura.

- Bowling dates.

- He always carries your things for you. Doesn’t matter how light, doesn’t matter how heavy, he’s taking it.

- He likes to pick you up at random. Just throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes or lifts you off the ground and places you a foot or so away from where you were previously standing. He feels very satisfied when you shriek in surprise, lightly smack him on the arm or break out laughing.

- He constantly tries to flex and show off in front of you. …yummy….

- He takes great pride in making you flustered.

- He likes teasing you in any way he can. Holding something over his head, tickling you, straight up (playfully) making fun of you, all that good shit.

- Soo many compliments and ‘I love yous’. He wants you to know that you’re his world goddamnit!

- He genuinely cannot wait you make you Mrs. Portman and will tell it to your face.

#mighty ducks #the mighty ducks headcanon #the mighty ducks imagine #the mighty ducks headcanons #dean portman #dean portman imagine #dean portman headcanons #dean portman headcanon #90s movie headcanon #90s movie headcanons #90s movie imagine

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~82

~*~Emma~*~

I awoke to see Sebastian laying on his side, leaning onto his elbow, with his head propped up on his hand. Diffuse sunlight filled the room and clearly showed me his face. He didn’t look sleepy. His face was relaxed with the slightest smile. Who knows how long he'd been watching me sleep. That thought made me smile.

He jerked his head up a little, "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I like seeing you when I wake up and knowing you'll be the last person I see before I fall asleep. And I'm excited about everything in between."

"The Louvre, dinner on the Seine, cabaret. Fun day."

I shook my head with a frown, "No, not what we're doing. I'm excited to spend the day with you." Sebastian closed his eyes, smiled a little wider, and took a few breaths. I knew what he was doing. He was taking in my words, feeling them, believing them. Before he opened his eyes, I moved closer to kiss him. "Je t'aime."

"I know that one." His fingers ran through my hair, smoothing the morning disarray. "In how many languages can you tell me you love me?"

I gasped and held my mouth open, "Just three, but now I have a goal."

"Crazy girlfriend."

I rolled on top of him, "Just about you." I did exactly what you’re supposed to do when you're naked in bed laying on top of a naked man.

I tickled him.

Our tickle fight lasted until we were laughing so hard it was hard to breathe. That and when Sebastian pinned my hands to the bed. "Je veux te faire l 'amour." He kissed me and pressed his erection closer between my legs. "I have a good memory too."

I don't know how it gets better than this. Waking up in Paris, with a gorgeous man watching me sleep, making love, then sitting on the terrace in big fluffy robes having coffee and croissants.

The guide at The Louvre was knowledgeable but a little stuffy. We spent much of the tour hanging back with another couple laughing inappropriately. The museum was incredible and we stayed around after the tour to revisit areas and check out some places not included. Sebastian liked items where I was mesmerized by the vibrant colors of the paintings. Lunch today would become our go-to. Pick up something near to and find a spot to sit in the park. Food and people watching was always a good time.

We headed back to the hotel to fool around before dressing for dinner. On the boat, we were seated by the window. We headed to the upper deck with a glass of wine for sunset. Last night's sunset view was unforgettable for many reasons. Tonight's was more beautiful with the lights of the city and bridges. It was romantic in a more refined way. Last night was casual clothes sneaking kisses in the dark. Tonight was dressed up, high heels, and elegant stemware. Kisses weren't as sneaky in the wide open space. The food was delicious. We started with duck foie gras and Scottish salmon. My main was scallops with sweet potato risotto and seaweed cream. Sebastian promised to save me from the seaweed if it triggered me. He went for a filet of beef, pea pudding, and veal gravy. The aroma from the fresh bread with the cheese course was mouth watering. Sebastian enjoyed my excitement and took more pictures of me eating cheese than anything else except drinking wine. For dessert, we decided one decadent and one fresh. A white chocolate raspberry lychee sphere and lemon basil tart. I nearly had to stab Sebastian with a fork for hogging all the sphere. The return trip was dark. Only the lights of the city and running lights illuminated to boat.

The night included a visit to a cabaret. That the Moulin Rouge was more touristy led us to the Crazy Horse. Still famous, but not the most sought after. We'd been told the Moulin Rouge was over the top and Crazy Horse more subtle. That may be true, but one important detail was left out. The dancers at the Crazy Horse were often naked. Sexy dance numbers, visual effects, and vibrant light shows. At times the lights were the only clothes. Darkness was used strategically as was glow in the dark body paint. What I noticed was all the women were in Louboutin, which lead me to believe the lingerie was expensive as well. There was a part with a very good looking man stripping. It was more funny than sexy. The combination of erotic dance and risqué humor kept both of us entertained

We talked about our favorite parts on the ride back to the hotel. Sebastian opened the door, letting me walk by into the hotel, "Is it wrong that I asked where the lingerie was from?"

"I wondered, but didn't think to ask. I loved the black bodysuit with all the straps."

"So did I."

Imagine my shocked face. You'd have to imagine because I wasn’t making that face. I waited until we were in the room to ask, "Did you find out where this shop is?"

He pulled his phone out and went to maps. A slow smile formed, "About two blocks. Across from Dior."

I folded my legs under me and sat on the couch. "Fun."

He sat next to me. He was fiddling with the bottom hem of his shirt. He was nervous. "Are you running up a crazy credit card bill to amuse me?"

What a sweety. My recent shopping habits didn’t match my teacher salary. I guess we were going to have this conversation. "My grandfather has it set up where his stock dividends are split between the grandchildren. It's paid out quarterly and there's no way to know how much, so I've never factored it into my budget. It goes into a savings account. I have a rule that it's only for fun. I took Angie and Eli with me to Hawaii. After a horrible start to the year, Malory and I went to Key West." I grimaced, "I don't remember much of that trip. And if I want to go shopping I can. I do appreciate your concern." I leaned over and kissed him. "There is a trust fund, but I can't touch that until I'm thirty. That's partly why it was important to go off on my own. I grew up with money, so when Jimmy said I couldn't take care of myself I needed to prove it to myself, even though I know it wasn’t completely on my own."

Sebastian interrupted, "Don't diminish what you’ve done. You started over in a new place where you knew no one or even where to grocery shop. You've got a Master's and accepted into a Doctoral program. Anyone who thinks you can't take care of yourself is wrong."

This fierce defense was very attractive. Money can be embarrassing. I realize I'm privileged, and I try not to behave like a trust fund baby. I would never go shopping as I had with anyone but Angie. I know it was a splurge.

“I just wanted to check.” I wanted to ask what if I had been, but he kept going, and I didn’t feel the need to stop him. “Back to the fun stuff. Is it bad form to buy you a gift that's really for me?"

"For my birthday or Christmas, yes. Otherwise, no. I'm not sure that sexy lingerie that gets you hard isn't as much a benefit to me as it is you."

"You realize you in sweatpants and a t-shirt gets me hard. You in a bathrobe. You in a potato sack."

"I wonder who that says more about?" We laughed and I laid across him, counting on him to support me. "It does make us both lucky."

"Oh, don't I know it."

We spent the next day touring Versailles Palace. We jumped off the tour to explore as soon as we hit the outskirts of the city. When we were out of interesting places we jumped on the metro until we saw something new to explore. Dinner was at this Ping Pong cafe. The food was delicious and fortified us for the play to come. I am just as competitive playing ping pong with my boyfriend as I am on a volleyball court. There was a lot of trash talking. What made it more fun was how truly awful we both were. Neither was sure of the rules so we argued over and made them up as we went. In the end, I lost due to a combination of unsuccessful attempts at cheating and Sebastian being slightly less awful than me. Our overly dramatic antics did amuse nearby patrons and when Sebastian was recognized he was gracious in conversation and signing autographs. We made it to the Pont Alexandre III bridge just as the sun set. It was ornate and a beautiful end to the day.

Next up was a day of museums and checking out wherever in between. We met up with a guide in the afternoon for a walking tour of Art Nouveauarchitecture. On our way back to the hotel we passed by the lingerie shop. A quick discussion later we decided not to go in. It would ruin some of the fun if the other knew what we bought. I also decided I needed to find some sexy underwear for him. I checked; he'd wear them. Dinner was my responsibility tonight. I found a rooftop restaurant with a great wine list and an even better view.

Tuesday, the day before the fashion shows, was the day I was looking most forward to. It was an early start and long trip to Mont Saint Michel. Claire had hired us a car and we napped most of the trip. The town is a tidal island and when the tide comes in it covers the causeway, only cutting off access for about an hour, but still. We parked at the tourism office and took off our shoes for the half mile walk over the mudflats. It didn’t look like a dangerous trek, but apparently, quicksand was real here.

We weren't far into our walk when Sebastian asked, "Is this Hogwarts?"

Our guide laughed, "No, but yes. The movie was not filmed here but as you will see much of the architecture is similar and the street does resemble Diagon Alley."

Sebastian looked at me, "Did you know?"

I shook my head, "I love gothic architecture and castles. Versailles was incredible, but this is a hundred times better. Stonework, stained glass, the high pointed arches." I grabbed onto his arm, bouncing on my toes. "I'm so excited. This is surreal." I held my hand out toward the Abbey. "Look at this, I mean, look at this."

He was smiling at me, "Should take you home to Romania. Lots of castles."

"Don't tease me." I let go of him and walk to stand in a small puddle. The water was cool and the sand squished between my toes. I felt like I was in the bubble from my favorite guided meditation. I put my arms out with my shoes dangling off my fingers and twirled. I stopped facing Sebastian. He had his phone out, pointed at me. "What are you taking pictures of?"

"You." He laughed, "With a castle island thingy in the background."

I heard the guide say, "Your mademoiselle is much more beautiful than the background."

Sebastian nodded, "That she is."

I walked back to them and reached for his hand. He handed his phone to our guide to take a couple of pictures before we headed on.

I was in absolute heaven. Even more so when I saw Sebastian as in awe as I was with the narrow cobblestone streets and stairways that appeared out of nowhere. Our guide had stories and let us lead, only giving direction if we were missing something. He took the lead when we approached the Abbey and guided us through spaces as tiny as closets and large as cathedrals. The arches along the walkway did look like a scene off the bridge in Hogwarts.

Our guide left us at the end of the Abbey tour and after lunch, we walked the ramparts and worked our way around looking at everything and nothing. Talking and laughing.

It wasn’t long into the ride back that I realized my thighs were aching. "What is it with Paris and stairs?"

"There's a fuck ton of them." Sebastian smirked and leaned in to kiss the side of my neck. "I will be happy to massage your thighs when we get back."

"Stretch them out?"

"Definitely."

We both retreated into our phones for a while. Neither had paid attention to them since we got here. The return trip was good for nudging each other to show a picture we took. I texted my chosen family and sent pictures. Sebastian was doing the same thing. He showed me responses on his group chat.

Charles ~ You took her to Paris? Chace ~ You can't take a woman to Paris for a first vacation Will ~ Go big or go home Toby ~ That's it. I need to meet her. Charles ~ Find a date and take the last bedroom in the villa. Toby ~ Chace, wanna go to an island with me? Chace ~ Do I have to put out? Toby ~ What do you think? Will ~ Who has the lube? Chace ~ I bet there's some in Paris.

I'd lowered my phone while I read his. Sebastian pointed to my screen, "What is that?"

"It's that app we made the list on the train."

"You need to send me the list."

"I can do better than that. Can I have your phone?" He handed it over and I went into the app store, installed, and signed into the app under my user name. "Now you can see, edit, add." I kept typing while he looked around. There was more than a sexual to do list. I was currently adding to a notebook called "Moments".

"Can I add to this?" Sebastian was in the same notebook.

"Sure." I bit my lip, "I had a thought. You can say it's stupid or you don't want to."

He put his hand on my leg, "What?"

"I was thinking since we're going to be apart for a while, we could write to each other. Not like texts talking about our day. I'd write things I want you to remember or know. When I'm missing you, I could write a couple of sentences to you or go read what you've written to me. Not any expectation of how often. Just a place for sweet things, sexy things."

I'd gotten the idea while thinking about distance and time zones and insecurity. Perusing old texts is good, but a one-stop place for just love notes is better.

"I love it." He brought me to him and met me for a kiss. "Is this for me or you?"

I had no problem with him knowing I was planning for our time apart. "You saw my love notes from high school. I love them. Texts get lost in a hundred other texts. We can even copy texts over. Pictures. You keep a gratitude journal. This is similar."

"Did you make that up?"

I shrugged, "I doubt it." I showed him how to navigate and create new notebooks. Our first notebook was "Sex To Do" We'd done that together. The one I’d been in, "Moments”, was short form memories. "Holding hands for nine hours with food and conversation.", "Waking in Paris to see you watching me sleep”, "Me showing you architecture", "You showing me artifacts".

Sebastian immediately knew something he wanted to add, I showed him how to create space between limes so he could insert his words. He was going to write in burgundy and me in navy blue. He created a notebook for longer things. He liked to write and wanted a place for more words.

I waited until he’d gotten down a thought before showing him what I'd been most excited for. "Things for Sebastian." I’d already started.

· Te iubesc, Sebasti-an

· I was so lucky to find a lost boy in a grocery store

· You always make me feel cherished and safe

"This one is for battling insecurities. You can read my words and know what you mean to me. You've said you struggle with distance, insecurity, feeling emotionally cut off. I thought this might help keep a connection."

"You've made a security journal."

I thought a moment, "I guess. We've hit a couple of bumps and worked through them. I hoped this may help keep it away over distance."

I watched him switch notebooks and read what I'd written. "Anything I write shows up for you?"

"Yes, once the app refreshes.”

Sebastian looked over with the softest smile I'd ever seen on him. "I love you." The softest kiss followed. "I tell you I'm looking for the perfect moment to kiss you and you create it. I tell you I have confidence issues and you tell me everyone hears that voice. I have a panic attack and you push me to take care of myself. I lay out my anxieties, overthinking, insecurity, and history of shutting women out and you don’t even blink. Now you come up with this way to stay connected with old-fashioned love notes." He bobbed his head back and forth. "More or less." He kissed me. "You want me to feel safe and loved."

I took a deep breath, "Partly." I was telling him my plan to battle his stuff so it was only fair I let him in on mine.

He looked at me questioningly.

"I've never been away from some I love for six weeks. I'm going to miss you and it's going to be hard. This is for me too." I am not going to cry.

His hand went under my hair to my neck, "Are you about to cry?"

"I'm trying not to, but the chance of tears Friday about noon is one hundred percent."

I let him pull me close enough to kiss, "I better get busy." He retreated to his side of the seat, stretching out a leg over my lap, and turning where I couldn't see what he was typing on his phone.

"You realize the whole point is I can see what you write."

"Don't refresh yet. I don't think we should tell each other when we add stuff."

I nodded my agreement.

He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth like he was thinking. He typed a bit then looked over, "If I miss you in the middle of the night, I can write you and it will be there when you wake up. I don’t know which I’m looking more forward to. Writing or reading.”

I didn’t either.

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Come Back || G.W x Reader

A/N: This is really just based off some scenes from Descendants 3 that i thought was a lil angsty🤡 and it’s kind of an AU? Where like the muggleborns were separated from the purebloods by a barrier across the black lake instead of VKs and Royals

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n is a muggleborn witch who has trouble with fitting in. She finds an old potions book and one potion seems to catch her eye. It worked, but as they say, ‘All good things must come to an end’

Warnings: Swearing (not too bad tho)

Word count: 2.5k

Masterlist

For many centuries, muggleborn and pureblood (and halfblood) wizards and witches were separated by a barrier, just by the edge of the lake.

Purebloods got the perfect life at Hogwarts while we muggleborns, or ‘mudbloods’ as they would say, got left to live and go to school in the ruins of the previous wizarding war across the lake. It was all like that up until you and your small group of friends were chosen to attend Hogwarts. You thought the negativity in your life would cease

But you thought wrong

People still didn’t accept you due to your muggle parents being the ones to almost expose the entire wizarding world. The muggleborns didn’t appreciate the fact that their families had to be obliviated because of that but they came around eventually.

Unfortunately, it was a bit harder for the purebloods, and you didn’t fit in at Hogwarts. The Y/L/N name wasn’t very popular around the wizarding world since the incident

But when you met George Weasley and his siblings, they welcomed you like they had known you forever, despite the fact that you were a Slytherin, and you grew close

You and George started dating 6 months after you came to Hogwarts but you kept it a secret until the completion of the 1st year.

But things just got worse from there. More people would just send you dirty glares or whisper things about you in the halls because they think you put him under some spell

Everyone seemed to have a thing against you, even the professors. Snape even gave you detention this afternoon and took away 30 points, despite him being your head of house, for talking out of turn

*

You were just about to finish organising the books in Snape’s dusty old cupboard when one fell wide open onto the floor

You picked it up and glanced at the description of the potion on the page.

‘makes the affected become under the influence of having a platonic liking for the brewer. This will only work if they aren’t already like that’

Your eyes went wide. You had found a solution to all your problems (most of them anyway) in this book that belonged to the ‘Halfblood Prince’.

You shrugged, ignoring the name of someone who must’ve been some self-absorbed git, and folded the corner of the page to bookmark it

You went back to organising the last of the books and bolted out of there towards the girls’ lavatory on the 2nd floor, which you learned no one went into cause of Moaning Myrtle, with the worn out potions book in your clutch

You had arrived in such a hurry and had startled Myrtle upon your arrival but you were too focused on gathering your equipment to listen to her annoying rambling

You collected your things from the 2nd to last stall and began brewing the potion whilst thinking of a way to bribe the house elves to put it in the food for the feast

The substance in the cauldron started to boil and bubble up. You carefully poured some into a somewhat large dropper bottle and cleaned up your things.

You shoved the old potions book into my bag without thinking and walked out and towards the entrance to the kitchens

*

It worked!

It had been around a day since you managed to get the potion in everyone’s food

You were walking down the corridor whilst looking for a particular mop of red hair to spend your free period with and noticed that you weren’t receiving the usual negative remarks, but instead friendly glances and soft smiles

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice a certain redhead sneaking up behind you

An arm wrapped around you and a hand went over your eyes. You jumped being obviously startled but giggled when you realised that it was just George

“Hey Georgie, lost your other head have you?” You teased as he retracted and made his way around to your side

He chuckled, “Fred’s with Lee, they’re scheming”

“And you aren’t involved? Bit suspicious isn’t it?” You playfully narrowed your eyes

“Oh don’t be so anxious, love. I just wanted to spend some time with you out by the lake. I heard that someone has a little something set up there for someone very special. Oh and of course there’s you” He snorted while you smacked his arm

You rolled your eyes, “Well come on then, wouldn’t want it getting ruined by some reckless first years now would we?”

“Well of course not-”

“LAST ONE THERE IS A BOGEY FLAVOURED BEAN!” You yelled and sprinted backwards out the doors, so you could look at George

“HEY THAT’S NOT FAIR, I WASN’T READY- WOAH” he loudly whined while he tripped over a sketchy looking patch of grass, landing face first onto the ground

You cackled at the sight and fell onto the damp ground, clutching your stomach. George looked up at you from where his face was just buried with a small playful grimace lingering on his face

He walked over to your shaking figure and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and you shrieked

“George you git put me down! I’m not a sack of potatoes” You wheezed out

“I will when we get to where the stuff is set up”

It wasn’t long until he set you down onto a soft, yellow and white spotted mat with your favourite food and sweets laying on top.

Your mouth was agape and George gave you a lopsided grin that was full of love and adoration

The playful atmosphere dissipated as you stared into each other’s eyes

“This is beautiful Georgie, but what’s it for?” You breathed out, almost too quiet for anyone to hear

“Well, I noticed how everyone has started to be a lot nicer towards you and I just wanted to show you how proud I was of you. Even though you had nothing to do with it,” George smiled, “Besides being the most amazing person ever” he continued

“Hm, such a suck up, Mr.Weasley. I’m starting to think ol’ weatherby is a bad influence on you” You teased and he softly chuckled, going on with his little speech

“I just.. I know how hard it was for you to cope with all the bullying and I’m especially proud of you for not giving into everyone’s bullshit.”

You shifted your gaze down at the mat and played with the hem of your jumper

A thing you did when you were keeping a secret or lying

“I didn’t seem to notice actually,”

Lies

“But now that you mention it, yeah, everyone has been nicer recently” You smiled and George sheepishly beamed back at you

“Anyways, back to the picnic,” George gave a wide cheeky grin, “Let’s dig in, I’m starving” He exclaimed and rubbed his hands together

You snorted at his childlike behaviour coming back whilst he dug into a fried chicken leg

*

You were absolutely stuffed, and judging by the way that George was splayed out on the mat, he was too.

There was a comfortable silence, besides students chatting and laughing in the small distance, until George sat up and blurted out,

“I just remembered! I have something to give you. It’s in my bag” You snickered

He got up and started going through his bag when realisation dawned over you

his bag was under your head

You abruptly sat up in horror remembering the potions book that you carelessly threw in there, “George wait that’s my-”

“What the- I don’t take potions. This must be yours” He gives you a sheepish smile and you let out a breath that you didn’t even realise you were holding in when he went to put the book away

He stopped his actions and mischievously smirked

“Ooh, bookmarked a page have you? Must be interesting then” He smirked and opened the book to the page it was bookmarked at

Your sense of relief was gone once again and you froze, scared of how he would react

His face contorted into a confused expression as he read out, “makes the affected become under the influence of having a platonic liking for the brewer..?”

Your heart felt like it was breaking out of your rib cage

“Y/n what.. Did you use this?” His eyes snapped up from the page to look at you

“I-no. Yes- maybe?” You couldn’t think straight. Your mind was getting clouded with doubtful thoughts

‘What if he breaks up with me?’

‘Will he hate me?’

“Y/n!” You flinched a bit at the sudden noise

“Are you even paying attention to me?” George huffed when you shook your head

“I was saying that you could get expelled for this,” he started to raise his voice, “What the bloody hell were you thinking?!” You flinched again, this time a bit more obvious than the last

“George.. please don’t yell at me- I meant well— You know that” You pleaded

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t stupid, Y/n-” You cut him off when you snatched the book from his clutch

You had enough and you snapped

“This doesn’t concern you, George. I had to do this. You wouldn’t understand, you’ve got a perfect life because you’re a pureblood” You stood up and grabbed the remainder of your stuff

George sighed, “I don’t know if you’ve realised, Y/n, the reason we took you in was because we were like you- are like you. We weren’t accepted by everyone because we’re not as rich as every other pureblood family. We knew how it felt so we took you in. Blood status doesn’t matter. And it would be bloody great when you realise that” he retorted

“Me? The reason I used that potion was because all people see me as is a muggleborn,”

A mudblood

A burden

A waste of space

“And I don’t know if you’ve realised, George, no one cares if you’re not as wealthy as the other pureblood families. The only people that really seem to have something against you are the people in my house. I’ve got them and the rest of the bloody school to deal with” You seethed at the redhead, whose face and neck had gone maroon from the anger building up inside him

You couldn’t handle being around anyone, especially George, so you ran. You ran as fast as you could and you were gonna keep going to until you bumped into Hermione, your best friend

Meanwhile, George had stomped back to the Gryffindor common room whilst muttering, “I can’t believe I trusted her. Probably has me under some spell like everyone else says”

Fred was sitting on one of the lounges playing a game of exploding snap with Ron, when he noticed George’s irritated demeanour

“What’s got your wand in a knot, Georgie? Troubles in paradise?” He teased, earning an unsatisfied huff from George

“Shove off, Fred” he retorted

“Ah so I was right. What seems to be the problem my dear brother” Fred calmly asked in contrast to George’s snappy behaviour

George sighed and frustratedly ran his hand through his soft hair, “Y/n put a potion in everyone’s food to make them like her. I trusted her Fred. I can’t even believe she had the nerve to put that into everyone’s food. What was she thinking?! It was reckless and stupid,” He paced and rambled

“It’s typical of her though. It’s what muggleborns would do-”

“-That’s too far George. You know muggleborns aren’t any different from us. She’s our best friend and your girlfriend. And so what if she put this one potion into everyone’s food? All she wanted was to finally stop getting bullied, it didn’t harm anyone” Fred sighed

“We put potions in people’s food for pranks and it doesn’t always turn out right. Yet, I don’t see Y/n getting mad at you and possibly ending your relationship because of it”

George scoffed, “You know I hate it when you’re right”

“All the more reason to be, Georgie. Now go you git. Find your girl” And with that, George bolted out of the portrait hole, out into the castle to find you

“I just don’t get it ‘Mione.. I thought out of all people, he would understand. But he didn’t understand at all and lashed out on me” You frowned and sat down on the grass by the edge of the lake

“Y/n.. George just doesn’t want anything bad happening, especially to you. He loves you and he doesn’t want you getting sent back over there anytime soon” Hermione begrudgingly replied, not entirely wanting to favour George over you

You didn’t say anything back, you just stared blankly at the other side of the lake thinking of going back. Maybe, just maybe, things would be much easier and better if you went back.

Better for George

He wouldn’t have to be burdened with having you around and having to be anxious about you slipping potions into food or be worried about being seen with you; A mudblood.

“He doesn’t have to worry about me getting sent back,” Hermione peered up from her book, intrigued by your response

“Because I won’t be sent back. I’ll be willingly going back. I don’t belong here, and I was stupid to believe that I wasn’t just a stupid mudblood. I was stupid to believe that anyone would ever really accept me here.” You spat and your anger and sadness resurfaced

“You’re planning on going back? What about our life here? I- What?” She stammered, unsure on what to do about your decision

“It’d be better for everyone else. I love you ‘Mione and I’ll miss you but I’m going back-”

“Well then I’m going with you.” She stood up and started to gather her books

“No, Hermione, I know how badly you wanted to come here to fulfill your dreams. I won’t let you throw all that away for me”

She looked at you with a solemn expression and sighed. She sat back down on the grass and looked up at you as if she expected you to sit with her

You resumed your place in the lush grass and leaned against her shoulder, “I’m gonna miss you y’know, but if this is the decision that you want to make then, I’ll support you all the way. We’ll tell McGonagall tomorrow” Hermione mumbled as you both looked out to the giant squid in the lake

“Don’t tell anyone else, please? I don’t want anyone to know that I’m leaving..” You trailed off as the reality of your decision was finally sinking in

“I won’t. Just promise me you’ll come back? Because you most definitely belong here, Hogwarts is for all witches and wizards, pureblood or not”

“I promise.”

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A/N: SO THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE I’M SO SORRY AND IT’S A LITTLE BIT ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

- E

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Harden My Heart

A/N: This is my entry for Mimi’s one hit wonder challenge! I chose “Harden my Heart” by Quarterfish.

@captain-rogers-beard is an incredible writer and even though I’m far from worthy of her existence and writing talent I decided to take a stab at my first writing challenge! Congrats on 11k!

Y/N Y/L/N format, and no beta so just me owning my mistakes. Bold Italics are thoughts. 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,845 (Ish)

Warnings: Some angst with unrequited love, but there is a happy ending! Language, alcohol use (a lot of it), and some crude humor. Hopefully this comes across as funny as I imagined it.

Summary: A night out with the Avengers is always a bad idea when you mix them with heartbreak and booze.

Enjoy!

Harden My heart

Why did it have to be raining?

Because fate was cruel, that’s why. So here you stood, on the corner of the street under the barely there cover of a random bar’s awning. Waiting, like you always did. The glowing of the neon in the bar’s window reminded you why you were here tonight.

Karaoke.

The bellowing laughter poured out of every crack of the establishment’s walls as you bounced from foot to foot, nearly catching your death in the chilly air. That’s what you had been good at after all. Patiently waiting for one Steve Rogers to make his presence known. He had promised tonight would be different. He promised you. And Captain America never broke a promise.

Right?

~~Earlier~~

It started the same way it always did. Fourth Friday. Eight thirty in the morning. A marathon of meetings going over the end of the month numbers for Stark Industries. Sheets of notes hastily scribbled and multiple cups of coffee ingested. The occasional cough from suited investors and higher management as the illustrious Tony Stark boasted the climbing stock percentages. You had been the eccentric billionaire’s assistant for nearly a year now, and you had come to know that the end of the month was everyone’s least favorite time.

Tony Stark hated Fourth Friday.

The day flew by in a haze, you absentmindedly chewing on the end of your pen deep in thought on the merger that would be taking place next month. Tony assured you that you’d still have a job, but if he had it his way you’d get your own assistant. You weren’t complaining, as the work load kept getting heavier as time went by. Another pair of hands would be extremely welcomed right about now.

The loud sound of a hand smacking the table jolted you to reality, you giving a timid smile to Sam Wilson, his own gap toothed smile spreading across his face.

“Y/N! Welcome back to earth.” You released a chuckle, trying carefully to calm your hammering heart. He loved making you jump, which wasn’t hard as you scared so easily. “You comin’ to team building tonight?”

Ah yes, team building. Tony did this every Fourth Friday. He dragged everyone in the Avengers (and usually you) to do things to “relax” after stressful meetings and even more stressful missions. Your first team outing was laser tag. He rented out a whole roller skating rink once, another time you were roped into inflatable obstacle courses for an afternoon. You partook in paintball and movie nights. You actually came to look forward to the adventures, as it so happened you didn’t have a lot of your own friends. But the team took you in, making you comfortable and never pushing you past your admittedly long list of limitations. You weren’t chicken, but you weren’t stupid either.

But the best part about the team building evenings, and working for Stark in general, came in the form of Steve Rogers. He had been the first to introduce himself to you on your first day working for Tony. He even accompanied you to lunch the whole first week, made sure you met everyone you needed to and answered any questions to put you at ease. Tony had joked that Steve liked taking in strays so they didn’t run away. You didn’t mind in the slightest, and you grew to get on like gasoline on a fire. And that also meant like so many other women, you found yourself harboring feelings for the man out of time. An absolute cliché, but it had been too late to catch yourself when you fell.

“What’s on the docket for tonight Sam?” You asked, staring into your coffee cup and bracing yourself for whatever crazy idea Tony had gotten in his head.

“Karaoke!” You looked up at the second voice, smiling warmly at the tall blond that joined the two of you in the otherwise empty conference room. Steve looked positively delicious in his dark blue button shirt and gray slacks. You had to remember to breathe, choking on nothing when he got closer to you. You would never get tired of the tall drink of water. You swore that man could wear a potato sack and you’d still gladly let him ruin you. “What do ya say Doll, you in? I got your first round of drinks.” He smiled and a whole conservatory of butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He already had ruined you, in a way.

“Depends, you actually going to show up this month?” You cheekily replied, a slight hint of bitterness in your voice. It should be noted that you had been inseparable in the beginning. After you got the hang of your job Steve started inviting you out for coffee. Then he asked you on walks in the morning before he went on his runs. You did everything together for the first six months. Everyone pestered you to find out if you were dating, and you would have jumped at the chance, but he was always quick to fire off that you were just friends. Even though it felt as if he was chipping away at your heart with a pick axe you never confronted him or confessed your feelings. After all, you got to be close friends with Captain America, what more could you ask for?

Then he met Camille.

Three months ago felt like a lifetime to you. Camille Straughton was the daughter of some big wig investor for some company you couldn’t care less to know about. She was gorgeous, her features exact opposite of yours, and didn’t have an insecure bone in her body. Everyone fell in love with her upon meeting her. She was nice to you and you wanted to drop a piano on her. She brought everyone homemade sweets whenever she visited and you imagined pushing her in a vat of hot wax. Alive and screaming the whole way in. The way she said Steve’s name had you sharpening your imaginary pitchfork, torch at the ready.

She was nothing short of perfect, which sucked, and she seemed to have her sights locked on your favorite blond. You didn’t think you were capable of hating someone so much.

Steve told you not to worry. That you couldn’t be replaced. That you were still one of his best friends. Idiot.  So when he skipped lunch with you the first time to grab a bite with Camille you did your best to hide your disappointment from everyone else. Wanda found you crying in a supply closet on the seventh floor five til five and held you until your mascara stopped running. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out why, and you made her swear not to utter a word.

Steve apologized the next day but made a habit of it after that. You eventually got used to eating alone.

When she kissed Steve on his birthday in front of everyone, he returned the favor, everyone “Aww”ed and “Oooo”ed at the now “official” relationship. You took up shooting lessons. Sam and Bucky became increasingly impressed and terrified at your progress. Carol, Maria Hill and Nat dragged you out for a “Men are trash” party and after drinking too much you found yourself crying into homemade cupcakes on someone’s kitchen floor. You made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t cry over him anymore after that. The hangover of the century the next day helped drive that promise home.

Everyone else didn’t notice how you’d managed to become even more reserved, keeping your smiles to yourself in a lock box that once held your heart. Sounds pretty pathetic right? Steve saw you less and less. Tony said he’d come around. That Camille was good for him, but he’d eventually need to come up for air and want to see his friends.

Then he missed team building for the first time. Tony had kittens. Then the second month he missed it Tony slapped Steve’s face on all the coffee machines and milk jugs in the building, looking for the “Missing Blond Neanderthal that sometimes answers to Capsicle”.  By the third time you had accepted the new norm, but Tony screamed so loud that everyone in the limo remained silent for the duration of the travel time to the Drive in theater. A whole forty minutes, not a sound being heard except Tony’s fast and angry fingers typing empty threats into his phone. You learned quickly not to engage Steve in conversation, keeping your replies short and sweet unless you wanted to hear about Camille. Which you most certainly did NOT.

So needless to say you had to cover your obvious shock when he nodded vigorously at your question that cloudy Friday afternoon.

“I promise Y/N. I’ll be there.”

~~Present~~

And this is how you found yourself in slightly damp clothes waiting outside for a little less than an hour, darting your eyes down the sides of the street with an unopened umbrella and slowly diminishing hope.

“Y/N come inside already,” Tony called from the doorway as he pushed the door further out for you, “You knew better than to believe he’d actually make it.”

You shuddered, turning on your heel and walking into the mouth of the rented out bar with a defeated sigh. “He promised Tony.”

“I know, but he’s too wrapped up in her to care about us anymore,” He patted you on the shoulder as you shrugged out of your coat, the knockout outfit you had picked out for tonight falling on blind eyes. “You know she demands that he calls her when we leave for missions and the second we land? How suffocating. Pep would beat my ass if I was that annoying.”

“Bold of you to assume she doesn’t think you annoying to begin with.” His redheaded wife clapped back and you only nodded, not really paying to the conversation after that. This wasn’t the first time you had waited for him in the rain. This wasn’t the first time he had told you something and did something else. You should be used to it. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The first shot of tequila went down like battery acid, Bucky’s look of understanding spurring you on to your new goal of drinking to forget Steve’s empty promises. Screw him.

It was during Sam’s cringe worthy performance of “Danger Zone” that Nick Fury entered the bar, Maria hill accompanying him and nearly dying of laughter when he stared at everyone.

“What the actual fuck? I picked this bar to get AWAY from my job. I just want some damn peace and quiet! That too much for a motherfucker to ask?”

You bought him a drink for his troubles. Maria and you threw back another shot to “Fourth Friday” while Fury kept complaining, sipping his bourbon the whole time.

“Here Y/N, pick one!” Sam slammed a large tome of songs down next to you awhile later, a high pitched yelp jumping out of your throat and landing on the bar with a loud SHIT. “Jumpy much?”

“Get bent Wilson.” You muttered into your glass of whatever fruit drink Nat ordered you. He laughed when you flicked the tropical paper umbrella at him before thumbing through the cracked and water damaged pages. “They should laminate these….” You pulled a face, barely reading the titles. Not that you could make out more than a couple words anyway.

Your gaze zeroed in on a song and you flattened your index finger next to it. “This one. I’ll do this one. But not now, maybe when I’ve had a few more?”

“Whatever you want Y/L/N, shot time?”

The third shot went down like water, as did number four.

Nat, Carol, and Wanda all got up to sing “Girls Just want to have fun” you had politely declined, although you were a girl, you were not having fun. Nor did you want to.

Tony wrapped up the nine o’clock hour with an atrocious cover of “Baby got Back.” The slap that Pepper gave him when he suggested that she “Turn around” and “Stick it out” was heard around the world.

Everyone decided to take a small break from the singing after that.

You toasted Sam and Pepper, who had agreed they needed alcohol to burn Tony’s very dated dance moves out of their memories. You decided against another shot for now, not wanting to overdo it when Stark had planned on closing the joint down. Can’t take him anywhere really.

Thor found you an hour later after belting “I would do anything for love (But I won’t do that)”. You hadn’t moved from your spot at the bar, even when the MC reminded you that after Tony it would be your time to sing.

“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N. Is that a new dress? That color really suits you.” His compliment made you beam in thanks, the same blinding smile that landed you the job and put people at ease. “There’s my favorite smile. Who made you hide it away for so long?”

Did I get feelings for the wrong blond?

“You’re too sweet Thor. It wasn’t hidden, just taking a break. Can’t have it out on display all the time you know.”

“Well you wouldn’t hear me complain if you did. I hate seeing you upset. You doing alright?”

“I will be after another shot I think.”

“Then it must be done! Barkeep!”

You both exchanged shot glasses, fully knowing it would do nothing for the Asguardian but he thanked you none the less. By the time midnight came around you were good and tipsy, clinging to the mic stand for dear life as the room spun around and the small squares counted you in on the screen you desperately focused on. As if you didn’t know the words. You could belt this tune in your sleep.

“Cryin' in the corner, waiting in the rain, I swear I’ll never ever wait again. You gave me your word, but words for you are lies.”

Nat and Wanda cat called you from the side of the small brightly lit stage and you felt your confidence, entirely alcohol fueled, soar. You stood up straight, imagining telling off a certain super solider with the song lyrics with newly found power. Douchey, stupid, hunk of perfect idiot. I’ll show him. I will.

“Darlin in my wildest dreams I’d never thought I’d go, but it’s time to let you know, oh

I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

As you kept belting out lyrics to the heartbreak ballad everyone tried to hold in their amazement. You were so engrossed in your own imaginary confrontation you didn’t catch the very real and very taken back Steve Rogers practically running into the bar, a pained and confused look on his face as he watched the group of heroes sway and cheer on your impressive vocals.

“Where did she get those pipes?!” Sam excitedly exclaimed as Steve neared the stage, the lights far too bright for you to see past the dingy dated monitor.

“I have no idea, but I TOLD you this was a great idea! As all of my ideas usually are.”

Sam side eyed Tony before knocking back the last bit of his drink, shaking his head.

“Darlin in your wildest dreams you never had a clue, but it’s time you got the news. I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

You repeated the chorus and slowly trailed off the end of the song, praising yourself for keeping your pitch in check and not slurring you words to the point of incoherence. The loud clamoring of applause and shouts broke you from your power trip, you giving a small curtsy and taking a large hand off the stage.

When your eyes came to focus on who the hand belonged to you released it as if it had bitten you. Drunken tears welled up in your eyes as Steve appeared in front of you. Without the incredible she-bitch. Your flight instincts kicked in and you promptly turned on your heel and ran awkwardly into the bathroom, heels clicking the whole way as you locked yourself in.

He can’t get me in here you cackled triumphantly, before the dam broke and you started crying your heart out on the hard tile floor. Screw the promise. The booze was more than effective now, your vision blurring from all of the shots and heartache. How dare he show up tonight. What was he playing at? Was he some kind of sadist? As if all of this wasn’t hard enough already. You couldn’t feel your toes due to the heels. So you tore them angrily off your feet and threw them at the door for good measure. Sure showed him huh?

Your thoughts drifted off, the amount of hard liquor finally catching up to your body and forcing you into a unwelcome blackout sleep. You didn’t notice Wanda walk in and levitate your body out of the bathroom ten minutes later, safely putting you into Steve’s arms and telling him sternly,

“You did this to her, you can deal with her.”

You woke up in a bed that was most definitely not yours some time later. Your eyes and throat burned as you groaned, the thunderous banging of your own pulse making you nauseous. You attempted poorly to shield your eyes as the sun glared in through the window without mercy. Where in the hell am I? Checking to make sure your clothes were still on you slowly pulled yourself out of the massively comfortable bed.

Cold hardwood met your feet, eliciting a short squeak from your mouth upon contact. Where the hell are my shoes? Steeling your nerves you were relieved to find the room empty, padding across the floor and inching the door open to the living room. The smell of coffee and hot bacon assaulted your nose and your mouth began to water. The door then decided to release a loud creeeeeaaak causing the subject of your dreams and your most recent nightmares to turn around from the stove.

“Morning sleeping beauty. Rest well?”

He chuckled at you confusion covered face, placing a mug of steaming life juice on the island in front of him and sliding it towards you. “I imagine you could use this.”

“Stop…screaming…head….hurts…” Broken sentences were the best you could manage in your current grogginess, greedily snatching the mug off the counter and relishing the hot liquid climbing down your body and bringing it to life as if it were Frankenstein’s monster. “What…what happened….last night?”

“Before or after you blew everyone away with your singing?” Steve smiled as a blush crept over your face and neck.

“After.”

“Not a damn thing.” He said confidently, turning to the stove to shut off the burner and plate the remaining bacon. “You passed out in the bathroom and Wanda got you out. She blamed me for your knocked out state and demanded I fix it.”

“You know Wanda,” You hastily tried to cover up your embarrassment, waving your hand, “She always has had a way with words.” A nervous laugh echoed into your coffee cup, noting it was the one you had bought him for his birthday. Peachy. This brought back great memories. Not

He placed a plate of food in your line of sight, complete with a couple aspirin.

“Where…where’s Camille? I don’t think she’d be okay with me sleeping in your bed…”

He shrugged, “Well we broke up last night so I honestly don’t care what she thinks anymore.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, the fork loosely hanging in your fingers mid bite.

“Oh Steve I’m…”

He waved you off. “Don’t say it. We both know you and everyone else were hoping we’d end things. It was exhausting living up to her expectations of me, so I called it quits.”

You nodded, chewing your food as he began to pick at his own. “I can understand that. Relationships shouldn’t feel forced.”

“You’re damn right.” He sighed, taking a bite of bacon and looking at you. “I can’t believe I let her control me so much. I’ve missed everyone. I’ve missed you so much.” He let out a bitter laugh, “Why do I always date the crazies? My dumb luck right?”

“Hey love makes you do crazy things Steve. And your luck isn’t that bad.” You offered a small smile, to which his frown deepened.

“Oh yea?” He questioned, folding his arms and staring you down, “If my luck isn’t so bad then why am I not dating someone like you?”

You stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head. “Ex…excuse me?”

“Did I stutter?” He asked simply, knocking the air out of your lungs as you clung white knuckled to the marble. You stared at him in a stunned silence as he merely shrugged as if it were nothing, “You’re kind, massively intelligent. Beautiful without trying. All of my friends already like you. You don’t belittle me or try to control every aspect of my life. You don’t make me contemplate murder on a daily basis.”

Another deep sigh and agonizing silence before he spoke again, his voice cracking slightly,

“If someone like you would even think about dating me, I’d be the luckiest man I know.”

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Months of emotions poured out of your mouth, your laughter on the edge of sounding like that of a lunatic’s. But you couldn’t stop, tears springing to your eyes as you held your sour convulsing stomach. It was Steve’s turn to look stunned.

“You....you moron!” You accused between giggle fits, “I’ve been in LOVE with you for MONTHS!”

Steve started nervously chuckling at that, “You…you are?”

“Yea you big dumb Neanderthal. Where have you been?”

“With the wrong person.”He didn’t waste another second, coming around the side of the island and scooping you up in his arms. His lips met yours and you let out a contented sigh before breaking away from him. “We should probably take this slow. I don’t want to feel like the rebound here.”

“Oh, yea, of course not.” He set you back down on the floor, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as you giggled, closing the distance and relishing how nervous he looked. “Can I…can I ask you out to dinner sometime then?”

“I got no plans tonight.” You offered, watching him with amusement as he did a double take. “What? I said slow not no. I’m not going to let you get away again, Captain Rogers.”

“Tonight it is then.”His arms found his way around you again as he pulled you into a hug, chuckling softly into the side of your neck. “So last night….were you…were you singing about me?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I deserve that I suppose.”

“Damn right you do.”

End

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[kirishwima]

Male Mc headcanons,, please,, And mc could be like the same height as female mc just because it would be funny.

a short male MC it is! idk why but i imagine him to be v feisty and will break someone’s kneecaps if they mention anything about his height.....maybe that’s just because im also short tho lmao

ZEN:

* He’d probably have the hardest time out of all of them accepting that MC’s a guy

* The potential there’d be if MC was a cute girl.....woe is he.........

* It’s not that he can’t appreciate a good looking guy; it’s more that he’s probably never felt attracted to another man and this dude stirring up all sorts of trouble with his big and cheery personality in the messenger, and the sweet way he cares for Zen makes him feel Some Sorta Way he can’t really name

* When MC comes to Zen’s apartment and he opens the door for him he looks straight ahead....only to see nothing and have to look a little further down instead, only to meet MC’s grumpy face as MC realises just how much taller than him Zen is

* If Zen even tries to mention their height difference he will get a kick in the shins and a ‘it’s you that’s freakishly tall okay! Have fun knocking your forehead onto door frames and stuff’ along with a huff that okay, why is Zen finding another dude’s huff to be this freaking cute?!

* He’ll eventually come around to the idea of liking another guy, and he’ll probably be just as posessive as he’d be with an MC of any other gender; if anyone even looks at his MC funny they’ll be met with Zen’s Death GlareTM

* Will brag about his boyfriend to the press, which would probably make the entirety of his fandom on tumblr scream tbh 

JUMIN:

* He....literally doesn’t care? Lmao

* This dude is completely indifferent to gender, he’d never think twice about wether MC’s a man or any other gender.

* When MC comes to his penthouse, he’s shocked and delighted to find this short man on his doorstep. He’s like a little cat!

* He wouldn’t mention their height difference, careful as to not offend MC, but he’d point it out in subtle ways, be it helping MC grab something from a higher shelf, or hugging them from behind and resting his chin on the top of their head

* There’s only one, very very significant difference to the fact that MC’s a man...

* We now have an answer to Does Jumin Han is Gay

JAEHEE:

* ??? Doesn’t care???? 

* Pretty much same as Jumin more or less

* It took quite a while for her to even start to look at MC from a romantic perspective, so  she didn’t really care about neither their gender nor appearance

* It might’ve been really hard for MC at first when he was falling for Jaehee-seeing her constantly mention how beautiful Zen is with his tall frame and long legs was a big hit to MC’s ego, as he looks to his own height

* When he and Jaehee get together though, she assures him she couldn’t care less about how tall he is-she doesn’t love him for his appearance, she loves him for who he is and for the inner beauty he’s shown her

* Besides, she finds it endearing almost how they’re pretty much the same height. They’re the cutest couple around!!

* He’ll try and do the ‘grab-that-thing-that’s-too-high-up-for-you’ thing only to fail miserably, which would probably lead to a fit of giggles from Jaehee as she leaves to bring one of the stools they keep around the coffee shop to help them reach high-up items

YOOSUNG:

* Like Zen, he’s also really shocked to realise he’s falling for a guy

* It’s not that he cares about gender much; he’s had crushes on both men and women before, but this would be the first time he’s actually dating a guy well, daitng anyone really

* He’s also a short guy so it’s perfect!!

* If he’s even a little taller than MC he’ll never shut up about it-even if it pisses MC off, he’ll just be happy to tease him and call him his pint-sized boyfriend, much to MC’s dismay

* He’ll brag about MC to his online friends, and if anyone even dares to make the smallest negative comment, they’ll be immediatly and magically (*cough* Seven *cough*) expelled from any and all interaction with Yoosung, as well as have their social media accounts suddenly full of NarutoxSasuke fanfiction links

SEVEN:

* He’s a raging bisexual, so his flirting and memey way of talking would be the exact same as if MC were any other gender!

* He’ll definitely try and get MC to crossplay with him; if MC agrees he’ll make them into the prettiest looking pair of maid cosplayers and send a bunch of photos to the RFA group! If not well, Seven will be happy to crossplay just for MC *wink wonk*

* Loves his short boyfriend so much!! He’ll make short jokes all the time, even if he gets an elbow to the ribs each time he does so within MC’s vicinity

* He’ll absoloutely crouch down when talking with MC to ‘hear them better’

* MC keeps promising Seven he’ll protect him from anything and anyone that ever dares try to harm him, puffing his chest and standing tall across Seven which...barely brings him to the height of Seven’s shoulder, and who’s he trying to kid, he has the cutest little protector in the whole wide world!

* LOVES to pick MC up like a sack of potatoes and just take him with him around the house. He’ll be certain to use MC’s short frame to his full advantage~

V:

* Oh

* Oh nO

* This boy is t a l l, he’s a mini-giant, and he has bad eyesight....which is a big issue when he and MC meet face to face....

* ....mainly because he absoloutely failed to notice MC right in front of him and stumbled straight into him, throwing them both down to the floor

* Like Jumin, attraction has nothing to do with gender for V, so he doesn’t care at all wether MC’s a man or any other gender. He also genially doesn’t care about appearances at all, this sweet boy is all about the soul and inner beauty.

* He never means to insult MC about his height, but it often accidentantly comes acrosss that way, be it by his constant offering to help with things that are out of reach for MC, or by the fact that he often leans his elbows onto MC’s shoulders, using him as his own little restpost.

* MC can’t even be really mad though....V loves him so much for who he is, tall or short and MC just loves his freakish giant boyfriend just as much

* Although he’d have to ask V to lean way way down everytime he wants to kiss him, which’d be embarassing as heck for MC lmao

This was harder than I thought orz, im not used to writing for MC as a specific gender ;u; hope you like it nontheless~

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Gordon 👀

GOOOORDON FREEMAN,,, IN THE FLESH,,, OR RATHER,,, THE HEV SUIT,,

Favorite Thing About Them

There’s a LOT of things I love about Gordon but Dad Gordon is one of my FAVORITES. I feel like it explains a lot about his character? Like he just goes with what most people say, i.e. “I had a wife but they took her in the divorce!” and “Drink soda, it’ll help you SEE faster!” and “Its okay, I’m not human” and that entire thing about Bubby being able to turn into a car. It could be that he’s too tired to deal with it but y’know I like the idea that Gordon is just used to hearing a LOT of just utter nonsense from Joshua because kids and their imaginations are WILD so he just hears half of this stuff and goes, “Yeah okay, that’s great” because it’s his dad-instincts to just go with it.

Least Favorite Thing About Them

I feel so bad because pretty much everyone bullies him (myself included-) and holy shit that poor guy needs a break- p l e a s e someone give him a break- he’s so stressed all the time he needs more Gordon Happy Moments-

Favorite Line

I know a lot of people love this but “One, two, three, GORDON!” Just makes me laughhh. Gordon’s just a dorky dad at heart.

brOTP

Gordon and Coomer! They have a LOT of great canon interactions and I love em! Anytime I see Gordon and Coomer hugging, I gain +1 life. They’re just really sweet, y’know?

OTP

Surprise to no one, Frenrey. Let’s talk about Gordon Pining because it is the GOOD stuff. I like the idea that Gordon has pre-existing feelings for Benrey but has zero idea they exist until either A: Someone points it out or B: They become too strong to ignore. And then Gordon immediately has an, “OH SHIT I LIKE BENREY??” Moment that sends him into a crisis and he starts hardcore pining after that. Benrey knows he’s acting weird but is clueless as to why. Mutual pining because they’re both idiots? That’s the stuff.

nOTP

Uhhh I can’t think of anything to be honest?

Random Headcanon

I love the idea of Gordon being a jock-nerd and that he’s got a dad bod and he’s STRONG. He’s not as strong as Coomer but he can and WILL pick you up if you tempt him. Benrey finds this out one morning when he refuses to get out of bed and taunts Gordon like, “You’re gonna have to make me” and is NOT ready for Gordon throwing him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes without hesitation. Everyone forgets that Gordon, as a Dad, will not back down. If he can manage to get Joshua to bed when he’s refusing to lay down because he wants to stay up all night rewatching cartoons, then he can put his foot down on pretty much everything else. You cannot break him. Gordon’s both survived Black Mesa and fatherhood (which is ongoing). He can survive anything.

Unpopular Opinion

I never know what to say for these things, I don’t think I got any?

Song I Associate With Them

Gold By Imagine Dragons because I especially feel like it could apply to Player Gordon watching all the AIs around him turn sentient, you get me?

Favorite Picture Of Them

Gordon “Fetal Position” Freeman

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[rayofsunas]

under my skin — gu yanzhen

A/N: sooo, I saw this ad for this show and I started watching it and can I say... it's so good so far and I'm only 6 episodes in out of 48... Please don't spoil anything for me. The event of things are out of order, it'll be my own imagine and what I want basically. anyways enjoy!

Pairings: Fiancé! Gu Yanzhen x Fem! Fiancé Reader, Qu Manting (mentioned), Zhuang (OC)

Summary: your fiancé is always getting into trouble, and it seems as though going down to the police station to free him from a cell doesn't help his liking towards you.

Warnings: arranged marriage, swearing, angst, teasing, anger issues (somewhat), slight spoilers (although not really if you've already seen the show), there might be typos (I edited it twice, but possibly could’ve missed something), very longggg

Words: 2,426

Isn't he gorgeous? he reminds me of Levi from Attack on Titan.

"He's where?" You snapped at your mother who tried to stop your pacing form, though it wasn't working each time she gripped your upper arms tightly.

"I know," her head shook disapprovingly, eyes wandering briefly to the floor below you, to without a doubt think about what was to come. "That boy is trouble. But Yanzhen's father is rightfully embarrassed and will not go down to the station to retrieve him."

Your eyes rolled. This had happened far too many times already, and your name along with Yanzhen's had been like a household name in the police station. It was growing annoying, embarrassing and quite frankly you were sick of having to go in there to retrieve him because of his childish behavior.

"Do you know how embarrassing that is for me as well!? Bailing my fiancé out of jail for some stupid stunt he pulled — once again! — isn't something I enjoy doing." You explained, your voice not dialing down at all in your father's office you and your mother argued in.

"It would seem weird if his fiancé didn't show up to bail him out of jail."

"It's arranged," you exclaimed for the one-hundredth time with a pointed finger. "It's not real." Your mother's eyes rolled clearly annoyed. "And he doesn't want to see me, and rightfully I feel the same way. Not after he pulled that little stunt with Ms. Qu two months ago, when he's supposed to be loyal to me as his fiancé."

"It's arranged," your mother mocked your previous comment, using it against you like she always did. She wasn't wrong though. "Isn't that what you just said?"

You stopped pacing, flabbergasted by your mother's somewhat smart-ass retort. Clenching your fists at your side, you tried to conceal your growing anger.

"Yes, but that's beside the point! He's supposed to look loyal to me. Sweeping another woman off of her feet and throwing her over his back like a sack of potato's looks skeptical!"

The short woman's eyes enlarged, growing orbs now transfixed on you. "As for the Manting incident, I understand where you're coming from. But he's your fiancé, soon to be husband. People would start to talk if you didn't do this."

"Am I supposed to just be 'loyal' to him and get nothing in return? He makes me look like a fool, mother!"

"Y/n—" You immediately interjected what your mother was saying. "Mother—" Your mother's own stern voice broke through your heated rage by saying, "Unless you want to be the laughing stock of the town, I suggest you do this. Not only for yourself, but for your future husband."

—

"Stupid Yanzhen. Always getting in trouble, always bringing me into his fucki—" your eyes enlarged and you paused mid-sentence as soon as your eyes scanned the room to see the devil himself, looking pretty comfortable in a chair, definitely not in a cold cell behind bars like your mother had exaggerated only thirty or so minutes ago.

You ignored the gasps and silent whispers from the male officers as you strode into the room angrily, not evening paying attention to the fact that they were hypnotized by you and your aura.

Your heels clicked against the wooden oak floor and that seemed to catch everyone's attention, even Yanzhen who briefly looked up from the game his eyes were focused on, before looking back distastefully.

That prick... was just sitting around playing games while you faced the consequences. You were supposed to attend a party tonight as a couple. It would be one of the last outings together before you were a married couple, and he was here playing games...

To say the least, you were fuming with anger and so much more than that. Why did you have to be engaged to a troublesome prick? Why did he have to be so childish...

Approaching the table he was sitting at, the officers surrounding him immediately dispersed away from around the table and stood back.

Concealing then distasteful, a furious look on your face, you allowed a forced smile to paint across your lips.

"What're you doing here, my love?" You asked sweetly, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, hoping to not come off as bothered and pissed. You had an image to keep up, and your fiancé wasn't going to ruin that image for you.

Yanzhen glared at you with his sharp daggered eyes, before focusing back on the game before him, completely ignoring you.

One of the head officers chuckled nervously, before taking a brave step forward to greet you. "Good afternoon, Ms. L/n."

"Afternoon, Shang. Has my fiancé caused you any trouble?"

"N-No, not nearly as much as last time." The older man laughed nervously again, clearly lying straight through his teeth.

You laughed distastefully, turning to fully face the officer, your dress moving with you.

"If it's alright with you, I'm here to bail Yanzhen out." A cheery smile replaced his annoyance. He was more than pleased to have Yanzhen out of his station.

"Yes, yes. It's quite alright!" He sounded so happy, while on the other side of you, Yanzhen snorted. Nodding in agreement with the officer and ignoring the noises coming from Yanzhen, you reached into your pale blue dress' pocket and pulled out your small purple pouch that held coins.

"Will this do?" You asked, arm extending to hand the coins over. Before the head officer could grab the coins from your slender hand, a large hand enveloped your own, stopping you completely. Your face flushed red, not with embarrassment but with anger. Looking up to see who stopped you, a handsome face of a giant appeared. A sigh escaped your mouth. You were doing Yanzhen a favor! Why couldn't he just accept it just one time?

"I don't need you to pay for me." He whispered lowly, keeping his eyes on the officer as he did so. He was just putting him even more on edge than he already was. You scoffed in annoyance, getting to your peak of anger.

"She's your fiancé, Mr. Gu. If she's here to help, y-you should—"

Yanzhen raised his hand, silencing the kind older man. "Here." The dark-haired handsome man reached into his own pants pocket to dig out a handful of coins, and he shoved it in the officers face.  The officer didn't even have enough time to react, and the coins went falling to the floor, making clanging sounds as soon as they landed. You rolled your eyes at his disrespectful behavior: thinking he could just pay his way through life and be rude all while doing so.

"B-But, Mr. Gu—"

"Good. Now I'm leaving." Without looking back, Yanzhen brushed passed you and towards the doors of the station. As he was walking the air in the room seemed to tense. You weren't going to stop him. You just wanted to get him out of here as soon as possible. As soon as he was gone though, everyone around you seemed to feel the stressful weight off of their shoulders. Sadly for you though, you had to go home with that bastard.

Your head dropped in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry about that."

Staring at the coins on the ground made you, even more, angrier and just reminded you of that bastard's behavior. Bending down, you began picking up the coins.

"Ms. Y/n, it's alright! You don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong." you allowed yourself to hand over the coins to the officer after picking them up. He looked as if he wanted to reject the money, but that only made you realize something.

"I know, I just— here," Handing over another handful of coins which happened to be yours, you gave him and the staring men behind him, an apologetic smile. "It's a lot of money, but you all deserve it. You should go out for drinks tonight." You explained thoughtfully. "Think of it as a tip."

"For what?" One of the younger officers piped up, confused on why you were giving much more than you needed.

"Dealing with Yanzhen. I know he's very... stubborn and childish. Troublesome too." You flashed him an apologetic smile, hoping he didn't hold any ill feelings, though you wouldn't blame him if he did. "You deserve it. Share it with your men," He smiled kindly. "

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n. You're too kind." Bowing to the men, they also repeated the action before waving you off sweetly.

The walk to the door and eventually to the black car waiting outside for you felt so short, and in reality, it was a short walk, but you wished it'd of been longer. You didn't want to face your fiancé. He'd surely piss you off once more, resulting in an argument. And frankly, you didn't want your mood to turn sour, it would ruin your night at the part later on.

As soon as you got outside like you predicted, Yanzhen was waiting inside the sleek black car for you.

You could see him impatiently waiting in the backseat, his leg bouncing furiously and his eyes rolling every now and then, probably thinking of you or what has just happened in the station. On the other hand, the chauffeur in the front waited much more calmly and much more patiently.

As soon as you slid into the back of the car beside, that same tenseness entered your body like a rush, once again. He scooted as far away from you as possible, and out of spite, you found yourself doing the exact same thing. Your legs crossed as you did so, your left one laying over your right, and you couldn't help but let a frown.

Your eyes couldn't help but scan Yanzhen's face in the glass reflection, you scoffed even more.

"I was supposed to be getting ready for a party that we were invited too as a couple," your gaze lowered down to your lap, eyes glittering with red flames of anger. "And you were here playing games.

A smirk appeared on his face, and your eyes rolled.

That sick bastard.

"I'm wasn't playing games. You see, I was actually locked up. And the party isn't for another few hours, I don't see the problem."

Humming to yourself, sarcastically you asked, "How'd you get free?" Your tall fiancé shrugged his shoulders.

"Easy. I didn't do anything wrong. They realized that."

"They don't want you in their station, you did something." His tongue clicked in annoyance. "Also, you're expected to attend the event as well, so please go freshen up. You wreak like alcohol.

Scoffing you snapped, "I don't understand how you can drink at this time of the hour. It's so early, Yanzhen." You complained, jumping a bit when the car came to a halt. Peering out your window, you realized you'd finally made it home.

"I don't understand how you can be such a bitch this time of the hour." He hopped out of the car with ease and stalked off towards the house nonchalantly. You silently climbed out of the car, swinging one leg over the other before finally landing on the gravel and dirt below you. A heavy frown formed on your face and your heart seemed to melt, not in a good way either. He always found a way to get to you. No matter what he did, said or even didn't do.

"Such a beautiful woman shouldn't frown." A sudden voice startled you from your thoughts. For a second, you almost thought it was Yanzhen, but then repeated the globe in your head and turned to see none other than Yanzhen's driver, Zhuang. You sighed, but nonetheless, allowed a small smile to replace your frown.

"Thank you, Zhuang."

"Don't worry, he'll let up. I've known him almost his whole life, he's always been a little stubborn, troubling boy."

"I understand the circumstances of your relationship. But, I think that within time, you two will grow to deeply love each other," you wanted to shake your head, you wanted to rebuke what he was saying, deny it. But then he suddenly said, "You two remind me of me and my wife and me when we were your age."

"Really?"

He laughed joyfully. "Yes. My wife was very much like Yanzhen. She wouldn't admit her feelings and was often cold towards me; we often bickered too."

"He doesn't have feelings though." You shrugged, gently shutting the cars door and standby straight in front of Zhuang.

"Trust me. Any straight man who isn't blind could see your beauty, inside and out." You blushed as you began walking towards the house, the older man followed beside you. "He should be proud to be engaged to such a beautiful, intelligent young woman."

I guess he was right in some way, although you couldn't exactly explain why. Yanzhen should start to learn how to appreciate you, and you could return the favor.

"I can tell you want to make it work. But you get furious with his behavior, but I think in the end, you can balance out his behavior."

"I guess I can only hope so, Zhuang. Thanks for the talk, it lifted my spirits a lot." You kindly thanked, adding a bow as you did so.

Zhuang accepted the smile "Alright. I will be ready for you and Mr. Gu when you're ready to leave for the event."

You nodded, thanked Zhuang once more for his kind words, and trekked into the house.

—

"Can you at least smile and make it look like you're enjoying yourself? Jeez, you kill the mood." Exclaimed Yanzhen who you stood next to at one of the many tables loaded with liquor.

"I'll smile once you stop barreling down bottles of whiskey. It’s quite embarrassing.” You exclaimed, ignoring the looks of guests staring at you from across the room, probably awaiting either Yanzhen or you, maybe both, to greet them.

"I'm a gentleman when I'm drunk, and you know it." He sarcastically cheered. You snorted, remembering your talk with Zhuang earlier. Maybe getting along with him for a little bit won’t be bad, right?”

"I guess so. It's kinda sad that you're actually nice when you're drunk. Too bad you're not like that when you're sober."

“You’re so annoying.” He whined, setting the large glass down before throwing his head back and tossing the amber liquid to the back of his throat.

"And you're about the only person on earth, that can get under my skin and really piss me off."

#gu yanzhen #arsenal military academy #ama #gu yanzhen x reader #gu yanzhen imagines #gu yanzhen imagine #gu yanzhen scenarios #yanzhen #yanzhen x reader #arranged marriage #au #not kpop related #chinese drama #chinese #drama #angst #fluff? #au! #manting #qu manting

[nerdy-bookworm-1998]

The Annual Cookie Baking Bonanza

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, background Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter Summary: Day 2 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The reader wakes up early to bake Christmas cookies only to be sent back to bed once Bucky, Sam, and Steve arrive back from a mission. Words: 1071 Warnings: Fluff, implied sexy times, one or two curse words (I think?) If I missed anything please let me know A/N: If you liked this, please leave feedback/reblogs and consider donating to my Ko-Fi and/or Patreon, links are available in my bio. If you would like to be tagged in future works, please send me an ask. Merry Christmas!😘🎄🎅🤶

It's the first Saturday in December and for once no one is on a mission so everyone on the team had elected to sleep in later than usual. Everyone, except y/n who was up at 5 am, dressed in her grey Santa, snowman, and reindeer leggings, and a grey top with 'Cookie Baking Crew' written in cursive and decorated with gingerbread men and a bright red bandana to keep her hair out of her face.

"Friday, please play my Christmas party playlist," she asked the AI, feeling very grateful that Tony had soundproofed all the bedrooms after the incident with Steve and Sharon that everyone agreed never to mention again, yet kept teasing Steve about whenever possible. As Jingle Bell Rock started floating from the speakers, y/n started pulling out mixing bowls, baking sheets, mixers, and other implements as well as all the ingredients she would need before getting to work.

Two hours later and every available surface is covered in cooling racks full of goodies, mixing bowls with different colored icing, sprinkles, and cookie sheets waiting for their turn in the ovens. There is flour, cocoa, cinnamon, and other spices almost everywhere, including y/n's outfit, all available skin, and hair.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam are just coming in from their morning run to grab some coffee before going to shower when they smell the aroma of sugary goodness and see a normally calm and collected y/n running around the kitchen like a headless chicken trying to ice the cooled cookies, pull the just-baked ones from the oven and put the raw ones into the oven.

They exchange concerned, yet knowing smiles with each other then turn back to watch the careful dance. They wait for the split second when her hands are not full to walk over. It's Sam who elects to open his mouth first, "What are you doing little miss cookie baking crew?" he asks with a teasing smile.

She glares at him before going back to what she was doing before they interrupted her. "I'm working on my Halloween costume for next year, what does it look like I'm doing?!" she snarks at him.

"Doll, since when have you been up?" Bucky asks, concern pulling his face into a frown. When she doesn't answer he looks up at the ceiling. "Friday?" he calls.

"Miss Y/L/N has been up since 4:30 am and baking since 5 am, Sergeant Barnes," comes Friday's lilting voice, if an AI could sound exasperated, this one surely did.

"Alright, that's it, I'm officially kicking you out of the kitchen," Bucky says before walking around the island, picking her up and swinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"What the hell, Bucky?! Put me down! The cookies are gonna burn!" she protests back to their bedroom, her fists hitting his back not deterring him in the slightest. He only pauses to open the door and deposit her onto the bed.

After going to start her shower, Bucky comes back to stand in front of his pouting girlfriend. "Don't give me that face, you're gonna burn yourself out if you keep going like this doll. You're up before dawn every day and you only come to bed after midnight. I know that you just want this year to be perfect, but I just want my girlfriend back. I promise you, no one is going to care if a few baubles are off-center on the tree, or a gingerbread man is snapped in half. But the are going to care if you end up in the med-bay because you're running yourself into the ground," he gently cups her face in his hands and kisses her forehead sweetly. "Now, here's what's going to happen; you are going to go take a shower, get all this flour and stuff off of you, then you're going to put on your pajamas, get into bed, and go back to sleep for at least another hour. While you do that, Steve, Sam, and I will be in the kitchen finishing up all the cookies, okay?"

Slowly she meets his eyes and nods. He gives her one last kiss before leaving the room. When he gets back to the kitchen, Sam is pulling trays of baked cookies out and putting the raw ones in while Steve decorates the cooled ones. Bucky jumps in with cleaning the mess left behind from the different doughs.

By the time y/n is shuffling back down the hall in her reindeer slippers and matching onesie after a hot shower and two-hour nap, the kitchen is sparkling, all the cookies have been baked and the boys are finishing decorating the last batch. "Now this is a sight I could get used to," she giggles sleepily.

"Hey sweetheart, how was your nap?" Steve calls out, not taking his eyes off the elf in his hands.

"It was great, thanks for asking Stevie. So, what can I help with?" she asks, shuffling closer to the island and taking a seat opposite them.

"You can just sit there, looking adorable, and drink your hot chocolate," Bucky answers, putting a large white mug with 'Merry Christmas' in red cursive and a reindeer in the woods beneath it, filled to the brim with hot chocolate, whipped cream and mini marshmallows in front of her.

After the boys had each grabbed their mugs and a cookie they all sat together admiring their handiwork. "It's official," Sam announced suddenly.

"What's official?" Bucky asked, faux irritation in his voice as he snuggled closer to his warm girlfriend.

"This has to be an annual tradition, from now on every first Saturday of December, the four of us, and anyone else that wants to join, spend the morning making cookies and drinking hot chocolate. We'll call it The Annual Cookie Baking Bonanza!" Sam grinned excitedly.

"That's not a bad idea, Choclatino. Alright, here's to the first annual cookie baking bonanza of many!" Bucky toasted.

"You know I'm always full of good ideas, Vanilla Ice!" Sam chuckled as he clinked his mug to Bucky's.

"Yeah, like the time you thought it was a good idea to run into Steve's room because you thought Sharon was murdering him with the way he was groaning like the old man that he is?" Bucky teased.

"Hey! I thought we agreed not to mention that again, Jerk!" Steve exclaimed, his face turning bright red as everyone else burst into laughter.

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[stardancerluv]

Homecoming - Part 3

Y/N x L!Joker

Summary: You’ve come to Gotham after quite sometime away.

Warning: Someone gets horribly beat up. (Could be a trigger.)

As you felt the hand you immediately began to struggle. But you were picked up effortlessly as you kicked, someone grabbed your legs.

“The more you struggle, the more it will hurt.”

You grew still at those words. You tried to see your surroundings but they had in struggled managed to put you in a position where you just saw the sidewalk.

“Good girl,” one hissed at you.

You felt your feet touch ground but as soon as you did someone out something over your head. You tried to see but could not see pass the material and someone still held your hands behind your back.

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t want to have to look at her when we do this.” Came the straight forward response.

Fear hit you are hard, “Please...Please you don’t have to do anything.” You whimpered. You began to shake.

“You brought the Joker to Maroni’s door. You have to pay the price.”

“What? You couldn’t turn in response, before you could say anything else a fist slammed you in the stomach. Your knees buckled but the hands holding you kept you upright. You immediately swallowed the bile that came up, but you were not so lucky with the other punches, and the bile that you smelled made you throw up more.

“She’s puking that will teach her.” Hissed the indifferent voice.

“You..you..”you managed to say...you would no beg, you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Quiet bitch.” The voice snapped behind you. “Don’t you even worry about a rescue, the Batman doesn’t care about someone as worthless as you.”

An open hand hit across your face. You saw stars then. Even more burst in front of you as it returned its path. Moans escaped your lips. The pain was somehow not as sharp but then some blossomed on the one side of your face.

There was some shifting behind you and knew hands held you, in the back of your mind you knew that would have been a good time to struggle but your strength was gone.

Distantly fear grew in you again as you felt someone tore off the hood. As you tried to blink you realized your eyes could barely open. Real fear began to uncoil in you as you felt them tearing and opening at your coat.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Came a voice behind her.

“The boss said scare her real good.” He chuckled, it was a sickening wet sound. “That’s what I plan on doing.” The hands that held her pulled her closer.

Trying to make out the guy who was in front her didn’t help. All she could make out in the haze of pain was a big hulk of a man as he tore at your clothes.

“We don’t need to go this far.”

“I want to, she never gave me the time of day, she needs to learn a lesson.”

You heard something metallic snapping sound. Then after some resistance your shirt gave way, followed by your bra.

“Please.” You mumbled.

He chuckled again. “See, she doesn’t mind.” A hot hand touched your skin, you desperately wanted to struggle but you couldn’t.

“You are disgusting.” The voice behind you spat out.

Vaguely, you looked up the best you could as movement caught your eye behind the guy in front of you,

“Is this what he has you do to girls?” Came a raspy voice.

“What do you want freak?” As the man in front of you.

A loud crack filled your ears followed by a burst of light. Something hot and wet hit your face.

You fell like a sack of potatoes to the as hands let you go.

“I...I only beat her up.”

“You did enough.” Then there was another large crack.

“Oh Bunny.” The raspy voice said. Then the world drew warm and fuzzy then blackness embraced you.

****

You awoke with a start making shoot up to a sitting position but pain, made you wince all over and you laid back down.

“Ahh,” a sucking, clicking sound came. “Bunny, you’re awake.”

Turning, to voice surprise filled you as the Joker was hunching forward in the chair beside your bed. Then you looked around and stopped. You brought a hand your head as dizziness struck you.

“Take it easy. Let’s not hurt yourself further.” He licked his lips a few times as he came to sit from the chair to the edge of your bed. You were able to make out he was in his slacks, vest, dress shirt and that his tie was loose around his throat.

Then it hit you all at once. “What are you doing here? What..am I...”

A warm gloved hand went to yours and he patted it, looking you saw it was a purple that matched his slacks. With your mind clearing from all the pain, you found it funny that the reporter in you picked up all these details.

“When, I got done talking to Maroni, Y/N I saw you were gone so I lingered.” He made a sucking, clicking sound as he spoke. “I took my time leaving because I realized he probably wouldn’t take too kindly of you bringing me to his office.” He licked his lips, shrugging. “So I waited and followed. Had some a few delays that’s why I couldn’t stop it entirely.” His eyes, for the first time left yours but then they met yours again. “They will never do that again to you or anyone.” The permanent smile, was a grim line.

A tear escaped one of your eyes. As you tried to squeeze his hand, he slipped his hand away and grabbed you his handkerchief and held it out to you. “Here.”

You dapped it but winced. “You killed them?”

He nodded. “I told you I wouldn’t let them hurt you, they did so I took care of the situation.” He barked out a laugh but then stopped and grabbed a glass. He held itto your lips. “Take a slow sip, you need this.”

You gently took in the cool liquid. Never had water been so refreshing.

“I searched in your bag, finding your ID, I brought you home and cleaned you up.”

He took away the glass. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing. I am just glad I finally got there.” He sucked on his lip. “I put you here so you could sleep.” The carved smile, grimaced. “That was a few hours ago.”

You didn’t care of the pain or the fact that he was one of the most notorious criminals in all of Gotham, he rescued and cleaned you up; you wrapped your arms around his and buried your face into his one shoulder. Uncontrollable, sobs came then, distantly you felt his arms wrap around you.

“It will be ok,” He raspily said.

@cheyennejonas22 (wasn’t sure if you wanted to read past the subway scene.)

@ridiculousnerd @mijachula saw you like L!Joker too figured I would share with you. I can tag you in the two other parts.

@obsessedandthirsty (saw your reblog...ty! figured I’d tag you)

#joker #health ledger joker #L!joker #joker 2008 #fanficton #y/n x Joker #part three #Homecoming