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jadegreenimmortality · 3 years

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Doing house chores with Odasaku (and failing miserably)

A/N: Domestic headcanons with Odasaku. This turned out rather comedic?! It's my first time writing for BSD, and for Oda, and just writing in general since a long time, so please be kind to me! Someone said he is underappreciated and now that I have taken my time to take a closer look at his character (so I feel I can write him properly), I very much agree! This is a gift for the lovely @hanazou who has been very kind to me! (♥ω♥*)

Edit: Please don't judge my writing by this work; it was my very first one here and I don't deem it to be very good!

Pairings: Oda x gn! reader

Genre: domestic crack

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Oda decide it's time to do some deep-cleaning of your apartment. None of you admits you don't really know what you are doing.

Odasaku is a grown-up, and even though the maturity of an average 23 year old can be doubted at occasions, he is a very mature individual indeed. It's not like the life he leads has left him a choice in that department. Which means that he is also a responsible human being that knows how to do all the basic house chores. You know - taking out the trash, vacuuming, cleaning the toilet and windows, doing the dishes, etc.

Now, what I am stressing is the knows how to part. Yes, he knows how to, but he doesn't like to do them. This doesn't mean he's a messy person of course. He's very much able of keeping an acceptable amount of tidiness around the apartment, but his job at the Port Mafia is anything but easy. Doing all the little things no one else has time for can add up to being a lot of work in one day and most of the times when he's done with it, he's so tired he either goes to the Lupin bar or just straight up home and to bed.

So when you move in with him, one would expect that keeping the apartment clean gets easier, two people working on it now and such, right?

Sadly, no. You are completely occupied with studying, working, or both (whatever you do) and are equally tired as him when you are finished with that.

So you just try to maintain an acceptable level of tidiness until one weekend, it borders on barely acceptable and you decide that the time has come to properly clean the house.

But! You also decide to make the best out of it and power through together. You'll take care of the kitchen and vacuuming and Oda will clean the bathrooms and the windows.

Oda's love language is quality time as well as acts of service, so he actually grows to appreciate the idea to spend the day like this with you, even though the tasks at hand are annoying. Cleaning together has the advantage that cleaning doesn't require much thought, so when you two are in a room, you just chat away about anything.

The antics from your fellow students/co-workers make him chuckle, and god knows that's not a sound anyone will hear from him often. You are probably even the one to cause it most of the time~

You'll also share deep thoughts on many topics, especially literature I do see him as having a interest in literature in general.

Soon, you begin to notice to that, uhm, cleaning does actually require more attention than expected? When you take a closer look at the windows Oda just presumably wiped clean, they do seem to be...more opaque than before his efforts. What kind of cleaning solution did he use again? But then again - what is he meant to use anyways??

Since you both are clueless, you decide to postpone the matter and move on to new rooms, this time separately.

Oda is a dutiful man, but, as mentioned before, not a particularly devoted cleaner. Now that you are not close anymore, his motivation to do his job is lowered to 'let's get this done as soon as possible'

will probably use the same detergent on all the superficies your poor ceramics

he's almost done when he hears a loud crash from outside the bathroom. You've been vacuuming for quite some time now but it's still loud enough to startle him. He jumps to his feet when suddenly, his gift activates and he sees himself open the bathroom door and rush out - just to stumble over you, entangled in the vacuum cleaner's cable, and fall to the ground.

he proceeds to slowly open the door and lays eyes on just the expected sight. 'How...did you manage to get there? 'is what his face is saying.

He'll detangle you and help you up. He'll absolutely keep a straight face, but will not restrain from teasing you for getting in such a position. Your poutiness will make him chuckle yet again, a deep chuckle that makes your skin tingle no matter the situation I'm getting off-topic

spoiler: it's not the last time his gift will activate that day

Later, you have almost admitted defeat. You poured the soap for the washing machine in the dishwasher how did you not notice the difference and may have cut yourself a few times while trying to clean your cutlery HOW

You're almost done when it happens again. Oda has just finished his cleaning duties with a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat of his forehead. The moment he walks into the kitchen though, to check on you, his gift activates again and he sees you falling from a quite unstable stool, a glass vase slipping your hands, hitting the floor and sending glass shard flying everywhere.

Naturally, he leaps forward to prevent both of you from being pierced by glass and also his beloved from breaking any bones. Such a hero~

A rather high-pitched scream leaves your lips when you feel your feet slip. You are not ready to die yet, not like this! But instead of hitting the floor, you feel a strong arm catch your upper body and wrap around your shoulder. Next thing you know, you are pressed against Oda's chest, your feet steady on the ground. A moment later, a hollow sound tells you he has also caught the vase. Beautiful blue eyes meet your as you look up into Oda's slightly tired, but relaxed face, a faint smile grazing his lips.

"I do not see any vacuum cleaner cable laying around here, just what exactly did you trip over?"

You may bury your face in his chest if you feel embarassed. He'll just chuckle and rest his chin on your head for a moment, enjoying the touch.

And that's the story of how you two settled on hiring someone to clean for you when you will buy, one day, that house at the seaside

A/N: I do not know if this is any good; I do hope you like it though!

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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 3 years

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Roommates - Theo x Reader

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Summary: y/n’s landlord is increasing her rent once her lease is up. She has two options: move out or find a roommate. Theo, coincidentally, is looking for a new apartment.

Word count: 2105

Warnings: cursing, theo being a total house husband

a/n: and they were roommates

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“So then he finds out that Leia is his sister and- y/n, are you even listening?” Stiles cut himself off and looked over to where the y/h/c was nervously bouncing her leg. y/n’s head snapped up when she heard her name, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

“Uh, yeah, of course! I just um, keep going, I’m listening,” she replied unconvincingly. Her odd behavior caught the attention of the rest of the pack - not that they were really paying much attention to Stiles’s retelling of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi - causing the previous conversation to be forgotten.

“Okay, spill. There’s a handful of mostly human polygraphs in here and you’re a terrible liar. What’s up?” Malia grilled, looking at y/n expectantly.

“It’s really nothing, everything’s fine,” y/n squeaked out, her ability to lie getting worse and worse with each word. After receiving another pointed look from Malia, she finally cracked. “Ugh, fine. I just got an email from my landlord that he’s bumping up the rent when my lease is up and I can’t afford to stay there by myself anymore,” y/n ranted. The group, minus y/n, glanced around at each other with frowns. Each and every one of them would drop everything to help y/n, but it just so happened that they were all already stuck in leases or didn’t have any extra rooms at their homes. After a few moments of silence, Theo piped up.

“I could be your roommate and split the rent if you want,” he offered nonchalantly. Stiles looked between Theo and y/n as if they’d both grown two heads. Before y/n could decline the offer, Theo continued. “My lease is almost up and your place is much nicer anyways. It’s a win win,” Theo pointed out casually and leaned back deeper into the cushions.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as y/n mulled it over. It wasn’t a horrible idea. Having a chimera as a roommate was basically like having a top-of-the-line security system. Plus, between being a full-time student and working part-time, y/n was hardly home so it didn’t really matter who her roommate was, just as long as they did their fair share of chores.

“Sure, why not,” y/n replied warmly.

It had been about a month since Theo moved in. Aside from sleeping, y/n had spent very little time at their now shared apartment. If she wasn’t at school or working, she was spending time with the pack, which felt like a full time job in and of itself. Too bad they weren’t getting paid to keep the whole damn city safe. For what felt like the first time in months, y/n finally had an entire weekend off. No looming deadlines from her classes. No long and grueling shifts for work. No supernatural threats.

When she got home that Friday night she dropped her purse by the door, toed her shoes off halfway through the room, and unceremoniously flopped down onto the couch, sighing loudly as she did so.

“Well hello to you too,” Theo called as he entered the room stealthily. y/n jumped, startled by his presence.

“Jesus, I didn’t even know you were home. What are you, a ninja?” y/n asked, chest heaving slightly.

“Something like that,” Theo smirked, earning an unimpressed eye-roll from y/n. Theo moved to sit down on the couch next to her, making sure to leave a respectful distance between their bodies, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “So, you’ve been busy,” Theo began, striking up a light conversation. y/n snorted and leaned her head back into the cushions.

“You’ve got that right,” y/n groaned, running a hand through her tousled hair. The last thing y/n expected when Theo moved in was for him to be willing to hear her vent about school and work, but he actually seemed to enjoy the conversation and company. She told him about her lazy group project members and the sleazy old men who came to the diner she waitressed at. She told him how poetic justice had been served when one particularly disgruntled customer slipped and fell on the drink that he’d intentionally spilled when a waitress wouldn’t give him her number. Theo actually laughed in response to that story, his gleeful chuckle brought a warm smile to y/n’s face.

“I didn’t mean to unload on you, thanks for listening though,” y/n finished shyly. Theo brushed off her comment.

“That was entertaining, thank you,” Theo replied with his signature grin. y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks but turned away before Theo could notice.

“Anyways… as much as I’d love to not move from this couch for the next 48 hours, I should probably clean up a bit. I’ve been a pretty shitty roommate,” y/n grimaced as she forced herself off of the couch. Theo gave her a puzzled look and patted the spot next to him on the couch, rolling his eyes when she seemed unwilling to sit back down.

“You’ve hardly been here since I moved in. I don’t think you’ve eaten a meal here, much less made a mess. Except for maybe your shoes in the middle of the floor,” he pointed out, gesturing towards her anti-slip waitressing sneakers. y/n’s face continued to burn as she moved to kick the shoes towards the shoe rack by the door. Naturally, she turned to sarcasm as a defense mechanism.

“What shoes? I don’t see any shoes,” y/n quipped slyly, waltzing back across the room to once again sink into the couch. Theo chuckled wordlessly at her antics and tore his eyes away from her to look at the TV.

“Friends or The Office?”

As luck would have it, y/n’s free weekend was short lived and the following Monday she was back to her never ending stream of school work and back-to-back work shifts. Fortunately, she was able to run home during her lunch break and wisely chose to use the time for a well-deserved nap. As she pulled out her keys to open the apartment door, she heard mechanical humming coming from inside. Truth be told, she had yet to figure out what kind of roommate Theo was, much less come close to understanding the walking enigma, so she had no idea what she was about to walk into. Was he building something? Did he figure out a way to bring the dread doctors back? Was he doing something unspeakable with a lady friend that would surely scar y/n for years to come?

As y/n mentally prepared herself for the horror movie that she was expecting to walk into, she inserted her keys in the lock. I need a fucking nap, whatever weird shit going on behind this door be damned. She pushed the door open with tense shoulders and hesitantly peered into the apartment. There stood Theo. Not holding any tools, not actively in cahoots with the nightmarish scientists that occupied part of their high school days, and (thank God) fully clothed...

But vacuuming.

Her murderous, half-human, former dirt bag roommate was vacuuming. Like a bona fide house husband.

Theo heard the door softly close shut behind y/n and he turned to face her, unplugging the vacuum machine in the process.

“What’s with all of this?” y/n asked hesitantly, gesturing vaguely to the vacuum cleaner and the various cleaning supplies set out on the coffee table. Theo glanced at the area around him, proud of his work.

“I had some time to kill so I figured I’d clean up a bit. I’m pretty much done now so I shouldn’t bother you if you’re studying or…” he trailed off, giving y/n an opportunity to fill in the blank.

“Ha, I probably should, but no. I will be dead asleep for the next thirty minutes and then I have to head to the diner for a double shift,” she groaned and shrugged off her jacket as she made her way towards her room. Considering the fact that it was only noon on a Monday, y/n seemed far too tired. Theo frowned for a moment and genuinely considered going to have nice civilized chats with her manager and professors. That’s probably a bad idea though. Unless...

For some reason unbeknownst to y/n, her professors had begun to show some mercy in the number of papers and projects they assigned. Her manager at the diner even offered to decrease the hours she worked each week if she was feeling overwhelmed. Theo wore a knowing grin when a joyful y/n came home one day and explained this all to him. If y/n caught his mischievous smirk, she certainly didn’t call him out on it. With all of her newfound free time, y/n decided that she wanted to host a pack movie night at their apartment.

“Alright, the pizza is on the way and Scott is bringing snacks. We should probably get the movie set up before Stiles gets here and somehow convinces us all to watch Star Wars again,” y/n rattled off while she paced the apartment to make sure everything was in order. “I washed a bunch of blankets earlier, could you take them out of the dryer and put them on the couch?” y/n requested as she anxiously walked to the kitchen and began pulling out plates and cups. Theo nodded gently as he popped into the kitchen to check things out.

“Don’t stress too much. As long as there’s people and pizza, everyone will be happy,” Theo said, attempting to ease her anxiety. y/n smiled lightly at his words and took a deep breath. Lately he seemed to have some magical ability to calm her down. Theo left the kitchen to take care of the blankets while y/n put together a makeshift snack bar, complete with plates, bowls for snacks, and beer. The pizza and most of the pack arrived just as y/n and Theo were finishing up with their respective jobs. The pizza delivery boy seemed a little scared by the tall, muscled men and tiny but mighty women surrounding him so she gave him a decent tip and rolled her eyes at her friends’ naturally intimidating nature. After y/n ushered them all inside and set the pizza down on the kitchen counter, she joined the rest of the pack in the living room. To her surprise, the blankets had been neatly set out around the room and folded with expert precision. She sent Theo an impressed smile and winked when she thought no one was looking.

Stiles was the last to arrive and much to his disappointment Ghostbusters had already been set up on the TV. It didn’t take long for everyone to grab food and get situated around the living room, so by the time y/n was done buzzing around the apartment like a madwoman to get everything situated there was only one spot left on the couch. y/n knew that her friends - aside from Stiles - weren’t actively trying to hurt Theo’s feelings, but seeing him tucked into the corner of the couch distanced away from everyone pained her more than she’d admit.

So, she did what any good friend would do. Not only did she gladly take the spot on the couch next to him, but she also casually tossed her legs over his and covered the two of them with a blanket. The action definitely earned her a few raised eyebrows, including from Theo, but no one dared to call them out. y/n was able to easily ignore the sideways glances they earned throughout the course of the movie, mostly because she had fallen asleep about 15 minutes in. By the end of the movie her head had fallen to lazily rest on Theo's shoulder and he had subconsciously pulled her in closer to his side.

After the movie finished and they spent some time catching up, the rest of the pack began to trickle out of y/n and Theo’s apartment. Lydia was the last to leave so she offered to lock the door behind her so that Theo wouldn’t have to move and wake y/n. Lydia tossed out a few stray cups on her way out the door, and because she was never one to tell secrets, she definitely didn’t send the girls a picture of Theo and y/n now both passed out and cuddling on the couch.

a/n: this seemed like a great idea in the shower and now i’m not sure i even like it but i hope you enjoyed :)

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supernatural-jackles · 4 years

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Owe You One - Part 3

Title: Owe You One - Saving You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,141

Warnings: Angst, Self Hate, Nudity, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Sex, Minor Fluff, Self Loathing.

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

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Square Filled : Best Friend for @spndeanbingo

A/N: Here we go! I hope y’all enjoy this part! Please please please, leave a comment, reblog or ask! Your response is very important to me! Happy Reading!

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Three Months Later

“Hey Y/N, it’s me, Dean. Again. Uh, look, we need to talk. It’s been three months since I last heard from you. I haven’t seen you since the night out. I’m getting worried now. I’m stopping by tonight around seven. Have a good day.”

You listened to his words, letting them swirl around in your head as they sunk in. It had been three months since you last saw him. The night of his mom’s party. He called and left messages. Knocked on your door a few times and sent a bunch of texts. You didn’t return any of them. It was for the best.

You couldn’t get his mother’s words out of your head since that night. You were never going to be good enough for the Winchester family. You were never going to measure up because you were the same filth that your mom was. You were bound to repeat history with their oldest son and she was going to make damn sure nothing happened. Hell, you had no idea what had happened. You were clueless, helpless and most of all, you were completely and utterly alone.

You glanced around your messy bedroom, knowing fine well it was time to get up to get ready for work. That didn’t help you move. Your room hadn’t been cleaned in close to two months. You had probably vacuumed about three times. You had clothes everywhere. Your sheets were half on the bed. You had blankets on the floor, and the odd pillow. You just stopped cleaning up and taking care of yourself. There was no motivation in you to do anything. You slept, are the odd meal, went to work and repeat. There was nothing special about your life now that you didn’t have anyone in it.

You rolled off of your bed, your feet landing in what felt to be a sweater that you had worn yesterday or the day before. You couldn’t quite remember. You took a deep breath, searching your drawer for something you could wear that was semi presentable, and not already worn and on the floor. You didn’t have a whole lot of clean clothes left.

As soon as you pulled on your pants and shirt, you slipped out of your room and into the main part of the apartment. Your dishes were piled up in the sink, and all over the counter. You hadn’t bothered to clean anything in your apartment for awhile now. You just didn’t have the energy to put into cleaning up.

You shoved your shoes on your feet, wanting to leave the apartment as quickly as possible to get out before you had the chance to run onto Dean. That was the very last thing you wanted. Especially after the message on your phone. If you were lucky and timed everything out, you’d be home early and you could ignore him like you had done for the last three months. Dean and the rest of the Winchester’s were better off without you.

You hopped on the number five bus that took you straight to the stop right outside your work’s building. You barely gave his beloved impala a second glance as the bus took off down the road. It was filled with the usual crowd. Some in their business suits, others in scrubs. It was always the same people that never said a single word to each other. Not even a hello.

The ride was exactly twenty six minutes. The average amount it took you to get there. This morning, the lady with the stroller didn’t get on, which saved you three and a half minutes. The old man with the big hat got off at a different stop, and a few new faces got on at a stop that wasn’t typically used. It was all so routine. Nothing ever changed.

Maybe that was part of your problem. Your life was so routine now that you were alone. You didn’t run the odd chance that Dean was coming over to hang out because you had shut him out. You didn’t go out. You lived the same daily routine every single day. No change. Maybe that was why you were in the slump you were in. Partially anyways.

You pulled the string, letting the driver know you needed off. You stood up, heading for the side door to get ready to leave. No one looked at you, or even paid any attention to you. They were all staring at their phones, not taking in their surroundings. It made you wonder how they ever got off at their stops.

You stepped out onto the cracked sidewalk, heading straight towards your building’s entrance. You had your key card ready to scan when you walked in. You took a deep breath as you pulled the door open, your footsteps light as you made your way to the front desk. You slipped your card in the slot, hearing the click to unlock the door.

The exact same routine every morning. Your work station as you liked to call it was on the third floor. You had your own little cubicle that you made yours. The elevator dinged as it stopped on your floor. You heard the conversations the second you stepped out and headed into the big room. Your area was to the left of the room, near the conference office.

You arrived at your cubicle, removing your bag from your shoulder before placing it on your desk. You took a seat in your comfortable chair. Your eyes wandered in the same place they always did. The picture of you and Dean that you had there. It was the only picture you had the two of you. You didn’t have the heart to remove it. You loved the picture. He was smiling wide while you were laughing. His younger brother Sam had taken it. What you would do to go back to that day.

“Morning Y/N,” Charlie beamed, handing you your morning tea with a smile. “Your morning pick me up.”

“Thanks Charlie,” you smiled softly at her.

“Are you caught up on The Walking Dead yet?” she asked, leaning against your desk.

“No not yet,” you shook your head. “I’ve been a bit busy. I think I’m six episodes behind now.”

“You are and it’s killing me,” she sighed. “Okay, what about we get together this weekend and catch up. Or have a Harry Potter marathon.”

“I’ll see what I’m doing,” you nodded. “I’ll text you and let you know.”

“Will you?” she cocked her eyebrow knowingly.

“Promise,” you said, looking directly at her.

She gave you a weak smile before heading to the next cubicle with their drink. You let out a breath, turning your computer on. You were just going to focus on getting your work done so you could go home and feel comfortable once more.

Your job wasn’t hard. You worked for a magazine company called Asemodeus and you wrote articles. It wasn’t your dream job by any means. When you moved here, this was the only place you heard back from that the pay was decent. It was better than nothing. You just weren’t challenged as much as you would have liked. It was all a routine to you.

Your column was strictly fashion. Nothing to write home about. You worked with a bunch of other woman who helped get the main parts of the magazine together. Your boss, Abaddon was the daughter of the company’s CEO. She ran this floor and was the one in charge of getting everything done. Charlie worked alongside her. She was in charge of everything Abaddon couldn’t get done. Everyone else was just like you in some sense.

The day was dragging on. You had nothing due. Nothing to research and nothing to write. You were ahead and there wasn’t anything you could help with in anyway. Your eyes kept slipping over to that picture and how he was coming over tonight. He was worried about you. All you could think about was his mom’s words. You weren’t good enough for any of them. What made you think that Dean wasn’t going to realize it at some point? As soon as another woman came into his life, you would be shoved out of his life anyways. You were saving yourself the heartache.

Six o’clock finally came. You shut down your computer and turned your side light off before standing up. You had your sweater close to you and your bag over your shoulder. If you were lucky, you would catch the first bus back to the apartment, you thought to yourself. You pulled your hair out from beneath the strap.

You slipped your card in the slot once more, signing out for the day before pushing the door open. The cool March air filled your lungs instantly. The wind had picked up a little. You were looking forward to spring finally making its appearance.

The bus stopped in front of the stop for you to get on. This ride was shorter than the last one you reminded yourself as you took your seat at the back of the bus. It was a different crowd on this route compared to the morning round. There was a man always on his phone with his wife. Today they were arguing about something which sounded a lot like what to get for dinner. Most of the time, he was telling her how his day went and how much he missed her. He couldn’t have been much older than you by the looks of him. He wore a suit and carried a briefcase. It wasn’t new by any means. A hand me down at best. His suit was one of three he owned. He was definitely just starting out.

Your stop came quickly and before you knew it, you were back out into the cool evening. You glanced both ways, checking for cars coming before stepping out onto the street to cross over. You couldn’t wait to be in your bed. It was all you could think about.

It was just after six thirty when you stepped foot on your floor off the stairs. You searched your bag for your keys. You pulled them out of their spot, finally look up, only to have your heart sink in your chest. Dean was sitting on the floor outside your apartment with his knees up to his chest. It wasn’t even seven yet. So much for getting home early enough that you could avoid him. There was nothing you could say to him. There was no point in conversation.

“Y/N,” he half smiled, getting up off the floor.

“Look, now’s not really a good time,” you said, slipping the keys in the lock as quickly as you could. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.”

“Not even ten minutes?” he asked, his tone almost cold. Not that you could really blame him.

“As you can see, I’m fine. I’m still alive and all is good. I’m just busy. You can stop worrying,” you stated, pushing the door open.

“Y/N,” he breathed out. “Please.”

“It’s not a good idea, okay?” you muttered, stepping inside your apartment. You turned back, finally looking directly at him for the first time. He had a sad, broken and defeated look on his face. It damn near broke you. You didn’t want to hurt him. That wasn’t your intention in the slightest. You were saving both of you from heartache later on.

“You have someone over last night?” he asked, pointing towards your kitchen, furrowing his eyebrows. Shit. Of course he could see your kitchen from where he was standing.

“No,” you shook your head. “I gotta go.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. “I talked to my mom about what happened.” You stiffened at the thought of him talking to her about you. The mere thought of you on her mind, her face turning angry and filling with disgust.

“That’s great. I don’t want to hear it, okay? Please, leave me be,” you said. Your voice laced with defeat. You moved to shut the door closed, only to have Dean’s hand stop it before he entered your apartment. He wasn’t going to give up. There was no getting him to leave now without a fight.

“You’re not okay,” he said sadly. “Are you?”

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he stated. “Your kitchen is a mess which is completely unlike you.” He walked over to the fridge, opening it up. “You have nothing in your fridge, Y/N. Not even a carton of milk. You haven’t done the dishes in what looks like a week or two. God knows, the last time you had a proper meal.”

“I’ve been busy,” you whispered, trying to make yourself small. He wasn’t going to buy a word you were saying. You could see it on his face. Maybe if you kept lying, you’d piss him off to the point where he’d leave. Maybe if you pretended not to need him.

“Y/N, don’t lie to me,” he frowned, making you feel guilty.

“Can you please, just go,” you swallowed hard, not daring to look at him.

“Let me clean up, okay? Go shower and do whatever you do after work,” he told you. You didn’t have to be told twice. You turned on your heel, heading into your bedroom. You shut the door quietly, taking in the darkness that was the room. The curtains hadn’t been opened in months. Dean was going to leave after he did the one thing you couldn’t do. You could handle him doing that. You were tired of fighting.

You shed out of your work clothes, dropping them near the overflowing laundry basket. You never bothered to make sure they were fully in there. It didn’t matter anyways. Your room was as much of a mess as your kitchen was, if not worse. You reached for your pyjamas that you had on this morning, pulling them on your body before slipping beneath the covers of your bed.

You lay your head on your pillow, bringing your legs up to your chest as you settled in. You felt everything, but at the same time, you felt nothing. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. Knowing something was wrong, but not having the slightest clue how to fix it, or the energy to even try. Nothing was going to make you feel any better.

You had no idea how much time had past when your bedroom door opened, letting in a little bit of light from the main part of the apartment. You had no energy to move, let alone talk. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to have to fight Dean on this.

“Y/N,” you heard as the bed dipped down next to you. You felt his hand coming down to the other side of your body. “How bad is it?”

“What?” you mouthed.

“The way you’re feeling. How bad?” he questioned. His tone was light. There wasn’t a single hint of anger or judgment.

“‘M fine,” you replied, nuzzling your head into your pillow a bit more.

“Y/N, please don’t lie to me. This is my fault; I know it is. Please just, talk to me,” he almost begged.

“I would like you to leave,” you asked politely. You couldn’t handle the hurt in his voice. He was worried and you knew it was a long shot of him leaving after he seen you like this.

“Not without a fight, sweetheart,” he half smiled. “C’mon.”

He stood up, throwing the comforter back without your consent. You felt the draft instantly, wanting the warmth back. Before you could reach for it, Dean reached down, pulling you into his arms, lifting you out of bed. You could barely protest as he carried you into the bathroom. He placed you down on top of the counter before flicking on the light.

“Alright, arms up,” he pointed to your shirt.

“Dean,” you shook your head.

“I’m going to say this as nicely as possible. You smell terrible. Now arms up. We’re showering,” he explained.

“I don’t want to,” you protested, casting your head down.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Then you can go for a bath instead. You can soak in there while I clean up your room.”

“No,” you refused.

“Y/N, please,” he declared, raising his voice just a little. He turned away from you, reaching your tub. He turned the nozzle, beginning to fill up the tub. He grabbed the bubble bath from the shelf, adding a good amount into the water before testing the temperature. He never uttered another word to you. You knew he was irritated with you, and you did nothing to make that any better. You were pathetic. Why was he sticking around?

When he was satisfied with the bath, he made his way back to you. This time, you didn’t protest. You weren’t sure you had any fight left in you. He pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to him once more. He didn’t look at you with the same lust filled eyes this time. Then again, this wasn’t the time or place. Next were your pants and your panties, which were off quickly. What you weren’t expecting was for him to carry you over to the tub. He was careful when he placed you in the water. It wasn’t too hot. It was the right temperature to provide you with some relief. It felt nice to be in the water.

“I’m going to go clean up,” he stated lowly. For a split second, you didn’t want him to leave you. After telling him to leave so many times. After avoiding him for so long. You didn’t want him to go. If he was in here, you weren’t alone with yourself and your thoughts. You weren’t alone with your fears, and your depression. You would have him here with you and it was a lot less scary if he was here.

“Stay,” you whispered. Your voice was weak and barely even there.

“I’ll just be out there-”

“Please,” you mouthed.

“Alright,” he nodded. “You want me to wash your hair?” You nodded your head this time, not daring to try to speak again. He opened up the cupboard door, grabbing the pitcher from the shelf. He moved to the shower, grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the perch before settling down next to the tub.

You moved to the middle of the tub, giving him some room to work. You brought your knees to your chest, letting him do what he needed to do. He was gentle, which you should have expected but didn’t. He worked in silence, solely focused on washing your hair the best he could. You didn’t want to do anything to make him mad. You just let him do his thing.

You couldn’t deny that it felt good to have him run his fingers through your hair. It was that comfort thing again. Like the way he kissed your head at his mom’s party. It was little things that put you at a little more ease. You never really realized just how much you missed him until you thought about these things.

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he assured you, running his fingers through your wet hair once more. “You want to get out now so we can dry you off?”

“Okay,” you breathed out. You moved your hands to the side of the tub, finding the energy to prop yourself up to a standing position. He reached for your arm, helping you climb out of the tub and onto the soft mat to dry your feet. He wrapped you in one of your warm towels, trying to dry you off the best he could. He held out his finger to you, taking off into your bedroom a second later. You moved the towel around your body, drying yourself off in all the places you knew Dean would miss.

“Clean pyjamas,” he said as he stepped foot in the bathroom once more. Dean took the towel from you, and handed you the clean clothes in exchange. You managed to pull them on without too much of an effort. Dean stepped over to the counter, grabbing your hair brush off the little shelf. What you didn’t expect was for him to begin brushing your hair. You felt useless. You couldn’t even take care of yourself and it took to Dean barging into your apartment to help you for you to actually do something. He had to be thinking about how pathetic you were. How much of a broken fucking mess you were.

“De-”

“We’re going out,” he told you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You furrowed your brows. Where in the hell could he be taking you that you could be wearing your pyjamas. He lead you into your bedroom, heading over to your closest to grab you a sweater before exiting the room.

You followed him into the now clean kitchen. He was setting out your comfortable slip on shoes for you, and he had your bag ready for you. You weren’t really up for going out, but there was no way he was taking no for an answer. Not this time. Even if you tried, you were still going. You were breaking routine, you told yourself. That was good.

He threw his arm around you once more, pulling you into him as he lead you down the stairs and to the impala. The wind had picked up a little more, chilling you instantly due to your wet hair. Dean still opened the door for you first like the true gentleman that he was. You couldn’t wait for him to get in and turn the heating on.

You were on the road within seconds, heading left instead of right, which was what you were expecting. The car heated up pretty fast, warming you up slowly. Dean hummed along to the Queen song that played on the radio. The car ride was pretty silent all in all. You didn’t know what to say to him. You were sure he didn’t know what to say to you at this point. You were a mess. You weren’t his responsibility.

He made another left turn up a road you weren’t sure about. It was a dirt road that went uphill. You weren’t sure how long you were in the car for or where you were for that matter. Dean knew what he was doing and that was more than enough to put you at ease. The car eventually came to a halt and Dean cut the engine. You were at the top of the hill, overlooking the main part of the city.

It was just starting to get dark out and the lights were becoming brighter. You couldn’t stop staring out the window, taking it all in. It was breathtaking. You took a deep breath, letting the calm feeling take over you. It was the first time in a long time that you felt a sense of ease. You didn’t want that feeling to leave you.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Dean said lowly, grasping your attention.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. You could sense that he wanted to say something more but chose not to. Not yet. You knew after everything he did for you, you owed him an explanation. You owned him something. There was no nice way to put any of it. You had no idea why he even cared. After everything with his mom. You knew she didn’t want you around him or any of them. You shouldn’t have been with him now.

“Y/N,” he sighed, almost as if he was defeated.

“I’m not okay,” you confessed. “But Dean, we can’t be friends.”

“Why not?” he questioned.

“Because your family hates me,” you reminded him. “Because for some reason that I don’t know about, they hate me. My existence was enough for your mom to tell me get away from her family. I’m not good enough for you, Dean. Or anyone for that matter.”

“Is- is that why you didn’t answer any of my calls, or texts? Because you think you’re not good enough for me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Partially.”

“I’ve been so fucking worried about you,” he revealed, turning to face you. “And clearly I’ve had a good reason to. Talk to me, Y/N.”

“There is nothing to say,” you shook your head.

“Yes there is,” he pointed out. “Since when do you not have something to say?”

“Since my best friend’s mom hates me,” you raised your voice. “Since the one person I actually got along with was told to break up with me, because my bitch of a mom fucked your mom over in some way that I don’t even know about!” You let out a huff, crossing your arms over your body, trying to make yourself small.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve done something sooner. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“We can’t be friends, De-”

“I don’t give a fuck what my parents think, Y/N,” he stated clearly. “I care about you. The one who stuck by my side even when she wanted to run. I’m never going to leave you behind because my parents feel a certain way. They can go to hell for all I care.”

“I’m not going to be the one to break you from your parents, Dean. I’m not worth it,” you argued.

“I’ll be the judge of that one,” he told you. “I like you and that’s all that matters. I’m not going another day without knowing you’re okay.”

“You said you talked to your mom about what happened?” you brought up, finally turning to look over at him. He gave you a soft smile, motioning for you to move over to him. You took a deep breath, not fighting him this time. He threw his arm around you, tugging you into him, giving you a squeeze.

“From what she told me, she said your mom and her were best friends growing up. From Kindergarten to junior year. She didn’t speak kindly of her, I’m going to tell you that now-”

“I figured,” you shrugged.

“Your mom cared more about her boyfriends that she did about her friendship with my mom. My parents were together in high school. Have been since sophomore year. Apparently they took a break during senior year and during that time, your mom hit on my dad and said a bunch of things about her to him. Their friendship was over after that and your mom took off. I know there has to be more to it, but that’s what she told me.”

“I’m trying my hardest not to be like my mom,” you breathed out. “She made it pretty clear before she died that I was going to end up the same way as she did. A slut who was never going to settle down with anyone.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not your mom,” Dean declared. “You’re not a slut. Trust me, someone is going to fall head over heels for you someday. You’re definitely a little naughty though, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shut up,” you let out a chuckle.

“You are,” he laughed, “I’d fuck you anytime. You’re hot as hell.”

“I’m a mess. You don’t want me,” you half joked, swallowing hard.

“I’d take you no matter what,” he assured you. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”

“You already know you’re the best I’ve ever had,” you shrugged. “Backseat is free.”

“As much as I’d love that, I’m not sleeping with you. Not tonight,” he breathed out. “You’ve clearly got a lot going on and I’m not about to make that any worse for you. Just, don’t shut me out again, okay?” he said, nudging you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Things just got dark, you know? My head got the better of me after that night and I just kinda stopped. Everything whirled around in my head and I convinced myself you were better off without me. After that, I felt trapped in a loop. Everyday was the same shitty routine. I didn’t want to talk to you because of what happened, and I worried that because your mom told you to break up with me, you were going to leave me in the end anyways. You deserved a better friend that your parents didn’t hate. On top of that, I never told you that I have bad anxiety and a bit of depression all wrapped up in this tight little box. I’m a mess nine times out of ten. And everything with my mom and growing up - I figured I’m only good for a night between the sheets and nothing more.”

“You are worth a lot more than that, sweetheart. I can promise you that,” he stated, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You might have a few dents, but you aren’t broken and you aren’t a mess. You’ll always have me, no matter what. I’m right next door, neighbor.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, swallowing hard. You leaned your head over, resting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible person the last three months.”

“You do owe me a birthday present,” he joked. “I get it. I don’t mind helping you clean up your apartment when things get to be too much. I don’t want you to feel like you have to shut me out. I’m always here for you. I don’t care about what my parents think. You’re always going to be my friend. I’m not a kid and I can make decisions for myself.”

“I might need you to remind me of that from time to time,” you shared. “I’m not going to be okay all the time. I’m never okay all the time.”

“I’m a phone call and probably about twenty two steps away. Anytime,” he assured you.

“Can - can you stay over tonight,” you inquired. “I don’t really feel like being alone. Not after three months of it.”

“Only if I can sleep in your bed. I’m not sleeping on the couch,” he chuckled.

“Yeah you can sleep in my bed,” you nodded.

“Good. Your bed is comfortable,” he smiled. “We’ll get your room back in order this weekend.”

“Thank you for being a good friend, even if I’m a shit friend.”

“You’re not a shit friend, Y/N. You thought you were doing what was best for you at the time. You’re overprotective of yourself and I get it,” he smiled. “But remember I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you breathed out. “Thanks for caring.”

“Always!”

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J’Tadore Vous Part 4

0_o Inspiration was hard to find, so sorry this took soooo fraking dang long!! Writer’s block and life just got in the way.

Augh. Edit: I am truly an old soul. I wanted Y/N to actually write things down on paper at first and then I was like, no, that’s not what a millennial or someone actually living in this time period would do (Unless they’re me or a Boomer I guess?? IDK). I am not obsessed with my phone like other people (it can’t call out, for one thing, and can’t play Pokemon Go either. Long story), so I still use pen and paper for a lot of things.

Warnings: Mentions of the Holocaust, nothing graphic. You drink wine.

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The next day, you were preoccupied wondering how the date would pan out. You were excited, but also achingly curious to know all about Remy’s life. He’d given you enough information to clear up the mystery, but you wanted to know what he’d done with life over the centuries. You hadn’t gotten a degree in history because you hated it, that was certain! You’d always had a passion for it, and to have a living, breathing first hand account in front of you was absolutely mind-blowing. You were counting the seconds until the date.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t attracted to Remy as a person. You very much were. Surely, this was going to be a long term romantic relationship. You didn’t have any idea of how long or what it would all lead to. (Certainly no one thought about marriage on the first date!) Remy, for his part, had to see something more in you than being cute and sweet. He probably enjoyed your intelligence, you figured, and that you could hold a conversation. Some girls only thought about shopping and not much else. You’d never been the shallow type.

You busied yourself with house cleaning, writing down your questions for Remy in your phone that you thought of as you went along. What did he do during the Holocaust? What were his thoughts on the sinking of the Titanic when it happened? Did he ever meet Helen Keller?

Your mind buzzed so hard, you were vacuuming for a solid five minutes before you realized it had shut off on it’s own. You turned the machine over after unplugging it, fussing with the wheelie-brush on the underside, feeling around for a stuck piece of crumpled paper or something, but feeling nothing. You let out a groan, realizing you’d have to take it in to be repaired. You put the vacuum next to the door so as not to forget about it when your phone rang.

It was your friend Judy. “Girl, where have you been?! I haven’t heard from you in two weeks!” She was practically shrieking on the other end. Judy was excitable, small Korean-American young woman around your age. She’d graduated with a master’s degree in art and culinary art and ran a studio out of her apartment selling crafts and paintings, doing part time work in a bakery. She’d been your best friend since you moved to New York, meeting at the local farmer’s market that came to Brooklyn on the weekends.

“Sorry Judy. I’ve been pre-occupied,” you answered, “Work and stuff.”

“And stuff, huh? What kind of stuff? Man stuff? Meet anyone interesting?” She was always curious about your dating life.

“Yes, um, very interesting,” you answered, “He’s...an art procurer. We met at the museum. His name is Remy.”

“Oooh! What’s he look like?!” Judy squealed.

“Tall, well-kempt brown hair, great jawline and cheekbones you could cut a diamond on,” You didn’t want to downplay it, “He’s a mutant, so he’s got these kind of...you know...eyes.” You weren’t sure how to describe them.

“Yes, I hear most people have those,” Judy’s smarminess rang through loud and clear.

“Red irises, like rubies. Black where other people have white,” You explained, “Beautiful eyes.”

“You sound smitten,” Judy said, “How many dates have you been on already?”

“Well, none yet,” You said, launching into how you went to his house, leaving out the whole world’s-oldest-mutant stuff.

“Super cool. Listen, I gotta go. My painting finally is dry. I’ll call you in a few days or something. Bye.” Judy said.

“Bye,” You hung up the phone and got back to chores. Shortly, you picked up your phone again to write down another question. Would Remy mind meeting your best friend?

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Time wore on and you waited anxiously for Remy to come by for you with a car and driver. This wasn’t going to be like the other kinds of dates you’d had before.

The driver promptly picked you up at 6 pm on the dot. You knew to make Remy wait ten minutes, finishing getting ready and making him want you a little more. You wore a glittering spaghetti strap black dress that stopped just above the knee and a silver shawl (also glittery). The dress was a little early 2000s, but it was one of the few nice things you owned that was designer label. Faux pearl earrings and a simple silver chain completed the look.

The driver opened the door of a beautiful Rolls Royce, letting you inside.

“Good evening, Miss Y/N.” Remy drawled as you slid your way into the car, “You look better than all the Queens and Duchesses in history. Elegant and refined.”

You laughed so hard you almost snorted. “Don’t! I’m sure I look nice, but I’m not that amazing.”

“Humble and intelligent,” Remy mused, “You manage to make me more taken with you every moment.”

It was long drive to the restaurant. You stuck to “safe” topics, even though you were dying to ask him important questions.

“Cherie, you’re beating around the bush. Ask me whatever it is you want to,” Remy smiled, seeing through your politeness.

“Uh, okay? What were you doing during the Titanic sinking? How did you handle the Holocaust?”

“I was doing what everyone else was doing, living life. I wasn’t even in England at the time, and wouldn’t have been interested in a ticket. As for the Holocaust, no one person was going to stop that, mutant or not. I did what I could to get people out and ruin a few concentration camps, but it’s not a memory I like to re-live.” Remy explained.

“Sorry,” You apologized.

“It’s long past, don’t worry. As long as I don’t dwell on it it’s not triggering. So, Cherie, what does a girl like you like to eat?” Remy smiled, his brilliant million dollar dazzler.

You told him your favorite foods and restaurants.

“I see. I’ll have to cook for you some time. I make a great Jambalaya and dirty rice.”

You soon reached the restaurant after about fifteen more minutes. It was worth the wait. It was a glass building on the West side of New York, surrounded by skyscrapers, with three levels. sign out front read La Sirene. There was enough space for a tiny parking lot, but that was all.

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Inside was beautiful, but compact for the first floor. The floor was wooden and the place was dotted with white table cloths and black wooden chairs. At the back was a small wine rack and the door to the kitchen, along with a black host stand. The entrance was just more tables and chairs and a gorgeous staircase on the right side leading up to whatever was upstairs.

“That leads up to the bakery, if you’re so inclined,” Remy whispered in your ear, causing your spine to shiver. You hadn’t mentioned how much you loved baked goods and the like to him, so he was pretty intuitive. He lead you back to the host stand.

“Ah, Monsieur LeBeau! So nice having you again!” An average height man with a receding black hairline greeted him with a big smile, “Where would you and your guest like to be seated? Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Which do you want, Cherie?”

“Upstairs would be fine,” You smile, getting excited.

“Very good, Ma’amselle,” The host nodded, leading you there himself. You got a table in the middle of the floor. The upper floor was laid out similarly to the downstairs, except the door to the back was metal and you had a skyline view looking out the window.

“What can I get you started with to drink?”

“Chateau Latour, the red. Miss Y/N? Wine or water or...?” Remy said.

You looked at the wine menu and the drinks menu. The wine menu started at three-hundred and ended at five-thousand dollars. You certainly didn’t want to turn down generosity, so you picked a “modest” six-hundred dollar wine that looked good, described as fruity with a hint of smokiness.

“Maison Champy Corton-Charlemagne, please.”

“Excellent choice,” The host nodded, “Your waiter will be with you shortly.” He left you.

“You’ve got good taste,” Remy admitted, “Most would’ve gone with something more unique. You get what you like.”

“Thank you,” You played with your hair nervously.

“Have you had French food before?” Remy questioned gently.

“No,” You resisted making an obvious frogs legs joke.

“I’ll help you pick out something to your taste,” He scooted his chair closer and you went through the menu together, sitting intimately close. You talked about where your tastes ran, if you liked bitter, sweet or savory foods. Based off that, Remy listened and gave you a few suggestions. You decided on something you thought you’d enjoy and Remy completely reassured you that you could send anything back you didn’t like until finding something you did. The restaurant lived to serve and didn’t want to see any patron unhappy or unsatisfied.

“I usually get the Kassulet Toulousain de la Maison or the Linguini aux fruits de mer, depending on my mood and the season. The steak is also excellent,” Remy said, “Let’s keep the conversation going, shall we?”

You took a quick look at your notes with your phone under the table. “Um, Where did you live before America was founded? Did you get to meet Columbus? And have you met any of history’s great movie stars or figures? I know you saved the Queen of England once.”

Remy took a moment to think back. “Hmm, let’s see. After Egypt fell, I spent my time in Israel, Greece and the surrounding areas. Once England was established, I stayed there for a few decades. I spent most of my time in Europe and got curious about America around the late eighteen hundreds. After stopping the ripper inspired killings, I bounced around the continents and by the seventies, I stayed in America for good. I lived in every state at least once until the eighties, then I picked New York to call home. I only got to meet Columbus briefly. If I’d known how important he was going to be to History, I would’ve spend more time with him. You might not believe me, but I had a very secret fling with Marilyn Munroe and I was Cher’s rebound boy for a while after Sunny. Dolly Parton loved me like a brother, we hung out, but I haven’t seen her since before she was famous. Clark Gable and Carey Grant didn’t like me much, but I was what we now call Jimmy Stewart’s wingman. I introduced him to his wife.”

“S-so you spent a lot of time in Hollywood?” You couldn’t hide your surprise.

“In the early days. I blended in, hiding in plain sight, but it got boring fast. It just seemed like the place to be, but it wasn’t for me at all. I haven't been back there since...about the early nineties.”

“Gotcha. The fall of the Berlin wall? The Moon landing?”

“Amazing to see in person. Mon ange, you know I wasn’t the only person alive back then,” Remy laughed.

“I knowww! But you’re one of the few people with a first hand account that won’t fall asleep on me or start ranting about how the internet ruined everything,” you huffed, “Remy, come on, humor me. I’m a history buff and you’re living history. You were there for the majority of it.” You didn’t mind him calling you his angel. (You knew bits of French from high school and had done some brushing up lately.)

“Je concède, Je concède,” he held up his masculine, beautiful hands, “I really have my hands full with you, Y/N. I don’t mind answering questions as long as I get to stare into those gorgeous orbs you call eyes for the rest of our evening.” He held your chin a moment, studying your face.

You weren’t sure what to think, but you didn’t reject the advance at all. Remy was a warm, romantic soul who was gentle with you.

Your food soon came and the two of you enjoyed a hot meal and good company. “Oh, I was wondering if you’d want to meet my friend Judy? She’s an artist and my best friend.” You said halfway through.

“That wouldn’t be Judy Nai, would it? I’ve seen her work. Her gallery is amazing. Her five times great grandfather was also a spectacular artist and sculptor,” Remy said.

“Yes. Wow, you get around, don’t you?”

“If there’s a gallery in New York, I’ve been to it, even the lesser known ones and the ones just starting out. Tell her I liked her Moon Phase and Francis in Autumn pieces the best,” Remy’s eyes lit up, “I would’ve bought them both, but the curator insisted they weren’t for sale. I’ll have to commission something from her, if she’s up for it.”

“She’d be thrilled,” You smile.

You finished up dinner, had a short bathroom break and came back.

“Are you interested in dessert or what?” Remy looked up from the dessert menu.

“I’d love dessert,” You touched Remy’s hand, ready to return his romantic interest and start sweeping him off his feet. Not that you considered yourself a big flirt, but you knew how to turn it on and off, “How does an immortal say ‘you’re fascinating and wholly attractive’ in French?”

Remy paused, smiling, dimples showing as his eyes darted to the floor. He scoffed a moment, enjoying being pursued, “...Vous êtes fascinant et tout à fait attrayant.”

You stared at each other until you looked away, smiling hard.

Dessert came and went. You’d suddenly become too interested in each other to really care about what was on your plate. The sparks had more than started to fly, they were now brilliant fireworks.

Remy took you downstairs and back to the car. The driver opened the door and you slipped in together.

Remy slid a hand over your forearm, holding it. He held your face, going in for what seemed more than a kiss. It was nearly life-changing, making your knees buckle and the butterflies storm up your insides. More than the best movie kiss or romantic book could offer. You felt Remy’s hand play up your side from your arm until he was holding your face with both hands. You couldn’t even feel the car in motion, but your head was spinning all the same. You swallowed, trying to catch air. All too soon, the kiss was broken.

“Sorry. I don’t usually kiss on the first date...and not like that,” Remy admitted, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time. A long, long time, ange.”

“Uhh, same. I...you’re an amazing kisser...but you would be after millennia of getting to practice,” You giggled.

“Of course. Y/N, you’re a beautiful amazing woman, but I won’t take this farther than you want to go. We can go as slow or fast as you like, but I won’t force you into anything. No matter how captivating and perfect your legs are...and the rest of you,” Remy’s red eyes looked at you with a hunger usually reserved for dogs and the starving. He looked like he wanted to drool over and compliment your curves for hours. You’d never had such attention from any former boyfriend, but you appreciated he wanted to keep things a little chaste and normal. Save some of that enthusiasm for the possible honeymoon. (If you had your way and he was this intent on being with you, that was definitely in your future, you decided.)

“Thanks....thank you,” You adjusted your clothes, “We’ll see how it goes. I’m not in a rush, but I feel things for you too, believe me. When was your last, er, girlfriend anyway?”

“Somewhere around Ninety-five when I stopped being in the public so much,” Remy shrugged, “She broke it off. Said I was being too distant. She didn’t know the half of it. Beautiful Lawyer...Anna-Susan Murphy, I believe.”

“We’ve got the rest of my life to be together,” You squeezed his hand, “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“D’accord, Cherie.” Remy smiled.

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TO BE CONTINUED

(Yes, there’s gonna be MORE! I’ve got plans.)

I find the lack of friends in imagines disturbing, lol, so I gave you one. Yes, La Sirene is a real restaurant in Soho, west side, with it looks like other locations. like I said, I don’t live in NYC and I’ve never been to that restaurant (it’d probably suck for me for lack of vegetarian options) but it sounded sophisticated enough for the plot and the inner décor is gorgeous. Took some liberties and made the outside my own, adding another floor that likely doesn’t exist in real life with a bakery, and bumped up the price for the wine, but that’s all. Also, just guessing that’s the host stand in the back of the picture? Most of us haven’t been to a restaurant in a year and half so like...IDK? Whatever! More on the menu here if you’re in the area and can afford it, but looks like they only do delivery right now. https://www.theinfatuation.com/new-york/reviews/la-sirene

https://lasirenenyc.com/

I am amused to insert Remy into history and would love to see him dating Cher for the lulz. And heck yeah he could’ve gotten Marilyn, no doubt. XD

Hope it wasn’t too dry or boring?? Also, got a bit steamy there (intentionally, because I know what everyone wants, but I keep it PG-13 at most), but I DID promise Remy getting more like his regular self, did I not?

#gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #remy lebeau imagine #Marvel imagine #X-Men imagine #MCU imagine #Alternate Universe imagine #ageless character

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scandeniall · 4 years

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no limit to you

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary: “Knew right from the start there was no limit to you.” sakusa’s gonna go far and you know it. a look at your relationship throughout some months. (Started out based on Feels by Kehlani but yeah that went left)

warnings: profanity, starts as college students, manga spoilers about career. implied sex, little bit of angst but for like 10 seconds.

wc: 5.4k holy shit this took me all week

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, month 6

“He is the Black Jackals big and promising rookie,” Your heart couldn’t help but swell with pride as the speaker's voice carried across the gym (?). Despite the less theatrical introductions awarded to MSBY you couldn’t help but cheer loudly even yelling out the stupid nickname given to Sakusa by his teammates. One that he insists that he hates. “Go, omi-omi!” To anyone else it’d just look like another stale glance at the speaker, but you didn’t miss the tiniest of smile that graces his face.

It’s his time to shine and you’re by his side to witness it all. — Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Month 3

The sound of rain pounding against the building mixed with the sound of landing volleyballs and squeaking shoes. The men’s volleyball practice is approaching hour 3 and despite Sakusa insisting that you could have just headed back to your apartment you were there anyways. One reason for it was because you knew with him living so close he didn’t drive to campus and despite his tendencies for cleanliness, that’d he’d swallow his pride enough to catch a ride with one of his teammates to avoid the torrential downpour. You figured he’d at least appreciate a ride from you, whose car he knew was relatively clean instead (clean mostly because he always made cleaning and disinfecting your car a “couple activity” every weekend). Another reason was simply because you missed him and was ready to propose getting dinner together. Waiting for him wasn’t a problem anyways, the row of tables overlooking the gym were quite spacious and you utilized the time to get some procrastinated work done. As your small break and time spent switching between the same 3 apps comes to an end you pull up your Snapchat one last time the camera zooming in on sakusa for a few seconds with the caption “a superstar”. You knew Sakusa would frown and scold you for it later (the guy hates being put on stupid Snapchat), but also knew he secretly like when you showed how proud you were. The man was truly destined for greatness and you knew there were no limits to how far he could go. Of course with the relative newness of your relationship, you’ve never told him that. After one last check to make sure the video posts, music flows back into your ears as you began the last hour stretch. “You could’ve gone home you know.” Was the first thing you heard the second the dark haired male sat in the chair in front of you. Plucking your earbuds out all you could do was shrug. “Now is that anyway to greet your cinnamon apple,” you laughed at the displeased look on his face, or more so in his eyes. He must've put his mask on before leaving the locker room. Sakusa was never really one for nicknames and whenever you’d call yourself something from a vine from a thousand years ago he couldn’t hide the scowl on his face.

“All done for the day?” At his nod of assurance you start packing up your bag as Sakusa just watched. He cringed at how you chaotically just packed your papers and laptop into your bag. No folders, or even a ouch for writing utensils. He’d have to get you one. As you finished picking up and fished your keys out of your bag’s pocket you notice Sakusa pull his mask down as he crossed to step in front of you. Placing a quick kiss on your lips, “thank you for waiting.” — Tap. Tap. Tap. Click. Tap. The sounds of scribbling mixed alongside flipped pages and the soft conversations of fellow library goers. The words of the textbook in front of you were beginning to look like gibberish and with that cane even more unconscious fiddling of your pen, a fact not lost on your boyfriend. The sound being so close and frequent broke him out of his own focus bubble. When you insisted the two of you have a study date, you were unsurprisingly met with the excuse of neither of you having the same major. “It doesn’t matter, we can just sit in the library. It’s spending quality time together Kiyoomi,” you’d told him. And it was true, sort of. After you’d finally got into the groove of studying, time seemed to fly and just knowing he was there was comforting enough. “(Y/N). You’re distracting me.” Sakusa was too blunt for his own good sometimes. All you could offer was a mumbled half assed apology, watching as he attempted to focus on his work again. You however? Were done for the time being, deciding to preoccupy yourself with your phone and taking not so sneaky glances at the man sitting in front of you.

“If you paid as much attention to your work as you did me, you’d be doing better in that class.” Maybe he had a point, but who cared. It's not like you were failing the course. Taking another glace up you manage to catch his eye before responding.

“But you're prettier.”

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Month 7

You felt the dip in the bed first. A warm hand resting softly on your back next. Finally your favorite person’s voice. “You're coming to the game right.” You were so tired that you couldn't even be bothered to turn and face the voice.

“Of course. First home game in a while,” you hum out, eyes still closed basking in the softness of the blanket. The weather had been terrible for the past week, completely draining any energy and remaining motivation you had to finish the rest of the semester. Sakusa, on the other hand, had seemingly been unaffected and you envied his tunnel vision like nature. “I can’t wait to see you win y’know.” Sakusa thanked his lucky stars, that your eyes were still closed, because if not you may have seen the red that dusted the tops of his ears. You could hear the sound of hangars knocking in the closet before inquiring about the noise.

“You don’t have a clean jersey for tomorrow’s game right.” He knew that you had a general school fan jersey, but he meant something more specific. One with his number on the back.

“Nothing is guaranteed. The other team is pretty good too.”

“Yeah well, you're better.” --

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 1 If you heard one last critiquing remark from your boyfriend you were going to scream. Or kill him, which currently sounded like the better option. It started with him telling you your kitchen smelled weird, the food cooked hours earlier obviously not Sakusa approved. Next came him cringing as he inquired when was the last time you or roommate had vacuumed the living room. Then came his annoyed look when he noticed your skincare products all over the bathroom counter because you had to rush out this morning. The last straw came as he said something about you getting germs all over your face as you dug the palms of your hands into your eyes. While that one had some validity you were fucking tired. School was sucking, your coworkers are annoying and your boyfriend is a fucking dick. “Can you not try to not be a germaphobe asshole for two seconds, Sakusa,” you exclaim, not even bothering to face him from your spot at your desk. “Do better with cleaning then.”

“What are you, my dad.”

“If I were, you’d know how to clean up properly.”

It was official. Sakusa, Kiyoomi fucking sucks. The tension in the air had grown. Between your pissed stress related retorts and sakusa’s stupid passive aggressive insults the two of you had navigated far away from just arguing about germs. You’d both begun bringing up past situations and feelings that you’d both previously kept buried.

“Half the time I don’t even know if you fucking like me.” That was a lie. He cared and you knew it. But former insecurities paired with his generally aloof nature whenever the two of you were in public caused you to mention it. Insecurties concerning how he was on his way to something great, and that he’d leave you behind with a stupid college degree that you didn’t even know how you were going to use. You’d long abandoned your desk chair, opting to pace around the room. If his eyes were knives, you’d be long dead with the way he was glaring. You hadn’t noticed, but Sakusa even pulled his mask down to engage in this argument.

“Well thats just stupid. But since you're bringing it up, do you even like me,” Sakusa sneered causing you to stop in place.“You’re going out an awful lot these days. Partying more than you used to, aren’t you.” Your state of disbelief hadn’t been lost on him, in fact you looked as if you were going to start laughing at any moment. The way he condescendingly spoke your name sent chills down your spine. “Can’t help but wonder what you’re doing.”

“Oh so now I’m cheating-.”

“I’m just pointing out what I’ve noticed.” He’d hit the realization that he messed up the second the insinuation left his lips. However, he was too far in and so were you. He’d have to make it up to you later, he began to think. Until your humourless laugh filled the air, striking a cord in him, bigger than you’d ever done. This entire night you’d been a ticking time bomb, and were ready to explode.

“Now why the fuck, would I put up with you if I didn’t love you. A year of my life just wasted huh.” The revelation of your love causes Sakusa to pause. Of course the two of you loved one another. It was shown in the little actions. But, until now neither of you had ever uttered the three words to one another.

“(Y/N-)”

“Newsflash, Kiyoomi, you're not an easy person to love. You nag me about shit that only bothers you, and I put up with it. I can’t even come around you with mismatched socks”

“You never want to go out to any kind of party with me and I want you there, yet I’m always willing to go out when you have to with the team.”

“You barely even show that you like me in public. I’ve had friends ask me are we even really dating.”

The end of your rant was accompanied by silence on both of your ends. You were drained. Your throat hurt and your eyes stung. But more importantly your heart ached. Despite the tears building at the back of your eyes you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Sakusa on the other hand was deep in thought. The tug on his heartstrings at your admittance was foreign. He didn’t want to say anything to further upset you, and had gotten to know you enough to know you’d want to be alone after a time like this.

The hand that grabbed yours almost felt foreign as Sakusa led you towards your bed. The already long day ending with a quick kiss against your temple, a promise to see you later, and an aching heart.

“Did you and Sakusa- like break up or something,” your friend inquired. It's been 9 days since you’d last heard from Sakusa, and your mopey mood hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friends. On top of you being unusually downcast they noticed that you hadn’t attended the most recent match. You always went to home games. You already had to deal with the aftermath of your roommate being home and hearing your argument that night, you hadn’t exactly been that quiet during the ordeal.

The next morning marked the start of the weekend, which you’d spent a large part of the day in bed. In the middle of you bothering to fix dinner, your roommate had come home interrupting your pity party. You liked your roommate, you did and the two of you were friendly. But the two of you definitely were not best friends and for them to come home and see you for the first time post argument- awkward.

“Yo- (Y/N), did you hear me? You and Sakusa break up or something,” your friend repeated, breaking you out of your wandering thoughts. “Or something,” you muttered bitterly. The lunch in front of you suddenly looked unappealing. The melting ice cubes floating in your drink taking away your attention.

Just as you began to take your mind off Sakusa in preparation to try and have a relatively normal weekend, your friend just had to bring him up. You loved her, but she was a dumbass for that one. Your entire car ride home you turned on your breakup playlist one you’d made during the demise of your last relationship back in highschool. Something about Miley Cyrus’ 7 Things felt more relatable than ever now that you were older.

Entering your apartment, you waved a greeting to your roommate who looked strangely happy. “Oh (Y/N), you’ve got a gift.” Ok- why the hell was she so cheery about a gift to you. Eying her suspiciously, your roommate pointed past you and your eyes widened.

“Who-”

“Who do you think? Dropped them off a little over an hour ago. Looked disappointed when he realized you weren’t here.”

You half mumbled something kin of appreciation for telling you as you walked toward the kitchen table to see a bouquet of roses, and a card with neatly scribbled handwriting you recognized immediately.

“One rose for every month of putting up with me being a germophobic asshole. Google also said roses meant love. Hope you like them.

P.s: i missed you at the game (and in general)”

14 roses. He even included the two months where you teetered the line between friends and partners. You couldn’t help but laugh at his use of your word choice to describe him. You hadn’t even noticed your roommate peering over your shoulder until she spoke. “He means well. You two should work it out.” If you weren’t planning to before you sure as hell were going to now. “Yeah,” you mused. “You're right.

The gears in your head were absolutely turning, thinking about how you’d reach back out to Sakusa. Obviously he’d been the bigger person and made the first contact, and yeah he was definitely being a jerk that night, but so were you. You were so caught in your own thoughts as you made your way down the short hallway to your room that you hadn’t even noticed the slight rustling. Opening your door you were met with an even bigger surprise.

Sakusa. In your room, gloved up, vacuum out-He was cleaning? Your room?. Your brain short circuits as you were at a loss for words.

“Kiyoomi?” The sound of your roommate teasing telling you two to keep it down went beyond your span of comprehension as you just stood in the doorway. “You should close the door.

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After you got past the initial shock of seeing Sakusa, he’d taken his gloves off and sat on your bed wordlessly patting the spot next to him. After a brief moment of silence you were the first one to speak. Afterall, he did take the first step at mending your relationship. Now it's your turn. “I’m sorry Kiyoomi. For snapping at you, questioning how you felt when I knew better. I was a bitch for that one.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I knew how stressed you were already and made it worse. I know how you get when you're upset, and came to straighten up for you.”

“Thanks for that one. I’ll admit, it was starting to bother me too.” A silence filled the air as you shifted closer. Enough so that you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“I know you’re not cheating on me-“

“Wow, how did you figure that out. You are SO smart,” you faked gasped. The teasing comment released any lingering tension between you and before you knew it Sakusa had his normal frowny face at you. The one he tended to get when you jokingly teased or annoyed him. One, never meant with any malice. A softer one reserved just for you. The moment passed quickly and as you removed your head from his shoulder you eyed him seriously. “I wouldn't do that Yoomi. You know that right?”

The thought of him even thinking you’d ever cheat on him didn’t sit right with you. In fact, it had been the main reason you were upset. You could work past anything else said. But that one? You needed to acknowledge it. Your question had been answered when you felt a hand gently rest on the side of your neck pulling you gently towards him. You were so close that you could feel the move of his lips as he reaffirmed what was already known. “I love you too (Y/N). The universe seemed to stop as Sakusa's lips moved softly against yours. you had moved your lingering hand to wrap around the wrist touching you, rubbing gentle circles on his inner wrist. A hold that unconsciously tightens as you felt his tongue languidly slip into your mouth and explore.This kiss was different than any you’d ever shared before. Different from the quick kisses shared when you’d two part ways at the end of dates. Different than the domineering good luck kisses given in quiet hallways outside the locker room before games. Than the tired kisses he’d reluctantly give because your tired whining grated his nerves. Hell, even different than the kisses shared the first time you two had sex. Those were just awkward. This kiss? Was loving. You two loved one another. Those feelings had been made more than clear to the other person. The universe always told you that falling in love too fast and too young would end in disaster. But you’d risk that if you could feel like this everyday.

The need for air forced the two of you to pull away. In that time Sakusa had shifted the two of you so that he was resting against the headboard of your bed, your knees resting on the side of his knees. One hand on your thigh, other resting on your back. He looked so pretty like that. Puffy lips, heavily breathing, and with so much love for you. There was no doubt you looked the same. The rest of his forehead on your shoulder allowed you to gently play with his hair.

“I’ll work on the other things too. But don’t expect me to take care of your drunk ass every weekend.”

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 1, Month 10

“How’s it going Mr MVP.” You pushed your body off the chilled brick, as you eyed your boyfriend up and down. He looked good, really good. He’d just finished the last game of his collegiate career, one that had been won. Not only that, but he had been named MVP and a rookie to look out for going into Division 1 post graduation.

You shifted your hands towards his face but before you could even rest them near you he stopped you with a mini hand sanitizer dangling in your face. “I’m sure you touched that brick while waiting.” After your hands were as sanitized as they could be, you hovered your hands over the corner of his mask, silently asking for permission to lower it. Once you got the go ahead, and felt his hands resting on your hips you pulled him down for a sweet kiss. After pulling away you left your hands wrapped around his neck and began playing with the hairs at the back of his neck.

“You’re a fucking superstar Yoomi. You’re gonna go so far.” You revealed the thoughts that had been in the back of your mind since you met him. And it was true. You knew he’d been looking at a few professional teams, and no matter where he’d go the sky was the limit.

“Now c’mon. It’s party time babe. Last college win celebration,” you cheered pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and pulling his mask back out. You followed up by reaching into the pocket of his track jacket to pull out his car key. He kept true with his promise of getting better. Still hated unnecessary crowds, but was willing to sacrifice it occasionally to accompany you to celebratory parties. Granted he tended to hang out on less populated hallways, even better when parties continued outside. More space to move. The mask also stayed on. College kids are gross.

—-

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you noticed your boyfriend move from his spot on the couch. The two of you had decided on a lazy movie night before the official finals grind began. Dead week was nearly here, and you knew the two of you would have little time to actually hang out. With the end of volleyball season, you’d been spending more time at Sakusa’s place deciding to just head there after class because it was closer. “Yoomi where are you going,” the wording came out more needed than you intended. You didn’t receive an answer, instead met with him disappearing in his room. You decided to just pause the movie, pulling out your phone to reply to a few text messages. Just as you hit send a Manila envelope was placed in your peripheral and Sakusa settled back into his corner of the couch.

“What’s this,” you questioned, shifting so that you were looking at Sakusa. The only thing you were gifted with was a shrug and a motion to open the envelope. You hesitated a moment before your eyes widened

“Wait. Kiyoomi is this…”. The confident smirk told you everything you needed to know. This was it. There was no secret that Sakusa was most likely going to go pro after graduation, but no one knew what team he’d end up playing for. He’d had many people; Professors, coaches,teammates, acquaintances, parents ask what he planned on doing now that graduation was essentially on your doorsteps. No one ever got an answer out of him, including you. He hadn’t even hinted at any team preference to you, brushing it off and changing the subject whenever you tried to see where his head was.

“Are you gonna open it or just stare.” You noted the slight waver in his voice, one that would have gone unnoticed to any ear untrained in the study of Sakusa Kiyoomi. You didn’t even know why you were so nervous, it wasn’t even your career. Taking a deep breath you pulled out the stack of papers, eyes drifting to the first paragraph mumbling the words aloud.

“We are excited to have you. We welcome your commitment to MSBY Black Jackals-“ you would have dropped the stack of papers had you not had them tugged out of your tight grip and placed on the table in front of you. “Holy shit,” you exclaimed, launching yourself at your boyfriend (uncomfortably knocking him against the corner of the couch, but he’d let you have this moment.)

Next you started babbling about how proud you were of him in between kisses all over his face. (Another thing he’d let you have for the moment despite the feel of your lip balm also sticking onto his face”). You were so happy for him, that you didn’t even notice the blush making its way on his face. His hand settling themselves on your waist, he basked in the attention from you.

When the shock managed to wear off, you had settled yourself into his lap. Sitting sideways, you had one hand playing with his hair, the other picking up your phone to record a video.

“And today, we have the greatest volleyball player in the world commuting to the greatest team in the world,” you beamed the front camera on you both.

“Look at that future (Y/N), Yoomi isn’t even swatting the camera away tonight. Looks like he looooooves me for once-“

“I always love you. You’re just annoying sometimes.” The jest was meant with a light kiss on your clothed shoulder before you continued, this time facing Sakusa instead of the camera

“Y’know. I knew right from the start there was no limit to you,” you spoke softly, eyes beaming.

“Is that so.” A real smile graced his face, as you moved the hand previously playing with his hair to gently trace over the moles on his face. “Thank you for believing.” You felt Sakusa take your phone from you cutting the camera. What took place after, definitely didn’t need to be caught on camera.

—

The sun is beaming. The weather is incredible . You were high on happiness, adrenaline, pride and maybe a little bit of caffeine as you currently posed for what felt like your millionth picture in the past 5 minutes. You hadn’t even found your family yet, surrounded by 100s of your peers all celebrating the same accomplishment. You did it. You were a college graduate. You had a degree. You felt another tap on your shoulder, as you happily screamed to your friend you��d made being in the same program.

“Dude I can't believe it!”

“Dude me either!” As the two of you took a quick selfie, your mind wandered to where and how Sakusa was doing. You hadn't seen him at all yet considering you both spent the mornings with your families who came into town. You wondered how he was doing with this whole thing. There were a shit ton of people out here after all. Before you could dwell on it, you felt your phone vibrate with none other than the man himself. You chuckled, already sending his irritation through the message as he told you to come to walk west, at the very edge of the crowd that was growing by the minute in the center. You sent a quick text to your mom about where you’d be, knowing your family were going to want a ton of pictures even with Sakusa.

Your excitement grew further if even possible as you finally found him, throwing your arms around his neck into a tight hug, swaying the both of you. “We did it, Sakusa,” you said, finally pulling away and eying him. He’d taken his cap off already, opting for holding it instead, and having unzipped his gown.

“We have degrees now,” he confirmed using his free hand to grab yours. “It’s too many people here.” All you could do was laugh as you eyed the control chaos going on just across the courtyard from you. You felt an odd sense of peace, just watching. The flowers planted just for graduation season even looked beautiful. Something you may not have paid nearly as much attention to had you not been dating Sakusa.

In fact, if you weren’t dating him you knew you’d be in the middle of the chaos right now. Still happy no doubt, but being able to get away from it even for a few minutes felt amazing. You’d both be thrown back into it in a matter of minutes, squeezing in the last set of pictures with best friends and holding conversations with people you’d have to get used to not seeing several times a week. You knew that Sakusa was almost guaranteed to be forced into a picture with the other graduating volleyball players.

“My families heading over I’m sure,” you hummed bringing your eyes back to Sakusa's profile. The look on his face slightly confuses you. You couldn’t quite tell if it were nerves, irritation, or just a result of squinting from the bright sun.

“We’re gonna have to head back in soon”

“Do you want to move in with me”

The two of you spoke simultaneously. It was official. This is one of the best days of your life.

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, Month 4

“I’m gonna start dinner alright,” you called out as you pulled on one of Sakusa’s clean practice shirts and a pair of his old college sweats. Yes they were big,but they were more comfy than your own. Besides it was nothing a little, (read;a lot) of rolling and cuffing couldn’t fix. It was also his time of the month where you let him control the thermostat, and you’re cold! You’d just gotten out of the shower, him getting in shortly after coming home from a training day. The gym showers only do so much and he needed his own body wash is what he insisted the first time he came home and rushed immediately towards the bathroom.

You pulled out the sheet of paper with a recipe printed on it, courtesy of your co-worker. Earlier in the week you mentioned how you were craving chicken but no other recipe in your arsenal seemed appealing. Lo and behold you were given a sheet of paper with a recipe that apparently his family loved after experimenting with a few online recipes.

Before beginning you connect your phone to your speaker hitting shuffle. You manage to get all the ingredients out before a large knock sounds at your door. Confused, you yell out asking Sakusa if he was expecting anyone. You noticed the sounds of the shower ceased a few minutes ago, and that Sakusa would likely come to keep you company (more like sanitize the spice bottles the second you put one down.)

“Of course not,” with a shrug your wash your hands before gently opening the door. There’s a man. An attractive one- who looks oddly familiar. Wait, that guy is on Black Jackals, you note. Miya, Atsumu.

“Um hi,” you greet sounding more like a question, opening the door a bit wider.

“Shit! Did I come to the wrong apartment? I'm looking for Omi-Omi,” you noticed him trail off eyeing the shirt you were wearing. Omi-Omi? Sakusa must’ve heard him because the way he sprinted into the living room showed a scowl evident on his face. It even caused you to back up as Atsumu entered in.

“Why are you here. And how did you find where I live,” sakusa for right to the point.

“Aw c’mon Omi-Omi what if I missed ya. You left your earbuds in the locker room. Turned on you find my friends and matched the mailbox.” The glare on Sakusa’s face was one you recognized only when you genuinely irritated him. Not the one where he pretended to be annoyed but secretly wasn’t.

“But enough about that. How come you didn’t tell me you were dating. I thought we were friends. Omi-Omi,” Atsumu whined out arms crossing over his chest. As you were looking at his arms/ respectfully/ you jumped in a teasing pout of your own.

“Yeah Omi-Omi. Not telling your friends about me. A shame”

“Not you too.”

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Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, Month 6

“You excited,” your question causes another wave of conversation between the men in the pre waiting area. Warmups were set to start in about 20 minutes. Shortly after you met Atsumu, he’d insisted you be introduced to the entire team. Afterall, other significant others got to hang out sometimes. Today was the day. Sakusa’s biggest match of his professional career yet. MSBY Black Jackals V Schweiden Adlers.

Receiving a mix of enthusiastic expletives, you turn towards your boyfriend who has yet to answer, prompting you to tease asking if he were nervous.

“No. We’re going to win,”

“That's the spirit Omi-Omi! Gonna beat Wakatoshi this time,” This time you bit back your laugh, smirking at the Miya twin’s jest. You loved getting able to take a break from being annoying. Sakusa, as per usual, noticed it. Getting up he motioned, that you follow him outside, ignoring the teases of getting a good luck kiss.

The minute you two rounded the corner of the hallway, a warm hand enveloped yours. Your confused look prompts your boyfriend to cage you against the corner of the wall. His unoccupied hand resting against the side of your head.”

“I am excited.” While his expression remained unchanged, The look in his eyes said it all. It was the same twinkle he showed that time you two made up after admitting your love. And the one present after revealing his commitment to MSBY to you. “And you are going to win,” your reiteration caused a soft smile to catch his face.

“Here's to you and your first major game Kiyoomi. And to many more because you're a star. Now go win.”

a/n: well this has been a roller coaster. I challenged myself to write 5k words, and 95% of this was written at like 3am bc thats when i go to sleep. I also did this to try and gain a feel for him so i can finish his part in good & the bad series. I really do be hoping this aint too ooc, bc while im caught up on the happenings of the manga from spoilers and twitter, i haven't actually gotten around to reading that far myself. also sorry for shitty formatting, ive never actually written a single body with this many words in a singular part ??? also i didnt edit this past google doc feature sooooo

anyways i did work hard and on this for the past week in between finals as a college junior so any comments and feedback are appreciated

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #sakusa x reader #haikyuu imagine #sakusa imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons

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someguynamedstevewrites · 4 years

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My Roommate is an Apparition: WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A DAD - Part 1

Based on characters created by @reddpenn

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It was Saturday afternoon and Lily was dancing around in a baggy shirt, baggy sweatpants, socks, and jamming out to Michael Jackson’s Thriller; blasting it out from her computer’s speakers. She had been vacuuming the floor, washing dishes, gathering trash, and doing other reasonable adult chores with a spring in her step. Lily was feeling fantastic and even if someone told her that her car had been towed and had a $300 fine, she wouldn’t have cared and continue to dance.

She was, to put it bluntly: hyped.

Something she had been looking forward to for a very long time was coming and Lily could not contain her glee. On the wall, her calendar had a big red circle around March 7th: the upcoming Thursday. In the pantry were a wide variety of snacks, munchies, treats, and goodies (some of them were leftover from the Pink Panther marathon a few weeks back, but were never opened, so they were still good). Visions of possible ways to decorate the apartment to celebrate floated through her head as her heart beat with excitement. To most others, this Thursday wasn’t anything particularly special, but In about six days...

...Castlevania Season Three was going to premiere on Netflix.

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As Lily danced while she worked, a pair of eyes were watching from the walls. Lily knew they were there, but didn’t mind, since she knew those eyes belonged to her apparition roommate. Their name was “Tulpa” (since that’s what they said it was when Lily asked) and recently, Lily had begun addressing them by name as opposed to simply “Roommate” or “Roomie”.

“Hey Tulpa!” Lily called out to the pair of eyeballs embedded into the wall, “Hope you don’t mind the music!”

Materializing from the wall, the nose-less, ear-less, long haired, spiky-toothed being moved closer and stared at their roommate doing the “Boogie of Unreachable Back Itch” with a puzzled look on their face. The apparition couldn’t remember the last time they ever saw Lily look this happy. Usually, she wasn’t nearly this energetic on her days off when doing chores, so something good must have happened.

“Why... are you... dancing?” Tulpa asked quietly in their trademark raspy voice. Unfortunately, they were too quiet since Lily didn’t hear a word they said over the music coming from the computer.

“Lily...” her roommate called out slightly louder, “Why... are you... dancing!?”

Once again, Lily couldn’t hear a thing and her ghostly roommate was starting to get annoyed. They needed to do something to get her attention, and in a way that didn’t disturb the neighbors, frighten Lily, or result in something breaking. (The two of them had a very long chat about it after “The Pink-ening” back in February.) Eyeing Lily’s computer, Tulpa got an idea and hovered over to it.

One quick YouTube search was all it took to change the music to something Tulpa was more... familiar with.

“IN THE HEART OF TRANSYLVANIA!

IN THE VAMPIRE HALL OF FAME, YEAH!

THERE’S NOT A VAMPIRE ZANIER THAN

DUCKULAAAAAAA!!!”

*click*

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Lily stopped the music and looked at Tulpa with a half-smile on her face. “You rang?” she said jokingly.

“Why... are you... dancing?” asked Tulpa.

Lily chuckled to herself, “I’m glad you asked!” she said joyfully, “One of my favorite shows has a new season premiering this Thursday! Castlevania!”

“Castle... vania?” Tulpa asked inquisitively. Despite being an apparition with no physical organs or body parts, they did have a memory, and something about that name seemed familiar. Almost reflexively, Tulpa said, “Simon... Belmont?”

Lily raised an eyebrow and looked at her surprisingly knowledgeable roommate. “You know about Simon Belmont!?”

“Mega... Man...” Tulpa continued, “Kid... Icarus...”

Lily was going to ask what Tulpa was talking about when her phone began to ring. Walking over, she picked up her smartphone and answered knowing exactly who it was on the other end. From the phone came a baritone voice that could best be described as “Overly Hammy”.

“YOOOOUUUUU HAVE MET WITH A TERRIBLE FAAAATE! A GREAT CUUUUUUURSE HAS BEEN PUT UPON YOOOOOUUUUU! OOOOOooooooooooo!”

“Hi Dad,” Lily answered with a smile.

“Hey sweetie!” came a cheerful voice over the phone, “Looking forward to this Thursday!?”

“You bet I am!” beamed Lily, “Did you hear they cast Bill Nighy to play Saint Germain!?”

“I did!” her father beamed back.

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As father and daughter chit-chatted on the phone, Tulpa looked over Lily’s shoulder with a slight look of envy. They could see how happy Lily was on the phone talking with her family. Tulpa, however, hadn’t used a phone in a very long time, and they were kind of amazed at how far phones had come. Any phone that let someone watch cartoons on it was the best phone ever in their book. Deep down, they wished they had one of their own. The apparition gave a breathless, wistful sigh as it watched Lily talk, but then Lily’s face was suddenly no longer smiling.

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“What do you mean THIS weekend?” she asked over the phone.

“Well I did say I was coming over the first weekend of March, didn’t I?”

“Yeah! March 7th and 8th, right!?” Lily asked starting to feel a little panicked now.

“Noooo...” her Dad trailed off, “I was talking about this weekend.”

“Dad! This is not the first weekend of March! It’s the last weekend of February!” Lily said with exasperation,

“Tomorrow’s March 1st, and a Sunday, right?” her Dad pleaded his case.

“Yeah! But the first weekend of any month usually means the first FULL weekend of any month! It doesn’t count if it’s half-and-half!” Lily stated as a sinking feeling began to form in her gut.

She could hear her Dad shrug over the phone, “Oh well, my mistake then.”

“YEAH!” said Lily, “I don’t even have the place cleaned up yet. I’m not ready to have company over!” Her roommate noticed that Lily was looking at them when they said that.

“Honey, you know I don’t care if the place is cleaned up or not,” her father said.

“I DO!” Lily almost shouted.

Despite her protesting, the apartment was actually looking good that Saturday. The vacuuming was finished, dishes were being washed in the dishwasher, trash had been taken out, the display cases for her rock collection had been dusted off, and the apartment was, for all intents and purposes, presentable. The real problem was that Lily hadn’t gone over her Dad’s visit with Tulpa yet to make sure they understood how to behave themselves.

“Look,” Lily began to beg, “Could you just stop by and visit next weekend? It’d work a lot better for me.”

“Yyyyyyeeeaaahhhh...” her Dad said while trailing off, “...about that...” As soon as he finished saying the word “about”, Lily began to feel a little nauseous as she whipped around to look at the front door. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her forehead as the dreaded noise she feared most came from her front door.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

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Lily practically dropped the phone as her pupils shrank and panic began to set in. She turned to her roommate, and tried to grab their hand. Unfortunately, given Tulpa’s natural state of transparency, Lily’s hand went right through theirs. Realizing that wasn’t going to work, Lily began to frantically move her arms and make gestures to get Tulpa to hide.

Tulpa, meanwhile, wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but picked up on Lily’s gestures and went into one of the bedrooms. Lily then closed the door and walked quickly over to the front door. She opened it up, and just as she suspected, there was her Dad standing right outside with his phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Hey, Hey!” he said with a smile, “Guess who’s here!”

Lily had to use every muscle she had to contort her face into a forced smile, “D-D-Dad! Hi!” There was no mistake that it was him. There were very few people who would consider a T-shirt that had an 8-bit pixel sprite with the caption “Uncle Vlad’s Wall Chicken” on it as “casual going out” clothes. It was a Christmas gift she had gotten him a few months earlier, and while she was glad to know it fit him okay, seeing him out and about in it was somehow incredibly embarrassing.

“May I come in?” he asked politely.

“Uhhhhh...” Lily stammered, “C-Could you give me a second. I just, ummm...” she trailed off while trying to think of an excuse, “...need to pick up some laundry off the floor. Yeah. Don’t want you stepping on any... underwear or socks or anything!” Lily’s laundry had already been cleaned, folded, and put away, including the towels in the linen closet, but her Dad didn’t know that, and she was banking on it.

“Sure!” her Dad agreed, “I did kind of drop in unannounced.”

“THANKS DAD!” Lily again almost hollered as she had to hold herself back from slamming the door when she closed it. She immediately ran to the room where Tulpa was and looked her square in the eyes. “Okay,” she began, “I know this is sudden, but my DAD is here! I’m going to need you to be on your BEST behavior while he’s here, okay?”

Tulpa blinked and looked at Lily with their usual vacant expression on their face. “...why?”

“BECAUSE... Because...” Lily trailed off as she tried to think of a good reason. Tulpa couldn’t be seen by anyone other than her, and she wasn’t entirely sure if other people could hear Tulpa either. But her ethereal roommate was somehow able to make the entire apartment pink last month all the way down to the toilet paper, and could hold and carry things in their ghost-like hands. “...I don’t want to scare him off!” was the best excuse Lily could think of off the top of her head.

Tulpa nodded, “...okay...” she said. Lily detected a hint of them sounding disappointed, but she’d find a way to make it up to them later.

“I’ll make it up to you later!”

[See? Told yah!]

Tulpa wasn’t entirely sure why Lily was acting so strange all of a sudden. She was acting as though her Dad would be able to see them even though they both knew that wasn’t possible. Despite this, Lily still seemed uncomfortable with the whole situation, and not wanting to trouble their friend, Tulpa nodded.

Lily followed up with a quick, “Thank you!” before turning around to dash to the front door.

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Opening the door again, Lily gestured to her father to come on in, “Make yourself at home!” she said like she knew full well just how cliche it was to say.

“Don’t mind if I do,” her Dad said with a smile as he walked in. It was then that Lily noticed the backpack he had on. She recognized it as the “Electronics” backpack her Dad carried whenever he was taking a laptop or any other electronic device with him to places. He headed straight to the living room, took his backpack off and began fishing around inside of it.

Lily gulped, “Did you bring-?” she began to ask before her Dad pulled out a family treasure from inside the backpack.

“Indeed I did!” he said proudly as he cut her off. In his hands was one of his most prized possessions:

A Nintendo Entertainment System.

It was the same NES that he got back when he was fourteen years old in 1986. He had been a video game fan ever since the early days of Atari and took meticulous care of his game systems to make sure they lasted and functioned for decades to come. Even in his middle-ages at forty-eight years old, he still had the same passion for video games as he did when he was a kid.

Only one question was on Lily’s mind which she had no trouble verbalizing: “Why?!”

Her Dad grinned a smug grin as he reached into the backpack and pulled out a small, black, plastic sleeve that contained an NES cartridge in it. It wasn’t just any NES cartridge either; it was Castlevania III: Dracula’s Curse.

Seeing that cartridge gave Lily mixed feelings. She could remember the times growing up with her father when he would insist that she sit down and play video games with him. But it often wasn’t so much to play them as it was to lecture her about them. He would regularly go on and on about the history of video games, how significant they were to modern society and culture, nifty bits of trivia, and for Lily, NOTHING took away the fun from video games more so than trying to make them an educational experience. In the back of her head, she knew they weren’t all like that; she still had many good memories playing games with her father (and playing the same games her father was lecturing about whenever he WASN’T lecturing), but the look in his eyes told her that this was going to be another one of his signature talks.

“Dad,” Lily pleaded, “No. No, please! Can’t we just, I dunno, watch Castlevania on Netflix? Maybe check out the Japanese dub or something?” She knew exactly what was about to happen. He was going to connect the NES to her TV, put Castlevania III in, and then play it while talking about how the game eventually became the show she adored with voice acting by Richard Armitage and Graham McTavish. All this to “prepare” for the season premiere in a few days.

Unfortunately for Lily, her father shook his head and said, “Now I didn’t spend my high school years breaking down blocks for wall meat and whipping away Medusa Heads for nothing. C’mon! Don’t you want to see your old man defeat Dracula?”

The answer to that was an emphatic “NO!” from Lily, but she wasn’t about to hurt her Dad’s feelings. While it wasn’t how she planned to spend her Saturday, she figured that as soon as he got it out of his system, the sooner he could head back home. Plus, talkative as he was, he was still rather decent at playing difficult video games even at forty-eight years old. As long as everything went well, he ought to be able to finish the game in about an hour; two hours tops.

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Meanwhile, a pair of eyes was watching from the bedroom door (as in, within the bedroom door) as Lily’s Dad effortlessly hooked up the NES to the TV. Tulpa began to remember some of the people that used to live here also had video game systems like the one Lily’s Dad was hooking up. They were pretty interesting, and Tulpa was somewhat curious about them even if they weren’t cartoons. Eager to see more of what was going on, they poked their head out more and more from the door.

Lily sighed as her Dad continued to fiddle with the cables behind the TV, and turned around in time to see Tulpa who was now poking their head out in full view. Before Lily could say or do anything...

“AAUUGGHH!!”

Lily spun back around and looked at her father who looked like he had seen a ghost...

...but he was actually looking at the jumbled mess of pixels on the TV screen. “Aww man,” he groaned, “I thought I cleaned this already!” Turning to his daughter, he asked, “Hey can you reach into my backpack and grab the Q-Tips and alcohol?”

Sure enough, there was a bottle of Isopropyl alcohol and Q-Tips in the backpack, and Lily deftly fished them out and gave them to her man-child of a father. Or was the correct term “Child-Man”? Lily wasn’t quite sure but pushed that thought to the side as she said to him, “Hey, I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick! B.R.B.!”

“Okie dokie,” her Dad said as he happily cleaned the game cartridge pins. He always found something so cathartic about cleaning cartridges and getting them to work. It was almost zen-like.

Of course, Lily did not go to the bathroom. Instead, she walked right over to Tulpa’s levitating elongated neck and head, opened the door they were peeking out from (which pulled their head out of the door), and marched in with a mixture of disapproval, frustration, and worry on their face. “What are you DOING!?” she demanded with her teeth clenched and her voice lowered.

“Want to... see,” Tulpa said bashfully. Lily noticed that they weren’t looking her in the eyes.

“It’s just my DAD and his games!” pleaded Lily.

“I’d like... to meet... him,” said the curious ghost.

Lily turned to look at the door, then back to Tulpa, and raised her thumb like a hitchhiker to point to the door behind her. “Him!?” Lily said incredulously, “What for!? He can’t even see or hear you anyway!”

It was true that Tulpa could not be seen by anyone other than Lily, and Tulpa knew that all too well. Not a single living soul was able to see or truly hear them any time before now. Lily was the exception and neither of them had any idea why. But, the apparition thought to itself, the person out in the living room was Lily’s father. What if...

“AH HA!” Lily practically jumped from her father’s victorious cheer, “I GOT IT!” he crowed from the living room. Lily did a small face palm as the shout gave her flashbacks to when she was eight-years old and her Dad would practically scream at the top of his lungs every time he died playing Ninja Gaiden after Lily had gone to sleep. Few things were more terrifying than being woken up out of a deep dream by the shrill shrieks of your own father.

Lily turned to Tulpa and made a shushing gesture, “If you’re gonna watch, just... make sure not to touch anything so he won’t know someone’s there, okay!?”

Tulpa nodded, somewhat solemnly, as Lily stepped out to join her Dad in the living room. Inside the room Tulpa was in, there was a large mirror attached to a vanity table. The inquisitive incorporeal individual looked at its reflection in the mirror. They could see their matted hair and large googly eyes, as well as lack of facial features, and for the first time in its existence, began to think about its appearance.

No one before could see them, so what they looked like never really mattered. Lily was the first person who could see Tulpa, and she accepted them for just the way they were. That was something they really liked about Lily. At the same time though, they never thought about how they wanted others to see them if they could see them.

Tulpa thought about how Lily included them in the things she did, and how much they enjoyed spending time with Lily. Even if they weren’t watching cartoons, the time they shared was always fun and enjoyable. They wanted to get to know Lily better, and what better way than by getting to meet her Dad? Wouldn’t it be better if they were all together?

Sure he probably wouldn’t be able to see them, but...

...maybe he could?

And if he could, what would he think of them?

What would Tulpa want them to think of them?

Continuing to stare at themselves in the mirror, Tulpa made a decision. It was going to take all of their concentration, but “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” It began by taking a very, very, very deep breath. They sucked in as much air as they could, practically inflating themselves like a balloon.

Once they had inhaled as much as they could, they held their mouth shut and tried to squeeze the air out using whatever specters had for muscles. The human equivalent would have been if someone were to hold their breath, pinch their nose, and try to get their ears to pop. A small popping noise could be heard in the room, as Tulpa succeeded in popping out some ears.

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Back in the living room, Lily was resting her arm on the armrest of the couch, with face resting in the palm of her hand, and looking extremely bored. Her Dad was already sitting on the opposite end of the couch, navigating Trevor Belmont through Stage 1 after showing off how the game’s prologue fit the Netflix show’s narrative. Lily was, naturally, not paying attention to any of it as her mind was somewhere else completely.

“What am I doing?” she thought to herself, “Why does it matter if Tulpa’s out here or not? I mean, it’s not like Dad can see them or anything.” As she thought to herself, deep down she came to realize what her problem was. It wasn’t about her Dad meeting Tulpa, it was about Tulpa meeting her Dad!

Despite him being good natured and an affable person, he was still her Dad, and Dads by definition tended to be embarrassing as Hell! He had actually researched Dad jokes and has kept an arsenal of them up his sleeves ever since Lily could remember. He rarely ever acted like an average 48-year old man in public, and some times, Lily would feel ashamed that between the two of them, she would be considered the adult.

(During the Christmas season, he saw all the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1-Up Arcade Cabinets on display in Wal-Mart and would always turn them on and set the volume to maximum! According to him, he was trying to recreate the “arcade atmosphere” of his youth.)

But despite the occasional embarrassment, he was still her Dad, and she wouldn’t trade him for any other Dad in the world. He was always open minded, and whenever he didn’t understand something, he made an effort to try and understand. Like that time he asked her to show him her rock collection and tell him about all the different kinds she had and what made them so unique. He was always a cool Dad like that.

He raised her the best that he could and helped her with her homework. He drove her to places she wanted to go when she was little, and took her to theme parks, the zoo, science centers, museums... he was always actively involved in her upbringing and that meant a lot to Lily.

The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard from the hallway.

“I’m overreacting, aren’t I?” she thought to herself. “I should have just asked Tulpa to sit down and watch him play. I mean, misery loves company, right? And plus he-“

It was at that moment that Lily’s eyes began to widen as she realized she had just heard the sound of a door opening and closing come from the hallway. Her Dad turned around at the noise and Lily whipped herself around at breakneck speed. She nearly choked on her own spit at what she saw.

It was Tulpa.

It was definitely Tulpa...

...But they looked human!

They had a nose, two ears, and opaque, pale skin. Their hair still looked matted and unwashed, their eyes were still large, and their teeth still looked sharp even though they were a bit more rounded. They were wearing a turtleneck blouse and a long skirt that went all the way down to their ankles. On their feet were white socks which were probably there since Tulpa hadn’t really gotten the hang of manifesting realistic feet yet. And they were definitely female (or going for the feminine look).

They looked kind of like that one really tall girl from that really popular anime everyone kept talking about, “Hands Off My Aerosol Can” or something like that.

There was a brief moment of silence in the room that felt like it stretched on for an eternity (even though it only lasted a fraction of a second). Lily’s Dad was looking right at them, or at least, in their direction. Lily could tell Tulpa had “dressed up” to meet her father, but doubted it would have mattered since there was no way he could-

“Hi there! You must be Lily’s roommate!” greeted Lily’s Dad.

...To Be Continued...

#my roommate is an apparition #Tulpa #reddpenn #Castlevania #fanfiction

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lideria · 4 years

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Loverboy. | YangYang

Request: hiiii i wanna request something bc i had inspiration but i dont really write things, something with yangyang being your brother’s best friend and your family goes swimming with him along but he’s really awkward around you because he likes you? i just find that really cute 😭

Author’s Note: I really like this? And I love the love YangYang’s getting? I have another request for YangYang and wow that makes me happy? Also keep in mind I’m an only child so I tried my best based on what I’ve seen lmao

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of drinking, not proofread I’m sorry I’m really bad at it. English is my second language so if there are any errors please excuse me! I think that should be it? Let me know if there is more!

Word Count: 3.832 kinda long

Genre: Fluff, sprinkles of Crack and Angst, yet another college!au but not dominantly I’d say, friends!au, whof*ckingknowshowtheyendup!au

Hope you enjoy it loves! Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night, I’m heading off to sleep lol 💚

“YangYang, why don’t you come with us this time?”

There is a dead silence that occurs after your father speaks. The three of you had been hanging out— lounging around on the couches since the weather is too hot to do anything else— as you always do in the living room while your parents were outside grocery shopping for the coming trip, and this happened to be their greeting when they stepped into the house. Your father’s suggestion is lighthearted with a smile on his face, which is making the silence more unbearable than it has to be. “We’re just staying for the weekend. I think your parents would be okay with it, don’t you think?”

“Um, I don’t know,” YangYang answers quickly and rather awkwardly. He looks to his side when your brother nudges (more like jokingly kicks) his leg with his foot. “Just say yes man.”

You do not bother to look up from your phone at the conversation that is going on, because this conversation has been repeating itself for a couple of years now. The answer had always been no at the end— since YangYang had to work at the dance studio, in his defense. Two years ago was hectic because of all the college businesses that had to be taken care of, document work and moving in and what not, and last year had been the same because of your admission to college.

As far as you and your brother knows he does not have an excuse this time. Plus, the three of you do not have the chance to hang out as much anymore as all of your schools’ schedules fall on different times, so this could be one of the last times you get to hang out freely until next year.

You hear the subject of the question laugh slightly. “I guess my sister could use a little break from me,” It is then that you hear a shuffle, a more audible hit, and a grunt that follows from your brother’s best friend. “It’s literally three letters, you’re making things harder than they need to be.”

“It’s not like you don’t sleep over at ours anyway, what makes it different if it’s someplace else?” You ask, and the two boys turn to look at you. Lifting your finger to your temple and tapping it several times you smile at YangYang, knowing the peer pressure must get to him at this point— not to mention the very drunken sleepovers he had had in college he had told you guys about in apartments he had not known the residents of. Both your brother and you could play that card any time.

YangYang seems to recognize that. “When are we leaving, then?”

The next day, five in the morning. You put your luggages one by one into the car, having to place a couple of them in front of the backseats since the stuff you had taken for only three days had already occupied most of the space. YangYang looks surprisingly awake, more awake than you and your brother could ever look waking up at that time.

And as if it is not bad enough that you are awake at this time after barely an hour’s sleep last night (as you had procrastinated getting ready until you absolutely had to), your brother opens the back door and nods his head towards the seats. “C’mon. You’re sitting in the middle.”

“Why do you hate me so much?” The whine is one of desperation since on top of everything you also have to sit on the tightest and hardest seat. But your brother does not give into it. “I don’t hate you, we just need more leg room than you do.” Which is right, but annoying.

You are the first to sit down at your seat, your brother and YangYang following suit. The three of you sit in silence as your parents and YangYang’s speak to each other outside, laughing. You can hardly keep your eyes open but when you are about to put your earphones on and lay your head back to try and sleep, your brother decides to start speaking. He starts going on and on about his plans for the upcoming two and a half days as if he would have the time to do them all, and at one point he starts speaking of someone you know all too well.

When he does, you shoot your eyes open and turn to face him. “You’re gonna hang out with who?”

“Didn’t you hear? Was I not loud enough?” He raises his voice, which makes both you and YangYang hiss a little at his antic because it really is too early for whatever he is doing. “Fuck you, okay? I don’t care. Just don’t have your tongues down each other’s throats around me. That’s disgusting.”

“I apologized for that and it wasn’t even my fault.” He says just as your parents open the doors to their seats, prompting you to shut your mouths up. It annoyed you to all extents imaginable that he would be hanging out with his summer fling once again— not that you did not like them, but the fact that they would never commit to a full on relationship was incredibly annoying considering they do whatever they do every single summer.

He mumbles something about you being upset you are lonely as your mother starts the car and starts driving, and you elbow him in the side, eliciting a silent groan from him as YangYang chuckles at you two. You lay your head back, your neck incredibly uncomfortable— so you give up on it instantly and turn to YangYang.

“Can I lay my head on your shoulder? I’ll share my earphones with you.”

It takes him a while to respond, which is weird, but it is still too early in the morning after all. In the end, though, he gulps a little and nods saying of course. So you lay your head down on his shoulder that is arguably not any more comfortable than the headrest is but at least your head is laid at a reasonable angle. YangYang accepts the earphone you hand out to him, and places his elbow against the window, leaning his cheek against his knuckles as he starts watching the changing scenery.

You fall asleep within a few minutes.

The drive lasted only about four hours long, so when you arrived at the little baby blue cottage near the beach none of you were really awake. But that matter had to be thrown to some non-visitable place in your brain as there was much cleaning to do before any of you could even imagine walking down to the beach.

Your brother vacuums and YangYang mops the floors as you dust around and clean the windows, your parents take care of the groceries and switch the water and electricity on. Luckily the cottage is really small, barely a living room with a sofa and a love-seat pushed close to each other, a small and old TV, open-plan kitchen with little counter space, two small bedrooms— yours with a couple pull out couches— and a small bathroom with very limited space that could only fit one person at a time.

But it still holds a warm feeling to it not counting the heat outside. The kind that makes you feel all warm and lovely inside.

Even though the cottage is small, cleaning it up takes some time. It is already the afternoon by the time you are finished, which is really sad considering today is Saturday, and you would already be on your way back by Monday afternoon.

But you forget about it when YangYang walks into the bedroom the three of you would be staying in, seeing you cleaning the windows. He drops his bag on a couch before turning back at you. “I’m done with mopping.”

“That’s great.” You say, spraying more of the cleaning liquid to the glass before getting back to trying to get a stubborn stain off. “I can help you, if you’d like.”

“Ah,” The cloth drops to your leg as you huff because wow it is really hot. “I mean I think I’ll be done soon. You guys can get ready to go out I guess.”

Silence. The awkward kind, but the kind of awkward where you know he is hesitant to tell you something. Only one thing comes to your mind. “Did he—?” You cannot finish the sentence because of how damn angry the possibility makes you that your brother ditched you and his best friend from the first minute. “He said they’re only gonna greet each other and he’ll be meeting us at the beach.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you get back to wiping. “If he’s so in love, why wouldn’t he just ask them out I swear this happens all the fucking time—“

YangYang starts laughing as you rant, and you join him after a while, half because your response to feeling pissed off is laughing and half because his low laugh is pretty damn contagious. After your laughs subside you throw the cloth on the windowsill because to all hell with that— if your brother gets to vacuum and immediately storm out, you get to go outside without taking the stain off the window. “Let’s just get ready.”

The beach is not crowded when you walk down, most probably because it is not the season yet for most people.

The waves are ginormous but you do not really care, the sea was mostly like this rather than not. Which is why you just put down your towel without so much as a glance at its way. YangYang does the same as you, helping you with the umbrella and making sure it would not budge in the wind. “Are you really not mad at my brother?” You ask as you put the last stone at the corner of your towel to secure it in place.

“Why would I be?” He looks completely unbothered, which kind of answers your question. “I don’t know, bros before hoes and all that,” You huff. “I’d be mad at him— I am mad at him.”

“We both know he’s kind of really head over heels. Doesn’t faze me,” YangYang chuckles as you bunch up some sand in your hand. “Plus, he was the one that asked your father to come here.”

“He was?” The sheer shock that you seem to show makes him laugh, eyes tracing over your face as he leans on his hand. “You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t,” You confirm, shaking your head side to side. “Why— no offense, but why would he encourage you to come along then?”

YangYang clears his throat a little and shrugs. “Emotional support if things go wrong, I guess.”

You laugh, shaking your head again. Then it hits you. “Wait, so he’s actually gonna ask them out?”

“Yeah, I mean they’d been kind of trying the long distance thing out this year. So I don’t even know if he has to ask them out.” There is a pause before he smiles. “I’m happy for him. At least one of us gets to have the relationship they want, even if it’s hard to have it.”

Your head snaps at him at that, a wide grin on your face. “Aw, you have someone you like?”

The question seems to fluster him immediately. He gets uncomfortable, you can feel it, as he shifts in his place and sniffs. He is all smiley when he turns his gaze towards the sea. “I do. But I don’t think it’ll happen.”

“Why is that? Tell me about them,” Your words only seem to corner him further, but you frankly cannot care. Knees close to your chest, you hug them closer, placing your chin on top of your knee. He looks at you briefly before letting out an airy chuckle and turning his gaze back to where it had been. “They’re just.. amazing. Witty and playful but also grounded. Good thing is we’re close, but yet we’re so far. That’s all I can say, really.”

You want to nag him about it, but he cuts you off before you can, his head perking up. “Oh, your parents are coming.”

He gets surprised when you spring up onto your feet urging him to do the same with your hand. He gets up too, and you take your beach attire as quickly as you can which prompts an all awkward cough from him, tugging at his t-shirt before taking your own piece of clothing off your neck. “If you don’t want to be interviewed for the next several hours we have to go swimming right now.” You explain, knowing your parents would keep him as a hostage for some conversation— topic most likely being how college is, if he is doing good in his classes, if he is happy with his life, what does he want to do in the future, any hopes and dreams; the topics were endless.

The two of you only say hello to your parents before rushing to the sea, jumping in without much preparation as the waves would have hit you first if you had not done it.

The water is really cold because of the current, but you still have your fun.

YangYang and you both help your parents cook that night after taking your showers, and even as you are eating, your brother does not return. After you finish your dinner and the two of you have some coffee, you start talking about how dancing is going for YangYang, and your brother does not return.

Even when you drag YangYang outside by his wrist, walking to the square filled with stands and shops, saying “I need enough ice cream to make me regret being born.” and eat said enough amount, regret ever bracing the surface of this earth as your companion does the same, and come back— your brother does not return.

Instead, he returns after YangYang and you prepare his bed for him on the ground and change into your pajamas one by one. To be exact, he returns when the two of you are having your final glasses of water before going to sleep.

YangYang and you had agreed on doing something for when he did return, so even as you are caught by surprise as you are sipping on your water, you force it down before starting to applaud your brother. His friend beside you lets out a laugh at you before joining. Your brother looks something between surprised and confused.

“You found your way home!” You shout, making your parents laugh all the way from their room (which is not that far from the kitchen given the cottage’s size). “You’ve grown so much, you can find directions on your own without us having to pick you up.” You place your hand on your chest for dramatic measures. “I’m so proud.”

“Shut up.” Although his voice comes out annoyed, your brother has a smile on his face that makes you happy. You lean on the counter as he walks over and fills up a glass of water for himself, looking up at him curiously— and a bit mischievously. With your elbow you nudge YangYang a bit, encouraging him to ask.

He does. “So, how’d it go?”

“It went so bad that I had to take a walk that ended up lasting a few hours— it went good. We missed each other.” As always with your brother, he has to be annoying while answering the question. He leaves to get ready for bed leaving the two of you behind.

You and YangYang only look at each other in annoyance, and you make him break in laughter when you mock your brother’s it went good, we missed each other.

The three of you are out the door the moment you finish your breakfast next morning.

You gather your towels, the umbrella, the volleyball and the frisbee for your full day at beach that you must make the most of before going back home the next day.

The waves seem more acceptable today although they are nowhere near calm, but again, you do not care. You place the towels down, YangYang helps with the umbrella again, and your brother sets up the snacks you had brought along. The small cooler sits in between the towels and under the umbrella’s shadow.

The three of you all decide that playing some volleyball and ultimate frisbee before getting into the water is a smart choice, so you play around for who knows how long. Sun shining bright and strong on your heads, sand burning the bottoms of your feet, the sea breeze hitting your faces; sometimes you laugh, sometimes you scream in frustration, sometimes you scream just because you want to. All three of you have your fair share of sand in your mouths and on your face after dipping countless times for the volleyball and the frisbee. You get a couple of sand burns on your feet, and YangYang scratches the side of his hand when he falls down after catching the frisbee and landing on a random piece of log that had washed up to the shore— most likely after a forest fire that brought the content with the sea current.

But you definitely have a burnout at some point and have a swim in the sea, a swim of unnecessary splash wars considering how big the waves are. The two boys keep dunking each other’s heads into the sea, having their own fun from time to time, being silly. The mood is up there the whole time as you join their competition on who will hold their handstand for the longest time which is weird as the waves knock you all over so it really depends on how far the wave is when you start your handstand.

And it only hits you just how much time has passed when all of you go back and wrap yourselves in towels and sit down to have a few snacks along with some beer that was packed in the cooler.

“It’s so hot,” YangYang complains, and upon placing a hand on his shoulder you can indeed say he is hot. Probably too hot. The best solution you have at that moment is holding the cold beer bottle against his back. Which makes him jump in his place, and gets you laughing. “That feels so good but it’s so cold!” He basically screams, and you urge your brother to do the same as what you are doing, reaching out for the ice in the cooler.

You notice how pink or rather red his back is when you put the ice in his t-shirt in an attempt to make an ice bag out of it. “You’ve burned,” You let out with a laugh. “That’s gonna peel for sure.” And you place the makeshift bag on his back.

When you get back to the house your brother is the first to take a shower since he has a special someone he needs to see once more before he leaves for home and for another year of college.

YangYang sits on the lounge chair out on the porch with you stood behind him, putting on aloe vera burn cream on his burnt upper back. He groans sometimes but tries to hide it by laughing, and honestly you are grateful for that— because it really looks like it must be hurting a whole lot, and you do not like seeing people in pain. “You messed up big time loverboy.”

He chokes on his spit. “What?”

“What, what? You messed up because you didn’t put enough sunscreen, and you are crushing on someone— hence the loverboy.”

“Ah, yeah,” He mumbles. “True.”

Everyone is asleep.

At least everyone should be, but you are not.

Instead you are sat out on the porch, and on the lounge chair, with only a glass of water in your hands and your earphones placed on your ears as songs of all kinds play. The midnight breeze had been too inviting for you to not stay up, hearing the angry waves of the sea crash to the shore. In the distance there is a cargo ship (ships were frequent in the off-season and at nights since the beach was not much used), the only light source in sight.

The sky is already only ever so slightly turning into a brighter grey, signaling the coming of the morning. You still had half a day before having to return back to sitting at your middle seat for the four hour drive, then doing the laundry, and then slowly but surely getting back to chores and schoolwork, preparing for your return to the campus in the upcoming weeks.

But right now, you want to stay in this moment forever. This moment where everything is so silent and so peaceful without worry of school or work or anything, this moment where your parents still do not have to get back to work, this moment where your brother is still close to the person who he loves.

It feels selfish for you to even think of it, though. Because you know YangYang is not truly all that happy at this moment. He is still crushing on someone, someone who he knows he does not have much chance of being together with. And on top of that, he is doing it with a pretty bad burn on his back.

Maybe time must move on for him, then. Maybe as time moves on everything can fall in place a bit better.

But you definitely want time to stop again when someone pulls an earphone out of your ear. You jump a little in your seat, trying to make out the face in the dark before they speak. “Hey,” YangYang whispers. “You weren’t sleeping were you?”

“No,” You say as your heart beats, no signs of slowing. “You couldn’t sleep?”

He chuckles at the answer that will get repeated, and at the question that addresses the obvious. “No,” And he sits down on the seat you open up for him, the two of you sitting side to side, arms touching. “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?” He sighs, and you can tell it is shaky, but not in the sad way. You do not remember ever seeing him sad, for that matter. “About my feelings.”

“What about your feelings?” There is a huff that leaves him that is full of uncertainty, but it is less shaky than his sigh. Bravery, maybe. His eyes that are fixed on the ship turn to you, a smile on his face, and he has to take one more breath before he speaks, eyes once again trailing all over your face before landing on yours.

“I really like you. Have been for a long time. I just thought you should know.”

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Sweater Weather Part Six

Alright everyone here is the final part to this fic, it’s pretty short as I didn’t quite like how I was going to end it originally and re-wrote it to better accomplish a semi-decent ending. Enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: 18+ (Not smut but just to cover my ass)

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Words: 2,844

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own. Enjoy!

Part Six

When Pepper put two and two together about you and your Captain’s whereabouts she promptly sent you a text saying she would get Peter and Carol to help make dinner so you wouldn’t have to. You had quickly sent back a “Thank you!” before sneaking off with Steve to the showers to clean up, as well as have round four (and five) of the mattress mambo. Without the mattress. You were learning very quickly that super serum had plenty of upsides, and you were a fan of all of them.

You were snuggled into the very same satisfied Captain watching videos of your adventures over the past three years on your phone when a very obnoxious Sam and Bucky all but kicked in your door.

“Stop playing tickle-tail and come get some food!” Bucky held his hand over his and Sam’s eyes as they entered, and you were more than happy that Steve had talked you into putting on clothes.

“Yea! Stop playing Doctor!” Sam cut in, you reaching behind you to throw a well aimed pillow at them.

“Guys we have clothes on.” Your response was met with nervous chuckling as Bucky removed his hand, finding the two of you cuddling together quite a cute sight. You unwillingly untangled yourself from your blonde beau’s strong arms and stretched, standing from your bed and looking at the two friends. “Well? Lead the way!” You noticed their slightly wide eyes and faltered your steps. “What?”

“You might want to put on a sweater first Y/N.” Sam said pointedly, trying to avoid eye contact with some of the fresh marks Steve had left on your neck and shoulders. Your hands shot out to run across your skin, as if you could see them with your fingertips.

“How bad is it?!” You exclaimed, rushing to turn on your phone’s camera to get a better look.

“Looks like you lost a war with a vacuum cleaner.” Bucky shrugged, your face burning with the intensity of the sun as you zoomed in on your irritated skin, some of the marks already turning a dark purple shade. There weren’t that many, but the one on your neck was looking very prominent. You squeaked in anger, pushing your attacker hard in the chest as he went to stand, the action catching him unaware and sending him back on the bed with a loud thump.

“What the hell Rogers!? I told you no marks on my neck! I’m going to have to wear a scarf in the middle of August at my first day of work tomorrow!” Steve looked down at the ground embarrassed as he stood up again, Sam and Bucky snickering in the background.

“Sorry Doll, I got carried away…” He tried, smiling at you and forcing your resolve to melt upon contact. “You’re too delicious, I was weak…”

“Alright, we’re out of here.” Bucky made a face, stopping your boyfriend from finishing his statement. “Throw some ice on it for a few and cover it with some concealer and powder. We’ll get Pepper to light some candles and dim the lights so Captain not so successful Cockblock doesn’t see em.”

You quirked a brow at Bucky’s instructions, crossing arms over your chest. “And just how do you know these tricks Barnes?”

“Nat.” Was all the brunette said with a wink, dragging a rightly puzzled Wilson out of the room. You shook your head as the new information sunk in, walking over to the cooler and pulling out some ice to hold on your neck, not missing Steve’s darkening eyes as he stepped towards you.

“Ooooh no, don’t look at me like that. You need to get out of here and into the dining room before Tony comes looking for us.” You jokingly pushed him as he looped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling you to him as he ghosted your tank top clad shoulders with his lips.

“Can’t help it, that ice cube gave me ideas…” He chuckled darkly as you shivered, squirming out of his grasp and mock glaring at him.

“Later.” You hissed, again pushing him away before going to your dufflel bag and searching for a tee shirt to cover your other marks. You sighed in frustration as you were forced to throw on the only one you had left, realizing it was black and as such would no doubt be hot as hell to eat in. But at least you would be packing up and leaving the compound after dinner. You couldn’t wait to blast the a/c in your truck the whole way home.

While expertly covering up the mark on your neck you heard the rumble of the Quinjet, figuring everyone had gotten sick of no cool air inside the compound and elected to have dinner in the large aircraft. Not that you could blame them, your jury rigged coolers could only do so much. After you looked presentable, making sure the discoloration wasn’t as noticeable as before, you and Steve walked hand in hand to the dining room, both of you stopping in shock at the elegant dinner sitting in front of you. Candles were lit and not a soul was around, only two place settings, a bottle of wine in a small bucket on the side, and the smell of food overwhelming your senses. You picked up the small note on the corner, admiring the perfect cursive. Pepper

“Tony wanted take out to avoid looking at you two. He mentioned getting noise cancelling headphones for everyone as a Christmas gift. Enjoy your dinner, we took the jet but we’ll be back in a bit.

P.S Don’t eat at the table naked, I haven’t scotch guarded the chairs yet. ”

Your laughter rang out as you passed the note to Steve, who smiled and rolled his eyes, pulling your chair out for you so the two of you could eat. Your mouth was watering at the roast she had made, wasting no time with loading your plate up.

“You hungry?” Blue eyes mused when you passed him the salad bowl, your own eyes sparkling back as you spared him a glance before promptly stuffing your face.

“Yea. I blame you and the earlier extracurricular activities.” Your muffled retort had Steve snorting into his wine glass, his eyes never leaving yours, his large hand once again finding your bare thigh. You ate in a comfortable silence after that, enjoying being alone together without the knowing stares from your friends. And Tony. The amazing food was proving to be a great distraction from Steve’s wandering hand.

After travelling the world for three years you had missed Pepper’s cooking something fierce, and you were certain you were going to put on some weight moving back here. But you were also certain Steve would be keeping you in shape. He wouldn’t hear a single complaint from you. The gang returned to the compound not too long after you had eaten so much you felt like you could burst, the two of you cleaning up the remains of dinner and washing dishes before heading back to your room.

“You two decent?” Natasha called from your doorway, Steve helping you pack up your belongings and carrying your large cooler to his room, although he wouldn’t be sleeping there tonight.

“We aren’t heathens Nat, Jesus.” You huffed out in annoyance as she smirked.

“I see you’ve packed up, headed out soon?”

You nodded at the red head, throwing the duffel over your shoulder with little effort. “Yea, I gotta get some actual sleep before I start my new job tomorrow.”

“Pepper told me you’d be working at the new Tower,” You widened your eyes at her “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell Tony or anyone else. I was sworn to secrecy.” She patted your shoulder in reassurance. Her eyes darted between you and Steve as he reentered the hallway from his own room with his own overnight bag, her expression blank. “Thought you said you needed sleep tonight?”

She laughed while deftly dodging your open palm, you barely grazing her arm in frustration. “You lot ever going to let us live this down?”

“Probably not, and it’s only going to get worse when Tony’s not around. We all promised to give him time to adjust before we start gossiping about you two.”

“Oh great. Thanks.” You huffed again, grabbing Steve’s hand and heading down the hallway to say goodbye to everyone. The group stood outside, crowded around your truck to see you off.

“Lemme know how your first day goes Short Stack.” Tony smiled warmly at you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Happy looks good on you kiddo.” You beamed back at him as you broke apart, shaking Bruce’s hand next.

“Stay cool Jolly Green.” He chuckled at you and moved aside so Thor could properly hug you goodbye. You had to force yourself to remain calm, holding back your emotions and reminding yourself you’d be seeing all of them a lot. And soon. This wasn’t goodbye. Nat and Sam both side hugged you, Carol shaking your hand. “You’re a total bad ass, I hope we can see each other more in the future.”

“Count on it Y/N.” The blonde powerhouse smirked in return, the hyper teen next in line bouncing on his feet as you made your way to him.

“Nice meeting you Peter.” You laughed as he all but launched himself at you, you fondly patting the teen’s back as he embraced you.

“You too Miss Y/N. Hopefully I see you around more!”

“You will don’t worry.” You smiled in affirmation, Bucky moving to stand in front of you. His large frame engulfed your body easily, you stiffening slightly while you recalled Steve’s words about him not being a huge hugger. “You feeling ok Barnes?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time Y/N. That being said I shouldn’t have to tell you what will happen if you break his heart.” You swallowed hard and nodded your head, his smile getting wider as he pulled away. “That goes for him too, I’m rooting for you guys.”

“Well if my best friend is done with the death threats, Y/N and I have places to be.” Steve stared at Bucky pointedly, who only shrugged and opened the truck door for you.

“Wait, where’s Pepper?” You called, your cousin nowhere in sight.

“She said to go on without her, the take out isn’t agreeing with her.” Tony waved you on, you deciding you didn’t want to wait around for her in that state. She was not quiet when she fell ill, and you could feel your face turning green at the memory of hearing her drunken retching during your partying phase. You happily jumped in your truck and promptly started the engine, making sure the air conditioning was on full blast as soon as you shut the door. Steve climbed in next to you, waving out the window to your friends as you pulled out of the parking lot, leaving the sticky compound behind you in a cloud of dust.

~~~Next Day~~~

“I’m telling you Pep you should really look into hiring a new Receptionist now that this place is back in business.” Tony took off his sunglasses as he entered the newly built Stark Tower, his eyes blinking to adjust after the assault of photographers demanded photographic evidence of the opening ceremony.

His wife only smiled knowingly as they neared the front desk after her husband checked in with security for the day. She nodded at you, you taking the cue and sliding a large paper cup across the top of the reception counter.

“Good morning Mister Stark, here’s your black coffee and paper. You have an appointment with a Mister Fury at noon, followed by a press conference at two.”

You’d remember Tony’s shocked face for the rest of your days.

“You gotta stop trying to kill me Short Stack!” He wheezed, clutching his chest and taking the small cup with a grin. “My old ass can only take so fucking much.”

“Sir that language is highly inappropriate. Don’t make me go to human resources on our first day of business.” Your threat had no actual substance and your cousin in law saw right through you, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Joke’s on you Y/N, She’s on vacation until September.” You snorted, your two family members taking their leave and heading towards the elevators. The rest of the team followed in after, quickly noticing your new position and cheering with excitement.

Steve’s wide smile as his blue eyes met your gaze made your heart stop.

“Ya know, when you said you wouldn’t be far this morning I thought you were just being cute.” He mused, you smirking into your coffee cup as he brought his lips down to kiss your cheek. “Have lunch with me today?”

“Just go ahead and assume my answer is “Yes” to everything you ask from here on out.” You quipped, tossing him a wink before reaching to answer the phone. “Thank you for calling Stark Industries this is Y/N, how may I direct your call?”

“Oooh, your phone voice is sexy Sweetheart.” You swatted his arm and sent him away, rolling your eyes at his wiggling eyebrows as he walked backwards all the way to the elevators, forcing you to hold in your giggles while you remained on the phone. Lovesick idiot.

You day continued to pass by in a blur, and before you had time to make heads from tails with the computer system it was already lunch time.

“Let’s go Short stack, Kay’s is calling us.” You brought your head up from behind the desk, Pepper holding a small delicately wrapped box in her hands as she kept in step with your cousin in law. “Lunch is on me today. As a hashtag welcome to the team I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you brat peace offering.”

You shook your head with a smile, a certain tall blonde coming up behind them to sweep you away. “Sorry Snark,” Grasping Steve’s hand you allowed him to lead you out from behind the long desk, memorizing the way your cousin in law feigned being hurt. “I have a prior engagement.”

“Well fine. Ya know I saw her first Cap. I don’t do well with being second place.” He huffed.

“Don’t worry Tony, you’ll always be my number one pain in the ass.” You beamed, the man barking out a laugh.

“Before you go I wanted you to be here while Tony opens his opening day gift from me!” Pepper spoke nervously, handing the box to her husband who only looked at her suspiciously.

“Every day you don’t murder me is a gift from you darling.” He joked, untying the ribbon with ease, the lid falling off the top with a certain childish carelessness that made everyone around you laugh. “Uh honey…”

“Yes sweetie?” Her tone had a sense of insecurity and you were a bit thrown off by her sudden mood swing.

“Make sure my dress doesn’t go over my head.” Was all the dark haired man got out before promptly passing out, Steve acting quick to catch your out cold cousin before he severely injured himself on the hard floor. Your eyes moved to find the three objects that had fallen out of the box, gasping alongside Natasha and Bruce as they bent to pick them up.

“Pepper, you’re pregnant!?” You breathed out, your cousin giving a shy smile and nodding.

“My first appointment is tomorrow, will you come with me?” Tears of happiness stung your eyes as you enthusiastically nodded, rushing to hug her.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss making fun of Tony being a dad for anything in the world!” She cried in your arms back, the two of you holding onto each other for a long moment as the Avengers and some random people started to clap for her. “Congratulations, you’re gonna be an amazing mom!”

“I hope so Y/N.” Pepper smiled behind more tears, breaking from the hug and giving you a light nudge. “Now go have lunch with your man, we’ll talk after work.”

Steve left Tony in Thor’s confused arms and reached for your hand, smiling the whole way out of the tower. “Some weather we’re having huh?” He scrunched his nose up at the clouds, the sky looking a menacing shade of gray.

You shrugged in indifference, “I’ll take the rain over a heat wave any day.”

“It’s always a heat wave when I’m with you Sweetheart.”

A deadpanned expression crossed your features as you stopped in your tracks to look up at him. “You’re lucky you’re cute. That was so fucking corny Rogers.”

“Yea, but you love me anyway.” You raised an eyebrow at his cocky assumption.

“Eh, I blame the heat wave” A growl came out from his throat and you yelped, jumping just out of his grasp and running down the street, the two of you laughing the whole way to your favorite diner.

The end

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Time Traveler’s Oliver and Company AU

About the AU (x) Other Drabbles (x) ___________

Part 4: Streets of Gold

The sunrise over the city was quiet lovely, despite it already being rush hour. People were eagerly on their ways to get to their jobs throughout the city. The traffic on the streets were just as bad as the traffic on the sidewalks. Rose made sure she was always within an arms reach of Quincy, especially having no idea where they were headed.

Eventually, Rose finally asked a question that had been bugging her since she woke up that morning. “Okay. What did you find out?”

“What?” He asked looking down at her quickly.

“You know what I mean. You were there all night. Like you didn’t do some digging on the internet. What did you find?”

He shrugged. “Nothing much. Social media accounts, foster system file, your paypal. No wonder you’re not worried about running from the system.”

“If you saw my social media, then you saw my YouTube account. Thus, the paypal. Stay in a place for so long, make a few videos, post them sporadically, rake in a few pretty pennies.”

“I didn’t watch any videos, just saw that you had one. Honestly, I was too focused on the foster system file. You have some track record there. Coast to coast and everywhere in between.”

“What can I say? I hated the system.”

“Obviously.”

He quickly grabbed her backpack strap and pulled her into an apartment building. She made a tiny noise at the sudden change of direction. The stairwell to this building seemed a bit run down but not to the point of being a shit hole. Hell, she’s lived in houses worse than this. He lead her up three flights of stairs and down a hallway. Always the last door on the left. Always!

He stopped at the last door on the left, so cliche, and opened it. He ushered her in first and shut the door behind them. “So my roommate should still be out. Bathroom is down the hall, you’re free to use it. Was not expecting to spend the night at the warehouse so, I gotta shower and grab some shit for the day.”

She nodded and headed back where he had pointed. Before she could even shut the door, she heard another door close. Assuming it was his door, she went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Though a shower sounded nice, dry shampoo would be her friend for a day or two still.

Instead she brushed her teeth first before spraying her hair down with dry shampoo. She dug into her backpack and changed clothes for the day. Those travel sized vacuum seal bags were lovely, the kind where you just rolled out the air. Layers were also a friend. She changed everything but her hoodie and jacket. Deodorant went next after feeling not disgusting anymore followed by some body mist.

She debated for a minute if she even wanted to bother with makeup, which she decided yes. Just some eyeliner and a nice lipgloss mostly. Soon she deemed herself presentable enough and cleaned up the bathroom like she had found it.

By the time she opened up the door, the apartment was still empty and Quincy’s door was still shut. Already hearing his voice in her head about not touching anything, she went over to the couch and sat down. This was going to be an ideal time to plug her phone in for a bit and charge it, alongside her backup battery. Despite it charging, she poked at it a bit and checked on her social media accounts to keep occupied.

A door opening caused her to look. What she thought was going to be Quincy was not, it was another man instead coming through the front door. He gave her a look and an equally confused courtesy wave.

“Q?” The man asked.

Rose pointed to his bedroom. Jesus how many nicknames did this dude have?

The man, instead of knocking, burst right into Quincy’s room. Rose turned her attention back to her phone, best to just stay out of it.

The man didn’t care by this point and just walked into Quincy’s bathroom in his room. Thankfully he was still in the shower.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Quincy yelled.

“I should be asking you the same thing!” The other man shouted back.

“Fucking knock next time, asshole!”

“Why the hell is there a teenager sitting in our living room?”

“Uh, my living room. You’re the one who’s moving out.” Quincy was terrible at answering questions.

“Not the point, there’s still a teenager in the living room!”

“I know that!” He shut off the water and grabbed the towel he had draped over the shower curtain rod. “It’s a long story, okay? When are you officially moving out?”

“I came to grab a few more things and I’m out today. I’m leaving you a check for the rest of the month’s rent and whatever else I owe you and I’m gone.”

“The rest of the shit in your room?”

“Leaving it here.”

Quincy groaned and stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist. “God you suck.”

He shrugged. “Well at least I don’t bring teenagers to the apartment.”

“George, it’s a long story okay? I should still be pissed at you for leaving all of your fucking furniture for me to deal with.”

“Well the next poor sap you live with won’t have to worry about it.”

Quincy gave his ex-roommate a look. “You done roasting me now? Leaving?”

George groaned. “Yes, I’m leaving. Jesus. Just going to leave everything on the kitchen table and I’m gone.”

“Still see you at the gym next Thursday?”

“Obviously.”

With that, George left Quincy’s room. He dried off and go ready, or at least as best to his ability. That mostly consisted of picking things throughout the room that he assumed were still good to wear. Whatever, it was good enough. Hell, he even threw on a dodgers baseball hat to seal the deal.

By this point he did not care, he just wanted to get the job started. He grabbed his own backpack of goodies from beside his bed and double checked he had everything in there. Everything seemed to be there, what really mattered was his flash drive. That had everything in it for the job.

He grabbed his jacket and slung his backpack over his shoulder. When he walked out into the living room, he wasn’t surprised to see Rose sitting there on her phone.

“Is George still here?”

“Nope. He left a few minutes ago.” She responded, not looking up from her phone. “You two argue like an old married couple.”

Quincy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You ready?”

“Waiting on you.” She had already begun to gather her chargers and plugs. “What’s the game plan, chief?”

“Use public wifi to get into a big name business computer for starters. The key is getting in, everything else can then be done remotely at the warehouse.” He explained, opening the front door again. “And don’t call me ‘chief’ again.”

Rose shoved the charger plugs into her bag and zipped it up. She flung it over her shoulder and headed out the door. “Fine.”

He shut the door behind her and they walked down side by side. “You’re the first one of the gang to see where I actually live, let alone half meet my roommate.”

“Ex roommate.” She corrected. “For real though, argue like a married couple.”

“Thus why he’s moving out.”

“Is it really though?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, he started seeing someone and decided to move in with her.” He rolled her eyes. “Spare me.”

“That means you have an opening for a new roommate. Melissa perhaps?” She smiled to him. If anything it was a shit eating grin.

He gave her a tired look. “I swear to the gods above, you are worse than the rest of them and I’ve known you the shortest.”

“Oh, I heard a lot yesterday while you and Charlie were out. A lot.”

He let out a defeated sigh. “I bet.” With that he opened the door and ushered her back onto the busy sidewalks. “In this lighting, you can see the new patches of grey I obtained just from that conversation. Thank you for that.”

“Glad I can be of assistance with that.” She smiled proudly.

He let out another sigh. “God, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Yet, you still haven’t told me to fuck off yet.” She reminded.

“That’s correct.” He began to nudge her down the street again.

She decided to leave it at that. Not knowing what the day ahead was going to bring, it was probably for the best that she kept her mouth shut. Besides, she was too focused on how lovely the city looked this morning.

The rising sun cast an orange glow onto the buildings and streets to give everything a pleasant glow. Actually, it looks as if the streets were paved with gold. This had to be one of the prettiest cities she had lived in since she’s been in the foster care system. It took seven years to finally feel at home and at peace but it came.

That was quickly taken away from her as Quincy was pulling her backpack to the right as they took a corner. This street wasn’t as pretty as the last one they just walked down but something about this city was really starting to feel peaceful, despite it being loud and dirty as hell. It was a city of wonder and mystery that she loved.

Now it was time to get to business. Quincy and Rose went in and out of coffee shops all morning and well into the afternoon. Various points of the city, trying to get into their client’s target’s computer. Though their client didn’t give them much to go off of, it was something and Quincy at least knew what he was doing. Despite getting frustrated and wanting to jump into oncoming traffic every hour and a half or so, it was sort of productive.

All that mattered to Rose was the coffee she was drinking and the homework she was finishing. Though she completely missed that day of school, it was for the best not to mention it. Quincy seemed like the sort of guy who would’ve flipped and said she should’ve been in school that day. It was best to just leave it at that. The only downfall to not being in school that day was she would be without her laptop all weekend.

Fridays were her day to get out a bit earlier too so she could do just this, use coffee shops free wifi to upload her youtube videos. Now she spent her day drinking lots of coffee and doing her homework with social media breaks every so often.

It was around four or four thirty in the afternoon. Somehow they had managed to get uptown into the nicer district, close to where the upper crust people lived. It was a small coffee shop that happened to be below a paper shop. There was a dude with an acoustic guitar playing in the back of the shop that made Rose cringe externally and internally.

Either way, Quincy was getting a lot of work done and this seemed like it was going to be the ideal spot and hopefully the last. They had been at this all day and she could tell Quincy was getting annoyed. Though they had not said much, it was the amount of caffeine that man had been drinking all day and his frustrated habits were easy to pick up on. Especially the one where he put his head down on the table and groaned into his jacket sleeve. That was her favorite. Well that and when he’d lean all the way back in his chair and put his hat over his face for a minute or so. That was also comical.

Rose had looked up from her phone and saw a familiar face walk into the coffee shop. He didn’t see her right away, he was too fixated on the menu towards the side of the shop. When he walked passed her, she could see headphones in his ears. A teen with priorities.

The other young man ordered his coffee and waited for it to the side, now rocking one headphone. In one hand he held a guitar case, or in his case a bass from what she remembered about her friend. In the other he had his phone as he searched for a song. Once he settled on one, he pocketed it again and waited for his drink.

The barista called out for a orange hot cocoa and he grabbed the beverage and thanked the woman. He took a sip and that’s when Rose decided to offer a small wave to him. He smiled to her and stopped next to the table with her and Quincy.

All that mattered was that Quincy was oblivious to everything happening currently around him. Though it didn’t matter. He would try to roast her for her male friend but she’d shoot back about Melissa again.

“Hey.” The taller teen smiled down to Rose. “Didn’t see you in class today, everything okay?”

“Hey.” She returned the smile, though it was forced. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a bit hectic right now. Trying to get my shit in order.”

“Well, if you ever need a quiet place to do some studying or to run away for a bit, my place is always open to ya. My parents are usually away on business most long weekends so it’s always quiet and it gets a bit lonely sometimes. Wouldn’t mind to have a friend come over once in a while.”

“Thanks, really. I’ll have to keep that in mind at some point.”

“I’m actually late for band practice.” He laughed a bit and held up his bass case. “I’ll catch ya later, Ro.”

“See ya, Brad.” She waved to him as he walked out of the coffee shop.

She went back to her phone, completely oblivious that Quincy was staring at her. It took her a few seconds of him staring to finally look up. To be honest, she didn’t realize he knew that her friend had talked to her for a moment either.

“What?” She asked.

“You know that kid?” He asked.

“Yes? I go to school with him. He’s a bit upper crust but super down to earth.”

“Brad? Right? That’s his name?” Quincy asked.

Rose put her phone down to give him her undivided attention. “Yes. Okay, what is with these questions? Yes, his name is Brad. Yes, I know him from school. Yes, we are friends. No, I do not plan on dating him. What else do you want to know?”

He rolled his eyes. “Listen. That’s the son to our client’s target.”

“Daniel Slater?” She asked, remembering the name.

“Yes.” He shut his laptop and leaned back in the chair. “Wow, this is going to be a helluva lot easier than I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

He dug into his backpack for the flash drive. “This. If you can get what’s on this flash drive onto one of Daniel Slater’s computers, we’re golden. Mr. Sykes is going to be one happy man and he’s not the type of man you want to piss off.”

“Okay. So what are you then getting at?”

The flash drive made a small plastic clink when it hit the table. Quincy slid the device over to her. “You’re going to be the one who plants it.”

She plucked it off the table. “Me?”

“You know his son, and who literally just offered you to go over at any time. Who better? Charlie said you were apart of the gang anyway. Think you can manage it?”

She turned the flash drive over in her hand a few times before pocketing it in her hoodie. “I think I can manage it.”

“Attagirl.” Quincy smiled at her.

Something about hearing a form of validation from an adult made her smile a bit on the inside. She was apart of something. Okay, something a bit sketchy but it was something! Half of the other foster homes she’d been in were garbage and yet these hackers were willing to take her in with open arms. This was something she did not want to lose. They were all good people who just chose to do questionable things in their free time.

Quincy gathered his laptop and charger and shoved them back into his bag. “Let’s get outta here.”

She pocketed her phone next and stood up after him. “Fucking finally. I think I had enough caffeine to last me a week.”

“Or a day?” He laughed a bit.

“That too.” She smiled.

He nudged her. “Come on, there’s a pretty good pizza place up the block a bit.”

#oliver and company au #disney au #category: ttAU #category: time traveler #oc: rose #oc: q #writing post #drabble series #wip

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fangirlingforbellarke · 7 years

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The No Good, Very Bad Day

Prompt: “I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me” AU that no one asked for.

Or the one where Bellamy is getting yelled at by a customer, and Clarke is having none of it.

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There were some days Bellamy didn’t mind his job. He had some regulars that came in that were always good to him. There were always a couple of jerks sprinkled into his night, but Bellamy had been doing this long enough where he didn’t let it bother him. Besides, the fun tables usually always made up for the couple of douches he’d get.

He brought in an application after a couple weeks at college to help make some extra spending money. This place was usually busy during the dinner rush when he and his friends had gone, so he figured it’d be a great place to make a lot of tips. He only worked three nights a week to give himself plenty of time for studying. It was extremely part time.

He’d been telling himself for four years he needed to quit. But the tip money he made made every other part time job he could find not as appealing. He could make more in a few hours in just tips than some of his friends who were getting paid minimum wage for a 7 hour shift.

This job sucked his soul clean out of his body. The entitled, old customers complained the freshly made coffee wasn’t hot enough or that the food took too long to come out. Parents never tipped him to clean up after their messy toddlers that left a heaping pile of garbage on the floor that he couldn’t use a vacuum for since it was usually soggy food. The rowdy, drunk people came in and hit on him while he was at work and just being friendly because it was his job. People got mad when their expired coupons didn’t work, like it was his fault. Management was practically nonexistent and more often than not, they would schedule Bellamy on the days he wasn’t available.

There wasn’t a notebook big enough to fit all of Bellamy’s complaints. He told himself the money was worth it. He was saving up to move into a nice apartment on top of saving up money for his sister. Octavia was doing well in school and had joined several after school clubs and teams, which didn’t leave her a whole lot of time for studying anyway. A job was not going to help. Bellamy wanted her to have a normal high school life considering their childhood.

This is why he could put a smile on his face and go to work at a job he hated. It was worth it.

Today was not a good day for Bellamy. It started when he found out his bike was stolen out of his garage and since Octavia had the car, he had been forced to walk to class. It was only a few blocks to campus, but even so, he was late to class. After he apologized for being late, the professor didn’t seem to be that put off about his tardiness.

“Can I borrow your notes from what I’ve missed?” Bellamy whispered to the girl he usually sat next to.

She nodded, “I can stay behind after class. You didn’t miss very much.”

That was a relief. Bellamy turned back to the front of the class, taking out his notebook and a pen.

After gathering the notes from his classmate, Bellamy met up with his advisor to go over potential paid internships that would be most beneficial that could turn into full time, permanent jobs after the summer. They had found Bellamy’s perfect internship. It paid okay for an internship, wasn’t too far from where he lived, and it was in the Museum of Natural History where he would be giving lectures and helping out with miscellaneous things as needed. The hours were great. It was a dream come true.

If he got it.

Bellamy’s high was soon replaced with anxiety. There would be so many better qualified applicants than himself wanting the job. It’d be a miracle if he got it. He had decent grades, but there wasn’t a whole lot of experience on his resume to draw them in. His advisor gave him other potential opportunities that Bellamy also applied for, but his heart just wasn’t in it for the rest of them.

“Keep your head up,” his advisor told him with a smile, “You have a very good chance of getting accepted. You know I’ll give you a wonderful recommendation letter.”

Bellamy smiled appreciatively, wishing he felt as confident as his advisor apparently did. “That would be great.”

“We’ll probably find out in the next couple weeks. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.”

The library seemed as good a place as any to work on his thesis, but there were no open rooms. He managed to snag a table, but had to share with someone who had barely left any room for anyone else. Finding that the books he wanted were already checked out, Bellamy put in a request for them once they became available and worked on what he could without them. When he left for his next class, he hadn’t worked on much at all.

His last class got out much later than normal, causing Bellamy to be late for work. His boss, Malcolm, was having none of it, and told Bellamy if he had another tardy, he’d be let go. He’d been late one other time two years before when Octavia was sick and he had to run out for some medicine.

“Class ran longer than usual. It shouldn’t happen again,” Bellamy assured him.

“See that it doesn’t,” Malcolm nodded. “Oh, and I need you to come in at 11 tomorrow morning rather than at 4.” Malcolm, a small, plump man with an upturned nose and a frown perpetually frozen onto his face, turned back towards his computer, dismissing Bellamy.

Bellamy frowned, “Sir, that’s not in my availability. I have to work on my thesis, which is due at the end of the month.”

Without even glancing away from the computer, Malcolm replied, “I understand, but we all have responsibilities outside of work. When you took this job, you understood that you might have to help when we’re short staffed. There’s no one else we can ask.”

Bellamy swallowed a nasty retort and just nodded before he grabbed his apron off his boss’ desk and made his way back out to the front to clock in. He was not going to be getting much sleep this weekend, it seemed.

Determined not to let all the stress from his personal life affect his service that night, he put on his brightest smile and started his shift. Most of the night passed smoothly. His tables were all relatively polite and tipping well, and Bellamy was thankful something was going right that day.

But then table 5, a middle-aged couple, happened. They came in during the busiest part of the night. They started off easily enough. Bellamy brought them their drinks and put their food order in with the kitchen in perfect timing. The couple saw a booth closer to a TV they could still see from their current spot come open and just moved without saying anything. The table hadn’t even been cleaned off, yet. When Bellamy came back out from the back after running some food to other tables, he found his table deserted. It took him a minute to find them, upon which they complained about how long it took him to get over to them and requested he promptly clean the table.

Bellamy smiled and complied with their request with a forced smile. The table wasn’t in his section, but he would have to keep them. He grabbed a rag, cleaned off their table and assured them their food would be out shortly. He then went to find his manager to transfer tables. It took him awhile to find his manager outside smoking. After finally getting the table transferred, he went back out and saw the food was already delivered to their table.

Checking on the table, the couple said the food came out fine. Satisfied, Bellamy visited his other tables and made his rounds. By the time he got back to the trouble table, they were most of the way through their food.

“I’m sorry, but the food is too cold,” the woman told him with a shrug and a secret smile. There were about five bites of her chicken fried steak left.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Bellamy smiled apologetically. “Would you like me to take this into the back and have them reheat it for you?”

The woman shook her head. “No, that would take too long. We’ve waited long enough tonight, I think. We’ll just pay for our drinks and go.”

Surprised, Bellamy frowned, “I’m sorry, but you’ll need to pay for the food, too.” He wasn’t sure what she could be getting at.

“We are not paying for cold food, young man. You may think it’s okay to feed this to other people, but we don’t,” the woman told him frankly, as though there were no room for debate.

“Sorry, but if it was cold, why didn’t you say something at the beginning? I could have corrected the issue right away?” Bellamy knew he probably shouldn’t have said it, but he was having a bad day. He wasn’t about to let some sleazy people get away with not paying for food that was perfectly good.

“Excuse me? How dare you question me! The customer is always right. You do what we say. I’m sorry, but this service has been the worst I’ve ever experienced in my life. You’re slow, argumentative, and stupid. Not good qualities for a waiter,” the woman shook her head, exasperated. “I would like to speak with your manager.”

Bellamy was flabbergasted. Never had a customer ever talked to him like this before. Unwittingly, tears welled up in his eyes. Trying to blink them back, he kept telling himself he just had to get through a couple more hours and this horrible day would be over. Composing himself, he nodded and was about to turn to go get his manager to deal with this, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation over here,” a blonde haired woman cut in catching Bellamy by surprise. She was shorter than Bellamy by about half a foot. She had the most vibrant blue eyes he'd ever seen, and she had a mole above her lip. Bellamy thought she was beautiful but couldn't for the life of him figure out what she was doing, She was looking compassionately between Bellamy and the couple. “But is this person bothering you?”

She were looking directly at Bellamy as she asked that, but the woman thought she was speaking to her, “Yes, he is! I’m sure you’ve heard the whole thing. This server-”

His savior turned on the older woman, “This server has been busting his ass off for you and your husband the entire night. You moved to a dirty table without consulting your server and then had the audacity to act put off when it didn’t have it clean within seconds,” the girl started ticking off on her fingers all the reasons. “You lied about the food so you’d get it for free, and then you have the audacity to degrade this server in front of the entire restaurant when he can’t defend himself for fear of losing his job and expect me to side with you? No thanks.”

Bellamy didn’t know what to say. He was so surprised by this girl sticking up for him. Glancing up, he noticed most of this side of the restaurant watching them. Some of his coworkers had even stopped to watch how the event would unfold.

He was trying to figure out how to smooth this whole thing over when the woman said, “How dare you talk to me this way! Who do you think you are?” Bellamy kept waiting for the woman’s husband to speak up, but he actually looked ashamed, refusing to meet their eyes.

The girl shrugged, “I’m the one who will pay your tab. Not to reward you but just so you both will leave.” She stepped to the side and gestured towards the front of the building. The couple gave the girl and Bellamy a dirty look but got up and headed towards the front, pulling her husband along behind her. “If they do end up talking to your boss, you can blame me,” the girl said, smiling at Bellamy. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and took out a credit card. “Here, put their tab on my card.”

Bellamy shook his head, “You don’t have to do that.”

She shrugged like it was no big deal, like she hadn’t just saved him. “I know, but I want to, and I can afford it.”

Bellamy took the card, cashed out the table, and made his way back to where the girl was sitting. She was sitting with three other boys in one of his coworkers’ sections. They seemed a pretty diverse bunch, which made Bellamy like them all the more.

“Here’s your card back. Thanks again. You really didn’t have to do that,” he told her with a small smile. She didn’t need to do it, but he was certainly glad she had.

She smiled up at him as she accepted her card and the receipts from him. “It was my pleasure.” She turned to sign the receipt, “I’m Clarke, by the way.” Finished, she handed the receipt back to him. Bellamy shoved it into his apron without looking at it. “These are my friends: Wells, Jasper, and Monty.” She pointed at each one in turn.

All three of them gave Bellamy a little wave but remained silent.

Bellamy nodded at them. “Well, thanks again. I better get back to my other tables. I owe you.”

“Maybe you’ll return the favor someday,” Clarke replied.

Bellamy turned and made his rounds with his tables. A couple even apologized to him for the rude table's behavior towards him, which he appreciated.

Finally, the night was winding down. As he was entering in his credit card tips into the computer, he found the one that Clarke had signed for him. He couldn’t believe it. Her number was written at the top with a smiley face. And she had given him a bigger tip than what the couple owed. He couldn’t believe it, but he entered in the amount in the computer and saved her number into his phone.

After he turned everything in and was checked out with his manager, he made his way out the back. Standing at the curb five feet in front of him was Clarke. She was talking to one of the guys from her table, the one she had introduced as Wells.

Wells caught sight of Bellamy first and nodded his head towards him in greeting, which caused Clarke to turn around. She smiled at him as though he was who she had been waiting for this whole time. What he wouldn’t give to see more of that smile.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting this entire time?”

She shrugged again. She did that a lot. “There are some cool shops around here. We window shopped for a bit, too.”

“Well, I’ll leave you both to it. Hope your night looks up for you, Bellamy,” Wells said before he turned and walked down the sidewalk, probably home.

“Do you live in the area?” Bellamy asked.

“I live on campus of Arkadia,” she told him, blowing his mind. This girl went to the same school he did. How had he never seen her before?

“I go to Arkadia, too. How have I never seen you around before. What’s your major?” Bellamy asked.

“I’m Pre-Med. You?” she replied. Ah, two totally different majors, two totally different sides of campus.

“History major,” he told her.

“Nerd.”

He grinned at that but didn’t argue.

“Would it be weird if I say I knew you went to Arkadia, too? Monty has a huge crush on Nathan Miller, who I know you’re good friends with. And Monty recognized you and told me you lived off campus around here somewhere. So, I was hoping to walk you back to your place?” Her cheeks turned pink and she looked down, embarrassed.

Bellamy appreciated her boldness. “Not the weirdest thing that's happened to me today. I could use some pleasant company after the day I’ve had.” He turned and started down the sidewalk at an amicable pace, Clarke falling into step beside him.

“I hope that table didn’t ruin your entire day,” Clarke finally said.

“I could say I’m used to stuff like that, but that just sounds sad. Besides, there was this kickass girl who stepped in for me. She seemed pretty cool,” he said, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“She sounds awesome. Wish I could be as cool as her.”

“Why’d you leave me your number if you were just going to wait around?” Bellamy asked finally.

“A combination of anxiety and excitement,” she laughed.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” Bellamy assured her.

The walk to Bellamy’s house was over much too quickly. In no time at all, they found themselves on Bellamy’s porch. There was light emanating from inside, so Bellamy knew Octavia must be home. Silence descended on them as they stood on the porch. Bellamy debated asking to come in or to offer to hang out later.

“Would you want to go out tomorrow night?” Clarke suddenly asked.

Bellamy winced. “I can’t tomorrow.”

Uncertainty clouded Clarke’s eyes, “Oh.” She looked away, back down his driveway.

“Not that I don’t want to hang out. I just work again. But I’m free the next night. If that works for you?” he suggested.

She looked back at him, her lips turning up into another smile. “It’s a date. Text me the details, okay?”

“I will,” he nodded.

“Good. I can’t wait,” with that, Clarke turned and headed back down his driveway. She cast one more glance his way before she turned and walked out of sight.

Bellamy stared after her unable to stop smiling. Not that he’d even want to if given the choice.

#The 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fanfic #bellamy blake #bellamy x clarke #clarke griffin #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #writing prompt #prompt #bellarke alternate #modern au #waiter au #restaurant au

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bookofmirth · 7 years

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Can you do this prompt -- “My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.” For feysand please!!!:)

Yessss….

I made this sort-of a modern au in which Feyre crashes with Rhys every few weeks for work, and then returns to her boyfriend Tam Tam (think acomaf). I changed the prompt slightly, just to fit with what was going on.

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Feyre walked into her usual room in Rhys’ apartment and was annoyed to find the mattress bare, though the tracks on the carpet suggested it had been vacuumed recently. She couldn’t accuse him of neglecting her space, though he knew she was comparing this apartment to Tamlin’s at every moment.

Turning to him with her arms crossed, Feyre glared. “What am I supposed to do with this? You expect me to sleep here? I didn’t bring anything except clothes and toiletries.” She gestured vaguely at the bed and threw her single bag on it. Its edges crumpled and collapsed, signaling that it was nowhere near full, though it was barely big enough to carry what she would need for the weekend.

Feyre rarely brought enough of her personal effects to last her through the days she spent with him, making the few changes of clothing last as long as possible. While Rhys looked for ways to extend her stay, the paltry belongings were a clear sign that she had no intention of visiting any longer than she had to.

It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. Rhys had never expected to count down the moments when she would return, and dread when she would leave. When Lucien had suggested it, he had nearly laughed, as much from the absurdity of Feyre accepting the offer as the realization that he would have given anything to hear her say yes.

And now that she had, he didn’t know what to do with this stubborn, clever woman in front of him.

“My roommate threw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left. I’ll get some clean ones for you, don’t worry.”

Feyre turned again, her expression somewhere between cutting frustration and soft understanding. “Why do you sleep there?”

Rhys blinked, coughed, swayed on his heels. “It’s away from the traffic. You know, the noise from the street. And I just need to get away from Cassian’s snoring from time to time.” He laughed, though it sounded about as insincere as anything he could produce.

Feyre went to the bed, nearly throwing her weight on it as much as sitting down. Running her hands over the bare mattress, she said, “I don’t believe you.”

Rhys snorted but didn’t answer her. Of course she would see right through him. Of course Feyre would know exactly why he would sleep in this bed, and yet refuse to pretend that she wasn’t aware. No, she wouldn’t spare his ego. And he wanted to bless her for it.

Rhys reached for her hand, clasping it in his own gently at first, and then with more confidence when she didn’t pull it away.

“Stay.” When she began to protest, he cut in. “I mean longer. I mean, stay with me for a while. Don’t go back.” He eyed the hollows of her cheeks, the jutting collarbones, the hunch in her shoulders. “Not to him.”

“I can’t,” she said simply. “I can’t.” Feyre pulled her hand from Rhys’, not ungently, and folded them on her lap.

“You can’t? Or you don’t want to?” Rhys was afraid of the answer, but he needed to know.

“I don’t know.” Feyre shook her head and grabbed her bag. Pulling open the zipper, she stared into it, searching for something he knew wasn’t there. Maybe one day she would tell him. Maybe one day, she would even stay.

“Can I put my clothes in the dresser, at least?” Feyre stood and offered the bag to him.

Taking it from her, Rhys nodded. “Let me help you.”

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angst prompts

#feysand #feysand fanfiction #acotar #acotar fanfiction #sjm #rhysand #feyre #ask #anon #writing prompt #my writing #mine #I wrote this so quickly #in tumblr even #I hope it doesn't suck

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hawkland · 7 years

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The Best Gift (Rollisi fic)

So, I actually wrote the following fic for the Rare Pair Exchange a few weeks ago. But author reveals just happened today, so I decided to share it here for Amanda Rollins week, in @svucharacterappreciation

It’s my first time writing Rollisi and I had a lot of fun doing so! (Maybe I’ll do it again?) G-rated, about 1700 words. Crossposted from my AO3 account (where you can find the rest of my SVU fic.)

“You don’t have to stay and help, Carisi.”

“It’s no problem,” Sonny assured Amanda, as he picked up another errant plastic cup and tossed it in the trash. “See, in my house, growing up? My mom always used to throw these huge birthday parties for us kids. Everyone in the family would be there, all the cousins and aunts and uncles. Seemed like half the kids on Staten Island, too. She’d be up all night before the party cooking and baking, and then she wouldn’t go to bed after the party until every room was pristine clean again. The rugs had to be vacuumed, the kitchen floor swept, every dish washed and hand-dried.” He paused, bending over to retrieve a streamer that had somehow gotten wrapped around the dining room table leg. “But she wouldn’t let anyone help her, either, because she had her way of doing things—the only right way. It was just how she was.”

Amanda snorted and kicked a chair back in place, her hands full of gift bags to be sorted through tomorrow. “Well, as you should be able to tell by now, I’m not nearly so fastidious.”

“No one was—short of my mother’s mother, my nonna Marie. But I always felt bad seeing my mom exhausted by all that work. So trust me, you don’t need to do everything here yourself.”

“You’re right about that. And I definitely won’t refuse help offered willingly,” Amanda said with a smile, one that Sonny beamed right back at her.

All the other guests who’d shown up for Jesse’s first birthday party had left some time ago. Fin had dragged Munch off the premises first, the two of them arguing about current political events—as usual. Olivia had said goodnight when Noah started getting cranky and restless, perhaps not pleased that he wasn’t the center of all the adults’ attention for once. Melinda and her husband had stayed a while longer, happy for the relaxing evening out with friends—and sharing stories of how nice it was once the kids had grown up enough to leave the house for college.

“It’ll be a lot of years until I know how that feels,” Amanda had said, “but I’m in no hurry to rush through these early years.”

“Don’t be,” Melinda had assured her. “You’ll be reminiscing about them from the day she starts talking back at you.”

Amanda had also invited a few other young moms from the prenatal yoga class she had attended before Jesse’s birth. They’d stayed in touch because it was nice to have other mothers—most of them single moms themselves—to talk to, vent at, and lean on as necessary. And Amanda had been happy to see how their little ones were growing so fast...much like Jesse herself.

Jesse, who surely had no idea why so many people had been in their home, making all this noise and fuss over her. She was now fast asleep in her crib, and Amanda was getting close to the point where she’d love to simply crawl into her own bed, too.

But she didn’t mind Sonny lingering behind. She wasn’t a neat freak, but it could be depressing to wake up the morning after a big party and have nothing but a huge mess to clean up.

Wake up by herself, to the quietude of an otherwise empty apartment, save her dog and the baby she hadn’t planned for, nor expected.

“I’ll take these out to the trash chute,” Sonny said, hefting three plastic bags up over his shoulder as if he were Santa Claus.

“Thanks,” she replied distractedly as he headed for the door, throwing the deadbolt so it wouldn’t lock behind him. Sonny knew where the trash room was; he’d come over to make and share dinner enough evenings. In fact it had almost started to become routine, once every few weeks when they had the time. Dinner, catching up on the latest reality shows piled up on her DVR, talk about their various ongoing family dramas...

Talk about anything other than work.

Or the possibilities that were right there in front of them both.

It was nice. Sonny was nice, she thought as she settled down on her sofa with a wistful, tired sigh. She’d been seriously skeptical about him at first, but he’d grown a lot since he’d first landed at Manhattan SVU. Or maybe...maybe with time she had become more able, and willing, to see who he had been from the start.

Because Sonny was always there for her, in ways that few other men ever had been. And that’s why she was determined not to do anything to fuck that up.

She’d made more than her share of mistakes with men in the past, including—on more than one occasion, she had to admit—men she had to work with. At least her “mistake” with Declan had ended up giving her Jesse, who was now the best part of her life...but.

Still.

Sonny.

Sonny was a man who would stick around, unlike Declan. She knew that. And Sonny wasn’t carrying tons of baggage with a separated wife and multiple kids, like Nick had been.

Damn it, Amanda. A good guy—maybe the right guy—finally comes along and now you’re gun-shy. Don’t want to be the girl who ends up sleeping with every available man at the office. And yet, with Sonny she had the feeling it would be about a lot more than just sex. They’d had all this time to get to know each other, to become friends first. That would make things different, and better, right?

“Amanda, did you hear me?”

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, jumping as he startled her out of those thoughts. Sonny had returned from trash duty and was now standing before her, looking concerned.

“I asked if you wanted to save what was left of the meatballs and sausage in the crockpot? I just need a container for it.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. There should be some clean tupperware in the cabinet above the sink.”

“OK, will do. There’s easily enough for two lunches yet in there.”

“You can take it home if you want.”

“I won’t say no to that.” He turned to head to the kitchen, but then paused to ask, “You okay?”

“Me? Of course! I mean...why?”

“You...you looked kind of sad when I came back in.”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just the post-party blahs, I suppose.”

“Being ‘on’ and entertaining for hours. I get that. It can be pretty draining.” He sat down next to her. “You sure that’s it, though?”

She bit her lip. Did she really want to have this conversation?

Right now?

Ever?

Or was she being stubborn and unfair to both of them, to keep denying what was there between them? “Sonny, you ever think about...I mean if I am projecting and off-base here please tell me to shut up and that’s fine and forget I ever even asked, but...”

“About us?” he interrupted.

“Uh...yeah. I mean...we hang out after work, you’ve tried giving me cooking lessons, you like being here with Jesse...”

“And Frannie!” he put in with enthusiasm, causing Amanda to laugh. The poor pup had gone into hiding from all the noise and activity and was still sulking in her dog bed in the bedroom.

“Yeah, and of course Frannie, how could I forget my first baby-girl. I guess I can’t help but wonder, why you do all that instead of, I dunno...getting out there and trying to find someone to share time with who you don’t have to see every day at work already. Someone who isn’t all tangled up in this line of work and all the stress we have to deal with.”

“I could do that,” he agreed, nodding his head. “But...maybe I’m more interested in spending time with someone who knows what this job is all about, who can help me deal with it better myself. And because...well, I like you, Amanda. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Sonny,” she admitted, and it was true. Her attraction to him had been far from immediate. Yet as she’d come to appreciate his kindness and heart, she’d felt her own heart opening up to deeper feelings for him.

“But I know you’ve been through a lot and I didn’t want—I don’t want—to rush you into anything you aren’t sure about.”

“I appreciate that,” she said, allowing herself a small smile—one that grew as she saw Sonny flush a little and look away, endearing in his moment of shyness and vulnerability. And so when he looked back to meet her gaze, she took a chance on leaning in for a light kiss on his lips.

It was sweet, and tender...and cautious. Like Sonny. She pulled back and they sat quietly, awkwardly, for a few moments, sharing shy glances and a few nervous laughs. Then he looked to her with a serious expression, his eyes focused as one hand cupped her cheek, and drew her to him for a much more sensual kiss.

Oh, she could fall hard, and fast, if there were more kisses to be shared like this one. What other surprises might Sonny have for her, she wondered?

Before she could contemplate such things for very long he pulled away, giving her a dreamy if regret-tinged smile. “It’s getting on pretty late, I should head home.”

“You could...stay...if you want.”

“I could,” he agreed, reaching up to stroke her hair with a light touch. “But, I meant it about taking things slow. I don’t want to mess this up. You know?”

“Yeah, I do.”

He stood with a sigh, and so did Amanda, following him to the door. He lingered there for a moment, in the open doorway, and then suggested, “If nothin’ comes up this weekend, I can give you a call, we could do something together? I mean, something more than cooking dinner and watching Below Deck or Dancing with the Stars.”

“I’d like that. Good night, Sonny.”

“Good night, Amanda.” He seemed to be considering one last kiss, but then perhaps he knew if he went for it, he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. So instead he smiled and headed down the hall to the elevator, casting one last smile and wave in her direction as he did.

She returned both, then closed the door, locking it behind her. Still grinning, she looked at all those gifts for Jesse from her friends, and appreciated having them in her life.

But Sonny had given her the best gift of all tonight.

The gift of hope, and maybe one more chance at love.

#rollisi #svucharacterappreciation #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #my fic #svu fic

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bibliophilicwitch · 7 years

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I’ve pinned my happiness on this job. If I get this job I get out of retail with a more set schedule allowing me to create daily and weekly routines to give structure to my life and help me feel like I have some control and am getting on track. Getting out of retail also means that I can really enjoy the holiday season without having to sacrifice my personal holiday plans and family time to be available for busy schedules, especially as a management team member.

I applied for this position on Sept 17 and had two screening calls - one with the Shopko HR and one with the Optical Center manager and an interview by Sept 22 after which the manager said she hoped to get back to me at least by next Wednesday (Sept 27). After not hearing from her on Wednesday I called and ended up leaving a message for her (that got butchered in translation, I think) and now, Oct 2, I still have not heard yes or no. This isn’t entirely unusual, but it’s incredibly disheartening especially for someone that struggles with depression off and on.

My ceiling is starting to look worse, but I still haven’t made as much progress in cleaning as I would like, so I don’t feel comfortable calling my landlord (once I am able to vacuum and clean the carpets which Binx puked on one too many times, I will feel much better). And there’s the fact that I still have a fair amount of cleaning to do until I feel happier with my apartment and able to talk to my landlord about getting another cat which I really want before dreary fall really sets in.

I think it’s just one too many things that I am try to handle and if I would hear back from the optical center I would feel like I have a better handle on the other things. (maybe...)

On top of that everyone keeps texting me asking me if I have heard yet and I understand that they are asking because they are excited for me and, in the case of my two coworker friends, want to be ready, but because this wait is messing with my mental health these constant reminders that I don’t know yet is really getting under my skin. I went away camping this past weekend and was looking forward to putting it out of mind only to receive those texts. So last night I posted a Facebook status asking everyone to stop asking me and that I would let everyone know when I know. Only to have a friend text me and tell me that I shouldn’t have posted on Facebook that I had applied to a new job and that they’re just asking me because they care about me and are excited for me. A) I didn’t actually explicitly state that I had applied to a new job, one of the comments on the vague post was from someone that knew about it and everyone else figured it out, and B) just because the constant texts is coming from a good place doesn’t mean my mental health understands that. She hasn’t responded to my reply yet...

I just wanna hear back and either start this new adventure or move on to the next step instead of this limbo that is starting to break me down. I put together a sigil and want to burn it and a bay leaf in my mini cauldron and then plop my tiny spell bottle in the ashes, but again I still haven’t been able to figure out where the hell my mini cauldron is. I may have to use my mortar and pestle...

#text #personal #work related

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pink-lady-joij · 7 years

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It had been Hard- a JoeyThug fanfic

Yes smut, tried my hand in angst?

Childhood friends AU

It had been hard, had been hard for both of them and tonight took the cake, but for of a whole different reason.

Joey and Pink thug had been childhood friends, well what counts as friends? They had been neighbours their whole lives and had helped each other out of the terrible situations they found each other in.

Pink thug had been watching TV, in his black sweatpants and bare chest and feet when his phone had lit up from an incoming call.

“Pink? Can I come over?” a soft, broken voice had spoken to him. He could hear from her voice that Joey had been crying a lot.

“…. Sure, Jo.”

Joey sighted, and Pink Thug knew she was thankful for that answer. Whatever. He had been mindlessly watching TV commercials anyway.

“I will be there in ten” she replied softly. It had been a quarter past nine, and already dark outside.

He hung up and starred at the screen again. She was obviously in trouble, and he wasn’t too great himself. Thinking about his not too bright future. How did this keep happening? Were they doomed after all? His thoughts wondered back, to their past. It had been hard growing up in poverty with abusive parents. Screaming fathers, crying siblings, empty bottles and police records. Adapting, to this daily reality because they had had to. Wanting to run away, unable to survive alone, unable to find a way out. As bad as it got, at least they had each other, they understood each other like no one ever would. If he found her crying in the park, he would hold her. And if she stopped him from beating up a bully, she would hold him. They trusted each other, build on each other and needed each other for survival back then. They were more than friends, they were bonded by fate.

Now, that fact still stood. Years after they escaped their horrors, they had found themselves new homes, in new cities, with new friends. But old habits aren’t easy to erase . It was hard, staying out of trouble, staying afloat, not dropping out, not being fired, not taking the streets and not letting their past dictate their present. Angry bosses, disappointed teachers, dangerous friends and merciless landlords would remind them of that even more. Joey just didn’t seem the type for a normal live, neither did the always trouble seeking Thug. They seemed to be doomed, cursed to a live with the endless struggle. But they had managed somehow, together.

Now Joey had found a love, a terrible one, a toxic one. A man, who drank, and screamed and filled her with purpose and guilt. Who left for weekends without a word, leaving her crying in the kitchen, waiting for his return, knowing she was not the only one in his live. Pink Thug hated him, but what could he do? In the end Joey insisted he made her happy.

Pink Thug didn’t, couldn’t hold onto a girl for too long. Scared them away when they came to close, too afraid to be intimate, too afraid to get hurt or to hurt them. Joey had been the only one to be actually close to him. Once, only once did he try to kiss her. She had laughed, had called him an idiot, saying they will never be like that. Taking that flat-out rejection had been hard on him and he had ignored her for months. Eventually he had missed her too much, and had put his feelings aside to see her again. But with this dickhead in her life, it was hard to contain himself and push these feelings down.

This had happened before, her asshole boyfriend would get drunk, hit her and leave again, saying it was her fault for not doing something, usually something stupid like cooking dinner in time. She would come over, to just not be alone. The first time she told him, it had enraged him so much, she had started crying. He had sworn too himself to never to let her cry again and never get that mad again. But this had been the third time she had called him, broken, asking for comfort. And he was thankful for that, knowing there were many times she didn’t ask for help. At least now she didn’t search her comfort in alcohol, or worse, in cutting herself. Every time she came around though, it was harder to let her go again. Back to that man.

Thinking about that made him frustrated and as a way of shaking it off, he stood up. There was a great chance she would stay the night, so he started cleaning up his shitty little apartment. It had been a mess. The living room littered with junk food bags, his kitchen a smelly mess and his bedroom covered in dirty socks and shirts, he only owned two pair of pants. The first time she had come over, she had cleaned his apartment, but only after complaining about the stanch for literal hours. He had felt annoyed, anyone else who dared to do that would have been kicked out by yours truly, but he knew she cared, enough to tell him off. He wanted to be her safe space, the safest space his broken self could offer. So he cleaned, vacuumed, brushed and folded, her image occupying his mind. Until the doorbell rang.

There she stood, a living mess. Hair uncombed, baggy clothes, a backpack over her shoulder. She was wearing comfortable clothing and he couldn’t help but notice her cleavage under her jacket and low-cut T-shirt. The most telling were her eyes, which were puffy red from the crying. With traces of rundown mascara under them, he could still see her real eye bags underneath. Her eyes were brown and now they seemed to carry more than usual. As always, he could see her fiery personality in them, radiating. Even now, he could only think about how beautiful she was.

“Hey…” She said before clearing her throat, not expecting him to be shirtless with his golden chain hanging loosely around his neck, exposing his tattoos.

“Hey… come in” he said as she stepped passed him.

“Thanks” she replied softly, while facing him, letting the eye contact last a second longer than usual.

Even though they didn’t have to say much to understand each other, that move gave Pink a weird feeling. Was she drunk?

“Want a beer?” he shouted from the kitchen as she sat down on the couch before the TV

“Nah, I’m good” she replied while getting out of her jacket. ‘Not drunk’ he noted. Joey had bad self-control, and he knew that if she were to have any alcohol in her system, she could not refuse more.

He sat down next to her with his beer. They both just starred ahead without really looking at what was being broadcasted on screen.

“Did that asshole hit you again?”

“No, this time he left without a word.” She sounded more bitter than usual.

“But I guess that I what I like about him, he just does as he pleases” She said, putting emphasis on the latter part. What was she getting at?

The unnatural silence continued, and Pink thug became more frustrated by the second. Having her sit next to him, so close yet so far, pained him, and she knew that.

“OKAY, Joey, get it over with!” Pink Thug suddenly exclaimed.

“You obviously want something, just ask me already!” he continued.

“I.. don’t kno-“ she started.

“Oh fuck off, I know you better than anyone, you want something from me.” He cut her off.

That made for a tense moment of silence.

‘Aaah shit,’ thought Pink thug’ I let my frustrations get the better of me again.’

And in an attempt to lighten the mood a little he stated, jokingly: “If you want this dick, just tell me, babygirl.” Using the nickname he knew pissed her off.

But instead of loudly denying it, slapping him or scolding him or even mumbling a sarcastic sneer about the size of his dick, which he expected, she looked away slightly. Pink thug was perplexed, and watched with big eyes as Joey climbed on top of his lap with her legs on his right side.

“Jo… what?” he said still confused as she put her hands on his neck and brought her mouth closer to his ear. Joey sighted slightly.

“Listen, I’m fed up, I’m fed up with this guy. He goes around fucking other girls, then comes back with the lamest excuses, lashes out to me if I as much as look at another guy. I am chained, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants . Well, I am done, done with that.” She whispered, her warm breath in his neck.

‘Oh, this is about revenge’ Pink thug though, but he really didn’t feel like stopping this or her and he slowly put his left arm around her back and onto her waist.

“I want you to fuck me.” She continued.

“I want you to fuck me up, I want you to trash me, completely…. I know you can” Holding in his excitement was hard, just as the situation in his pants.

While she was kissing his neck slowly, he stated back, in a husky voice. “Well geez, I don’t know Jo, I reall-“ he inhaled sharply when she nibbled on his earlobe, “I really think-” he paused again as she started sucking on his neck, hard, probably leaving a mark.

“Tito” she said in a low voice, no one had called him Tito in years, let alone Joey. Hearing her say his real name like that took him off guard.

“Make me feel something, make me forget, I know you want this.” She shifted slightly on his lap, making him shudder. “I know you want me, don’t hold back.”

Even though, he wanted to tease her more and take advantage of the situation even more, that was enough to make him start moving. He cupped her face with his right hand and kissed her hungrily. Their lips collided, their tongs dancing around each other passionately.

“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into, baby girl.” He grunted against her parted lips. She just kissed him again, grabbing in his hair, while he put her right leg aside from his left, making her sit up straight, grabbing her ass in the process. He had wanted to do that forever, and enjoyed the feeling of it and her reaction to him.

She snickered and pulled her shirt off, revealing a black lacy bra, his hands opened it from behind. And he let his mouth explore her chest. She closed her eyes and arched her back as his right hand came between her thighs and into her, rubbing her. He had wanted this for so long, it was as if he had been starving for her.

“Wow, this is so unimpressive” she said just for the sake of it.

He grabbed her hair pulled her head backwards and brought his face close to hers.

“What did you just say to me?” he responded in a dangerous voice.

“This is very un-ah!” she yelped as he squished her pussy hard.

“Oh, You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He interrupted.

He stood up holding her and walked over to the table, putting her on it and pulling her pants and panties of.

“You gonna eat me out or what?” Joey said, apparently happy with that change of course.

“Not today babygirl, not today.” He responded while pulling his own pants down and positioning his already hard cock between her thighs.

And with a swift movement he entered her.

“Oh My god” Joey said, breathless, taking the hit. But Pink Thug didn’t let her adjust or catch her breath and rammed into her mercilessly. He grabbed her ass, as to keep her in position and she couldn’t do anything other than putting her hands behind her on the table to lean on them and panting.

His dick felt amazing, big strong and hard. For a while she couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of him going in and out her. When he started grunting, she looked up at the man fucking her.

She was mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed under his many tattoos, how his arms held her and how his golden chain moved with his rhythmic movements. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and his eyes were closed in pure pleasure. She felt herself coming close to her climax, when he slowed down, opening his eyes. He smirked looking at her fuzzed up face, the obvious frustration on it. He leaned over and kissed her hazily, slowly, like his phase. Somehow, this was worse than before, now she missed his power.

“Not so talkative now, huh?” he whispered as she endured the slow torture that was her postponed climax. She just moaned softly in his mouth.

“Nuh-uh baby girl, I wanna have a little bit more fun with you” he teased her.

He turned her around, so she was laying on her stomach, legs vertically along the table.

He brought his right hand to her clit and rubbed it slowly, while entering her even as slowly form behind. His rhythm was low, steady and intoxicating. In mere seconds Joey was moaning heavily.

“Oh… ah.. T-t-tito… please, more” she moaned without thinking, she couldn’t think, she just wanted to cum.

“That’s right babygirl, that’s it, easy does it” he spoke in a soft low voice.

“Oh Titio! Please!” she urged him.

Suddenly he started moving fast again, grabbing her butt with his left hand while rubbing her clit vigorously.

She came fast and hard, and a few second after, he did too, as she felt herself be filled by his liquid. Catching their breath, he carried her to the cough and laid them both on it. There they lay, on the cough, the TV still on in the background.

He held her in a strong embrace, not wanting to let her go just yet. Their skin together felt hot, but in a good way. Joey felt raw, anew almost. He had rammed all sadness and regret out of her.

“Thankyou” Joey said after a few minutes.

“This is exactly what I needed.” She had forgotten her good for nothing boyfriend for a while and she was more relaxed now than she had been over the past months.

“Anytime Baby girl”

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@joey-rosenburg @fistingjoji @goldrubyproduction @thatguywholovesjoeyrosenburg

Here you go, baby, enjoy.

Now 4 more fics to go till it’s official my dudes

#joeythug #mypost #fanfic #pinkthug #writing #smut #angst #joeythug4life

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aiimaginesbts · 7 years

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House of Cards: Chapter 3 (M)

Taehyung x Reader, with Jungkook

Genre: Smut, a little angst, slightly fluffy

Warning: Infidelity. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 5,020 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Final)

Disclaimer/Copyright

The neighbours were definitely wondering why you were doing a spring cleaning in the middle of November, the sounds of you vacuuming the entire house breaking the silence of the normally quiet Friday afternoons. You had left work a little early to clean your apartment, even though there was not much to be done since you always kept the place spick and span. First impressions are important and from the short conversation you've had with Jungkook earlier, you'd deducted that he seemed like a nice guy, so you were eager to have him move in. Especially since no one else had answered to your ad.

The house was perfectly tidy, nothing out of place and not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. Brushing your hands happily, you took the small bag of trash and opened the front door to get rid of it. You were greeted by the back of a young man leaning against the railing in front of your house. The rattle of the door opening caused him to turn around in surprise to face you. You were not sure if your gaping mouth was due to the astonishment at finding someone outside your house, or if it was amazement at facing someone so good-looking.

A moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at each other, then the man said, "Are you y/n?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "And you are..."

"Jungkook," he finished your sentence for you. "I was the one who called you earlier." He started to offer his hand for a handshake but you shook your head and held up the bag of trash to show him the reason you had to decline the offer. "Oh, let me take care of that for you."

Eyes wide open at his words, you shook your head and jerked the bag away. "No, I can't let you do that!" Without thinking, you had engaged this handsome man in a bizarre contest of getting the trash. He reached for the plastic bag, his hand following it as you twisted and moved to get it away from him. His reflexes were a lot better than yours, and in no time the trash was in his hand and his body had trapped yours against the wall beside your door.

"One bag of trash doesn't make your place a sty, you know," he teased, his face a scant few inches from your own flushed face before he walked away to get rid of it. You were still leaning heavily against the wall, trying to catch your breath and cool yourself down when he returned.

"Thank you," you breathed, glad that you were able to make the words come out sounding perfectly normal, not like he had the ability to knock the wind out of you.

"No problem," Jungkook flashed you another brilliant smile and held up his hands. "I know I'm a little early, but can I go in? I need to wash my hands now."

"Oh, yes, of course," you mentally kicked yourself for not inviting him in and motioned him to follow you inside. Leading him to the kitchen, you pointed at the sink. "Make yourself at home. I'm just going to change out of these real quick," you motioned at your work clothes.

"Sure," he nodded and turned on the tap to wash his hands while you hurried into your bedroom to change into comfier clothes. At first you were tempted to put on fancier clothes than the ones you would usually wear at home, then you reminded yourself that he was supposed to be your prospective roommate, not your date. So you slipped into an oversized tee and black tights after washing your own hands in the bathroom.

Entering the living room you immediately spotted Jungkook sitting on the one-seater sofa, looking at the photos you had hung on the walls with interest. Upon hearing your return, he wrenched his gaze from the frames and stood up. "Just admiring the pictures," he said.

You grinned at his sudden shyness, feeling more confident now that you were in your home and he wasn't too close to you. "Were you waiting for seven o'clock so you could knock on my door?" His straightforward nod accompanied by an "I don't like being late," resonated with you. "Would you like a drink, or would you prefer to see the house first? Not that there's much to see, there's just the extra bedroom left."

"Save the best for last, so I'd say see my room first," he answered. Your heart jumped a little at his words that relayed his certainty of taking the room, even as your mind tried to work out what he meant by saving 'the best for last'. You were tempted to ask but you told yourself to calm down and show the man the extra room.

"It has an attached bathroom, so you can have your privacy," you informed him as you opened the door to the extra bedroom. "You're welcome to use everything in the room and make any changes that you'd like, just inform me if you want to make holes in the wall though," after gesturing to the bed, wardrobe and other smaller furniture that adorned your spacious guest bedroom, you chanced a glance at his face to see his reaction.

You were glad to see that his eyes were darting all over the place, eyeing the room with excitement. "I love it," he gushed. "I can't believe that with this price, no one has rented this room yet."

"Why? Is it too cheap?" You asked nervously, and he laughed at your panicked tone.

"No, no," he assured you with his hands held up in a gesture to correct himself. "The price is very reasonable, really. You can ask anyone around here if you don't believe me," he said confidently at your doubtful look. "It's just it's really hard to get a place to rent in this neighbourhood. The cheaper places have all been grabbed by the college students, and all that's available are in the upper class neighbourhood, and the prices are crazy. I'm lucky to get a room as nice as this."

He managed to placate you, because even if you did place too low a price on the room, as long as it wasn't ridiculously cheap, you wouldn't have raised the price if it meant that Jungkook would take the room. For some reason, you liked him immensely, even though you'd only met him for less than an hour. "Well - I take it that you're interested?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Definitely."

"Then why don't we talk about the details? It's not much so I'm sure we can get it settled quickly."

"Eager to chase me out already?" His question was teasing and cheerful.

"No! You can stay as long as you like." Even though you knew he was joking, you couldn't help yourself from making sure he did not feel less than welcome. You could see him grin at your naivety out of the corner of your eye, but you ignored him apart from telling him to take a seat in the living room while you made tea.

"So," you began after setting down the tray bearing a teapot, two cups and a bowl of sugar, "the rent is as I've stated in the website, but other than that, I do have some preferences that I hope you can take into account. I don't mind you bringing people over as long as you don't crash the place, and try not to let it get too messy."

"That's it?" He asked in disbelief. "That's no problem at all. When can I move in?"

You laughed at his eagerness. "Don't you have anything you'd prefer me to do, or not to do?"

He shrugged. "You're the landlady. You should be able to do whatever you want to do in your own house."

Giving him an exaggerated shudder, you said, "You make me sound like a crone. How old are you, by the way?"

"From the looks of it, I think I might be older than you," he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned, making you roll your eyes in amusement. "I'm twenty-one. Doing my final year in SH University."

"Hey, that's where I graduated from!" You exclaimed excitedly. "What course are you taking?"

Before you knew it, you had spent almost two hours chatting with Jungkook, getting to know your new roommate better. Then his eyes strayed to the clock hanging among your photos. "Oh wow, it's almost ten already. Time really flies when you're having fun. I'm sorry for taking up your Friday night."

If it was anyone else, you might have tried to lie and say that you had a thriving social life, but if he was to be your roommate, eventually he would find out what a loser you were anyway. "I don't have plans for today. I'm usually free on Friday nights," you told him truthfully. "But I won't keep you here, I'm sure you have better things to do."

To your surprise, instead of getting up like you expected him to do, he leaned back against the couch and wiggled on the cushion, giving you a show of making himself comfortable. "The best deal I've got for tonight is right here."

You shook your head and smiled, not believing him for one second. A young, gorgeous guy like him should have his weekend full of parties and dates. "We can always hang out here when you move in. I'll be here throughout the weekend, but if you want to move during the week, normally I'll be home around seven or eight."

"I'll come tomorrow with my stuff," he said.

"Don't you want to spend your Saturday doing other things?" You asked in astonishment, not expecting him to agree to move in so soon.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, go on a date maybe?"

Jungkook pursed his lips, as if toying with the idea before shaking his head. "Nah. I'd rather get all my stuff into my new room, then I can force you to spend the weekend with me, since you said you're free." Ignoring the blush that heated your cheeks at his flirtatious words, he lifted his hips up to pull an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans. "I almost forgot. Here is the three-month deposit that you requested."

Taking the envelope from him, you opened it to count the money inside. "You could have given it to me later. How are you so sure that you would be taking that room?"

He shrugged and smirked confidently. "Maybe I just have good instincts."

True to his word, he brought his possessions with him in his car the next day. There wasn't much, yet you insisted on helping him carry everything upstairs, despite his protests. The next few weeks were uneventful, mostly consisting of work for you and classes for him, and adapting to each others' schedules and habits. You stayed home most weekends like you always did, even before he came along. Jungkook on the other hand, spent some of his weekends out of the house, and some indoors with you, watching movies or letting you bully him into watching dramas occasionally.

The new routine wasn't hard to get used to, as Jungkook proved to be an easygoing and friendly person - someone you couldn't help liking and feel comfortable around. The weeks seemed to be moving in a cycle that you enjoyed, and you thought that it would remain the same for a while, at least until Jungkook moved out at some point in the distant future. However, a tiny little detail slipped your mind. A detail in the form of a tall, rich secret lover.

It was another Friday night that you were spending at home, alone this time because Jungkook was out with his friends. You weren't sure if they were at a party or doing something else, but you were glad that he was living a fun college life, even if it meant that you had no one to watch this new movie with. You were doubly glad that he was not home when your phone rang and Taehyung's name flashed across the screen. Putting your mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, you picked up your phone, making sure to not answer the call too fast.

"Hey, Y/n," Taehyung's deep voice called when you answered.

"Hey, Tae."

"Can I come over?" You had no idea why, but he sounded chirpy and excited.

Biting your lip, you looked at the clock on the wall, debating whether you should say yes or no. The last time you talked to Taehyung was weeks ago when he came over, just before you put up your room for rent and you didn't want to tell him then, afraid that he would offer you his money instead, something that you never wanted to happen. Having an affair with a married man was already weighing heavily on your conscience, to take his money, even if you were just borrowing from your ex-boyfriend, would make you feel like a prostitute. You meant to tell him about your new roommate at some point but things got so comfortable with Jungkook it felt like he had been staying with you forever and you hardly talked to Taehyung anymore so it completely slipped by you.

Forcing all the uncertainty from your mind, you answered, "Sure, I'm home now."

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on your door, and you raced to open it, unsure of why you were in such a hurry in the first place. Taehyung was looking relaxed in a black tee and Bermuda shorts, leaning towards you with his arm braced against the frame of the door. "Hey," he said his usual greeting with an easy smile.

"You're in a good mood," you remarked as you stepped aside to let him in.

"I can spend the night here today," he declared and it was only then that you noticed that he had a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"How come?" Having Taehyung sleep over was extremely rare; almost unheard of.

"She's gone on a work trip," Taehyung explained. "And I have work to take care of during the weekend so she couldn't make me go with her. But that doesn't mean I can't spend tonight with you." Taehyung's loving gaze took out the sting that you felt at the reminder that his jealous wife always brought him with her everywhere, making it even harder for you two to meet.

You smiled back at him and took his hand to lead him to the bedroom, but he stopped you in your tracks. "Can't wait, huh?" He chuckled. "We have the whole night to ourselves, let's watch a movie first. Have you even eaten dinner?"

Your eyes flicked to the clock. It was barely eight in the evening. Jungkook wouldn't be back for a few hours yet, that was if he was even returning for the night. You had time. "I haven't. Have you?"

"Nope. Let's order take out and eat while we take in a movie. I miss spending actual quality time with you."

Taehyung definitely had a way of keeping himself in your heart that overrode your guilt about sleeping with a married man. It was hard to let the first and only love of your life go when he said sweet things that caused you to melt faster than butter left in the blazing sun. "Sounds good. What movie do you have in mind?" He dug around the inside of his bag to pull out an Interstellar DVD.

Sex with Taehyung was divine and you loved him to bits, but you missed hanging out with him like you used to in university. Between the two of you scarfing down the pizzas, all the food was gone in a blink of an eye. Both of you enjoyed the movie and spent the next hour discussing and debating the possibilities and plot holes of the movie. Before you knew it, midnight had struck.

After quickly putting away the dishes and pizza boxes, you ushered Taehyung into your bedroom, where you could lay on the bed without worrying that Jungkook would catch you with Taehyung. You stared at the ceiling, distracted until you noticed that Taehyung was propped up on his right elbow, his eyes glinting from the light that came from your windows, the only source of light in your dark bedroom. You turned to your side to face him, returning his affectionate smile.

"I don't understand how you could be the most beautiful woman in the world even after so many years of knowing you," he complimented, sending butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. He reached out his left hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Even now, no one can compare." You knew that he meant his wife and a small triumphant feeling rose in your chest at the flattery.

When he moved his hand to cup the side of your face, you scooted closer to bring your lips to his. The kiss was slow and thorough, not rushed like it usually was these days. Taehyung sighed contentedly and slid his hands slowly against your sides towards your waist, pulling your body to press against his. He pushed his hips to meet yours, unashamedly letting you feel his half-hard erection as he parted your mouth with his tongue.

Moaning into the kiss, you let him explore your mouth with his tongue as you brought your leg over his body, wanting to bring him as close to you as you possibly could. You tugged on his shirt, bringing it up to his chest and he broke the kiss to pull it off swiftly before locking lips with you again.

"Taehyung," you whispered in between kisses, trying to slip your hand into his shorts and underwear to touch his cock. He got the message immediately and you lifted your leg just long enough so he could pull them off, leaving him completely naked. You struggled to pump him with your hands while rubbing it against your clothed core at the same time.

"Looks like someone has been missing me," he teased before nibbling on your bottom lip.

"So much," you admitted. "Don't you miss me?"

He pushed you to lie on your back and climbed on top of you. "Every single day." With that, he started sucking gently on your neck, but not hard enough to bruise you while kneading your breasts over your shirt. You were glad that you usually forgo bras when you were at home. Your sensitive nipples hardened against his palms at once, and Taehyung, noticing this, lowered himself down to take a covered nipple in his mouth to suck. Moaning his name, you ground your hips against him, seeking for some relief.

It was nowhere near enough and in no time you had pulled your own shirt off so he could lavish your breasts with attention directly. Taehyung worshipped your breasts, kissing and nipping them lightly, licking and sucking your erect nipples, causing you to bury your fingers into his hair to push his head into your chest. His ministrations were sending waves of heat down your body that soaked your panties.

"Taehyung, please," you begged, "I need you." You reached for your shorts to take them off but he beat you to the punch, dragging them down your legs so you could kick them off, sending them flying to who knew where. However, instead of filling you up like you were hoping, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and slid it up and down your dripping slit. You whined in frustration and tilted your hips up in an attempt to force him inside you but he pulled away before leaning down to press the head against your clit.

The pressure drove you even higher up the wall, giving up all semblance of control by grabbing his cock yourself. You slid your hand back and forth over his length, the movement pushing him against your sensitive nub even more. Pleasure built inside you at a frightening pace, but just as you were about to come, he pulled away. Your cry of irritation at the loss of contact was cut short when he replaced the tip of his cock at your core.

Taehyung hissed at the tightness of your pussy as he pushed himself inside slowly until he was buried to the hilt. Being the considerate lover that he was, he gave you some time to adjust to the invasion before moving his hips, leisurely at first, then speeding up as he increased the momentum. His name fell from your lips with every thrust, all your limbs wrapped around him to try to keep yourself anchored as he steadily fucked you to oblivion.

The friction of his cock moving back and forth against your walls caused a coil of pleasure to tighten inside your stomach. You barely remembered not to leave any marks on him so you focused on pressing the pads of your fingers on his back instead when the thin rope connecting you to your sanity snapped. Screaming his name as your orgasm burst through you, Taehyung's own grunts were registered somewhere in the back of your mind when your constricting walls sent him over his own high. Both of you moaned loudly as his hot cum filled you deep inside.

He braced himself on his elbows so he didn't crush you under his weight as pants replaced the moans that were filling your room before, trying to catch your breaths. When your breathing had slowed down to something that resembled normalcy, Taehyung pushed himself off of the bed, pulling you with him by the hand.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up so we could go to bed."

For the first time in a very long time, you didn't wake up alone in your bed. It surprised you at first when you opened your eyes to feel a warm presence behind you and look down to see an arm wrapped around your waist. Then you remembered that Taehyung spent the night with you, and it made you smile to yourself like a young schoolgirl all over again, before his cock, although flaccid, made you ache for him. So you shifted your hips back sneakily, grinning to yourself when you heard him moan against your ear as the movement roused him from sleep.

"Morning, y/n," he mumbled, his voice, which was even deeper than usual, sent more spikes of arousal down south. He buried his face into your neck, moaning softly before he addressed your ass grinding his cock which was at half-mast now. "Just what do you think you're doing, you naughty girl?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" you asked teasingly to match the rolling of your hips.

"Trying to get into trouble, that's what," he chortled, then sighed, tightening his hold around your middle so that it was difficult for you to continue arousing him. "Sorry my love, but I'm just too tired."

"Oh, okay," you said, pouting slightly. You'd wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity, but you understood his hectic work schedule that left him exhausted most of the time.

You weren't sure if Taehyung heard the disappointment in your reply or saw the pout, but he said, "Well, if you could get me hard and ride me, I wouldn't say no to that."

Heart slightly lightened at that, you twisted your body to give him a kiss before shimmying yourself down to level your face with the bulge that was growing more visible in his boxers. He got on his back to make it easier for you and lifted his hips to let you take his underwear off. It was still a little limp, but quickly hardened at the touch of your hand and within a few minutes of having your warm mouth sucking him off, he was fully erect.

Your name coming in moans from his mouth was extremely satisfying. To know that this beautiful man was falling apart because of you made your core drip with need. At first, he raked your hair gently with his fingers as you ran your tongue all over his length, softly guiding you to take his shaft in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down repeatedly. He let you continue for a while, savouring the sensations of your pink muscle rubbing the sensitive underside of the head in between swirling around it, lightly poking at the slit, until he decided that he was getting too close to the edge. His fingers curled into a fist to pull you off of him by your hair.

"Mmm, that was so good, baby. Too good," he cooed. "Can you ride me now?"

Nodding eagerly, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, stopping only to pull your panties off, leaving both of you naked. However, before you could lower yourself down onto him, he stilled you by placing his hands on your waist, then brushed the tips of his fingers against your skin, making a trail from your waist to your soaked pussy. You squealed when he started fingering you, making sure that you were wet enough to take him. The lewd sounds of his fingers pumping your pussy that was already sopping wet with anticipation made you close your eyes in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. Satisfied that there was enough lubrication, he shifted his hand back to your waist so you could sink down on his length.

Both of you groaned in pleasure when he filled you up completely. You didn't waste much time, bracing your hands on his chest to stabilise yourself as you impaled yourself on his cock over and over again. Loud groans and grunts punctuated by the sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, driving you and him towards your highs. Taehyung slid his hands up to your breasts which were swinging with every thrust to squeeze them, flicking his thumbs across the hardened nipples, making you arch your back in pleasure. Soon he could feel you tightening around him, a tell-tale sign that you were about to come, and sure enough, with a cry of his name, your insides started pulsating against his cock. He pumped into you from below rapidly to join you in your orgasm, his grunts and the warmth that suddenly hit your walls told you that he had released inside you.

He caught you before you could crumple onto him and flipped you to lie byhis side. After you caught your breath, you headed to the bathroom to pee and decided to take a shower right after. Taehyung decided to wait until you were done to get in to clean himself instead of joining you. You quickly dressed yourself in t-shirt and shorts, then headed out into the living room, the tinkling sounds of the water from the shower cut off when you closed the door behind you.

You almost got the shock of your life at the sight of Jungkook bustling around in the kitchen, making toast and coffee. You had assumed that he had spent the night elsewhere. Tossing a worried glance at your bedroom door, you tried to sound nonchalant as you said, "Good morning, Jungkook."

His back was to you so you couldn't see his expression when he said, "Morning," in return, but your nervousness didn't encourage you to be patient so you forged ahead, "When did you get in?"

"Last night."

"Really? What time?" You asked, sitting at the counter to watch him spread some blueberry jam on his toast.

"Around 12.30 maybe."

You bit your lip. Somehow you must have missed the sound of him entering the house, but most importantly, considering the thin walls and how loud you were being last night, Jungkook definitely heard the sounds of your lovemaking with Taehyung. Not only last night, but this morning as well. You wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow you whole.

Then you reasoned; I'm a grown adult. Jungkook doesn't know who Taehyung is so to him we were just having consensual sex. There's nothing wrong with that at all, so why am I worrying? Although you told yourself that was the logical way to look at it, you couldn't help your heart thumping in your chest when Taehyung came out of your room, already fully dressed and carrying his bag, ready to leave.

"Oh? Who is this?" Taehyung stopped in his tracks when he saw Jungkook.

"Uhm, this is my new roommate, Jungkook," you made the introductions. "Jungkook, this is Taehyung." You dearly hoped that the younger boy wouldn't notice your failure at mentioning how Taehyung was related to you.

The two men shook hands before Taehyung placed his palm on your back, saying, "I have to go. I'll talk to you when I can." Nodding to Jungkook tensely, he quickly made his way out of the apartment without waiting for you to see him out.

Jungkook and you sat in silence for a while after that, him munching on his toast and you sipping on your coffee. Then he broke the awkward silence by asking, "So... is that your boyfriend?"

"Ah, yeah, well," you answered, throwing in a non-committal shrug to cover your lie.

He noticed your discomfort right away. "Hey, you're old enough to do whatever you want, don't feel bad about it." There was no easygoing humour in his words though, which confused you as to his feelings on the matter, so you decided to take him at face value.

"You sound... ahem," he cleared his throat awkwardly at his poor choice of words, "happy with him, but I think he should take you out more. You spend too much time by yourself at home." He wagged his index finger at your after doing his dishes, his usual playful self making a reappearance before he disappeared into his own room.

Ah, if only it was that simple.

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