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babbysquid · 3 years

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Not A Whiskey Drinker Pt. 4

Author’s Note: Okay so I got a bit carried away with this chapter but I couldn’t help myself so it’s about twice as long as previous chapters. This is where things really start to get more plot based so the story will really get moving from here. The way I’ve planned out the plot so far though it’ll be several chapters long so get buckled up!

Warnings: mild cursing, suggestive language, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels needs his own warning

Length: 2,586 words

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“She almost broke the man’s arm Champ!” said Whiskey, phone to his ear.

“I don’t care. If you’re exaggerating this skill of hers she’ll be a liability.”

“She won’t be a liability!” Whiskey was seething at this point. Yes it had only been a few days, but somehow he had become protective over you. Seeing you twist the man’s arm back at the bar lit a fire somewhere deep inside his stomach. Whiskey heard a sigh through the phone.

“Fine. You’re training her and she’ll be your responsibility. Don’t fuck it up Whiskey.”

With that Champagne hung up. Whiskey was buzzing with excitement. With the combination of your quick wit and your apparent hand to hand combat skill you were definitely capable of becoming an agent with the Statesmen.

The ding of the elevator stirred Whiskey from his thoughts. Strutting out of his office he quickly caught up to you.

“Whiskey.”

“Mornin’ Y/N. How’s my lovely little lady today?” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, continuing towards your office. Along with your normal bag you had also brought a tote bag that contained some office necessities. After setting your bags down you pulled out an electric tea kettle and made your way towards a shelf to find a spot for it.

“Y/N think fast!” came Whiskey’s voice as he threw the mug that sat on your desk. You quickly spun around and caught the mug before it could smash on the floor.

“You’re the absolute worst.”

“Not a coffee drinker either?” Whiskey said, eyeing the variety of teabags you pulled from your tote.

“Nope. Coffee is a slap in the face. Tea feels like a hug.”

Whiskey gave his standard full body laugh.

“You really are somethin’ darlin’.”

“Out.” you said, ushering him out of your space. “Come back if you need me.”

“Ya know if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re the boss and I’m the assistant.” Whiskey leaned against the door frame as he said this.

“Whiskey…” you said with a grumble, trying to push him from the door, but the man wasn’t budging. Bending down he whispered in your ear,

“I am a mighty fan of switching up the dynamic every once in a while.” he said and you could almost feel his smirk against your skin.

“Out!” and you shut the door on his face.

‘I swear to god this man will be the death of me.’

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The rest of the day was fairly standard. Random errands Whiskey needed, picking up lunch, sorting through notes, etc. The only difference between today and the previous was the fact that Whiskey kept throwing things at you any chance he got.

“So I organized these files and highlight all the—“ Before you could finish your sentence you looked up as a pen, a baseball, and a full bottle of whiskey were flying at you. Quickly you caught them all and managed to keep the files you were holding in your hands as well.

“Whiskey what the fuck?”

Initially it felt like Whiskey’s standard teasing, but at this point it was ridiculous and was getting on your nerves. If you didn’t catch the whiskey bottle it would’ve made a huge mess and you were most likely the one who would have to clean said mess.

“Wouldn’t have thrown ‘em if I knew you weren’t gonna catch ‘em.” said Whiskey from behind his desk, propping his feet up on the wood and stretching his arms behind his head.

You were too focused on the files when you entered his office that you didn’t realize Whiskey had taken off his blazer and tie. He was wearing his standard white dress shirt and some suspenders. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you couldn’t help but stare at his tanned arms. You didn’t realize how much muscle the man had. You shook your head.

“Why do you keep throwing shit at me?”

“Oh darlin’,” Whiskey stood up and pulled the bottle of whiskey and the baseball out of your hands, set them down on his desk and leaned on the wooden table. “just testing your reflexes and reaction time.”

“Ginger was right.”

“Hmm?” said Whiskey, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders and popping open the bottle of whiskey. You stared as he brought the bottle to his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he took a swig. He licked his lips and you felt a shiver run through your body.

“I’m waiting darlin’.” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring. He had made sure you were staring.

“She said you were a character.”

“I have been called larger than life.”

“Uh, anyways here are the files.” Reaching out to hand the files to your boss, his hand met yours and once again the two of you froze. The only movement coming from the room was the rise and fall of your chests and Whiskey’s thumb making slow circles on the back of you hand.

“Jack I— oh.”

You immediately moved your hand and Whiskey took the files from you at the sound of Ginger’s voice.

“Sorry.” said Ginger, giving you an apologetic look. “Champ gave me some…” Ginger paused, looking for the right word. “updates — classified updates — that you need to hear Jack.”

“Guess that’s my cue.” you said, making your way out of the office.

“Get home safe Y/N.” said Whiskey giving you a smile. Your heart fluttered in response.

‘Stop. You cannot have feelings for your boss. Especially Whiskey.’

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It was finally Friday after work and to say you were exhausted was an understatement. The rest of the week had been pretty straightforward minus some odd behavior from Whiskey. He continued to randomly throw things at you or ask seemingly random questions.

‘How quickly can you run a mile?’

‘About 7 and a half minutes.’

‘Ever got in a fist fight?’

‘No, but I’ve prevented some from starting.’

‘How flexible are you?’

That question you decided to ignore. There was one question, however, that kept replaying in your mind over and over again.

‘Have you ever shot a gun?’

When he asked the question you stopped in your tracks. Sure he was from the South so he most definitely had experience with firearms but you? Nope. Frankly, guns scared the shit out of you. Why did he want to know?

‘No. My dad and brother would go to shooting ranges occasionally but never took me. But if they asked I would’ve said no.’

You pondered his reasoning for all these questions as you took a shower. The questions could’ve been an attempt to get to know you better but they were nothing along the lines of ‘where did you grow up?’ ‘do you have any pets?’ or ‘what’s your favorite color?’. You were stirred from your thoughts by a knock at the door.

Parker.

“One second!” you called, stepping out of the shower and pulling a towel around yourself. You rushed to the door leaving a small trail of wet footprints behind you.

“You really had the audacity to knock while I was—“

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” came a thick accent. Your eyes widened immediately and you swallowed.

“Whiskey?”

“You gonna let me in darlin’?”

You were too shocked to do anything other than follow his request. Stepping aside to allow him to enter you shut the door behind you.

“Nice place. Nice getup too.” he said with a wink.

You were suddenly hyperaware of the current state of your appearance. Your hair was dripping wet and you were naked other than a much too small towel wrapped around yourself. Your boss (your very attractive boss) was in your apartment and you were essentially naked.

“One second.” you said, and ran back to the bathroom to change into the clean clothes you pulled from your closet before. Throwing on your sleep shorts and a large shirt you stormed out of the bathroom to confront Whiskey.

“Firstly, how the hell did you get my address and secondly, why the fuck are you here?”

“Firstly,” said Whiskey, putting his hands on your shoulders attempting to make you calm down. “I told you we did a background check. And secondly,” he guided the two of you over to your small couch and placed a plastic bag on your coffee table. “I brought dinner.” You narrowed your eyes and glared at him.

“What is it?” your voice still tinged with anger.

“Sushi.”

After a minute you responded.

“Okay fine you can stay.”

Whiskey took several boxes of sushi out of the bag and all your favorites were there. Your mind was doing flips to figure out much all this costed. Sushi was not cheap, especially from the restaurant he got it from.

“How’d you know sushi is my favorite?”

“Background checks.”

“Okay now I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” Whiskey just gave you a smile and dug into the food. The two of you ate in silence. While scarfing down your sushi as politely as possible, it had been a long time since you had your favorite food, you observed the man next to you. He still had his black Stetson and black cowboy boots, but his slacks and blazer had been replaced by some tight fitting jeans and a matching denim jacket. The same camel coat he wore when you first met was hanging on the hook on the back of your door.

“Those gears in your head are turning darlin’.”

“Why’d you actually come here? I doubt it was just to buy me dinner.”

“Straight to business sugar? I do have to admit you’re not wrong about my intentions.” Whiskey pulled off his hat and sat it down on the coffee table. A hand went up to smooth his hair down and he turned to face you directly, a serious look on his face.

“As you’ve probably noticed Statesman Brewery is… different. We are a brewery but we’re also something more. First and foremost we are a secret independent intelligence agency.”

You choked and almost inhaled the gulp of water you were swallowing.

“I know it’s bizarre darlin’ but please don’t hurt yourself,” he said, placing a hand on your knee. “even if I wouldn’t mind doing some CPR on a catch such as yourself.” You gave him the standard look you gave him when he said these types of comments. “I wasn’t just throwing shit at you to scare you and those questions I asked? Bit of a verbal test if you will.”

“Okay now tell me the actual truth.”

“I’m serious Y/N.” his eyes darkened slightly. “You have the makings to be an agent.”

“And you think that because I caught some random crap you threw at me and because I can run a mile slightly faster than the average person?” you leaned against the couch, arms crossed. Whiskey seemed serious about what he was saying, but you weren’t fully convinced yet.

“You were at The Parking Lot on Tuesday.”

“Okay what the fuck are you stalking me now? More ‘background check’ stuff?” you said, making air quotes with your fingers.

“That was pure coincidence. Promise on my late mama’s soul.” Whiskey raised a hand and traced an ‘X’ over his heart. “I saw that ungodly man try to have his way. Was close to stopping things myself before I saw you twist his arm around his back. You were faster than a jackrabbit.”

“You saw that?”

“Sugar, the whole bar saw it. But even if the bar didn’t, I still would’ve. The second I saw you and your friend walk in, well, let’s just say I wasn’t interested in watching the football game anymore.”

Whiskey had been watching you. He saw you act fast and save yourself from that dick at the bar. Subconsciously you pulled your shoulders back and your heart swelled with pride.

“You showed him who’s boss.” Whiskey winked, repeating the phrase that seemed to keep coming up.

“Okay okay so let me get this straight. You’re some sort of secret agent, whose coverup is a business man in the alcohol industry.”

“So far so good sugar.”

“And you’re suggesting that I join this secret intelligence agency?”

“Not so much suggesting as I am insisting but other than that you’re right on the money.”

“Did you hire me as your assistant with the intent of offering me a position as an agent?”

“That, darlin’, was all you. You impressed me that night. Spoke to Champ and Ginger about it and convinced them that you’d be a good agent.”

“Champ and Ginger are agents too?” Your eyes widened. “Is Sara the receptionist one too?” Whiskey laughed at this question and your curiosity.

“No Sara is not an agent. Only a handful of people in the New York and California offices are agents. The rest of them are at the Kentucky branch.”

You paused thinking about your next question and looked down at your hands. You couldn’t help but fidget, anxious about how Whiskey would answer the next question.

“And what if I say no?”

“That’s not really an option.”

You swallowed hard and looked back up to meet Whiskey’s eyes. He had a serious look, but that seriousness slowly melted into something softer. Hope? Encouragement? Something else? He shifted on the couch so his knees touched yours.

“I have seen what you can do. You’ve got reflexes like a cat, almost broke a man’s arm.”

“He deserved it.” you grumbled.

“No arguments there darlin’. You have what it takes. Sure you’re gonna need training and whatnot but you’ll get the best of the best at Statesman. Besides, you’ll have the top teacher we have to offer. Me.” There was that million dollar smile again.

“Okay initially I was on board, but after hearing that I’ll have to spend more time with you? Kill me or dispose of me or whatever the ‘not option’ option is.” You jumped at the intense laugh that came out of the man in front of you.

“Darlin’ you’re breaking my heart.”

“And you’re breaking my sanity.” you rolled your eyes and started to put away leftovers from dinner. When you closed the door to the fridge you heard Whiskey’s voice in your ear.

“You haven’t said no.”

You turned around, practically chest to chest with Whiskey.

“Doesn’t really feel like I have a choice cowboy.” giving him a smirk. Whiskey reached around your waist to grab a pen that was on the kitchen counter. It felt like he was cornering you, but something inside you welcomed it. Whiskey scribbled on the notepad that sat next to the pen, ripped the page off, and pressed the paper into your palm.

“Pack your stuff for a week long trip. Meet me at that location on Monday morning at 6am.”

With that Whiskey turned and grabbed his coat and hat, making his way to the door.

“Sweet dreams darlin’.” he said, tipping his hat and closing the door behind him. You glanced down at the paper. His handwriting was much nicer than you were expecting. All that was on the paper was an address located in a really nice part of the city and a phone number. You could only assume it was Whiskey’s cell phone number. The only other thing on the paper was a small heart with a ‘W’ inside it. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but seeing that doodle made warmth spread across your chest.

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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ADFFASFDSFG DO THE SWITCHED LUGGAGE WITH WOLFSTAR

Notes: LEGITLY I DO NOT KNOW!!!! STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK DAMN IT RJ!!!! Big BIG love goes to @kattlupin and @justtoarguewithyou for the Beta help<3 Please don’t hate me RJ!

~Hour 0

Remus focuses on the chill that’s beginning to frost the window of the quaint, Edinburgh coffee shop that’s tucked into a dark corner of the large block of the tube station, appreciating the glittering blankets of snow coating the ground and the melodic holiday tunes playing from above. The scent of cinnamon wafts through the air and his phone’s pressed between his ear and shoulder while one hand toys with the tassel hanging off the reindeer trinket lining the counter, and the other’s clasping onto his luggage.

“I can’t wait to show you! My mum’s bought Harry the cutest little Saint Nick babygrow, and Mrs. Potter’s sent me her recipe for the samosas James especially likes. And—”

Remus laughs through his nose, pressing the phone closer before accepting the hot chocolate handed over to him by the barista who winks his way before going back to start up the next round of drinks.

“Lils, I’ve bought the ticket, and I’m about to board. No need to continue on trying to convince me. I’ll be in London for Christmas.”

“Oh, Remus, I can’t wait!” Lily crows delightedly, and Remus can just pick up on the sound of a bowl clacking to the ground, inwardly praying that she doesn’t burn down her entire cottage before Remus’s even gotten the chance to see it. “I’ve missed you, it’s positively ridiculous how long we haven’t been able to visit! Criminal, really!”

Remus drags his bottom lip between his teeth, flushing slightly at the dig considering that the absence from his closest friend from childhood was almost entirely his doing. “Well you know, with Fabian’s research and all, we were constantly out of the country, over to the States one week, and then Asia the next.”

This time, it’s effortless catching on the sound of harsh stirring accompanied by Lily’s unimpressed cluck at the sound of Remus’s ex’s name. “Well good riddance. He was never good enough for you Remus, a total self righteous prat.”

“Is that right?” Remus smiles wryly, taking a sip of his coco before wrapping his scarf around his neck once more to brace for the cold. “I thought he was mighty fancy-able considering the degree and being fit and all.”

“Dry as Petunia’s skin in the winter,” Lily sniffs airily, and Remus studiously does not mention the mountain of moisturizers that Lily stored away in an unused closet in the old flat they shared during six form when she thought Remus wasn’t looking. “Now I get to have my fun and set you up with a proper bloke, especially since you’ll be moving back to London after the semester officially closes. Ooo! We can start a double date night! There’s this cooking class they’re holding down the street for couples but I didn’t wanna join because James would only get all obnoxiously cocky when he ultimately does remarkably and I end up burning water.”

Remus laughs, remembering the occasion she’s referring to, which had led them to pressing together their measly savings to buy an electric kettle like good and proper adults, rescuing their pots from getting burnt to a crisp thanks to Lily’s forgetfulness. “Least if you come along with whichever bloke, I’ll know I definitely won’t be the worst one there.”

Remus twists up his mouth, displeased. “Unwarranted slander.”

“Your french toast chipped my pug’s tooth before he spat it out.”

“Maybe Snuffles just has a bad gag reflex.”

“His gag reflex is perfectly adequate,” she sniffs.

“Well I’ve never spat out my own food.”

“Hmm, I bet you get all the boys in the yard whenever you talk about how skillfully you’ve trained your gagging.”

“Stuff it, Evans.”

“Potter now actually, Ta so much.”

“Gone off and married yourself a posh Londoner and now you’re sounding like you’re meant to be on an episode of Downton Abbey, is that right?”

“Innit brilliant?”

“Bloody exhausting is more what I was thinking, love.”

Lily’s answering laugh is light and tinkling and it’s the happiest Remus’s ever heard her all year, and it’s like a punch to the gut when he all at once realizes just how drastically he’s missed her.

“Don’t pout Re, I’ll still be able to tolerate your lowly, Welsh vowels.”

“Sod off.”

“Mean.”

“You started it.”

“Oof.”

“Did you break the eggs the wrong way again?” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he finally retreats into the actual underground and ambles to the queue waiting to scan their tickets.

“You can’t break eggs the wrong way Remus Lupin!” Remus stays silent. “Don’t give me that look!”

“What look?” Remus asks owlishly.

“Don’t think I can’t picture it right now, with the slanted mouth and your left eyebrow raised with pure condescension.”

“I don’t like this picture of my character that you’re painting, Evans.”

“I don’t like your insinuations of my egg cracking skills, Lupin.”

“But I’m right, aren’t I? You did break it?”

“Well yes, that’s the general idea of cracking an egg.”

Remus scoffs. “The wrong way I mean.”

The silence coming from Lily is positively fuming and Remus thinks that if they were in some sorta old-timey Disney cartoon she’d be steaming smoke from her ears right about now. “’S just a singular shell, it’ll melt right in the pan once I pop it into the oven.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you’re trying to poison us. And right when I became single and ready to pull again.”

“Oh speaking of pulling,” Lily squawks, and Remus absolutely despises that tone of voice—flashes of young, drunken escapades bubbling to the forefront of his mind, twinging when he thinks of the flower he’s got tattooed onto his arse to match the crescent moon on Lily’s own.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Oi, you haven’t even let me explain myself, you berk! I just wanna help.”

“You’re an evil, evil Femme Fatale, and you shouldn’t even have this much power over me considering how rudding gay I am.” He screams that last part perhaps a bit too loudly, garnering amused glances from most of his fellow patrons, and a couple curious ones. Including a pair of disarmingly lovely gray eyes. And holy christ above does he hate Lily right now.

“But Remus,” she says in a distinct sulk through the line. “It’s just that James’s brother also recently just got out a relationship with this bird from work, and it wasn’t nearly as long as you and Fabian, but I thought you two would just be so cute together. He totally fits that crush you had on Stubby Boardman all through A levels, and I just thought it’d help you so much with getting over that ginger-haired bastard.“

“You are the only ginger-haired bastard in my life,” he tells her glumly, wincing when the ticket holder smirks at him as she scans him through, mouthing a ‘Good Luck’ with a smirk.

Damn Remus’s very existence.

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honsoolie · 4 years

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step on me.

pairing: Yoongi/reader

genre: idol!au, crack, fluff

warnings: getting stepped on (is that a warning?) cursing, mention (1) of sex but it’s super tame

words: 2k

rating: pg15

a/n: thank you to @mindays for taking a look at this and @joonsrack for helping come up with alternate words for “kneel,” even if they didn’t make it to the final draft. read this on ao3 :)

“Is that something that you would be okay with?”

“What?” You blink, still not quite able to process what’s being asked of you.

This has to be a dream. You’re going to wake up soon, and laugh at how ridiculous your sleeping mind can be.

This can’t be real, but the way that the uncomfortable chair bites into the backs of your thighs tells you that it’s real. The earnest look in your manager’s eyes tells you that this isn’t just a joke. You know you’re fooling yourself.

“For a scene in the music video. Agust D will trample over the court officials as he raps. The director thought it would be a nice touch for him to step on someone. You know, to really show off the power dynamic,” Your manager says, like that’s a totally normal thing to say.

Like she’s commenting on the weather, except she’s asking you for your permission to be used as a footstool. You’re at a loss for words. You open your mouth to say something, but you come up with nothing.

“We could find someone else, if you’re not comfortable with it.” Your manager softens her gaze, leaning back in her chair. She moves to make a note on her computer, but you interject.

“No! No. It’s okay,” You say. You’re still fairly new to the agency, and you need the experience. You don’t need to be the new girl that also refuses to get her hands dirty.

You continue, “I can do it. I’ll do it.” At this point, you’re not sure who you’re reassuring.

“You’ll be thoroughly compensated for it, so keep that in mind.” She doesn’t buy your willingness, not yet. After all, who would be so keen to get fucking stepped on?

“Yes, of course.” You nod. You need to show that you’re serious about this job, that you’re a working professional, that you’re willing to buckle down for the sake of the company.

“He won’t be touching you for that long, it’s just one scene. It shouldn’t hurt.” Her attempts to assuage you don’t help.

“I understand.”

“Great. I’ll mark you down for it and we’ll begin shooting next week.”

“Sounds great.” You manage a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach your eyes. Your manager mirrors the sentiment.

“Thanks. Can you close the door on your way out? There’s a draft,” She says, eyes not leaving her monitor. When the door closes behind you, you laugh in disbelief.

One of your first big appearances in a music video, and your face won’t even be in it.

In the next week, you try to soothe the gnawing worry by watching interviews, fancams, anything to help prepare you for what’s to come. Knowledge is power, right?

But if anything, it makes it worse. You watch video after video where the many of the commenters are languishing over him. Ironically enough, one comment reads,

step on me, min yoongi :”(

It’s well deserved, honestly. It’s no lie to say that Min Yoongi is attractive, and even more so when he’s on stage. His charisma increases tenfold when he’s rapping into a mic, eyes trained on the thousands of fans before him.

You shut your laptop and curl up on your bed. There’s no way to make this easy for yourself, is there?

The day of the music video shooting, you don’t see any trace of Yoongi on set—and you hope to keep it like that, out of your own self-preservation. As you make your way on set, signing in and changing into your costume, the same hollow feeling follows you around in the pit of your stomach.

You’re sitting in the waiting room when someone clears their throat behind you. When you turn around, it’s the exact person you had hoped not to see before the shooting took place. The Min Yoongi.

“Ah, hello,” You say, bowing ninety degrees. When you stand back up, the hood of your costume falls over your eyes. You push your hood back down, the extra fabric pooling around your shoulders. You can only hope that you don’t look as ridiculous as you feel.

“So… I guess you’re the person I’ll be...” The Min Yoongi starts.

“Stepping on?” You offer. You both share a quiet laugh together, among the humming chatter of the makeup noonas and your other colleagues getting ready for the shoot. The air is so suffocating that it feels like you’re the only two in the room, or maybe it’s your own nervousness clouding your judgement. Oh God, this is so much worse than you thought it would be.

“Uh, yeah.” He looks, if anything, coy. It’s a charming juxtaposition to his extravagant get-up.

You spot the Jordan trainers he’s wearing. It’s a nice touch, anachronistic to the traditional clothes he’s wearing. Truly fit for a king, you muse.

You laugh, just to fill the awkward silence. “I’ve never done this before,” You say, like this is somewhere casual. Like you’re in your first boyfriend’s bedroom, and you’re getting ready to take the next step —but it isn’t. The circumstances are decidedly more glamorous. You’re sitting in some dimly-lit waiting room, talking to a celebrity you’ve idolized since forever, getting paid to be in a music video for a song that’ll rake in hundreds of millions of views.

Even before the cameras start rolling, there’s something about the blond wig and the scar and the aura that makes you want to get on your knees and worship. You’ve met big stars before, but there’s something about him that just commands a state of speechlessness.

“Well, I never have either.” He shrugs his shoulders, not taking his eyes off you—but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

You kick yourself for being so flustered. You’re a professional, you remind yourself . You’ve worked with Bighit before, for other music videos, this is supposed to be the same.

He’s just… so much taller in person. Perhaps not taller. Naver told you he was one of the shorter members of BTS.

Imposing, then. Ethereal, definitely. Nobody ever told you how delicate his features were, or how deep his voice was, or how warm his eyes were.

“I figured.” You try to look him in the eye, but your gaze falls wayward at every attempt. He’s being so professional, and down to earth, and nice . And here you are, barely able to form a complete sentence in his presence.

He laughs again. “I’ll try to make our first time memorable, then.” He gives you a familiar smirk, one that you’ve seen before. It looks a lot like the one that he has on before one of his verses on stage, like he has the world at his feet. Before you can come up with a response (not that you were going to, awestruck as you were), Yoongi was whisked away by a makeup noona for final touch-ups.

So much for a good first impression.

Never in your life did you think that you would be kneeling before Min Yoongi’s feet, dressed up as a Joseon era court official, waiting to be stepped on. What did you have to be so nervous for? After all, you weren’t the one doing the stepping.

You kneel at the tape marking that labels your place. Dozens of your colleagues take their places around you, forming a perfect grid.

Luckily for you, it’s not sweltering hot like the last time that you shot a music video with Yoongi. You remember the hot air of the room that you shot the Interlude: Shadow music video in, how crowded you felt among everyone else. He hadn’t noticed you among the sea of extras. Of course not. You looked the same among the faceless people, all of you donning the same black parka.

Even back then, months ago, you never saw him up close. You were fresh meat then, too focused on just doing the right job and staying under the radar. Certainly you weren’t close enough to get stepped on. Not even close enough to talk to him.

The concrete is warm beneath your touch and you close your eyes as the music begins to play from the speakers. The first shots that they wanted to take were just of Yoongi walking up and down the walkway, so that was easy enough. All you had to do was lay there, prone. You can hear his footsteps, feel his shadow pass over you. God, this was too much.

There’s no warning as to when it’s supposed to happen. You hear the director call to cut over and over as they switch angles, touch up Yoongi’s hair and makeup, give staging directions. When you hear the director say your fated scene is next, the anticipation crawls from the pit of your stomach to your throat.

But you still don’t know when. You don’t know what lyric or what second he’ll descend upon you, nor can you even see. All you can really do is lay there and let the concrete bite into your knees.

When it finally happens, it’s more shocking than it actually hurts. You gasp inaudibly under the music as you attempt to bear the weight of him, the air forced out of you. Yoongi isn’t exactly heavy, but you’re not exactly made to be stepped on. You bite your lip to try and stay quiet. It’s over just as quickly as it started.

“Cut!”

You sit up from your kneeling position, more breathless than you should be. Yoongi extends a hand out to help you up. His hand is soft, and so is his encouraging smile.

Oh God, his hand is soft. There’s an understated strength in the way he effortlessly pulls you up off the ground.

“I’m sorry,” He says, rubbing your shoulders. You are absolutely pliant under his touch. “Are you okay?”

Physically, you’re fine. Just peachy. But Yoongi looking deeply into your eyes with his hands on you is too much. It’s all you can do to nod.

“Mm-hmm,” You muster, but it’s barely more than a squeak.

“Let’s look at the shot, see if we need to do it again.” You had forgotten that it might have taken multiple takes, and you’re not prepared to have Min Yoongi help you up over and over again, touch you over and over like that again.

In a way, the shot looks a little glorious. The camera focuses on the Agust D in the video, before panning out to reveal the dozens of court officials that kneel before him. The delicate, soft features that you saw backstage are gone. The Agust D in the video, hooded eyes and all arrogance, jumps on one of the hooded figures. It looks like it should have hurt more than it actually did.

“Great,” The director says. “Let’s move on.”

The rest of the shooting passes by without incident. You wait until nightfall for the final scenes of the day, where you nod your head in time with the music as the black-haired Agust D usurps the king.

When the filming is over for the day, you move to get up, eager to get changed and eat dinner. When you push the hood out your eyes (for what seems to be the hundredth time today), Yoongi is again standing before you. He smiles.

“I’d love to work with you again.”

a/n: ummmm this idea popped into my mind a couple days ago while I’ve been procrastinating on the rest of my wips. even after a month after d-2 dropped, the yoongi thirst hasn’t left me. this totally wasn’t an excuse to watch the daechwita mv over and over again. i hope you enjoyed it as much as it did writing it!!

#bangtanhq #bts fanfic #bts crack #bts fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi crack #yoongi fluff #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #yoongi #min yoongi #bts

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hollenka99 · 3 years

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Whenever and Wherever

This is ridiculously late because I didn’t have much time to work on it thanks to irl stuff so sorry about that but happy (belated) birthday @bupine. Have some bench trio.

The first time their paths cross, it's in the tailor shop run by Tommy's family. Tommy seems to be manning the counter while his brothers and father are supposedly in the back. The customer is clearly an enderman hybrid if his facial features are anything to go off of. He's just here to order a suit for a new job as a stenographer for the mayor apparently. Ranboo lingers longer than he likely expected to when he walked in as the three of them make conversation together. Before their latest acquaintance heads off, they decide to meet up again outside of work hours.

Talking to Ranboo comes easy. Before too long, you could tell Ranboo's work schedule based on where he was found lingering. At the tailor's shop? Well, it was likely one of his days off and he wanted to keep Tommy company for a while as the owner's son worked. At the bakery? That usually meant Ranboo was on his lunch break and hoped to sneak something sweet into his midday meal. He occasionally buys a few flowers for Tommy with the excuse of 'livening up his workspace' and offers Tubbo his attempts at baking. Whenever possible, the three of them either made time during lunch or in the evening to hang out together.

Then Ranboo seems to realise he gets off work around about the same time the bakery owned by Tubbo's family closes for the night. That mixed with the fact he really isn't the best with anything kitchen related... Listen, Tubbo was simply being a good friend by helping him out. Plus, who wouldn't want to take advantage of an excuse to spend more time with one of their best friends? It becomes a... thing, their evening practice sessions. Tommy once comments on it during a lunchtime meet-up, only to tease them but it kind of hits Tubbo how often Ranboo swings by so they can bake together.

It becomes blatantly clear everyone knows what's going on between the two of them when they hang around at the back of the tailor's one afternoon.

"If one of you doesn't ask the other out, I will break into your homes, steal your clothes and alter them so they're unwearable. Then I will make you pay to have them fixed."

"We... We uh, aren't-" Ranboo begins defending.

Tommy glances up from his sewing machine as he switches it off. "Fucking hell, just kiss or something, I don't know. But please stop forcing me to watch the two of you make eyes at each other whenever we hang out. We haven't been 16 for years. Sort yourselves out or whatever."

So they clumsily arrange a 'date' and let things go from there. It goes... well. A second attempt to make sure the first wasn't a fluke wouldn't hurt, nor would a third. It soon gets to the point where this new dynamic feels entirely natural. Tubbo's only worry is that Tommy might feel like a third wheel. Their mutual friend assures them he doesn't care about that. Besides, they know him, if he was actually bothered by it, he would have complained a ton by now.

Getting engaged isn't a big affair. In fact, it is a complete mess that occurs on Ranboo's sofa following a lull in conversation. He trips over his words, segues into various rambley detours and eventually manages to get to the point where he asks the all important question. Tubbo knew his answer the moment he realised where his boyfriend was headed with the conversation.

"So Tommy," Tubbo leans over the counter. The way he very blatantly holds Ranboo's hand only causes his attempt at acting nonchalant to come close to failing. "How much for a couple of wedding suits?"

"You're not getting a friend discount. In fact, I think I'll double the typical asking price purely because you are my friends."

"I hate you, you know that, right?"

"Hmm, might even make it triple."

"I will personally uninvite you."

Tommy and Tubbo maintain straight-faced eye contact for all of five seconds before the taller of the two breaks into a grin. Before the new fiancees can react, Tommy has his arms around both of them, drawing them in closer.

"How could neither of you tell me you were looking at rings? Absolute crime, that, if you ask me. Especially since I'm obviously the bestest man around. Disgraceful, the both of you. How can you sleep at night knowing you left me out of the loop? Gonna have to quadruple the price as punishment."

An elbow to the ribs leads to a slightly pained inhale before the three of them descend into snickers.

Is it bad that he forgot land-dwellers need air?

Tubbo had been watched the two of them from afar. The one with sand-coloured hair makes himself round as he falls a significant distance towards the water. After a few repeats of this odd practice, he decides he will greet the human when he next appears in his domain. Tubbo grabs him by the arms with a friendly smile but it doesn't seem the human is so keen to befriend any merfolk. In the struggle, he gets a weird appendage to the face. Not one to be easily put off, Tubbo swims to the surface in time to see the boy communicating angrily with one whose hair colour resembled those of a beast he's been warned about. He thinks he'll dub them Sand and Orca for simplicity.

Orca spots him watching their conversation and walks over, positioning himself close enough to include Tubbo in any discussions they may want to have with him but far enough that Tubbo couldn't physically reach either of the boys with his arms. Sand greatly disapproves of this supposed fraternising with the enemy. Orca keeps attempting to communicate but their languages are vastly different so all it amounts to are gestures. When they leave, Tubbo finds it funny how the one named after a deadly predator is the most willing to be friendly while the one whose namesake he loves lounging upon occasionally had a tendency to come off as hostile.

The pair of humans don't visit him everyday and even on the days they do, the position of the sun isn't always the same when they arrive. Nevertheless, they continue to come as often as they are able and Tubbo appreciates that. He can't replicate any of their human vocalisations and though they try, neither of the human boys are particularly great at whistling and chirping properly. The constant gesturing seems to be the only way for them to communicate but they somehow manage to become firm friends despite it all.

One thing Tubbo definitely understands is fish. He is perfectly capable of getting his own food and honestly prefers catching it live anyway but if they want to offer him a snack as a sign of friendship, he's hardly going to say no. There's always the option to share the food with his family later. He brings Sand his namesake as a way of thanking them. Even if he knew a good place to observe orcas so he could extend a similar gesture to his other friend, Orca apparently can't swim. At least, that's how Tubbo interpreted it when his friend once pointed to himself, motioned as if he was pulling himself forward in water and shook his head afterwards. So Sand is the only one who sometimes joins him in the shallower water. And Tubbo has learned from his mistakes now, he makes no attempts to keep Sand below the surface longer than the human boy can manage.

One day not long after they meet, Sand tries to tell him something he can sense is important. He gestures between himself and Orca, points to the sun and makes a wide circular motion with his finger, extends his arm so it rises above their heads then ends the message by pointing to the shore. It takes another round of reiterating before Tubbo begins to potentially understand. They will get big with the sun and be here? It sounds odd but he supposes he can't physically stop them from leaving.

The sea grows warmer and cooler then back again over and over. He visits their spot each time the temperature rises. They never come. Or maybe he just keeps missing them when they do show up. He's not sure. Either way, he gets older and grows into young adulthood as the years continue to pass. He hopes the same is happening to them. They did promise to return once they got bigger too, after all. Although, the thought he might have wildly misunderstood Sand's parting message isn't always easy to not dwell on.

His waiting finally pays off and he couldn't be more ecstatic. They've both grown weird shells on their backs that he feels would be ineffective at defending them, their feet are disproportionately longer and their faces are practically unrecognisable with protective shells around their eyes and mouths. They are much larger than the last time they all saw each other too. But it's them, it's really them! Not to mention them seem to have developed the ability to breathe underwater somehow. Unsure how to greet them properly after all this time, he rushes off to the seabed with a grin and presents them with a fish as well as a fistful of sand. They look between themselves before accepting the gifts gratefully.

As the sunlight wanes on the surface, the humans sit on their familiar secluded spot of a caved area while Tubbo lets the water lap around him. The human duo have suddenly lost their strange shells now, both on their backs and faces, as well as returned to having better proportioned feet. Orca offers his own reunion gift. If Tubbo were human, he might have made use of non-existent tear ducts to inadvertently express how moved he was by the object. Because oh wow, he was never able to communicate Orca's

Tubbo knows what it is like to be displaced by war. He'd been born in a time of technical peacetime, though everyone knew this would change sooner rather than later with all the tension.

He's 9 when the war seems to decide it's time to directly come for him as the son of the president, more than the resource shortages or street violence ever could. An attempt to assassinate his father that he'd been too close to lands him in hospital. It's officially too dangerous for him to remain a symbol of how safe their country was. All those not old enough to potentially enlist get evacuated, Tubbo especially.

Snowchester is... alright. It's isolated and out of the way, which is probably for the best in the general scheme of things. But at his age, all he really cares about is making the most of the snow before the novelty wears off and questioning how long it will be before he can go home to his family again. The answer was less than a month and 'we don't know so you'll just have to sit tight. Okay?'. So he reluctantly settles into his new life. He makes an effort to get to know the handful of other kids from the village in the hopes of gaining at least one friend to help him through this, he wanders around the marketplace on Tuesdays to find the sweet highlight of his week and for the hell of it, he challenges himself to become a master snow sculptor. Tubbo also writes to home to let his family know how he's doing but it feels like it has to go through 50 hands just to reach them for the sake of maintaining his secrecy which really sucks. By the time he celebrates his first birthday without them there, he had given up on arguing about the risk of just ringing them.

Then when he's 11, men posing as sea merchants arrive on their frozen shores during the night. Before he's even fully woken up, he's on a horse in his goddamn pyjamas and clutching a pitiful bag filled with whatever he and foster father had managed to stuff into it in 2 seconds. He doesn't get to bid Snowchester a proper goodbye. They're already on a rowboat they'd kind of stolen after racing through the trees when reality finally begins dawning on him. The man who'd looked after him explains they were headed to a new place that would hopefully prove to be safer than his old home.

He's used to the cold of a tundra by now. This place is more landlocked than Snowchester but not everything can be on the coast. He guesses the isolation and lack of enemy reinforcements arriving directly at a village is a good way to decrease the risk of attack. He hates it here. Snowchester might have been a fair distance from other places but at least there had been a bunch of people around. This was literally one guy looking after two kids, now three, in the middle of actual nowhere.

Phil does his best to be accommodating, he will give him that. And the other boys he's living with aren't too bad half the time. But it's too much. He decides he'd rather keep to himself. Ranboo, like Phil, is a bit more patient with him than Tommy is. Ranboo is willing to play a chess game he has no chance of winning or solve the same jigsaw for the 5th time that week. Tommy, on the other hand, will talk at him or encourage him to go outside.

"If nothing dangerous happens, you have to... make me a hot chocolate. Yeah, that seems like a decent payment."

"Payment for what?"

"For getting you to stop sulking and enjoy the snow obviously."

He humours him but he makes sure his reluctance is unmistakeably evident. It turns out Tommy has excellent aim when it comes to throwing snowballs. When Tubbo complains about this, Tommy simply shrugs and reveals his brother is the commander of the army so what did he expect? It doesn't matter whether you're hunting for food or stopping the enemy from getting you first, precision and accuracy are important for survival. That's part of the wisdom Wilbur had bestowed upon him before going off to lead their side to victory anyway. Tommy then ends his speech by standing next to Tubbo in order to cram a previously concealed handful of snow down his back in a surprise attack. Tubbo swears he is going to work out how to dislodge half the roof's worth of snow on Tommy's head tomorrow for that. When they finally head back inside, Tommy lets him know he'd like his drink to include whipped cream and those tiny marshmallows if they still have some lying around.

In time, he learns Tommy had been sent far from home the same as he had. Logsted had been 'a tiny shithole with nothing on offer to do' that eventually fell prey to the same exploitable feature that Snowchester had. Phil had been an old contact of General Soot's so when the initial relocation efforts fell through, Tommy was sent to Phil. No big deal. Well... listen, Tommy can act like a prat at the best of times but he supposes it is nice knowing he's not the only one paranoid this will abruptly end terribly one night.

The days, weeks, months roll by swiftly. The three of them have snowball fights at least onc

Technically, it's Tommy's fault they nearly die. He'd been so insistent on fighting the dragon like his father once had that Tubbo had lost the will to try dissuade him. To be fair, he was all for it. It was only that Tommy was eager to jump right into the challenge while Tubbo… would prefer to actually survive.

They agree it will be an 'in and out' affair. They'll sneak down to the nearby portal at night, kill the dragon and hop back to the Overworld before their absences are noticed. If their families are unaware, they will never get in trouble for this. It can be an epic tale to impress future acquaintances but one to keep to themselves within earshot of those who'd scold them for it.

So that's what they do. With diamond armour and arrows they 'borrowed', the pair of 15 year olds face the dragon. They've already assigned themselves roles with Tubbo being in charge of destroying the crystals and Tommy tackling the dragon as a distraction. The plan is to take on the beast together once Tubbo's initial objective is complete.

It goes to shit when Tubbo barely makes a water clutch after being pushed off a tower by the force of an exploding ender crystal. Tommy had tried to get closer to him to provide support but ended up getting caught in the dragon's toxic breath. And then one of them must have accidentally triggered hostile attention from the surrounding endermen. A perfect example of sod's law, everything that could go wrong seemingly does. They tire themselves out too much by trying to return to more neutral odds. It doesn't happen. The cherry on top was the dragon knocking Tubbo into a pillar with her wing.

He's definitely had enough of this bullshit by the time he lets the developing concussion steal his consciousness. Let them just respawn in the bed they'd set up right outside the stronghold's portal room so they can be done with this. He really doesn't want to lose a life, especially not to a stupid stunt like this. But by this point? Fuck it.

When he wakes, it is not on the ground. It seems to be in a building on some sort. Has someone taken him home to work through his injuries? Tommy couldn't have since the next time Tubbo sees him, he has a haphazardly constructed splint on his leg. They bicker about their disastrous exploits until Tommy grouchily alerts them to the presence of their host, a young looking enderman.

It passes them a written message and Tommy, being the son of someone who is pretty much a jack of all trades when it comes to learning about other cultures, has a go at reading it. It's nothing too elaborate, just a summary of what happened while Tubbo was unconscious. The End native had spotted their plight as Tommy continued to get bombarded by aggressive endermen and toxic fumes courtesy of the dragon. All it had done was bring them home and attempt to give them medical assistance. Now here they were. At the bottom is a word Tommy's never seen before.

"Dunno what the fuck a Ranboo is."

"Maybe it's his name, idiot. Look at where it is, it's a signature."

"Oh, yeah maybe. What kind of stupid name is Ranboo though?"

They can't go back without the dragon dying and neither of them are in a position to make a second attempt, especially at the start when they are still both recovering. With no way home, they resign themselves to their new reality of living permanently in the End. The least they can do, in Tubbo's opinion, is try their best to communicate with their host by learning enderspeak. That goes... very slowly. Even with Ranboo helping out and Tommy's head start, it's not the easiest thing for them to learn. The humans share some of their language with the enderman in return.

Either way, they start living in their new home as Ranboo's guests. Their diet becomes saturated with chorus fruit and the first time either of them accidentally teleports during a meal, it's a shock. Their new friend waits until Tommy's broken leg heals before occasionally showing them around the islands that make up this dimension. They visit an end city that happens to have a ship nearby at some point and Tubbo resists the urge to lightly smack Tommy at the back of the head for acting like he's not impressed. They may possibly never be able to go home but come on. there is a literal massive ship floating in the sky.

Phil comes for them as soon as it feels like they might finally be getting used to their new way of life. They get the scolding of a lifetime mixed in with Phil making his relief and worry painfully obvious. They introduce Phil to Ranboo and of course the guy is conversational in enderspeak. At one point, Tubbo catches Tommy making a jabbing motion towards his father with his thumb incredibly subtly before rolling his eyes. As deeply in trouble as they are, as much as they were settling into what they believed to be a more permanent life change, the promise of home fills Tubbo with anticipation. He can't wait for the four of them to return to the Overworld.

Because you're coming too,

+1.

He's never been so eager to go to an airport in his life. His mum half listens while concentrating on the road as he rambles about all the plans the three of them had started making for the upcoming two weeks. There were so many games on their list for them to try. And yes, he knows they won't be able to get around to them all but they'll be damned if don't make an effort to dent it. Oh and then also all the stuff that got picked on the spinning wheel from Ranboo's stream a while ago.

Tubbo is beside himself as they wait in the arrival meeting area. There's no word of delays so come on, get here already. Then there he is, wearing his signature sunglasses and mask in the midst of the emerging crowd. Once the pair are close enough to do so, Tubbo throws his arms around his friend. And god, he knew Ranboo was much taller but he doesn't feel he'll hear the end of this, especially not once Tommy shows up.

They've already established this in preparatory voice calls but as they head towards the car, Tubbo explains that Tommy isn't due until tomorrow. So maybe they could watch one of those Starkid shows tonight since Ranboo's internal sense of time will be screwed by the long journey and Tubbo's hardly the best at maintaining a circadian rhythm as it is. His parents and sisters will go to bed and that's when the party can really start. Ranboo suggests The Trail to Oregon purely because the scene where Slippery When Wet threatens to murder god lives rent free in his head. But it would ultimately be up to Tubbo when the time came tonight.

Just outside the car with Ranboo's luggage in the boot, he asks his mum to take a picture of the two of them. He dms it to the missing member of their trio with a smirk.

Tubbo: Bet you're so jealous right now

Tommy: No because he's going to hang out with me more after I get there

Tubbo: As if

Tubbo: Can't wait for this week

Tommy: Same

Tubbo: Ranboo says hi btw

Tommy: Wow cringe

Tommy: Can't go on call rn but I say hi too

Tubbo: Whos cringe now?

Tommy: Shut up

He and Ranboo spend the entire journey home chatting about everything and nothing. Oh, these next two weeks were going to be amazing. Tubbo can't wait.

Tubbo wakes slowly. He doesn't tend to be startled by Ranboo's lack of eyelids as often nowadays. They may not share a bed that frequently, separate homes and all that, but he's seen his husband crash on his sofa after an exhausting day enough times to gradually get used to it. Michael had managed to snuggle up between them at some point in the night too. The little zombie piglin boy is fast asleep as well. Tubbo readjusts his arm so it encompasses their adoptive son, drawing him closer slightly.

Distantly, he recalls he's planned to meet up with Tommy later and it makes him think. A husband who cares about him enough to make Tubbo one of people whose side he'd stand by if necessary, a son whom they both love and would defend with their lives and a best friend who still stuck by him despite how much they've changed in the several months since they first met. He'd like to think that regardless of the timeline or universe, he'd always have them or close enough copies.

Content with his situation, he lets his eyes slip close once more and drifts back to sleep.

#dream smp #tubbo #tommyinnit #ranboo #my writing

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jxoxsxsxi · 4 years

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Fallin all in you- Shawn Mendes

Sander knows it is early when there is no light struggling to get past the curtains.

He squeezes his eyes together in an attempt to fall back asleep, already knowing it is useless. He has it cold and desperately needs to pee.

Sander was debating whether he should get up or not. His muscles still felt weak, just like his energy.

He let out an annoyed sigh, groaning before getting up and turning his bedside lamp on.

A soft sound startles him.

He moves his head so quickly that he can feel a muscle pop.

'Fuck' he whispers while rubbing over his skin.

Robbe is laying peacefully next to him, snuggled in a blanket.

His brown curls spread on the pillow and his lips slightly parted, looking like a real-life angel.

Sander had forgotten for a split second that Robbe had spent the night.

Well, it explained why he was cold. His boyfriend always hogged all the blankets and this night was no exception.

He knows it is a bit creepy, but he can't stop staring at his lover's beautiful face.

Robbe always looks so harmonious when he is sleeping. There is no stress or frowns on his face. The boy looks completely at ease and relaxed.

It gives Sander a weird feeling in his stomach.

The love he felt for his boyfriend became stronger by the day, more mature, more robust.

Robbe was unfailingly kind. He always put others first and himself last. He underplayed his own pains and needs, in order to provide for those he loved.

Sander had been attracted to Robbe from the moment he saw his future boyfriend.

He was just the right blend of shy and sweet. Robbe was quiet and simple, but so amazing.

He was the kindest and most reliable person Sander had ever met.

Reliable, that was the word his therapist had used. Sander frowned when he heard it. Robbe was so much more than just reliable.

Sander loved him with a fiery passion. Robbe was his everything, his anchor, his muse and so much more.

But the man had explained what he meant.

'Reliable is the key for a good relationship. Without it, how can love flourish and grow? Reliability is the cornerstone of trust. You trust Robbe, right?'

Sander had nodded. Of course, he trusted Robbe. He trusted his boyfriend with his life.

Those brown eyes were his home. Sander never felt more calm than when he had Robbe by his side.

He slowly traced the cheekbone of his boyfriend with his fingertips.

Robbe frowned lightly, causing a confused expression on his face.

Sander could feel a smile creeping up his face. He leans forward to press a kiss on Robbe's lips.

The younger boy makes another soft sound. His lips close before slightly opening again. It is so adorable that Sander's chest hurts.

He loves that boy so damn much, it is getting ridiculous.

Sander debates whether he should take one of the three blankets off his boyfriend, but he just can't. Robbe looks so relaxed that Sander can't bear the thought of disturbing him.

So he sighs before getting out of the bed. Sleeping isn't going to work anymore.

He grabs a pair of sweatpants before turning the light back off again and walks towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

It is extremely quiet outside. Usually there this a lot of traffic since Sander lives next to a busy street, but not today. Probably because it is a Sunday. Or the fact it is six a.m in the morning.

He feels annoyed that he woke up so early. He loves nothing more than waking up next to his boyfriend after a good sleep. Slowly teasing each other while making out lazily.

Sander could have just stayed in bed, but he hates laying there, doing nothing.

He knows from experience that he is going to tease Robbe in the hope the boy wakes up. But he can't do that today. His boyfriend's exam week is approaching and he needs all the sleep he can get.

He hopes that Robbe wakes up before noon otherwise it is going to be very boring for Sander.

All his roommates had gone back home for the weekend so he had invited Robbe since they would have a lot of privacy.

A smirk appears on his face when he recalls the memories. They had used that privacy very well.

Sander still wasn't sure what he thought about living on his own. He loved the freedom and the chillness, but there was so much responsibility. He had to cook, clean, buy groceries. He didn't have an art room as well.

But he thought it was time to move out. If it had been up to Sander, he and Robbe would living together, but it wasn't realistic.

There was no chance that they could afford an apartment together. Robbe thought they were too young as well.

So Sander moved in with some friends of friends that were also students in Antwerp. They were nice people and Sander enjoyed living with them.

Most of them would go home to their parents during the weekend, so sometimes it was a bit lonely, especially when Robbe couldn't stay over.

Sander could go to his parents as well, but he didn't see the point. They lived not even a 15-minute bike ride away.

Here he could do whatever he wanted.

It was a small apartment, but much better than usual student houses. It was modern and light. The only problem was that it was quite noisy.

Sander learned his neighbours' name, but not through an official meeting.

A feeling of embarrassment appears in his stomach when he realised how clearly you can hear everything.

He had been living with his roommates for a week when Robbe stayed over.

Sander will never forget the knowing faces when he entered the kitchen.

It was all good now.

He had already walked in three times on his roommate having sex. There was no awkwardness between them. His roommates were very easy going people.

Sander had been so deep in thought that he walked straight into the doorpost.

He cursed underneath his breath while jumping around. Of course, he had to hit his small toe.

He hisses softly while searching for the light switch in the process knocking over a cheap vase.

Sander sighed loudly. It was going to be so day today apparently.

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Clouds dominate the morning sky leaving transitory patches of blue. Though they are mostly white, there is a hint of greyness, a suggestion that rain may play a part in the day to come.

Fuck, there goes his idea of surprising Robbe with a picnic.

Sander rolls his eyes.

Maybe he should bring Robbe breakfast in bed instead. Perhaps they could nap for a bit and stay in bed for the rest of the day because Sander felt like he needed it.

Today was just an off day.

The weather was bad, he was moody, his neck hurts and he is slightly limping.

He decides to start cooking already. He can wake Robbe up early if they were going to nap later.

Sander was feeling slightly more at ease while cooking. He enjoyed cooking and trying out new things while softly singing along to David Bowie. Suddenly two arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind.

Robbe rests his head on Sander's neck.

'Good morning baby, slept well?'

The younger boy murmurs something inaudible in response.

Sander turns around so that he can properly hug his boyfriend .

Robbe stands on his tiptoes, hiding his face in Sander's neck.

'You were already gone.'

'Sorry, woke up early' Sander whispers while massaging his boyfriend's scalp.

Robbe pulls back and pouts.

'I don't like it when you are not there when I wake up.'

'I am here now.'

Robbe hums before snuggling back into his boyfriend's neck.

'What are you making?'

'Breakfast for you.'

'Hmm,' Robbe starts giving Sander soft kisses causing goosebumps all over the artist's body.

Sander closes his eyes while enjoying his boyfriend's lips on his sensitive skin.

'I need to turn around again, otherwise, your pancakes will be burned.'

'Go ahead.'

Sander rolls his eyes before turning around, Robbe still tightly hugging his back. A feeling of happiness flooding over him.

'I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. You have ruined your surprise now'

'I am sorry, baby. Shall I go back to bed?'

Sander just knows his boyfriend is smiling and for that reason, a smile appears on his own face.

'No, now you are going to stay here and keep me warm.'

'Am I now?'

Robbe's tone is light and teasing while he tickles Sander.

'Argh, thats mean.'

Sander turns around. Robbe's brown eyes are twinkling with mischief.

The younger boy pinches his side again causing Sander to squirm.

'Stop that right now.'

'Or what?'

'Or you not going to get your breakfast.'

Robbe smiles while pulling Sander closer.

'Can I have a different kind of breakfast then?'

Sander gets lost for a second in the brown eyes that are looking so happy.

It makes his heart beat faster and his knees weak. His breath falters for a second while he checks his boyfriend out.

Robbe is wearing nothing except Sander's sweater that is slightly too big for him.

'Depends on what kind of breakfast you want, cutie.'

Thanks @chubbychik for proofreading

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #drabble #Send me a one direction song and I will give you a headcanon #or any song

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shijiujun · 4 years

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love in the dark | 2,189 words | TangFei

It’s the second time in three years they’re in this situation — stuck in a lift and sitting close to each other on the floor as they await rescue. Tang Yi can’t bring himself to hate it, because Shao Fei is here by his side, just like he was three years ago.

(an excuse just to briefly write chaotic but competent secretary!shao fei and also a tang yi who lets shao fei take care of him without much thought, for once)

For @florbexter ‘s July collection - Out of Order and taking one of her prompts out from her list! As always, flor is a hard carry for the Trapped fandom <3

“… you really should stop having coke in the morning so often,” Tang Yi says, looking at the man seated opposite him at the dining table with obvious disapproval. “Give me that.”

The man in question looks up suspiciously, then hugs the can of coke to himself, “You said I could have anything!”

Tang Yi opens his mouth to refute him, but Shao Fei, with his wide, innocent-looking eyes, is staring at Tang Yi as if he cannot believe that the man will go back on his word.

“I know I said I would fulfil a request of yours for inking that difficult deal on my behalf, but… don’t you want something else? New interns? A new car? How about a new coffee machine for the secretary’s pantry? Or even a few more suits? The last one is a good idea. You haven’t gone for a fitting in a while and there are a few new batches of prints for the autumn collection-“

“Tang Yi, it’s just one can of coke, I’m not even drinking a bottle,” Shao Fei interrupts with a frown.

“And no, I don’t want new interns because you hate having to deal with them and I don’t want to end up babysitting them either. Why would I need a car? Wherever you go, I go. Coffee machine? You buy a new one and I give it a week before Jack and Zhao Zi have it shifted to some other floor for themselves. I’ve got all the clothes I need. You won’t deny me this guilty pleasure, right? Tang Yi! Ah Yi, Xiao Yi Yi~”

He’s not wrong on any count. As always, Tang Yi finds that in front of one Meng Shao Fei, there’s really nothing that he wouldn’t give him. However, they’ve known each other for the better part of three years, and it really doesn’t hurt to try.

How long has Shao Fei been his secretary now? Almost three years in two months, Tang Yi notes.

And to think that Tang Yi was so resistant towards the idea of having a secretary and personal assistant for years, having a huge dislike for strangers following him that closely.

Now, Tang Yi and Shao Fei spend almost every hour together — working in the same office, staying in the same house, going on holidays, and hanging out lazily on the couch on off days among other things.

“Okay, just this once,” Tang Yi acquiesces, then reaches for Shao Fei’s mouth with his hand, his thumb wiping away at the remnants of coke on his lips.

Shao Fei doesn’t pay Tang Yi’s touch any mind, almost leaning imperceptibly into it as his attention is captured by the incoming messages on his phone.

“Hmm, we’ve got to go soon, Bai-zong is arriving at the airport early and I think he’ll make his way straight to us to talk over the deal,” he says, quickly firing off some replies to the messages he’s reading. “That gives us an extra hour before lunch, which means you’ll be able to attend that mini party going on in the marketing department? It’ll be good to turn up and show that you actually care about your employees…”

“I do care about all my employees,” Tang Yi returns dryly, getting to his feet. “Did you get the gifts for Bai-zong and also Xiao Man’s farewell party?”

His secretary looks up, a little affronted at the insinuation that he’s not fully prepared, “Of course! Tang Yi, how can you doubt me-“

“Alright, just get ready,” Tang Yi smiles, touching a knuckle to Shao Fei’s cheek in mock-admonishment.

===

Everyone is fond of Shao Fei, even though he’s not the type of character that most people will think of first when they look at the secretary role. Shao Fei is loud, boisterous, and sometimes even impulsive, creating trouble for Tang Yi when he’s not looking. It’s always the minor things though, like tripping over his own feet and dropping a tray of hot coffee onto his very expensive rugs once, or getting mad at a potential client for harassing Tang Yi.

Since Shao Fei assumed the role however, Tang Yi has to say there has not yet been a single misfiled document, late reply to an email or forgotten appointments. He’s also getting less complaints from his employees as a whole because Shao Fei is pretty much a guard at his door, fielding important requests from ridiculous ones. And since Shao Fei actually is a black belt in both Judo and Taekwondo, he plays the role of Tang Yi’s bodyguard from time to time if the situation calls for it.

Tang Yi remembers all of his employees’ names because this is his company, after all, but Shao Fei knows everyone. He speaks to every person they come across, and even when Ke-shu, the janitor that’s in charge of cleaning Tang Yi’s office and Shao Fei’s desk, comes in every morning to take out the trash, Shao Fei ends up chatting with him, asking after his granddaughter and if his knee is feeling better.

Shao Fei took a week off once, and it was only then Tang Yi realized just how much work he was handling.

“When are we flying to Beijing again?” asks Tang Yi, stepping into the lift.

“Next Thursday,” Shao Fei replies without even pausing. “I’ve already booked the tickets.”

It has been a while since the both of them took a break, and Tang Yi says so after some consideration, “We’ve got a bit of time this month right? Let’s extend the trip by a day or two.”

“Hmm… we could,” Shao Fei agrees carefully, his mind running through the meetings he has to reschedule if they do that. “Nothing important in the days after that inspection with the team in Beijing-“

He’s cut off when the elevator suddenly shakes with a loud scratching noise from the outside, and almost falling to the side if Tang Yi did not grab for him. The lights flicker on and off several times before the lift comes to a complete stop, and they’re plunged into darkness.

Shao Fei draws Tang Yi in unconsciously with one hand while the other pats at his pocket for his phone.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand sliding across Tang Yi’s back.

“… yeah, I’m good,” Tang Yi replies.

He tries to sound as nonchalant and steady as possible, but his voice still shakes a little. Shao Fei catches that tiny detail, and without another word, he brings the both of them to the corner of the lift next to the lift buttons and hits at the correct one to ring for help.

Tang Yi isn’t fond of enclosed spaces, and certainly not spaces that do not have light.

After communicating with the security guards in the building that he and Tang Yi are stuck in the lift, all they can do is wait for help. With that done, Shao Fei switches the flashlight on his phone on and leaves it on the floor so the entire lift is illuminated.

Looking at Tang Yi finally, Shao Fei frowns, noting how tightly wound up Tang Yi is against him. With any luck they’ll be out of here in another couple of hours, so he lowers himself and Tang Yi to the ground to sit.

“This reminds me of our first meeting,” Shao Fei chuckles, encircling Tang Yi’s waist with both arms. “We were stuck in a lift together too like this, do you remember? I can’t believe the both of us have the luck to be stuck here together, again.”

“… of course I remember,” Tang Yi exhales, letting himself lean into Shao Fei entirely and consciously forcing his fists to unclench. Then, “I really should get the lifts changed. Breaking down twice in three years?”

“That’s not too bad,” Shao Fei murmurs, resting his chin on Tang Yi’s nearest shoulder. “If we didn’t get stuck together three years ago, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to know me and then you’d be down a secretary!”

After a short moment, Tang Yi laughs, “You mean when you nagged at me until I gave you a job?”

Shao Fei rolls his eyes, the banter on this subject familiar to him.

Now that he thinks about it, it’s a miracle and a half that they are here today, all because of a malfunctioning lift then.

The scene was almost identical to the current one. He was rushing for an interview in Shi Hai Corporation’s public relations department when the lift broke down, and it would be a few months later that Shao Fei found out why Tang Yi is so afraid of the dark and small, closet-sized spaces.

Then, however, Shao Fei began talking away to the handsome man crouched stiffly on the floor next to him, trying to distract him as much as possible, not knowing that this was the CEO of the company he was interviewing for. At the end of the whole ordeal, Tang Yi knew so much about Shao Fei that it would have been comical, if not for how much he hated the lack of light and fresh air in that metal box they used for vertical transportation.

When they finally got out, Shao Fei obviously missed his interview time by a few hours and with a soft sigh, he stuffed his printed resume into his bag and headed home instead.

Who knew that Tang Yi would give him a call himself a day later and ask if he was still in need of a job?

Half a year into his role, Shao Fei broke his arm protecting Tang Yi from an almost car accident, and Tang Yi forcibly moved him into his mansion.

He moved into Tang Yi’s house, into his bed and then into his heart and soul — and Shao Fei hasn’t left since.

“Don’t be afraid,” Shao Fei murmurs into his ear, and Tang Yi likes this even more than the previous experience he had with Shao Fei here, because today he’s being unabashedly held in Shao Fei’s arms. “You have me! Hold out just for a bit more.”

His heart aches for Tang Yi, and not for the first time, Shao Fei wonders if it’s acceptable to run to Yilan and sock Tang Yi’s foster father - from before Tang Yi found Tang Guo Dong, his adoptive father - in both the eyes and the nose for being cruel to a young, defenseless child then.

“Mnn,” Tang Yi nods in agreement, turning a little to look at Shao Fei. “I have you.”

Shao Fei’s phone finally runs out of battery less than an hour later and they sit for a while longer in absolute darkness, but the irrational fear that usually comes is absent today for some reason. Feeling the warmth of Shao Fei’s body around his and his arms hugging him so tightly, Tang Yi wonders if this is why he feels so anchored and safe.

They don’t have to wait too long for rescue. Hearing the metallic, loud clangs of equipment against the exterior of the lift, one moment they’re shrouded in darkness and the next, the door is pried open, allowing light to flood their surroundings.

Tang Yi’s eyes can barely open against the glare of the bright sunlight as his vision adjusts accordingly.

“Tang-zong! Meng-mishu! Are you both okay?” one of their staff asks, frantic as he stands behind the two firefighters trying to get them out.

“Trust the both of you to get stuck in a lift together again,” Jack is there too, and somehow that head of flaming red hair has never looked as welcoming as it does now. “The both of you okay?”

“We’re good,” Shao Fei answers next to him. Then to Tang Yi, “Tang Yi, let’s go!”

Tang Yi can only stare as Shao Fei offers his hand to him, his lovely smile so bright and his body almost glowing, bathed in the morning sunlight before Tang Yi’s eyes.

Ah, he thinks to himself, this is why.

Paying their audience no mind, Tang Yi puts his hand in Shao Fei’s, and uses the grip to tug Shao Fei in. Kissing him in front of prying eyes softly, tenderly.

“… what’s that for?” Shao Fei asks when they pull apart, his cheeks dusted with pink.

It’s not like their relationship is a secret at the company, but they’re not all that public with their affection for each other either.

“Nothing, just… I love you,” Tang Yi smiles back.

A few of their staff, including Jack, are gathered to watch them get rescued, and at the display of affection, plenty of ‘awwws’ and ‘oooohs’ go around. Jack opens his mouth to tease, as is expected of him, and Tang Yi chooses that moment to glare at him.

“Say one word and you can go without your bonus this year.”

Next to him, Shao Fei cannot help but burst out into mirthful laughter, his hand interlaced with Tang Yi’s.

Indeed, there is nothing to fear, not even the dark itself-

-as long as Shao Fei continues being his light.

Notes:

*zong from 总裁 - CEO *mishu from 秘书－ secretary

#history3: trapped #history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #history 3: trapped #tangfei #tang yi #meng shao fei #stuck in an elevator anyone?

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Switched

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( Jensen, Angst + Fluff; hunter reader who is Dean's girlfriend + Prompt: “This can't be happening")

Summary: Y/N wakes up next to the man she loves, at least she thought so.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (brief), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki. Other Y/N

Warnings: angst, language, tension, making-out, AU Universes (like the French Mistake), violence, switching places, fluff, implied smut (barely), a slight Sir kink

Warmth, it’s the first thing you feel when you wake up next to Dean. His arms wrapped around your waist he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

“Dean…” You whimper as he starts nipping at your neck.

“Uh-huh, …you are in this mood today?” Dean says but something isn’t right with his voice. It’s not as deep as usual.

“Baby are you sick? Your voice sounds odd.” You stammer.

“No…I’m fine…but you need ‘the Dean’ this morning.” He says and his voice is back to normal.

Turning around in his embrace you look up at him and your hand slides over his cheek and you wonder again.

Since when is his skin so soft?

He almost looks like he’s wearing make-up but then his lips press against yours and you open your mouth to let him slide his tongue inside.

His cock stirs in his pants as you grind against him. You never were that forward, that open in the bedroom before.

“Fuck…so hot…” Dean groans as you flip him onto his back.

Your hands slide over his chest and you want to kiss him but then your eyes land on his tattoo or rather the place where it should be.

“Where is your tattoo, Dean? You ask looking around the foreign room.

“Baby, we should stop playing ‘make me the Dean’. Can’t we just be Y/N and Jensen?” He asks and you freeze.

“Who is Jensen and why am I wearing a wedding band? Oh, god…did we get drunk and married. Is this a joke of you and Sammy again?” You ask and the man underneath you doesn’t seem to understand.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did you hit your head? I mean last night you were alright. What’s this obsession with the show out of the blue?”

“Show?”

“Supernatural, Baby. Did you forget about my role too?”

“Oh, god…you are Jensen Ackles…” You gasp.

“Last time I checked my ID card I was…” Jensen stammers looking at you.

“This can’t be happening…not again.” You curse.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Shall I call Gen and Jared?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I went to sleep in the bunker next to Dean and now I’m here once again. Did you do this? I mean was last time not enough. We already fucked last time…oh…shit…”

“Baby?”

“I can’t explain…you don’t remember…don’t you?”

“Uh…you mean the odd dream where you were the role you are playing. That was years ago and you remember? I mean we weren’t a pair back then and you told me you are not my Y/N. After you found no way ‘back home’ we had the hottest sex ever…damn all the things you did to me…”

“Don’t remind me! I couldn’t look Dean in the eyes for weeks and then we did it too…” You mutter climbing off Jensen’s lap.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous, Baby.”

“I’m not your Baby, Jensen…okay. Some angel dick or someone else must’ve switched me and your Y/N once again. She better not touches my Dean.” You curse pacing around the room.

“You are serious…damn…I’ll call, Jared and Gen.”

----

“Just relax, Y/N. I know you are confused but this is Sam, that’s Cas and I’m Dean. I guess we all know by now you are not my Y/N…once again. This can’t be happening, Cas…” Dean says looking at the foreign Y/N in his bed. She looks exactly like you but at the same time completely different.

“Damn, who is behind this?” Sam curses handling the Y/N in Dean’s bed a flannel.

“Got no clue. We had no trouble with angels lately and I don’t think Castiel sent us into an alternative universe. Means only Y/N got switched once again. That Jensen asshole better does not touch her again!” Dean yells and the woman in his bed flinches.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Jay. This is not funny! Jared, tell him to stop this nonsense! Misha almost got killed last time you two did this!” She yells now.

“Lady calm down. You are not my Y/N, and I’m not Jensen Ackles, okay. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam and Castiel, the angel. I know our life is a show in your world but here…” Pointing around the bunker Dean locks eyes with the foreign Y/N. “…here all the shit is real. So, sit over there, drink your coffee and we are going to switch you back.”

“How?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know, dude! I want my girl back!” Dean curses while Castiel tries to remain calm. He’s got no clue how to get you back.

----

“She said she’s Y/N from the show…like last time?” Jared asks glancing over to you pacing around the room.

“Yeah…I mean she acts like back then…in bed too…if you know what I mean.”

“Damn…what now? Shall we call a doctor?”

“No, dude! What if…I mean…everyone told us we were on set back then but we weren’t. Even Genevieve told us I called her the ‘fake Ruby’. What if this is not a joke or something my wife imagines, Jare?”

“Are you nuts?” Jared whispers.

“No…I mean…what if?”

“Seriously? You are talking about different universes now? Did you play Dean for too long?”

“Jared. Yesterday my wife went to bed like always and this morning she is different and I like it. Damn my cock never was that hard…believe me, if she wouldn’t have tried to break my arm after I tried to kiss her I would bend her over the bed and fuck her right now.” Jensen groans licking his lips.

“Guys? Shall I talk to her?” Gen asks entering the room.

“You brought Ruby here? How did you bring her back? That bitch is dead for almost ten years by now!”

“Y/N?” Gen gasps and you can see the hurting all over her face.

“Sorry…I was trying to get into my role. Thought it would be funny to trick all of you for a while.” You lie.

“Damn…Baby! You scared the shit out of me.” Jensen pants moving his arms around you while pressing his hard cock against your leg.

“Tell your friends to go home and we can finish what we started.” You whisper and his cock twitches.

“Fuck…yeah…”

----

“Did you meet someone strange? Maybe you touched something in a store or at the flea market yesterday.” Sam says.

“Uh…no. I mean I was bored and looked around on my own. Y/N got pissed and said that sometimes she wished I would be more attentively or more interested in things she likes.” Dean stammers remembering your sad face. “I told her to find someone new... then we went to bed…angry…for the first time in over 8 years, Sammy. What if I do not get her back?”

“Did you touch something or Y/N?”

“A mirror. She liked it and bought it. It’s in our room.” Dean says and Sam nods at Castiel.

“We will get her back, Dean. Now let Castiel and me check the mirror and if it’s an artifact. I called Rowena too. Maybe she can help.”

“Okay…” Dean whispers glancing at the foreign Y/N on his bed. He can see the fear all over her face and wishes he could take it away…

----

“What happened last night?” You ask sliding your hands over Jensen’s chest as you straddle his lap.

“You don’t remember?” Jensen asks cocking a brow.

“Not really…”

“Well, we had a fight, a terrible fight. You wanted to buy something in that antique store, a mirror and I didn’t listen. I was too busy talking to Misha on my phone.”

“Mirror? Did we buy it?”

“Yeah…it’s in the bathroom. Can we go back to what we did before we got distracted? I’m painfully hard, Baby.” Jensen groans and you almost feel pity for him.

“Hmm…wait…” Showing mercy you cup his face to kiss him softly. It feels wrong, he looks so much like Dean, but it’s not him but you need to distract him to…well use the handcuffs you found in his nightstand.

“Baby? Fuck…you want to play? Never thought you would be doing this again with me…” Jensen groans and you shrug.

“Sorry, Jay but I will not cheat on Dean. Your wife will be back soon, just tell her you want to try new things. I bet she likes it…try to call her good girl and let her call you Sir or spank her ass playfully. I’m into hair pulling too. If she’s only a bit like me, she will come like never before…” You chuckle walking into the bathroom to check the mirror.

----

“Okay…Rowena said both Y/N’s need to touch the mirror at the same time.” Sam explains and Dean rolls his eyes.

“How shall we know my girl is touching the mirror right now?” Dean mutters.

“We have to let this Y/N touch it the whole time. Also, she needs to wish to be back to her world…her life, back at the side of the man she loves.” Castiel says and Dean falls silent.

“What if she doesn’t want to come back? What if he’s giving her something I can’t give her?”

“Dean…let’s do this. Y/N loves you, you know that.”

“Lady…uh…Y/N. Can you…”

“I’ve got this. I might not be your Y/N but I play her long enough to understand what it takes to bring me back. If your Y/N only loves you half as much as I love Jensen she wants to come back for sure.” Jensen’s Y/N says.

“Good. Touch the mirror. Focus on Jensen, your life and the love you feel for him. Just let your love flow.” Sam says and Jensen’s Y/N touches the mirror.

----

Your hands are shaking, and you pray this will work. If the other version of you touched the mirror at the same time it could’ve happened you got switched.

Placing one hand onto the mirror you close your eyes. Remembering all the good times with Dean, the love you feel and the warmth when he holds you tight you let your love flow and the mirror starts glowing.

Opening your eyes, you see yourself in the mirror for a second before you disappear.

“Y/N, are you alright? I can’t get up…are you hurt?” Jensen screams but then he sees his wife walking out of the bathroom.

She has a smile on her lips but then her eyes darken at the sight of her husband tied to the bed.

“Hmm…Jay. Do you want to play Baby? Shall your wife help you out? Look at you…so hard for me.” She swoons and Jensen licks his lips.

“Please…my good girl.” He groans and his wife’s smile grows.

“Yes…Sir…” She whispers.

----

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean stammers as you fall to the ground. With shaking hands he picks you up to check on you.

“Dean? Shirt off!” You order and he looks at you in confusion.

“Baby?”

“I said shirt off!”

“Fine…” Removing his shirt Dean watches your getting up from the bed to slide your hands over his chest. The tattoo is back at his place and when you touch his cheeks they are scruffy as you like it.

“My Dean…you’re mine. Thank god. His face felt like the butt of a baby.” You chuckle jumping into his arms. “I’m sorry about the fight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart…wait…you touched his face?”

“Don’t get jealous. He didn’t get any…just handcuffed him to the bed…”

“Damn…uh…”

“Hmm…did you just get hard, Dean? Does my bad boy need some playtime with his good girl?” You ask and Sam awkwardly leaves the room with Castiel hot on his heels.

“Yeah…missed you. She wasn’t you…”

“He wasn’t you either. Love you…”

“Love you too, Y/N…now back to the handcuffs…”

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archivepolarisornah · 4 years

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the sweet taste of revenge | Tina

James had been waiting for Tina to arrive at work all day. After what had occurred yesterday, he had done the beds that night so he could give her a whole different task. He’d been thinking that night on how he could get a little bit of a payback. Step one was reducing her pay with 50% since she didn’t work most of that day. He practically had been nice.

Secondly, he had gotten her four different fairy outfits he wanted her to fit for Halloween because yes it was time they would change Neverland to a pirate ship and he would have Tina to be his personal Tinkerbell. He had gotten Peter a Pan outfit for the shit and giggles of it.

Thirdly she would now be set in the kitchen, with him preparing and tasting the food that would be Halloween themed. Seeing she liked the cake he wanted to try some pumpkin inspired cupcakes. This would seem like normal, but what made all of this so horrifying is, that he wouldn’t allow her to do a job he didn’t ask for, meaning today she would be stuck with him.

Tina was running exactly 5 minutes late for work (which was a new record because usually she was 30 minutes late or didn’t show up at all). By her logic, she thought if she arrived as close to on time as possible then she could absolutely avoid Hook, and getting in to trouble, and then she would only have to answer the phones that day. Never in a million years could she predict the direction her day was about to take.

To counter the absolutely foul mood she had been in the day previously, which she blamed on being tired and hungry, Tina had decided to down a mug of coffee before she left the house (not her usual morning drink), and stopped by the cafe to buy another coffee, with a double shot of espresso for good measure. The sprite was soon to be absolutely buzzed on caffeine. It hadn’t quite kicked in yet, but oh boy was she in for a ride when it did. Coupled with the fact she had lost a significant amount of sleep because she had been crying meant that she would be bouncing off the walls in no time.

As discretely as possible, Tina slithered in to reception and hung her coat and bag in the staff cupboard. She debated for a minute just staying in there all day but that seemed like a bad place to be once caffeine turned her in to a fidgety mess. Tina cradled her coffee in her hand and closed the cupboard door. When she turned, there stood Hook with a suspiciously calm look on his face. It was unnerving. She forced a smile in the hopes that he would see she was in an absolutely, totally, perfectly fine mood and leave her alone.

James found himself surprised. Shouldn’t Tina be at work like what half an hour later? Well, originally she was expected to be here. Which confused him, after yesterday he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t show up at all. But early of all things. Was she plotting something as well? Well it made it easier for him to tell her that her schedule has been changed, wait till her tantrum was over (without the sentimental feelings yesterday had to offer.) For some odd reason, he didn’t really like to see her sad. He must be gotten ill or something.

It also seemed like she wasn’t fully aware he was in the room at first, which gave him a moment to slip on a grin, before taking a more neutral one when they stood face to face. “I have already done the beds for today so you will be given a different chore than usual.” He explained, trying to not smile as he did his explanation.

“As you might have heard this year we will be doing a pirate theme for Halloween.” He had to thank Meg and Tobias for that one, and he did. After all, those two were the ones that gave him the idea in the first place. He moved for a moment, handing her the box with the fairy outfits. “This will be chore number one, go to the ladies room, or an unused room to fit these. It’s your outfit, pick the one you like most or if you like all of them you can switch them during Halloween.” He pondered for a moment, “after that I expect you in the kitchen. I will give further instructions.”

He wondered if she could give some input on what to put on the cupcakes.

Tina couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when it was noted that the beds had already been made. Yesterday was not fun and if she could avoid a repeat then she would do so at all costs. “Oh, thank fuck, I’ll take anything over making the beds…” she muttered in to the plastic lid of her coffee cup. This wasn’t true, of course. There was a whole host of things that she would rather not do at all and had she known the day ahead of her she would have volunteered to make the beds all over again.

The girl downed the rest of her coffee as Hook explained the pirate theme, which she wasn’t particularly excited about. “Wow, pirates, that’s just… brilliant idea!” Her voice was laced with mockery despite how cheery she was trying to sound. There was nothing scary about pirates! How was she supposed to scare guests with an eye-patch and a parrot? She wished there had been some vodka in her coffee when James handed her the box - what the hell was he going to get her to wear?! Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but the task seemed like an easy way to kill time and wait for the coffee to work its magic so she obliged.

“I’m just letting you know right now, if I look awful in any of these I’m not going to wear them.”

Tina sauntered to James’ office with her nose stuck stubbornly in the air. She was absolutely not getting dressed in the ladies room, or walking down the corridor to find an empty room. With a light kick of her foot, she pushed the door open, and threw a grin over her shoulder. At the very least she could pretend to be a very slow dresser, and use the time to level up on Mario Kart, and maybe by then James would have gotten bored and did the chores in the kitchen without her.

A breath of relief? Hmm…that wasn’t exactly the reaction he was going for…Perhaps he should have thought this through, or perhaps she failed to notice she will be spending her time with him later when the day progressed. “Language Tina, especially in rooms where clients can hear.” It wasn’t a real scolding, more like..a gentle reminder. She wasn’t off the hook just yet.

“You can thank Tobias and Meg for that idea, they are the two individuals that gave me the idea in the first place. I also got a costume for Peter, though I find it highly unlikely he’d do anything during Halloween.” It would be Smee and Tina and him. It was going to drain the life out of him.

“If you don’t wear them you are free to spend your own money on a costume, you will need to be dressed regardless.” James shrugged, not really in the mood to bicker with her. If she wasn’t pleased with these…pretty expensive…what was wrong with him? His smile faltered, and a deepening frown came over him as he leaned back against the counter.

What was the plan again?

Tina rolled her eyes but bit her tongue. She could skip down the hall singing a slew of profanities till her heart’s content, just to annoy him. But she could also just choose to ignore the reminder and continue on her merry way.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’ll make sure I thank them for it,” Tina nodded though she would absolutely not be thanking them. Especially not Tobias of all people! What was he doing suggesting Halloween decorations to Hook anyway? That didn’t seem like him at all. James did hold Tina’s attention briefly when he spoke of Peter though, and she knew there was not a chance in hell that Peter would be wearing anything that he bought for him. With great skepticism she asked, “What costume did you buy Peter? ‘Cause, like, he’s not gonna wear it.”

Tina laughed at the thought and felt the familiar tingle of the caffeine starting to take effect. A feint smirk began to play on the side her lips - at the very least if James was going to try and rile her up with these costumes she was in the perfect mischievous sort of mood to throw it back in his face.

“I couldn’t buy my own if I wanted to,” the girl called through the opened door. She planned on keeping it open until she had decided if she was going to try any of the costumes on. The box was dumped on the floor with a dull thud. “You docked my pay, remember?! Although…” Tina continued, peeking her head around the door frame. There was a sparkle in her eyes that hinted she was ready to cause to trouble. “I could always dress as Lady Godiva!”

Without leaving room for a response Tina slammed the door closed and set about pulling the costumes from the box.

That little eyeroll normally would do wonders for his mood, yet James found himself too much struggling with his thoughts to actually find himself light-hearted. What the hell had Tina done to him?”

Well, James wasn’t born yesterday, he knew Tina wouldn’t thank those people. Heck, he already knew she wouldn’t thank him for the expensive professional wigs, makeup and dresses he had given her. He found himself at loss for words as he , finally, worked out what was wrong with him.

oh no.

Oh hell no.

Of all things James had to deal with it just happened to be that he found himself charmed by this ridiculously rude blond. A lot of when how and even why comes into his mind.

But he already knew when he already knew how and he already knew why. This had been going on for a long while. Hadn’t it already been before he picked her up and jumped with her into the pool? Hadn’t it been before he even met Wendy Darling?

Yes, this had been happening before all of this, James simply denied it, and kept denying it. But for some reason after the pool, he found it harder to hide it. After all wasn’t he always constantly worrying about her, like when she became sick (or pretended she was as he later found out). This was an absolute mess, because he knew she fancied Peter, and a part of him actually rooted for her.

Another part just wasn’t pleased with how Peter handled her and she deserved better. A lot better than Peter.

He snapped out of it. He would never willingly tell her this, he refused to treat her differently even realizing this. Though he also knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her having come to terms that…of all people he ended up finding his first crush to be Tina Bell.

It had been so easy to ban love or crushes out of his life. So why now? Why her? Because she makes things easier, and she makes things less boring, and he too realized she was so much more than she showed. She was more sensitive and yet she was strong, she had a sharp tongue but wasn’t that what had drawn him in. He wanted to sweep her off her feet while knowing he would never be able to do so. He wanted her, but he couldn’t have her. Because she would never like James Hook, wasn’t that how it always had been since he hired her? And yet- she had lowered her guard yesterday, and therefore lowered his.

God damn it, Tina!

He mentally shouted to himself. He cursed himself. Angry he moved towards his office. He needed a drink.

In the time that it had taken Hook to give himself an existential crisis, Tina had started to carefully unpack the box of costumes. The box itself had been haphazardly thrown behind the desk in a rush of excitement, but open realising just how pretty the costumes were Tina thought she better take just a little more care with them. The girl sat cross legged on the floor, surrounded by a sea of tulle and glitter, none-the-wiser to what was occurring outside.

It was weird, of course, that Hook had chosen such expensive looking things for her to wear. She couldn’t fathom why. But hey, Tina would never turn down something expensive, sparkly or green if she could help it. And playing dress-up was so much fun! Maybe he thought it would be funny to see her swamped by the fabric, or have her feel embarrassed at being likened to a fairy. Tina thought Hook was a complete idiot. Especially after their riot yesterday.

Tina stood, holding one of the dresses at arms length to get a better look at it before she would try it on. She gave it a swish, to see how the fabric moved, before turning to face the window where she could see her reflection. (Luckily the office windows looked out onto trees that obstructed the view because she hadn’t thought to close the blinds.)

Apparently she had been quite enamored with the sparkle of the dress because she hadn’t heard anyone approaching the door. When it flew opened she gave out a horrified shriek and clutched the dress close to her chest, whirling around to shoot Hook an embarrassed glare. She had just been about to get changed!! What was he thinking?! (Thank God she didn’t know what he was thinking…)

“Hey!” Tina cried, rushing forward with an outstretched hand to shoo James back out of the room. “What are you doing you perv? I could have been naked in here! Get out!” She used her free hand to try to turn him around and push him back out the way he came. Tina’s entire face burned bright red. Now she was going to clash with the green!!

The time he had used to walk to the office, Tina had managed to look at the content of the boxes. Of course, James didn’t think that she would look at these costumes and dress in his office, because why would she go to his office. Yet that was exactly what happened when he walked in. It felt like the air got sucked out of his lungs (and he still wanted his drink.)

…Did she call him a pervert?

“What are you doing in my office.” He has already pushed around yet that didn’t mean he wouldn’t speak his disapproval. “Unless my office became a guestroom or ladies room without my knowledge.” It was her fault to dress in his office. Why Tina, why of all places my office. James thought to himself. “Well, at least the green looks nice on you.

He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware you would take off your underwear to fit a costume, technically you wouldn’t be naked anyway.” He coughed as if to hide his embarrassment as he leaned against the wall, outside his office.

All of the sudden this day felt like it would become a rather long one, part of him didn’t want to spend any time with her, yet he did need a second opinion and Peter well…it was Peter. At least Tina was somewhat helpful at times. Rarely but at least that was still more than peter was.

He sighed as he patiently waited for her to finish, after all the way he scheduled his day he was rather depended on her. Maybe he’d even give her a little bit of a charge today.

“I’m getting changed like you told me to,” Tina insisted, as if the answer was totally obvious. (When did she ever do as she was told?) In reality she was just lazy and hadn’t felt like walking, or searching, or trying to change in a small space. “And besides,” she continued, a playful smirk dancing on the edge of her lips. “I am a guest in your office right now, therefore, this is now a guestroom. And I’m a lady, inside a room, so it’s also a ladies room.” Sure, her logic wasn’t solid, but she wasn’t fussed for accuracy right now and was feeling a little pedantic. James’ comment about the green was duly noted, not that she cared what he thought looked good on her. She already knew green was her colour. Peter had even said so at the party.

The flush on her cheeks never left but that wasn’t about to stop her arguing her case, and when it seemed James was embarrassed by the notion of her taking off her underwear Tina saw it as a prime opportunity to really rile him up. If he was going to try to embarrass her then she would do her damnedest to turn it back around on him. “You don’t know how I live my life, Sir,” Tina remarked rather suggestively, placing her free hand on her hip and shrugging her shoulders.

With that she closed the door again and did her best to hide a giggle. A plan was forming in her head. If it went as planned, Hook would become either so flustered, or frustrated, or irritated, that he would decide that he didn’t need her to follow him around after all, and then, just like she had hoped twenty minutes prior, he would let her answer e-mails and sit at the front desk for the rest of the day instead.

Tina went back to her previous task or sorting through the costumes and finally decided which one she was going to try on first. There was a lot of layers to put on, and she almost wished she had someone to help her, but she couldn’t very well ask Hook to help her. Not after all that suggestive language.

He couldn’t contain the rolling of his eyes, though his cheeks were still a bit flustered. He scraped his throat for a moment to recompose himself. “You are an employee and not a guest, you are on your work hours now.” James pointed out to shut down her remark. “And since this is my office technically you are a woman dressing in the men’s room.” Logic or not he wouldn’t accept it.

Yet he wouldn’t walk in there again either.

You don’t know how I live my life, Sir. The way her voice sounded as she teased him, made his lips curl into a smirk. Two can play that game. “Oh, I’m very aware of how you live your life, Tina.” His voice grew deeper as he said her name. He’d been watching her far long enough to know that she would never dare to go commando, especially not near peter nor him.

He was happy that she slammed the door because he was well aware his face would have said much more than those words did. With that, he leaned back against the wall watching the door intentively. “I’d hurry if I were you, this promises to become a very long day if you don’t.” She’d be working after hours if she didn’t get everything done.

She wasn’t the only one who could be suggestive as to mess with him. He could play that game all too well, being flirtatious wasn’t anything new to him, though he never imagined him to be like that towards Tina. Yet she had pressed a button with him that made him want to tease her.

“Uh, equal rights!” Tina called in reply, knowing full well that her argument was falling flat and she was countering for the sake of keeping the argument going. She wasn’t being serious, of course. In fact, it was all quite funny to her. And it was wasting more time.

She was finishing adjusting the way the straps of the dress lay across her shoulders when she felt her ears burning, and her hands flew up to cover them. The change in James’ tone of voice was quite startling, definitely not the response she had been aiming for, and she had to think quickly on her feet to reply in a way that didn’t make her sound like she was flustered by it. What did he even mean by that?

“See!” Tina started as confidently as she had been moments prior. “Didn’t I just say you were a perv?”

A laugh almost escaped her, but she bit the edge of her lower lip to stop it and finished fixing the dress. Now she really had to take her time because if she want out there blushing like a maniac then her teasing would stop working. So Tina fixed her hair and made sure that every layer of tulle was sitting just right.

And then she opened the door. With a sickly-sweet smile on her face, Tina spun slowly on her toes, making sure to show off the entirety of the dress. She wasn’t in complete costumes, heaven forbid she would take too long getting ready, but she certainly felt pretty as a picture. Tina finished with a curtsy and a flutter of her eyelashes. “Before you say it, yes, I know I look great!”

“What’s with equal rights, there is a reason for safety why women are not allowed in the men’s room isn’t there. Even more, if a man were to go to a ladies room, the guy would be in much more trouble than a girl would in a man’s room.” He found himself feeling slightly annoyed with the whole equal rights bull, it only counts to privilege the person saying it, and rarely it’s considered from the other side of things. He sighed deeply.

For one his ears were just about glued to her voice, even though he knew she was joking, or teasing or whatnot, he tried to continue the conversation simply out of the desire of wanting to talk to her. This caused him to sigh again because now he realised the reason, this would become pretty much draining to him in the long run. Part of him prayed she wouldn’t get under his skin too often so it would still be manageable. Perhaps he should just mention Peter more often in an attempt to distract her. Anything that works he’d try at this point. Much rather than giving in to the messy feelings he was having. He didn’t want to deal with those, he didn’t deserve them in the first place. Yet, they still existed didn’t they.

fuck his life, hard.

He, however, had to laugh as she called him a perv once again. “Not sure what you are imagining Tina.” His voice came out playful, perhaps a tiny bit cocky even. He gave up right then and there, he’d roll with whatever she threw at him. “I haven’t really done anything to be the pervert here, so if it’s your imagination wouldn’t it make you the perv instead?” He asked her tauntingly, though his voice betrayed how he too was simply joking with her.

Which is why when she opened the door and twirled before him he actually gave her an appreciating nod and agreed with her. “You couldn’t be more right, you really picked out a dress that very much suits you very well.” He softly smiled. “It’ll look even better given the wig and makeup.” He found himself content with his purchases.

Tina snickered. She thought of herself as a bit of a feminist but by Wendy’s definition she probably wasn’t. Her attitude toward other women wasn’t exactly desirable - she found herself incredibly jealous and unbelievably judgemental, and if she could throw another girl under the bus to save herself then she would do so without even flinching. There was a lot of unhealthy competition going on when Tina was growing up, and unlike Wendy, she never grew out of it. Regardless, that wasn’t going to stop her telling James off for his opinion on the matter. “Sir, that is exactly why we need equal rights, you idiot. Then no one gets in trouble for using a bathroom.” Her voice was rather condescending and she frowned imagining that Wendy might have said something similar. “Besides,” Tina continued. “I could beat the shit out of any man causing trouble in the men or the ladies room…"

It was lucky that Tina had a quick mind and a quicker tongue because she was sure that any other person having this conversation would have crumbled or given up to the teasing by now. Lord knows what it might sound like to a bystander! Actually it probably was better that no one was eavesdropping because they might get a very wrong idea of what was happening, at least on Tina’s end.

“Oh, but you’re such a clever man, I’m sure you could figure it out,” she taunted, a hint if a wink in her voice. She was trying very, very hard not to burst in to a fit of giggles. Oh, what a performance this was! She should win an Oscar! “And anyway, what of it? What if I was a perv? What’d you do then?"

Tina’s nose betrayed her once more. The flush that usually crept across her face slowly returned when James agreed with her choice. Damnit! She wished she could get through at least one conversation with someone without blushing. "I still have to try on the others, remember!? We don’t know if this is the one yet!”

James failed to see the attraction when it came to what feminism had turned out to be. Throughout history, they represented the things that caused disturbances in rights when it came to women. Now at times, it felt like some sort of power trip. "That is exactly the point I am making, in order to speak about equality all genders should be able to go to the bathroom without getting an assault charge.” He did not even see why any of this mattered considering equality had so much more issues than just the use of a toilet. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she insulted him, it was so like her to slip one in. Her words after were so much like Tina James couldn’t help but feel the need to hide a smile from his face, he had to bite his lip in order to not start laughing. “I do not doubt that Tina, but at times better safe than sorry.”

James had already forgotten about the potential guests that could overhear the situation. Mainly because it was rare they would come near his office, which fairly was pretty far away from the other rooms. It was a place of his own, perhaps why Tina had decided to dress herself in that room for that reason, no one to overhear or easily disturb you. Things were turning a bit amusing to him now. Especially since Tina cane cross as a bit playful. It was pretty funny to him.

“Maybe I am feeling a bit stupid today, you did call me an idiot after all, why don’t you elaborate on it?” James’ voice turned a bit deeper, more because he was teasing her in a way that he normally didn’t. Well, he didn’t do so with anyone, yet he couldn’t stop himself. “Hmm if you were a pervert?” He had to think carefully about what to say next. “Guess there would be an increase in the teasing, Tina.”

James halted as she pointed out the other costumes. “Well, I didn’t buy you 3 outfits for you to pick one of them. They all are yours, so whichever is to your liking you can keep.” They were all custom made anyway. So even if he wanted to sell them it wouldn’t be easy.

“Better safe than sorry,” Tina repeated mockingly, with a signature roll of her eyes. How many times had she heard that in her life? ‘Better safe than sorry’. If she had taken such advice then she wouldn’t be friends with Peter, or the Lost Boys, and she wouldn’t have nearly as many exciting stories to tell. It seemed much better to live life to the fullest and not apologies for anything, than to live a safe, unfulfilling existence. She snorted and waved her hand dismissively. “God, you sound like my Aunt Mary!”

Though Tina was fully aware that James was admitting stupidity for something of a comedic or teasing effect, she wholeheartedly agreed that, yes, James was being stupid today. She thought he was stupid most of the time, but today particularly so. It seemed he was playing right in to her hands. (That could just have been the caffeine shooting her confidence through the roof though.) Now was her chance to go for the full wind up! If she didn’t think fast the moment would be gone. For effect, Tina folded her arms, then tapped a dainty finger on the side of her temple, as if deep in thought. How could she ‘elaborate’ in such a way that would make James want to walk away from the whole conversation and never look back? Or even better, how could she totally embarrass him?

“I think…” Tina started, more smug than ever. She took a small step forward to up the drama. “Mm, no, I know you must be a perv because how else would you know exactly what my size is for this dress if you hadn’t, I don’t know, been staring at me intently?”

Admittedly Tina was grasping at straws, and was making much of this explanation up on the spot. She didn’t believe a word that was coming out of her own mouth, but she wasn’t going to act like it, was she?

“I mean, this bodice is pretty tight, right?” A hand drifted across her midriff and landed on her hip. “And you were watching me as I hung up my coat, weren’t you? I can only really think of one other explanation, if you aren’t the perv I think you are.”

Tina had to resist the urge to give James a good hard poke on the chest. That had ended badly for her previously. “And, there! You’ve just proven the theory if you’ll tease me more for being a perv, because you like it.”

James scoffed as she repeated his words, god she could be so childish at times. Yet, it still amused him in the end. It was hard to keep a straight face while having any conversation with her lately. But he managed with the best of his capability. In a way he only said these things because he lacked the individual to tell him, there was no one that warned him what the risks of picking fights were, but if he knew one thing: Love was a dangerous flame that could either ignite a spark inside of you or burn you alive. And as much as James fancied Tina, he wasn’t willing to let her know this. Either he wasn’t ready for her to know, or perhaps he simply couldn’t trust her. His history was too complicated and it all turned with the polar figure in his life that torn him into pieces. His mother.

You see, as a son from a rich family, it was uncommon for him to be placed in an orphanage. That is if you didn’t fake your child being death. And that was exactly the stunt his mother had pulled as her petty little revenge towards James his father. He was six years old when his father found a new mistress he wanted to spend his life with, to sooth his former wife he had given full custody over James to his wife, making time for him in the weekend. However, when James had his birthday at his mother’s place, she dropped him off to an orphanage claiming she couldn’t care for such a worthless human being, and if they didn’t take him from her she would end his life herself. The system didn’t really do a good job in contacting his father and James was placed with a broken self-image and a lot of scars which led to a violent streak into his youth. He didn’t know what home was. He didn’t know what love was. He barely allowed people near him, and he didn’t trust anyone.

“I don’t know who your aunt Mary is.” He stated. God, he didn’t even know anything about his own family. He didn’t have the strength to go looking for them, not after James learned that his mother remarried and had another son. His father had two daughters and led a happy life with his new wife. Who was he to disturb their lives with questions that he wouldn’t even want an answer on? “Though I can only hope she is someone that cares for you?” If not then he certainly didn’t want to be part of the comparison, because James did care for Tina. He cared for her much more than he’d done for anyone throughout his life. Perhaps she already had surpassed how much he cared for Peter. And that was what terrified him, how had this tiny little blond managed to root herself into his heart. Sure she was annoyingly cute and there was so much about her that it almost frustrated him how peter lacked this insight. She was amazing and special. What did she lack for Peter to wholeheartedly dedicate himself to her? And to make the matter worse, this knowledge at times was what made James feel a bit relieved and conflicted at the same time. Because a part of him would always support whatever could give Tina the happiness she deserved. But a part of him felt like she deserved better than to be someone’s second choice. He remembered his conversation with Wendy before, he wasn’t stupid he knew the girl was hurting. And the way she spoke about Peter betrayed how much she cared for him.

But were they a better match? Wendy and Peter, or Tina and Peter. Tina would match Peter’s mischievous side, they both knew how to create trouble. But as for who was better, wasn’t it Wendy who could keep Peter grounded. And what would he think if Peter and Tina did end up together? Part of him feared, that despite Tina being over the moon. Peter wouldn’t keep up that façade very long before that leading to Tina being hurt. James already knew that he was getting more well observant and with a growing sense of protection over Tina. While being aware that this was something that could never be, even if it was something he so desperately wanted.

He must have gone stupid, having these feelings was never a bother to him. If he liked someone he could always tell himself that his work was more important, peter was more…well, he had some importance in his life. But Tina surpassed those excuses by working for him. And even though he knew that giving in was the last thing he should do when it came to Tina, he did want to give her her fun. Allow her to tease him, and be playful around him. What he wanted more than anything was for her to be comfortable enough to be herself around him. The way she accidentally had been during one of their fights not too long ago. Because even if it tore him apart and he had to practically drag the conversation in a way that they both could run from it. James hadn’t forgotten anything about it. The way her hair fell to hide her vulnerable side. Or how tiny she looked with her legs pulled together.

“Do you know what you sound like?” it was one of the things she had said to him that day. And even now he wondered. What did he sound like? What was it she needed, and could he ever offer that to her. These things were what kept him lying awake at night. He was a mix off ‘what could he do to make things easier’ while also thinking ‘how could he keep his feelings hidden for her.’ And it wasn’t easy, lord this was the most difficult thing he had ever faced, and he had faced guys with metal bats and knuckles. Then how could Tina manage to be more terrifying then they could ever be. Ah because physical bruises heal. But another scar on his heart could change him back to the man he so desperately didn’t want to be anymore. No, he couldn’t allow Tina to ever make such an influence on him.

He watched her fold her arms and he knew that now his inner fight would start, it was something he knew Tina did when she planned to play with Smee. Which either meant she wanted to avoid something, wanted something, or planned an escape. Three things James wouldn’t allow right now. He wouldn’t lose to her. He would never lose to her. Because losing would mean confessing and confessing would mean disaster.

“Yes?” The smug look on her face did things to him he couldn’t describe, he wanted to wipe it off her face, so he pressed his lips firmly, though a smile escaped. Her next words almost made him swallow, but he somehow managed to stand tall. So she had noticed. But she seemed to forgotten something. “And what if I did?” He smiled taking a step closer to her, a cheeky smile.

“As to why I know your sizes, I’m not sure how much of a genius you think I am but I could stare at you for ages and I still wouldn’t know your size. Basically, I checked your file when you came to work here if you recall Neverland was meant to have uniforms in the beginning, and it was written in your resume.” He pointed out casually.

“But then there is your question, why would I look at you intensively.” James hummed. “Well since you are the one with the greater imagination of the both of us, tell me what makes you think I would look at you so closely. Aside from the tag sticking out of your coat?”

He shook his head. He wouldn’t allow himself to be defeated. “And I’ll have to apologize princess, but the only thing you have been right about is that you are correct about one single thing. I do tease you because I like it, the rest pure coincidence.”

Tina considered for a moment, not something she wanted to be doing right now. Was Mary someone that cared for Tina? She supposed to so. The woman wasn’t terrible by any means -she raised Tina, clothed and fed her, put a roof over her head- but she always seemed distant. There was always something else that needed doing elsewhere. Some would call Mary a busy body, others might call her scatter brained. She just didn’t have the time to really look at Tina, or listen to her, or play with her. Tina knew that Mary must have cared a little if she continued to provide for her, to put up with her. It just wasn’t enough. Maybe had something to do with the rest of her family. Something in the back of her mind had her suspicious that Mary wasn’t even her real Auntie but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Regardless, the lack of attention led to Tina’s increasingly desperate attempts to be noticed. Not just by Mary, but by anyone. Peter filled that void when they were children, and then the Lost Boys too. And they would wildly search for attention together. But then Wendy appeared and the void threatened to grow and grow, and Tina grew increasingly desperate. All attention felt like good attention at this point. Even when the attention was objectively very, very bad. (Like right now.) But, you know, Mary still fed her and stuff. She didn’t kick her out when school started to call, or when the police gave her one or two warnings. She totally cared.

“Hmm… I guess she did,” Tina hummed. “I mean, I’m still alive. That has to count.” She really didn’t feel like diving much deeper in to it. Not when she was trying to flirt her way out of doing real work!

James shortened the gap between them and Tina found she had to stand a little taller just to look at him now. There was no way she was going to look as small and vulnerable as when he shouted at her. His response to the staring accusation caught her off guard for a moment. Had she not been so committed to the act she would have taken a step away from him. What if he had been staring? Well then she would be thoroughly freaked out. But he was just playing, right? So she kept up the game. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you,” Tina shrugged, leaning in to her hip a little.

Admittedly Tina had totally forgotten about her uniform size. Honestly, it had been a miracle she even read enough of the contract to sign it in the first place, and there was absolutely nothing worth remembering on it, was there? It felt like admitting James was smarter than he looked though, so she did her best to swerve the explanation back to where she wanted it. “That’s a dreadfully boring answer. I take back my previous statement, I don’t think you’re very clever at all.” Tina took another tiny step forward and let out a little huff, followed closely by a pout of her lower lip.

Oh, but then he just had to go and throw her off her rhythm again! Why would he have any reason to look at her intently? Of course the simple reason could just be that she demanded attention. Not just from James, but from everyone. And staring was totally attention. Again though, that seemed like a boring answer that wouldn’t lead anywhere. Her eyes fluttered away for a moment. Maybe she could play coy. It was better than laughing, which she wanted to do right now. “Hmm… Well, you know, sir… When someone, like… likes someone they might look at them very closely.” Tina buried the urge to reach out her hand by holding them behind her back. “And… I think you like me. What with how much you love teasing me and all.”

Hmm, I guess she did. It made James wonder if he should be happy with the comparison or not, then again. He wasn’t her aunt Mary, so it didn’t matter in the end. The next line didn’t sit well with him, yet it was something he had said too often when he found himself in trouble. When he got hit a bit too much or when he woke up after beaten unconscious. I’m still alive after all. “Such a good thing you are alive Tina-” He almost felt tempted to add the line: ‘Who else would make up our beds’ but refrained, he wanted to play her game and he couldn’t play the game well if she were to get angry with him. Her feelings shifted like a sudden storm at sea, so he had to be careful with what he would say. Especially because she could use her anger as yet another excuse to run away from the situation. He didn’t want that.

It seemed like Tina had found her confidence again, so this would end up to be a game of cat and mouse. His flirtation had to be as vague as possible, enough to keep this tiny act going, but not over the top to make her realize what it was that he had been feeling for her. Unlike Tina, James didn’t crave attention, and it wasn’t like he didn’t attract people before. The only difference was that James wouldn’t settle for them, they were too kind, too naive too sweet too…normal? boring even. Tina was fresh, she was playful and a tease. She was insecure, yet exciting, dangerous yet alluring. She wasn’t like everyone else, James just happened to realize this before Peter did.

Sadly, truly, considering Peter had known her far longer than James did. If he was Peter he would have settled for Tina a long time ago.

I wouldn’t blame you. “That’s because you cannot blame me, Tina, you like the flattery. I know you do. It’s why you tease Smee so often.” He smirked. “But it isn’t that usual you try this with me. Why the sudden change?”

“Is it boring? Or does my answer not satisfy your needs.” He laughed. “Well if I recall you did call me stupid. My stupidity seems to be rather boundless.” He placed a hand next to her, keeping a distance between her and the wall.

And then he laughed, a wholehearted laugh. He removed her hand and placed it against his lips as if it could prevent him from the laugh escaping his lips. “I like every one of my staff, one more than the other.” He smiled before placing a piece of hair back behind her ear.

“But if I like you- that I’ll leave up to your imagination.” He grinned

Peter had crashed extremely hard thanks to the sugar rush he received after eating more than his fair share of candy at the Halloween party. He woke up in someone’s backyard, completely disoriented, but had laughed it off, emptied his pockets full of candy wrappers on the grass, and made his way back toward the Neverland Hotel.

It was suspiciously quiet, and when Peter saw Tina wasn’t at the front desk as usual, he went looking for her. He peered into one room after the next, finally locating her. Unfortunately, Hook was there too, looming over her in what could only be a menacing way. Without thinking, Peter gave out a sharp yelp of, “HEY!” and dashed forward, planting himself between them. He placed his hands on Hook’s chest, pushing him back, before holding his arms out to the side, shielding Tina with his body.

“What do you think you’re doing, you bastard?! Don’t touch her!”

He was probably thinking of doing something nefarious to Tina … what, exactly, Peter had no idea, but it was sure to be something bad! Being so convinced that Hook was the enemy, Peter couldn’t think of any other thing the man might’ve been doing. Besides, it was nice to think he was acting as Tina’s knight in shining armor, saving her from the evil dragon or something.

Tina wasn’t really sure what she was about to do next. She hadn’t expected James to place his hand on the wall beside her head, nor had she expected him to move her hair behind her ear. Nothing like that ever happened when she flirted with Smee.

Peter’s voice shattered the tension like a brick through a window. The timing was lucky to say the least, because Tina was about one second away from putting her foot in her mouth and regretting all of her life choices. Actually, for a short moment she was regretting her choices, because she didn’t think Peter catch her flirting with the enemy. She looked not unlike a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and took a deliberate step backwards out of James’ reach. One hundred excuses flew through her head in that instance.

But then it seemed Peter was none the wiser to Tina’s part in the situation. He had come to the rescue, and pushed Hook out of her way. Thank the Lord! He stood squarely in front of her, arms outstretched, to protect her. It took everything in her power not to burst in to a fit of giggles. (If she laughed, surely Peter would guess that she had been up to mischief.) She stared at Peter in awe but kept her mouth tightly shut.

It could only be called a blessing to Tina for Peter to show up in that very moment because you see if he hadn’t and it had been a few moments later he might have done something he would have regretted. The loud hey echoed through the hall, and if he wasn’t too focussed on this little play, he would have given a sigh of relief.

What are you doing bastard?

He could play the villain if he had to. “Of course I am discussing something with Tina. But I’m sure she will be happy that her knight showed up.” He couldn’t contain the tiny wink he gave Tina. Because James wasn’t an idiot he knew Tina liked Peter. But since they both wanted him to be a villain he’d make that matter clear to Peter, and give the hero a little villainous warning.

“You know your royal knight, the damsel in distress can get awfully mistaken with that courageous act of yours.” He looked at Tina with a glare. “Then again she likes to play with fire at times, maybe it’s only a matter of time before she burns herself with it.” He gave both of them a bow.

“And that includes our little Halloween play, though I have to admit Peter would make a nice addition to it, right Tina?” He knew that if she would deny it he wouldn’t be as nice as he was being now.

Peter had no idea what was going on, but Hook’s voice grated his nerves no matter what the guy had to say. It was his natural inclination to simply tune the man out whenever he spoke, but he tried to concentrate now, if only so he could be indignant and insulting about whatever Hook said.

“Fire? Play? What are you talking about?” Peter frowned in confusion, lowering his arms now that Hook didn’t seem to be threatening Tina anymore. Then again, those words did still seem like a threat.

“Tina’s not going to burn herself! I won’t let her! So you can put out whatever fire you’re talking about and go away!” Peter set his hands on his hips, tilting his chin up defiantly, like a little kid would. He did like being called a knight; it reminded him of the times he played the courageous hero in the woods, though back in those days he spent most of his effort pretending to rescue Wendy from danger. Not that she seemed to appreciate it. Always talking about how a woman doesn’t need to be saved by a man to be valuable or whatever. Peter didn’t get it; he’d just wanted to play a game.

It was frustrating, because it felt like Hook was playing a game he didn’t know the rules to, or know what it was at all. Peter didn’t like not knowing.

Tina caught Hook’s wink and very quickly averted her gaze and tried to avoid his glare as long as she could. She couldn’t have been happier that Peter had showed up when he did, because she hadn’t been sure how much further she could have taken the game before she caved to the pressure and threw a punch, or if James would have done something before her. Of course Tina planned to keep all incriminating evidence to herself - as far as Peter was concerned, this was all Hook’s fault and Tina intended to make him think exactly that.

She bit the nail of her thumb to hide the smile when Peter insisted that she wasn’t going to burn herself, and that he wouldn’t allow it. She totally was, but God she was so happy that Peter thought better of her and seemed to actually care for her safety.

“I don’t even know what he’s talking about Peter,” Tina whispered, stepping closer as if she might be frightened. There was no chance she was pulling a Wendy in this situation. “He’s been talking like that all morning and he won’t leave me alone.”

Tina made sure to shoot Hook a very pointed glare, just out of Peter’s line of sight, at his final suggestion. Tina didn’t want to seem like she had been playing along. It wasn’t her fault things had got out of hand! “Just… shut up already!”

Since she wanted to push the blame on him James decided he would give both of them a warning. “Tina, lying doesn’t suit you but I will say this - if you flirt with Smee once more he will file a complaint against you, you have been warned.” He then moved his head to Peter. “Peter you can make as many assumptions as you want, do know whose place you live in and who can kick you out, you have been slacking work for some time I expect improvements or you will be gone.”

He looked past Tina as if she had poofed away in a cloud of smoke and shook his head. “Play time is over, time for the adults to be adults and the kids to behave.” Oh he was fed up, and if he hadn’t managed to calm himself he had fired Tina on the spot. “Tina, kitchen- unless you feel like you have something better to do than you know where to gather your things and leave this hotel, you will get your last paycheck-” He was no longer playing all right.

“Since I’m your boss I don’t take your words too lightly Miss Bell, I expect you to have at least some sort of respect, or you look for a job elsewhere. I believed next up were tasting our new batter for the cupcakes. I’m sure you can manage that alone?” It came out as a question though it was more a demand.

“I am your boss, so yes, from now on either of you is going to work, or is fired and kicked out. Period.” With that he spun his heal and walked towards his office, slamming the door shut with a loud bang and locked it so no one could see the smile on his face.

So his revenge would come after all.

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Captains/// James Potter x Reader

SUMMARY: When James meets the newest Slytherin Quidditch captain, an instant connection is born. What first starts off as a rivalry soon becomes something more.

WORD COUNT: 4,063

WARNING(S): nothing at all

A/N: I can’t believe I haven’t written this yet?? I feel like this a common trope and I’m just now getting to it. In this one your a Slytherin, I’m sorry if that’s not your house but for the sake of this fic let’s act like it is. I think this is gonna be a good one. Requests are open. Enjoy!

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“Come on guys,” James shouted. He led them onto the field to start practice. He turned around and began to walk backwards. “We’re doing extra drills today, we can’t afford to lose a single game this year.”

When he turned back around, he was nearly knocked to the ground as someone on a broom flew past. He quickly took a step back, looking at the pitch, which should’ve been empty but was instead filled with players from the Slytherin Quidditch team.

“Oi! Watch it,” he shouted. There was the sound of a whistle and someone landed near James.

“That’s it for today1" You took your helmet off, tucking it under your arm and looked at him.

“We were scheduled to practice. You’re taking up our time.”

“Sorry, I had them go a bit longer today. The season’s starting soon. We’re leaving now.” James eyes ran over you. He recognized your face but had never talked to you before. When his eyes found the shining silver Captain’s Badge on your uniform, his eyes met yours.

“So you must be the new Captain.”

You nodded, sticking out your hand. “Yep. I’m (Y/F/N). And you must be James Potter.” He shook your hand. “I look forward to competing against you, we play against each other this Saturday, right? I know you think that your team is wonderful but if I were you, I’d make your team practice a little bit longer because I do not plan on losing this season.” You let go of his hand.

You began to walk off and your teammates followed you. James stared at you, almost transfixed, as you walked away. The way you talked to him made him so pissed that he wanted to give some sort response but he was so shocked he didn’t know what to say. So he just watched.

After that, James seemed to be seeing you every where. He picked your face out from everyone elses when he saw you in the corridors or in class or in the Great Hall. And every time he would stare. He couldn’t help himself. But as soon as you looked his way, he’d pretend he never saw you.

One afternoon, he was in the library with Sirius, Remus, and Peter when he saw you walk up to one of the bookshelves and began looking through books. James sighed. He leaned over to Sirius. “You see that girl over there.” He discreetly pointed towards you. Sirius leaned forward, getting a better look at you. James punched him in the arm. “Don’t stare, she’ll notice.”

Sirius sat back, rubbing his arm. “Yeah I see her. What about her?”

“She’s the new Slytherin captain I was telling you about.”

“Hmm.” Sirius’ eyes trailed back over to you and he smirked. James punched him again. “She’s hot.”

“She is not hot. She’s an arsehole is what she is. Thinks she can just talk to me any kind of way.” He crossed his arms, his eyes fixing on you.

“That doesn’t change the fact that she’s gorgeous. I know you think so too. I’ve seen you staring at her.”

“I don’t stare at her.”

“You’re literally doing it right now.” James realized he was right and tore his eyes away from you. “Why didn’t you say something to her?”

James paused. He still hadn’t managed to figure that out. “I don’t know. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Damn, do you really like her that much?” James quickly looked over at him.

“I don’t like her. At all.”

Sirius looked unconvinced. “Then why haven’t you said a word to her. Scared?”

“That’s ridiculous. You know what? I’m going to say something right now.” Without putting any more thought into it, he got up from the table.

He walked over to you and you turned your head towards him. As soon as your eyes met his he went blank. You stared at him, waiting for him to say something. He stood there looking like he’d say something any second.

You laughed slightly. “Hey James.”

“Hi,” he said, sounding rather angry. “I just came over here to say that we’re going to kick your arse on Saturday." You tilted your head slightly.

“Those are big words for someone who couldn’t even think of something to say the other day.”

“And those are big words for someone who’s just becoming captain. I’ve been captain for three years now.”

“Doesn’t matter if I’ve been captain for an hour, I know how to run a team. And I also know that my team is going to crush yours.” You gave him a smile.

James felt himself at a loss for words. He quickly recovered. “Well, then how about you put your money where your mouth is, huh?”

You crossed your arms. “How would I do that?”

“Whoever loses has to buy the winner butter beer.”

“Really?” He had a confident smirk on his face as if he had finally stumped you.

“Yep.”

“Fine.” You clutched your books close to your chest, turning to leave. You paused for a second, looking back at him. “But if you wanted to take me to Hogsmeade all you had to do was ask.” You walked away without another word. Leaving James staring once more.

“Wait I-I was not asking you to Hogsmeade alright, I...” His voice faded off. You were too far away to even hear him anymore. He sighed.

James couldn’t stop thinking about the match. He wanted nothing more than to just prove you wrong. He imagined the look in your eyes as the game ended and you both hit the ground. The realization that you’d loss.

Then going to Hogsmeade with you and drinking a butter beer with you. There would be a lot of gloating of course but then he’d ease up. Tell you he knew you’d beat him next time. Then you’d spend the rest of the night joking and he’d watch you laugh.

No. He tried to keep that thought away whenever it came up. For now he just had to focus on beating you.

The game was tied, despite his best efforts. James was getting increasingly frustrated. He could feel the adrenaline running through his veins but it wasn’t nearly enough. He yelled at his teammates to pass him the ball each time Gryffindor was in possession.

“Come on,” he said under his breath. He switched directions as a Slytherin grabbed the ball and flew towards the Gryffindor goal. He leaned forward, increasing his speed. The Slytherin tossed the ball but James intercepted it before it could get close.

He raced back down the pitch, weaving through the other team’s players and dodging Bludgers. He was so close now that he could see the look in your faced. You looked amused. He hoped you could see his too as his lips curled into a smirk.

The only thing standing between him and the goal was you.

James threw the ball as hard as he could and he was sure he’d make it. But at the last minute you swerved around to the right hoop and swatted the ball away. Someone on your team caught it and took off towards the goals on the opposite side of the field.

James and you made eye contact for just a moment. James couldn’t stand how confident you looked but he couldn’t spend too much time looking at you. He had to get that Quaffle.

By the time he was flying towards the Chaser, the Chaser was already throwing the Quaffle. And it made it through the goal. James heart sunk for a moment.

He quickly regained his composure. He couldn’t stop now. There was still a chance to win. “Pass me the ball,” he shouted, holding his hand out. Whoever had the Quaffle tossed it to him. He tucked it under his arm, trying to go as quickly as his broom could carry him.

But it was too late. He heard a loud whistle blow and knew someone had caught the Snitch. He turned, trying to see who it was. He hoped it was a Gryffindor but quickly his eyes landed on a Slytherin with his hand raised in the air, the Golden Snitch glinted in the sunlight.

James sighed, diving towards the ground. He landed and began to look around the field for you. He saw you standing there with your other teammates. They were hugging and congratulating each other. Suddenly, you turned your head in his direction. You smiled and despite his best efforts, James couldn’t help but smile too.

You walked over, your head held high. “I won.”

“I know.”

“Which means you owe me a butter beer.”

“Don’t you have a Slytherin victory party to go to.” You looked over your shoulder at your team.

“I’m not fond of Slytherin parties. I only go if I have nothing better to do and I’d much rather be rubbing my victory in your face.”

"Fine then, let’s go.”

Suddenly, James couldn’t even remember what he’d said. All he knew was it must’ve been funny. You had your head thrown back in laughter and it was quite honestly one of the best things he had ever seen.

He was trying not the think about your laugh but he realized that his only other options were noticing how beautiful your smile was or how much he loved the look in your eyes. He knew he definitely shouldn’t be thinking about any of those things but there he was. Practically drooling.

You finally stopped laughing and leaned forward to take a sip out of your butter beer. You leaned back in your seat and looked up at him. “Stop staring.”

James ran his hands through his hair. “Sorry...I just...sorry. You were really great tonight.”

“I know,” you said with a smile. “And although you didn’t win, you weren’t so bad yourself.” James laughed and stared down at his butterbeer. “Maybe you’ll beat us next time.” He looked up at you and you shot him a confident smile. He watched as you finished the last of your butterbeer before standing up. “I better be off now but I do look forward to playing you again.”

You stuck out your hand for him to shake and he paused. He really didn’t want you to leave but he couldn’t seem to find an excuse to get you to stay. So he just took your hand and shook it. “I look forward to beating you.” You let out another laugh.

“Goodbye, Potter.” You turned to leave and although, you didn’t look back at him, you could feel his eyes on you.

You were wrapping up practice, dismissing your team and waiting for him to come down from the stands. You’d seen him while you’d been practicing and at first you weren’t sure but the longer practice went on, the more you could feel James Potter’s eyes on you. You turned around and saw him walking across the pitch towards you with his broom in hand.

“Are you stalking me now?” He rolled his eyes but he was still smiling so you could tell it was only pretend.

“I came here to clear my mind and then I saw that your team was taking up the pitch as per usual so I decided to sit in the stands and study your team, learn their weaknesses.” You burst out laughing and he just watched you. “I also wanted to talk to you about something.

You lowered your eyebrows in confusion. “What could you possibly want to talk to me about?”

“Your match against Ravenclaw is this weekend right?” You nodded. “Well, I was thinking, how about we go for a butterbeer that Friday just for good luck. We can hang out, talk about your strategy, and-”

“You’re asking me on a date,” you interrupted. His eyes widened slightly and he ran his hand through his hair, already losing his cool.

“I am not asking you on a date.” You gave him a disbelieving look. “I am not.” He gave you an angry look and his eyes drifted around the pitch for a moment before meeting yours again. “Listen, do you want to go or not?”

“Fine, I’ll go. But no funny business.”

“I would never.” You smiled at him.

“Good luck clearing your mind.” You turned before he could even reply and began to walk away.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. But you definitely couldn’t hear him. He watched you as you walked away. He knew that that exchange with you, wasn’t going to help clear his mind. He wanted to come here to get you off his mind but the way you smiled at him didn’t help at all.

You’d been there for awhile now and still hadn’t finished your butterbeer. You had gotten so distracted talking to James that you hadn’t even bothered. The more you spent time with him (and it felt like lately you were spending a lot of time with him), the less insufferable he was. You actually sort of enjoyed being around him.

He was really funny, especially when he was trying to act cool. Trying and failing. And he was sort of handsome, his hair was gorgeous and you wondered how it would feel to have your hands in it. And there was his perfectly white smile against his pink tinted lips. And finally, there was the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

You were drinking your butterbeer when you looked up and saw him looking at you in that way and your heart skipped a beat slightly. You choked on your butterbeer and started coughing. James hand shot forward onto your shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?” Once you were finally done coughing, you looked up at him. He gave you a concerned smile. “Are you okay?” The way he looked at you made you slightly nervous.

You stood up from your seat. “I should go.”

He stood up as well, giving you an odd look. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, um, I’ll see you later though. Bye.” You quickly exited the booth and he did the same, following you. “Aren’t you going to finish your butterbeer?”

“No, it’s no big deal, I’ll just walk you back.” You didn’t look back at him as you continued on towards the door.

“I don’t need you to walk me back.”

“I know you don’t need me to but I want to.” As soon as you were outside in the cold night air, he caught up to you. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you lied. You crossed your arms, trying to conserve heat.

James looked down at you with an eyebrow cocked. “Yes you are. Why didn’t you bring a jacket?” You shrugged. James began to take off his jacket and you turned around.

“What are you doing?”

“Here.” He pulled his jacket onto your shoulders and he paused slightly, his hands lingering on your shoulders. You knew it was coming before it happened. You knew you should’ve to pulled away before he could do it but some part of you was just waiting for it.

He leaned down to kiss you and you leaned into him and for just a moment you forgot that you shouldn’t be kissing him. You were just enjoying it so much. When he pulled away from you, he was just looking into your eyes and smiling gently.

You looked at him with a stunned expression. “What was that for?”

“Good luck on your match tomorrow?” You sighed, trying not to laugh.

“You shouldn’t have done that. We’re opposing captains, this’ll mess everything up.”

“You can’t be serious.” James rolled his eyes. “Who cares?”

“I care! If my team finds out they’ll think I’m becoming weak and it’ll change the way we play against each other. You’ll start going easy on me and it’ll just be a whole mess.”

“Trust me, I definitely won’t be going easier on you. All I want to do is beat you at Quidditch..” His eyes moved down to your lips. “And maybe kiss you some more.” You looked down at his lips just as he bit down on his bottom lip. You sighed, leaning forward slightly.

“James.” His eyes met yours. “No one can know, especially neither of our teams. If anyone finds out, everything’ll be ruined.”

“Okay, no one will f-” Before he could even finish his sentence you launched yourself at him. Your lips landed on his and he wrapped his arm around your waist trying to pull you against him. Your hands ran up and gripped his hair. It felt just as nice as you’d imagined.

You knew you were going to be late but some part of you really didn’t care. Months had passed and you were constantly trying to be very careful about people finding out even though James didn’t particularly care. You waited until all of his roommates had left before you snuck into his room.

As soon as you were there, he couldn’t get his hands off of you. You rarely ever got to spend that much time alone so when you did, you both took full advantage of it. Which was wonderful but you had a Quidditch match to get to and you were definitely going to be late.

“James,” you mumbled, pulling away from the kiss. “I have to go.” He groaned. He tried kissing you again but you sat up.

“Come on, stay just a little longer.” You stood up, grabbing your uniform. He reached for your arm and when you pulled away before he could reach you, he sighed.

“I can’t, at this rate I’ll have to run to the pitch.” You grabbed your broom and turned back around towards him. He stepped forward and you fixed his hair.

“You’re coming today right?”

“Of course, I would never miss a chance to watch my girlfriend kick ass.” You raised your eyebrow. He’d never called you that before and you didn’t really know how to react.

“Um...good...great. I’ll see you afterwards then.”

“Yeah, uh before you go. You left your tie here the other day.” He held out your tie to you and you took it. Quickly, you grabbed his wrist and tied the tie around it. When you were done, he stared down at it with a smile.

“I’ll se you later, okay?” He was leaning down to kiss you but at the last moment you turned your head so he kissed you on the cheek. Before he could say anything else you said “bye” and headed for the door.

You were attempting to focus on the game but all you could think about was what James said earlier. Girlfriend. You hadn’t expected it and although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it made you feel...weird.

You were his girlfriend, by every sense of the word but to hear him say it out loud was just something that made you feel awkward. In some way, you wanted to be his girlfriend and you wanted everyone to know that you were his girlfriend but you knew it would make everything different. So it really just couldn't happen.

Your eyes suddenly flitted upward and you saw a Quaffle barreling towards you. You swerved on your broom and knocked it back in the other direction, just in time. The crowd erupted in cheers but you could especially hear James’ voice from the stands. You tried not to look at him but your eyes briefly traveled to where he was.

He had his fists in the air with the tie still wrapped around his wrist. You smiled. You were about to look away but you really really didn’t want to. Finally, when you managed to turn away your realized that there was a Bludger, just a couple feet away from your face. You dove, barely missing it.

You were about to fly back to your position when another Bludger came flying towards you, knocking into your stomach and sending you flying off the broom. The impact knock all of the wind out of you and you thought you were going to vomit or maybe pass out.

You were in pain all over and you could barely understand what was going on. There were people crowding around you and all of their faces blended together. It felt like they were all talking at once but then there was voice that you could clearly make out over everyone else. “Get out of the way!” The crowd was parted as James shoved past everyone.

“James,” you mumbled.

“I’m right here. Are you okay?” You barely had enough strength to answer and you wanted to tell him the truth but you quickly remember that you were surrounded by all of your teammates.

“I’m fine, Potter. Just get out of my way, I need to go to the Hospital Wing.” You tried to sit up and although your head spun, you managed. However, when you tried to put pressure on your leg while trying to stand up, you winced and nearly crashed back to the ground. You would’ve if James hadn’t caught you.

“It’s alright, I got you. Come on.” He picked you up bride-style and although, you knew how weird it must’ve looked and you so badly wanted to yell at him to put you down, you knew you couldn’t walk on your own and it was incredibly comfortable to just be in his arms so for the moment, you couldn't care less.

Once Madam Pomfrey, was finished examining you, she allowed your teammates to come and visit. This was the exact moment you were hoping to avoid but you knew it had to come sooner or later. They all shuffled in giving you weird looks.

Emma Vanity was the first to speak up. “What is going on with you and James Potter?” She said his name as if that were the most horrific way to end that sentence.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I certainly didn't want anyone to find out this way but I knew I’d have to tell you sooner or later so I suppose, I’ll just keep it very brief. I am...dating James Potter. It’s been going on for quite some time without any of your knowledge. I do want you to know first and foremost that this will certainly not impair my skills as a captain and will not change the fact that I want to kick Gryffindor’s arse every chance I get. My relationship has nothing to do with any of that. Okay?”

Emma raised an eyebrow at you. “In fact, just to prove this, I’ll make sure we work harder than ever. How does an extra practice this week sound, Emma?”

“What?” You crossed your arms.

“That’s what I thought. You can all go now and can you send James in?” You knew he’d waited out in the hallway this entire time and you couldn’t imagine how awkward that must’ve been for him. They all shuffled out of the room and James came in behind them.

“Hey, how do you feel?”

“Better.” He looked nervous like he was afraid you might yell at him and for awhile you had considered it.

“So, before you even say it, I realize I probably shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone but I was just really worried and you looked really hurt so...yeah.” He was talking so quickly that some of his words blended together.

You smiled at him. “At first I was a little mad because I didn’t want everything to come out like this but it’s fine. It had to happen eventually, we couldn’t hide forever and to be honest it felt kinda good. To be protectively wrapped in my boyfriend’s arms. I could definitely get used to that.” His eyebrow raised slightly at the word “boyfriend.”

“ ‘Boyfriend’, huh?” He was smiling proudly, you knew he loved it.

“Yep, it’s got a nice ring to it. James Potter, my boyfriend.” His smile grew and he leaned down to kiss you. “You hear that everyone, James Potter, second best Quidditch captain in this school is my boyfriend,” you said louder. James snickered slightly, making a mental note to prove to you later who the best Quidditch captain really was. For now, he just pulled you into another kiss.

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humansunshineao3 · 5 years

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The City That Never Sleeps

Luke brings Maryse home for the first time

Read on AO3 here

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“I’m fine to drive you home, you don’t have to-”

“Lucian,” Maryse insisted, touching his arm. “I want to come upstairs with you.”

They were standing at Luke’s door after their fifth date, a round of drinks at a fancy wine bar across town. The butterflies in his stomach felt more like fruit bats at this point. Maryse looked a little nervous too, but there was determination in her eyes.

Maryse swallowed hard, eyes darting away. “That is, if you want me to, I can go if you-”

“No, I’d love it.” Luke answered hastily, clearing his throat. “I mean…”

Maryse was giggling a bit, and Luke laughed nervously, patting down his pockets.

“Imagine if I’d just lost my key,” Luke joked, digging it out of his jacket and slotting it in the keyhole.

As they climbed the stairs, Maryse’s hand slipped into Luke’s, her fingers cool against his warm palms. He gave her hand a little squeeze and led her up to his apartment, the butterflies in his stomach growing. Thank God he’d tidied the apartment before he left, he thought, sending a thanks to Simon for that particular suggestion. Even though Simon’s wiggling eyebrows had made Luke scoff at the time, he was thankful for his adoptive son’s devious little mind at times like these.

“How long has it been since you brought someone home?” Maryse asked tentatively as Luke unlocked the door to his apartment.

Luke shrugged, his face hot. “I mean Ollie’s been over to bounce ideas off each other…” He glanced at Maryse, and smiled wryly, “but that’s not what you meant.”

“Nope,” Maryse smiled, her hand sliding across the wall to find the light switch.

“I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend here.” Luke admitted, his eyebrow arching at the look on Maryse’s face.

She was looking at his Clary Wall with an emotion somewhere between shock, wonder and concern. Luke realised, then, that normal thirty-something men didn’t have mindmaps detailing their daughter’s whereabouts, especially not after they’d been found safe and well. With Jonathan still on the loose, though, it just made sense to keep it all up.

“Now I see what you meant when you said you were married to your work,” Maryse teased, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Where’s the couch?”

“Oh, um, I have another chair…”

“You don’t have a couch?” Maryse asked, her eyebrow arching. “Next you’ll be telling me you don’t have a bedframe.”

Luke laughed nervously, scratching his forehead. “Well, funny story…”

“Lucian,” Maryse was using her Mom Voice with her sparkly mischievous eyes, and frankly, it was making Luke squirm. “Tell me you have an adult bed.”

“It’s technically more of a futon,” Luke explained, and Maryse laughed, taking his hand once more.

“Okay, we’re getting you a bedframe.”

“Now? It’s 11pm,” Luke pointed out, glancing up at the clock.

Maryse shrugged, tugging him towards the front door. “We’re in New York, aren’t we? The city that never sleeps?”

Luke smirked, letting her pull him back down the stairs once he’d locked up again. “Alright, if you can find a furniture store open at 11pm, I will buy whatever bed you want.”

“Don’t give me that kind of power, I could make you buy a bunk bed.” Maryse teased, her eyes on her phone. When they reached the sidewalk, she turned her phone to show him the website of a furniture store down near Magnus’ loft. Up at the top of the page, in big bold letters, were the words ‘open 24/7’, and Luke groaned.

“Please don’t make me buy a bunk bed,” he begged as he flagged down a cab.

Maryse grinned at him, her eyes crinkling. “I think it’s in my best interest to choose something nice.”

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“You sure have expensive taste, huh,” Luke chuckled, letting Maryse pull him over to the luxury section. There was absolutely no-one else in the shop except for the salesperson, who was wisely giving the couple space to browse.

“It’s a lifetime investment,” Maryse shrugged, “every grown-up needs a decent bed.”

“Says the one who slept on Institute beds until recently.”

“Oh, I insisted on having my own bed in New York, I paid Ragnor Fell to help me portal it to Alicante,” Maryse admitted, “I couldn’t deal with those lumpy mattresses any longer. Robert said…” Her face went a little sour, and she cut herself off. “Never mind.”

Luke squeezed her hand, bringing it up to his face to kiss her knuckles. “I have one question for you.”

“Hmm?” Maryse asked apprehensively.

“Do you think it’s acceptable for a grown man to have a bed with drawers underneath?”

Maryse bit her lip to hide a smile, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Drawers are allowed, they’re a smart storage solution. A grown man loves smart storage solutions.”

“Remind me to keep you out of my kitchen for a couple of weeks,” Luke grimaced, which made Maryse laugh, pulling him along to look at the beds. “How about this one?” They stopped in front of a kingsize bed with a simple wooden slatted headboard.

“I have a feeling you’ll want a padded headboard,” Maryse shrugged, continuing down the aisle. “More comfortable to sit up and read in bed that way. And I figure you like to bring your work home with you.”

Luke nodded, impressed. “You really do think of everything, huh?”

“I recognise your work ethic,” Maryse replied, “it’s one of the things I like most about you.” It was out of her mouth before she could think twice about it, and she almost regretted it for a moment before she saw the way that it made Luke light up.

“How about this one?” Luke asked, too shy to respond to her compliment. He was an alpha and a detective, and he’d known Maryse for most of his life, and yes, he’d flirted first, but he’d never in a million years expected her to be interested. Honestly, he thought their first date was going to be awkward and stilted, but they’d ended up tipsy and giggling in a quiet corner of the Hunter’s Moon, both of them blushing with the weight of Alec and Magnus’ furtive glances from across the room. It was the most fun Luke had had in years, and then Maryse kissed him in the back of the cab on the way home and it had ignited these fluttering feelings deep in his gut that he hadn’t experienced in decades.

“Looks good,” Maryse agreed. She steeled herself for a moment, letting go of Luke’s hand to walk around the bed. “We should try it out.”

“Yeah, probably,” Luke said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and bouncing a little. “It feels good.

Maryse laughed, smoothing down her dress as she lay down on her back. “Anyone would think you were scared to touch me,” she accused playfully, patting the bed next to her.

“Not scared,” Luke grumbled, scratching the back of his neck as he moved to lie beside her. “Just… I don’t wanna be that guy who pushes you into uncomfortable situations.”

Maryse turned over onto her side, her hand under her face. She was still fully made up, in her fancy date dress, and she looked painfully gorgeous. Luke turned over to face her, too. “Are you uncomfortable?” She asked, her eyebrow arched.

“Well, this mattress is a little hard…” Luke smirked, glancing away and then back at her. “But no. Nervous, maybe…”

“I make you nervous?” Maryse looked all too pleased to hear that, and Luke huffed.

“You hadn’t noticed?”

“Well…” Maryse giggled, shifting a tiny bit closer. “Maybe a little.”

Luke groaned, covering his face. “It’s ridiculous, I feel like a teenager.”

“Me too,” Maryse confessed, biting her lip. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel so… Silly, irrational…”

“Giddy,” Luke added, and Maryse nodded.

“Exactly.”

Luke reached out to take her hand. “That’s what I like most about you. Of all the things I ever expected to learn about you, Maryse Lightwood, I never expected to find out that you’re secretly a lot of fun.”

“I’ve worked very hard to keep that secret,” Maryse tutted, her thumb smoothing over the back of his hand. “Don’t go telling anyone.”

“Cross my heart,” Luke smiled.

“Erm, sorry to interrupt…”

Maryse and Luke both sat up at the nasally sound of the salesperson’s voice.

“Are you planning to buy this bed?”

Luke looked at Maryse questioningly, and she shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, I think I am,” he answered, getting up to dig his wallet out of his back pocket. "It's a lifetime investment, so I thought I'd better be sure."

Maryse giggled, pressing her fingers to her mouth.

#shadowhunters fanfiction #luke garroway #maryse lightwood #lukemaryse #canon verse #writing #good to reblog

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thequeenofadream · 5 years

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Here comes a thought (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

Summary: you get stressed and caught up for an assortment of reasons which just seem to worsen one another’s condition, but have no fear for your boyfriend, joe mazzello, is here.

Words: 2,577

Notes: INSECURITIES MENTIONED. a few swear words or like one???? angst gets hit by fluff train

A/N: if you don’t know why september plays, watch night at the museum one. wink wink anyways hope you guys like this :) <3 also if this flops u never saw me

🎆 tagging: @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things

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You’re ugly.

Nobody likes you.

You will never amount to anything.

Burnout? Is that what it was called? You didn’t really care. You just knew you were tired and that was causing a long list of other problems. Your lack of interest in work made you question your whole life. You thought you couldn’t spend your life in an office cubicle so you impulsively quit. You didn’t think it through though, because you were now faced with the question “What now?”. As you thought back about your whole life, you realised that everything in your life has been a lie. You questioned the authenticity of reality itself. You started noticing every flaw within yourself and hated yourself for them.

It had been a week now and you just haven’t left yours and Joe’s shared apartment. He was off being John Deacon and thinking you were a burden upon everyone you hadn’t bothered to contact him. You only went out to buy food and that was it. You constantly felt like you conscious, but unconscious. It was as if you were living, but only for the purpose of living. You didn’t really pay much attention to how much you were spending, how you looked, etc. All you did was mindlessly browse the internet and sleep.

You were lost to say the least, but your boyfriend was about to change that in a second.

“Y/N!”

Joe burst into the apartment. He felt an eerie presence, not a scary one, but a sad one. It was as if he had just walked into a colourless room. He quickly hurried into your room to see you sleeping on the right side at 5 pm. He sat beside you patting your back. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew something was. He decided not to wake you up and lie down next to you, hugging you tightly. He slowly fell asleep, as you smiled faintly, feeling his touch.

When you had woken up an hour later, you found yourself between Joe’s arms. You don’t remember how he had got there, but you were glad to see a familiar face. Joe’s eyes then fluttered open seeing you staring at him.

“Hmm, staring are we?” He smirked sleepily. You shook your head, giggling. He had ruined the domestic moment.

“What are you doing back so early?” You yawned lazily.

“Well we got a two week break due to some directorial problems. I got here as soon as possible.” He smiled.

“Onto the bigger problem, what happened to you?” He gestured to your gloomy demeanor. You sighed. You were wearing one of his old T-shirts and some shorts which was a pretty normal look if it weren’t for the mysterious stains, dark eyebags and bloodshot eyes.

“I’m just not feeling well.”

“Like you’re sick?”

“Like I feel uninspired and unmotivated to do anything. I quit my job, because I felt like I wasn’t using my full potential, but now I realise I don’t even have potential.” You buried your hands in your face, feeling like an utter failure.

“Hey, don’t say that.” He said holding you closer.

“You’re an amazing person, with amazing qualities and amazing looks and you will wow the world with your amazing ways.”

You smiled weakly at his attempt to make you feel better, but you couldn’t help but still feel like shit.

“In fact, I’m going to show you right now.” He said, breaking the embrace and getting up from the bed. You whimpered and the sudden loss of contact and couldn’t bother to see where he was heading off to. You heard the sudden sound of water rushing down in the bathtub and finally decided to get up. You saw Joe filling up the tub with water and grabbing a random bath bomb from your drawer and throwing it in.

“What are you doing?” You asked, peeking through the door frame.

“Well, you are going to be taking a bath in this lovely concoction, while i’ll be off doing something secret. Don’t even think of protesting, because I already threw in the bath bomb.” He said. You sighed and gave in. Joe left the bathroom so you could have some privacy, but you left the door unlocked.

About a hour and thirty minutes in, you were feeling lovely jasmine oils drift you away to a place so calming. You must’ve drifted asleep for most of it though as you had lost track of time. You heard a knock and the door and told Joe he could come in.

“So how is it?” He strode in, looking proud.

“Fine, I wish you were here though.” You winked.

“Oh well, I’ve been up to something far more important.” He grinned mischievously. You raised an eyebrow wondering what he was up to this time.

“And when will the far more important something be revealed?” You rolled your eyes. You were truly curious to see what else he had up his sleeve. He kneeled down and met your eyes. His hazel eyes were mesmerizing and brought a sense of relief to you, a sense of home. He leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Once you’re done here.”

He then stood up as you sighed annoyed by his ‘secrets’.

“Wear something kinda fancy, but not lady gaga fancy, but like still fancy to the point that you’ll feel goo-”

“Got it Joe, wear something I like.” You laughed at his attempt to describe the dress code. It was his turn to roll his eyes as he exited the bathroom. You decided you couldn’t wait any longer so you washed off and dried off. You decided to get pretty extra in an red dress that was stunning to say the least. You brushed your hair slightly looked at the mirror. This was the best you were going to look. You shrugged it off and went out the door.

The scent of lavender fill the air. Scented candles had been light around the whole apartment. It was a romantic sight. Suddenly, a wild white button down and tie wearing Lucy appeared out of nowhere.

You had met Joe’s friends on numerous occasion, enough occasions that you had become friends with them.

“Hello, Miss (L/N), is it? Your date is waiting for you.” She said cheekily. She was your only girl friend in the borhap group so you both were pretty close. She was like the Ben Hardy to your Joe Mazzello.

You giggled at her appearance, most importantly hee fake moustache.

“Shh, don't worry it’s me (Y/N)” She whispered, trying not to let out a laugh as you did.

She held her arm out and you obliged happily. It was ridiculous, but it was making you feel somewhat better. You both skipped into the dining area whilst making jokes to see Joe waiting for you on one side of the table.

Lucy let go of you and you walked to sit beside Joe. Joe looked at you in awe. I mean you were beautiful no matter what, but seeing you happy and confident sparked a certain flame inside of him. You looked at him as well and he was astonishing as all ways.

“Let me just get your waiter.”

Lucy walked into the kitchen and gave you and Joe some private time. You couldn't hold it in and let out your laughs.

“Okay, Joe what have you done.” You said in between laughs. He smiled finally seeing you enjoy yourself.

“I told you I was going to prove to you that you are amazing. Anyways everyone was somewhat in the area.“

You heart melted. You didn't realise that he cared that much, which only made you fall for him deeper. Ben walked out with a piece of paper and two glasses of water. He had the same attire, except he wore a black vest.

He walked to you and handed you the so called ‘menu’. Written on it was “the (Y/N) special” and that was it. You looked to Joe in confusion; His only response was to take your menu away and hand it over to Ben.

“Well both have one serving of the (Y/N) special.”

Ben nodded taking both menus.

“Ah a fine fine choice. You must be people of fine dining.”

You chuckled lightly at his mannerism. It was quite the sight seeing Ben Hardy as your ‘waitress’. He was gone and you and Joe were alone again.

“So who else have you got under the operation?”

“Well, Gwil is cooking and the rest is a surprise.” He has so many surprises in store for you, you must've lost count. You didn't understand why he was so determined.

“I feel bad, I don't have anything for you and you're the one who came back!” You spoke sadly, your mind starting to linger back to your insecurities.

“Don’t feel bad! I don't need anything or anyone, but you.”

He took your hand in his, and stroked your cheek with his other. His palm rest against your rosy cheeks and you both just stared at one another tenderly. The intimate moment was broken by Ben’s reappearance along with Rami. You both pulled away from each other, seeing what they had in store.

“Here is your dinner.” He laid down two plates of (Y/F/F), one for you and one for Joe. You took a bite and it tasted heavenly. You didn't think the night could get any better, but it tremendously did. You gave Joe a glance to see if he was enjoying and it seemed so. Truth be told, he didn't really care for the food, but it filled you with joy beyond comprehension, so he was ecstatic.

Rami, who was also dressed similarly to Ben, put down a small speaker in between you both.

“Your entertainment for tonight.” He said taking out his phone and pressing the play button.

BA DE YA, SAY DO YOU REMEMBE-

Rami quickly pressed pause, looking slightly flustered. “Oh my god,i’m so sorry.” He said switching the song some ambient fancy restaurant music. Rami shook his head and put his phone back into his pocket.

“Would you like anything else?” Ben asked, trying to forget what had just happened.

“Oh may we also the special dessert?” Joe said taking more bites from his meal. Ben nodded and they both head back into the kitchen. You finished your food almost instantly. It was an absolutely savory delight; You'd have to remember to give your compliments to the chef.

“I quite liked September.” You joked sarcastically, although you would truly get down with it.

“Well we could go dancing later, anything you'd like. I know you say you have two left feet, but I have two right so maybe we could work something out?”

You both laughed, but you knew he was underestimating himself, he was playing as disco deaky after all.

Soon, you both had your desserts and were talking about whatever had come to mind.

“Wait so, you guys visited THE Abbey Road??” You asked in disbelief. It was such an iconic street, of course you were in shock.

“Yeah, I mean Roger did live nearby and we thought we'd take some pictures.” He showed you the pictures on his phone. You saw them the whole cast smiling up at the camera, having fun. You sighed, wishing you were there. You wish you could be with Joe whenever and wherever.

“You guys didn't cause a traffic jam?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Joe furrowed his eyebrows, but smiled.

“Me? Cause a traffic jam for a mere selfie?” He put a hand on his chest dramatically. He couldn't fail to make you laugh, even if he tried.

“No, we ran away very fast.” He said casually.

“That's good, I wouldn't want to see get a single scratch on the love of my life.” You hugged him as he blushed the reddest shade of red. It was that moment that Love of my life came on. You internally thank whoever did that for the change of mood. He pulled away and stood up.

He held out his hand, and you very much took it. You stood up and put your hands around his neck. You both swayed along to the music; you buried head in his chest, taking in his scent. You stayed like that for a few moments in silence.

“(Y/N).” He spoke softly, almostly breathlessly. You looked up at him, you (E/C) into his brown ones.

“I’m sorry I couldn't be there for you, when you felt down.”

Because you don't know what it means to me

“What are you talking about Joe? I was the one who fell. I should've been strong even without you. I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I don't even know why you're doing this.” You looked away, a tear threatening to roll down your cheek.

Love of my life, don't leave me

“It's not your fault. Sometimes we fall, sometimes we peak. It's a normal thing. You're there for me at my worst, my best and my in between. It only makes sense that I’m there for you as well. You have the beauty of a goddess and your presence just fills me with so muchhappiness. You light up my whole world and nothing else can quite do it like you. You've given all the support one can give and I don't know who else would do that for me for 6 years. You're the kindest, smartest and most beautiful person I've ever met. You're the love of my life.”

When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you, I still love you

“You mean it?” You ask looking up, tears running down your cheek like a waterfall.

“Yes and I know I don't have a ring and this isn't the grandest gesture and this isn't even part of the plan, but I need you to know that I want to grow old with you, I want to buy a house with you, I want to wake up next to you every single day.” He paused.

“I want to marry you.”

You could barely get anything out. You were sobbing, but at this point you didn't care if you were ugly crying or if you were overreacting. Someone cares about you enough to want to spend his life with you. He spoke from his heart and it touched yours in a way no one else ever could.

“I want to marry you too.”

Love of my life, Love of my life

You close the gap between the both of you. Your kiss is long and sweet considering you both had tears of joy streaming down your face. You couldn't explain the joy you felt. It was as if your heart melted a million times over. You felt like you finally had someone to lean on, somehow you could wholeheartedly give your heart to. All you pain and insecurities seemed like a distant memory.

You loved him so so much.

You both pulled away to see each other’s puffy red faces. You both laughed at the sight. Two lovers standing in front of each other, crying an absolute storm.

“So what now.” Joe snuffed and chuckled all at once.

“You're mine and I’m yours.” You put your palm against his cheek, stroking him lightly. You pulled him closer to you and pressed your lips against his.

You were both happy.

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#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello imagines #bohemian rhapsody cast #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #lucy boynton #queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap cast #here comes a thought

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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do you have a lot of barbecues during the summer? My dad used to all the time when I was a kid, but he’s not into it anymore for some reason. My fam just uses this little kitchen Cuisinart Griddler and a cast iron skillet for stuff like burgers and steaks. Oh, and my dad has a hot dog broiler/roller thing lol. do you plan on going to the movies soon? to see what? My mom and I want to see It Chapter 2 again. do you tie your shoes or just tuck in the laces? I tie them. What is one present you got for your last birthday? A Nintendo Switch with a couple games and a case, some Adidas clothes/shoes/socks/fanny pack/mini backpack, and a weekend getaway. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I really don’t remember.

Do you remember losing your first tooth? Yeah. I was eating an apple, ha. In the summer would u rather have the windows down or the AC on in the car? AC for sure. Having the windows down does nothing for me cause the air blowing in is just hot air. are you itchy anywhere right now? No. Have you ever thrown anything at a moving car? Uh, no. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I go through spurts where I’m obsessed with The Sims. What song makes you laugh when you hear it? Uhh. do you believe in “the one”? I actually thought I found a potential “one” in Ty. Or at least something serious and long-term. Silly me. Do you like maple cookies? I’ve never had one, but I’ve seen them and they look/sound delicious. I love maple donuts, so I imagine I’d love a maple cookie. Have you ever volunteered anywhere? where? Yeah, various places. are you afraid to pop a balloon? I do get a little nervous in anticipation of the POP! Name one person you’d like to see this month. I’ll be seeing one of my aunts that I’m close to soon. How high do you put the volume while using headphones? When listening to ASMR I turn it up all the way, but something else maybe half way or so. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. What would be the worst possible way to be woken up? I don’t enjoy being woken up ever so if someone does they better have a good reason and some coffee, ha. which was better: lion king 1 or lion king 2? Lion King 1. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? No. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. have you ever had a pet rock? No. Do you believe in marriage? I just can’t see myself ever getting married. What word do you say way too much? I know what phrase I say too much, “I don’t know.” What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? Like a Quick Mar/gas station/liquor store type store? I just get a drink, like a Starbucks Doubleshot. I used to get chips all the time, too. are you currently cold? No. It actually feels nice right now, which is shocking. It looks overcast out right now and it’s only 72 F, which is a big drop in temp for us Californians who have been experiencing upper 90s and triple digit temps. do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? Yes. what is a creative way to paint your nails? I wouldn’t know, I suck at painting them just the basic way. I tried dabbling in nail art stuff a few years ago, but I sucked. does your computer have built in speakers or do you have some plugged in? They’re built in. bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I liked playing with chalk as a kid. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. what colour is your alarm clock? I use my phone, which is coral. what brand is your TV? Insignia. are you proud of your body? Nooope. Watermelon or Cherries? Watermelon. What is your all time favourite song? I have too many, I couldn’t pick just one. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows and movies. Eric Northman, playing by Alexander Skarsgard, for example. That character first introduced me to Alex. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? I don’t think there’s been one in particular. how much effort do you put into how you look? Not much at all. :/ Favourite brand of cookies? Oreos and Keeblers. what would you do if you found out your mother had killed someone? Wowwwww. That would be.....wow. I don’t even know. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? Lucille Ball. Do you pay for your own things? Some things, not everything. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? Yes. Do you think the world is getting worse every year? I think we’re just more aware. Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Yes, a few. Have you ever gone a day without eating? Yeah. I’ve gone days. How do YOU believe the world & universe started? I believe in God and that He created the world and everything in it. What was the topic of the last essay you wrote? I don’t remember. That was almost 5 years ago. how old were you when you discovered what sex was? I remember making my Barbies do what I thought sex was haha. Do you wish you had smaller feet? No, they’re already pretty small. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? EW NO. I hate when people do that, it’s SO disgusting. Throw it away it’s really not that hard. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? I don’t use a cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? They don’t know I’ve smoked weed a few times. Doesn’t sound like a big deal to most, but I don’t know I just haven’t told them. Who is the best cook in your house? My parents and brother are all good cooks. They each have their specialties. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yeah. Do you have a ‘prized possession’? My laptop. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I’ve felt that way in some friendships. How many dryer sheets do you put in a load of laundry? I don’t do the laundry. Recommend a good book to me. I don’t know what you like. What would you consider unforgivable? Someone murdering someone I love. When you hear someone talking about lice, does your head start itching? Haha yeah. What would be a clever name for a giraffe? Lol I named my giraffe stuffed animals with G names. Like my 4ft giraffe I have is named Gigi, like GG for “giant giraffe.” lol. She’s giant in comparison to the other stuffed animals. Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? No. What’s something you like to do while you’re drunk? I don’t drink anymore. Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything. Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Why not both. Kiss on the neck or kiss on the cheek? Depends who the kiss is coming from. True or False: you this read wrong True. Don’t you hate when you hit your tooth on your cup trying to get a drink? Yes, or a utensil. I do that forks a lot for some reason. Which store would you choose to max out a credit card? I don’t want to max out any credit cards. I gotta pay it back, you know. Who has the loudest mouth in your house? My dog? lol. Can you understand shakespear english? Kinda, but I didn’t really enjoy Shakespeare, so I didn’t put a lot of effort into it. Do you usually buy or make your Halloween costumes? I’ve done both. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Not anymore, really. I like getting takeout to just eat at home. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? These past few years. What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? Hmm. I’ve read articles in the past about weird laws each state has, but I can’t think of an example right now. Is your name common? Yeah. If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? I love having a dog. Do you like fried bologna? I’ve never had it fried, but I love bologna sandwiches. How do you act around people you dislike? I’d act civil, but I would probably be short and just keep my distance, not interacting unless I needed to. Do you like decorating rooms or would you rather have someone else do it? Someone else. I’m not creative enough. Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I’d love to go. have you spent money on a game online? Yeah. I’ve bought a few game apps and Sims games. Are you good at making small talk? Nopeee. Has someone ever taken something from you that you could never replace? Yes. Are you a fan of tattoos? I mean, sure. Are you bikini ready? I don’t wear bikinis. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Menstrual cycles were a bitch, but I don’t get them anymore.

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jawsandbones · 6 years

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He thinks they must have been competing with each other to see who could be the first to lure him to the Hanged Man. Isabela tells him of how loud it is, the sound that can drown out every other thought. Merrill tells him of the laughter, the joy of the place. Varric tells him how the ale may not be as good as his wine, but hell, at least it’s alcohol. In the end, they lose to Hawke. All it takes is Ada simply asking him to come. They spoke of how loud the Hanged Man could be, as though they weren’t the loudest parts of it. Still – here he sits, at their table, part of their group and part of their loud.

Fenris holds the mug in his hands, stares at the amber liquid. A gaze that drifts upwards and there’s guts on the ceiling. Best not to think about what might be under his feet. The ale ripples, rolls, waves brought on by Isabela pounding her fists against the table, Aveline’s heavy elbow, and Anders’s restless legs. Ada is explaining something to Merrill, who covers her mouth with her hands and tries to catch the escaping giggles. Ada laughs along with her, pinks flushed with amusement, brushing hair behind her ears. Not unlike a field of wheat, swaying in the breeze, strands curling at her cheek. He looks back towards the ale when she looks at him.

Raising the mug to his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. Bitter, but not wholly unpleasant. It’s never been his alcohol of choice, but the rest seem to have no trouble with it. He finds it suits them, in a way. Rougher and rowdy, unsophisticated and yet palatable to all. Ada rests her elbows on the table, her hands at her cheeks, and a pleased smile on her lips. “Do you like it?” She asks him. Fenris thinks for a moment, shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s not – I can drink it,” he says. He smiles as she throws her head back and laughs.

“That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about it,” she tells him. He shrinks into himself as Isabela throws an arm around his shoulders. She’s grinning as she pulls him very near her, practically knocking their heads together. His hand at her wrist, carefully pulling him off of her. She doesn’t seem to mind, keeping one hand firmly at the top of his head. Bending over, pointing with the other at Hawke.

“Look. You two are our drinkers. We have to test how good this piss really is,” Isabela is saying with glittering eyes, mischief in the grin. “Drinking contest please.” The point is switching from Ada to Fenris, Fenris to Ada, and back again.

“I’m not sure,” Fenris holds the mug a little harder, white knuckles. He still feels it with the wine, even this ale. The feeling of wrong. He is breaking his Master’s rules, disobeying a command, tasting that which a slave should never taste. He found no pleasure in the forbidden, not at first. He needed to be able to run at any moment, and drinking complicated that. Any drink offered could be a trick, a poison, something to slow him, to catch him.

Claiming the mansion gave him the courage to dare. Descending into the wine cellar, fingertips over dusty bottles. Labels upon labels and only one he recognized. The distinct lettering, the symbol of the vineyard. The shape of the bottle, the ornate cork and he knew it was Aggregio. A thing of Magisters and riches. That was tasting freedom. Enjoying easy nights with Hawke and Isabela, together slowly emptying the cellar. Drink after drink and never once had his senses dulled, even if he allowed himself to pass his self-set limit. He assumes it’s because of the lyrium.

Ada slaps her hand down on the table. “I am in,” she says, “as long as someone else is paying.” Both Isabela and Ada turn to look at the end of the table at the same time, and Varric sighs. Both women are batting their eyelashes, giving him flattering smiles. Varric throws up his hands in defeat.

“Fine, fine. I have to admit, I’m a little curious,” he says. Aveline is pinching the bridge of her nose.

“At least I know you won’t be able to move when you’re done. That should keep you out of trouble,” she says.

“And we have Anders if anything goes wrong!” Merrill pipes up.

“That is an absolute waste of magic,” Anders says, “but I suppose someone has to keep you from drinking to death.” Only one left. All eyes on him and Fenris is ready with the ‘no’ on his lips.

“Please? It’ll be fun,” Ada says. All his protests deflate into begrudging agreement, a slow nod. Delighted clapping from Merrill, and Isabela is immediately dragging Varric with her to the bar, using his hard earned coin to buy a few rounds of drinks. Ada, right across the table from him, casts him a dazzling grin as the mugs are put down before them. She reaches for one, raises it.

“A toast, to good company,” she says. Fenris raises his own, taps his against hers. With that, it begins. Closing eyes, head tipped back, gulping it down. There is no taste, not until that satisfied exhale, the slapping of the mug onto the table. She shakes her head, presses a fist against her chest and pounds it there. A single “blech,” and Fenris chuckles. Ada leans forward, eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of him that she can see.

“A chuckle, hmm? Are you feeling it already?” she asks.

“Hardly,” he tells her as he takes the next mug, his eyebrows raised. Lifting the mug in the air, looking down the length of the table. “To Varric’s coin.”

“Hear, hear,” Ada cheers. The toast brings hollering laughter from Isabela, an amused snort from Aveline. Varric simply mocks a bow from where he sits, opens his arms to his adoring fans and basks in their worship. A knock, a splash, a spill, the toast is made and the next drink is downed. There’s pink in Ada’s laughing cheeks now, and oh, how infectious the sound is. The longer they drink, the more ridiculous the toasts become.

“To Merrill’s spotless home,” Ada says.

“To Varric’s stone sense,” Fenris downs the next mug.

“Anders’s secret mastery over the Antivan language.”

“Isabela’s hidden hoard of gold.”

“To Aveline’s curtains matching the drapes,” Isabela cheers, stealing one of the mugs for herself and pounding it back before anyone else can stop her.

“To Hawke’s lovely hair,” Merrill smiles.

“Here’s to hoping I die in the Deep Roads,” Varric says.

“I miss my cat,” Anders sighs.

“Alright, enough!” Aveline says, rising to her feet. Reaching over the table, taking the mugs from Ada’s and Fenris’s hands. Plunking them over at her end of the table, crossing her arms and glaring at the others. “I am not going to be the one telling Hawke’s mother that she drank herself to death. I know the rest of you aren’t going to do it – so, enough.”

“Boo,” Ada drunkenly says as she fakes a pout. Aveline only rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She recruits an unwilling Merrill to help her bring the mugs back to the bar, entrusts Isabela to Anders. She promptly drapes herself over him, digging her chin into his shoulder. Varric stretches back in his seat and yawns.

Fenris slowly leans forward, arms crossing on the table, letting his head rest over them. Closing his eyes, listening to the sounds of the others. They’re so loud, and he smiles. He’s glad he’s a part of it. He feels gentle fingertips on his arm, a tap, a knock, and he raises his head slightly, looks up through the hair that falls gently over his eyes. Ada is mirroring him, arms crossed, chin resting on her wrists, with a grin on her face. “I like you,” she says.

Fenris feels a warmth blooming in his chest, spreading through every inch of him. He returns the grin, and tells her, “I like you too.” They look at each other, ignoring all that’s happening around them. There’s a flush in her cheeks and it might be from all the alcohol, but it might be from something more, and she’s biting her bottom lips. Her fingertips still rest against his arm, and they are points of fire, an ache he doesn’t want to ever stop.

“Fenris, I –” she means to continue, but then she looks at him again, taps his arm twice, “Fenris?” Curled up contently, the smile still on his face, eyes closed and soundly sleeping. “This means I win,” she murmurs, amused.

“Oh great,” Aveline says as she gets back to the table, “I can carry Fenris back to his mansion, but there is no way any of are going to be able to carry Ada.”

“We’ll just bring them too my room. They can sleep it off there. I can sleep in Varric’s room tonight,” Isabela says with a dismissive wave of her hand. Varric’s eyes immediately pop open, and he rolls right into the resigned sigh.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he says.

“Why am I doing this?” Anders asks with a scowl as he bends down, letting Isabela hoist Fenris onto his back.

“Because you’re helpful,” she tells him. Fenris secured, arms around Anders’s neck, he begins his journey to Isabela’s room in the Hanged Man. She whistles as she spins the key ring around her finger, a mocking bow as she opens the door. Anders deposits him quite ungracefully onto the bed, but Fenris only rolls over, fist closing gently over the edge of the pillow.

Meanwhile, Aveline is pulling Ada’s arm over her shoulders. “Come on big girl, I need you to help me out here,” she says. Ada is taller than all the rest of them, solid Ferelden stock through and through. If Aveline is a battering ram, then Ada is the castle walls. Merrill is doing her best at the other side, trying to encourage Ada up, and to lean against Aveline.

“Dun wanna,” Ada slurs, her eyes still closes.

“You gotta,” Aveline growls. With a grunt and groan, she manages to pull her to her feet, and half drag her towards the stairs. Whereas the others are colored by drink, Aveline is red from effort, breathing hard as she drops Ada like a stone onto the bed next to Fenris. Without hesitation, she rolls over and wraps her arms around his waist, buries her face against his back. Isabela claps her hands together, smiles gleefully.

“Oh, I can’t wait for their morning,” she says.

“Right,” Aveline says, tugging Isabela out of the room by the ear. The rest of them follow her dutifully, and leave them be.

He wakes with a groan, presses a hand hard at the space between his brows. His head pounds, drums of a painful beat, and his eyes burn to open. Struggling to rise, and it’s not long before he figures out why. Ada murmurs in her sleep, holds him tighter to her. Fenris looks over his shoulder, sees her deeply passed out. It takes a moment before the events of last night come back to him. The stiff line of his shoulders relaxes, and the smile is slight – one could almost miss it. Fenris stops trying to get up, puts his head back against the pillow and decides that he’s always wanted to try sleeping in. He lets his hand rest over one of hers.

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aggimaginary · 5 years

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The Grinch 2: Happy New Year Chapter 3-An Unusual Friend

In the afternoon, the Grinch and Cindy Lou successfully bought a box of fireworks from the store. They bought Fountain and Peony fireworks. They put the fireworks on a red wagon that Max dragged with behind him.

"Well, we finally bought the fireworks. Now, we have to buy you a new alarm clock," Cindy Lou reminded.

The Grinch chuckled, pulling a list from his pocket, "How could I forget that?" Then, he noticed something from the twins. He reached for the firework before Buster bite it, "No, no, no. Fireworks are not food."

"Wow, you just took care of the twins, you already know how keep them safe," The little girl commented.

"Of course, I do. I don't want kids to get hurt," He answered.

"So…, are you ready to become… a parent?"

"WHAT?! Hey, if this is because your friend told you that I'm gonna your new dad, that's not gonna happen."

"Alright, whatever you say."

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Above a big house, a green portal was opened, and Aggie came out of their with her sled. She fell with her sled, and started to slide down every roof of the town.

"Alright, all I have to do now is to know this town before finding a friendship problem..." Aggie said to herself, until a poster hit her face. Aggie pulled the poster from her face, and read it. "Wow! There's my answer. 'Whoville, the most joyful and friendly town in the world'." Now, the girl became curious. "Hmm, if this is a joyful and friendly town, why the element sent me here?" She then reached for her interdimensional remote control from her bag. "Guess I'm in the wrong world or wrong place…"

But then, her slide became bouncy as she slid from roof to roof, then slid through a window of a house, where she saw two people eating their lunch, "Have a nice lunch!" Aggie said politely. When her sled slid up high on a ramp into the air, she accidentally released the remote from her hand. "OH NO! MY REMOTE!"

When Aggie got separated from her remote, she fell and slid on the streamers, sent into mid-air, and fell again, but this time, she was heading straight towards a green figure, "Watch out below!"

Aggie bumped into the Grinch, knocking him down with her sled, and she was on the other side. The twins just laughed and squealed at the Grinch, while Cindy Lou rushed to help him up.

"Mr. Grinch! Are you okay?" She grabbed his arm to help him up.

Aggie, on the other, was desperate that she lost one of her important things, "No! My remote!"

The Grinch got up from the snow, and grunted, "Why is this always happened to me?" Then, he turned to Aggie angrily, "What is wrong with you? Didn't you see me? That was a sled, and… well, I'll be dead, and you almost hurt the children!"

"I'm sorry for bumping into you, mister, really, but this is really important. Have you seen my remote?" Aggie asked.

"Remote? What remote? If you're looking for a remote for are television or any gadgets, there are some at the Remote store," the Grinch threw the sled on the snow beside Aggie.

"No, you don't understand. This isn't just a remote, this is the remote. The one that I owned," the young woman explained.

"What does it look like, miss?" Cindy Lou asked.

"Well, it's olive green with two buttons, a light blue screen and an antenna, which is used to open a portal through different dimensions."

"Well, I never seen or heard that remote in my life, so my friends and I better go and we'll get out of your hair," the Grinch said as he pushed the baby stroller.

When he stepped into something under the snow, a green energy ray just blasted from it, creating a green portal in front of them. The Grinch and Max were frightened as they took a step back with the stroller where the twins are, and Cindy Lou grabbed tightly around the Grinch.

Aggie recognized that portal as she rushed towards it, "Oh, there it is!" She snatched something under the snow, the remote, and switched it off, closing the portal. "There! That oughta do it!"

The Grinch's fear faded as he stared at the woman with wings, "What was that?"

"That's just a portal. It's like a door to a different dimension," Aggie replied.

"And that you're holding?"

"This is an interdimensional remote control. This device can open portals to any world you want to go in the universe."

The Grinch just froze right there. When he saw that portal, it brought back the memories that he had long forgotten. He never saw that portal for 53 years. Then, when he looked back at the woman, he thought that he knew her before, and he knew that enthusiastic face years ago.

"You look familiar," He almost can't put his finger on. "Have we met before?"

Aggie was quite confuse. For her, she never met this green fellow before, "Huh?"

The Grinch shook his head, "No. Nevermind. You're a girl. You can't be him."

"'Him' who?" Aggie inquired.

"No one. It's not important." The Grinch then noticed the wings that he can't ignore it. "What's with the wings? It's not Halloween, you know."

"Oh, this isn't a costume, mister, I was born with these," Aggie said.

Then, Cindy Lou gasped and impressed, "This means, you're a fairy?"

"Not exactly, little lady. You see, both of my parents or even my families aren't fairies, but I got these when a fairy life was sent to me, and I was born with these."

"Wow! You have wings since birth? Cool. I wish I have a pair of those."

However, the Grinch thought the woman is crazy and what she said is ridiculous, "Ugh. Yes, it's cool, but I still think those wings are fake. But, just to ask, why are you here and what is your purpose?"

Aggie giggled nervously, "Umm, it's a long story and complicated…"

"We've got time."

She started to clear throat to explain a full story, "Okay, well, I'm the leader of the heroic team of the universe. We are called the Imaginary team. We lived in different worlds, and we stayed friends. Our job is to fight crime, and spread love and friendship in the universe by travelling from one world to another. It's like Dimension travel. Now, I came here because I have a mission…"

"What kind of mission?" Cindy Lou inquired.

"A mission that I have to fix. According to my element, right here…," Aggie pointed her element shard on her ID necklace, "When it's blinking, which it was earlier before I got here, that means there's a friendship problem, and it's my duty to solve it."

"So, let me get this straight: you're a young woman with "wings", came from another world because you have some sort of mission." Grinch summarized Aggie's explanation.

Aggie nodded, "Yeah, that's sort of it. A mission about a friendship problem that I have to fix."

"Okay. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life." Then, the Grinch turned to Cindy Lou, "Come on, kid. Let's go before anything crazy might happen."

When the Grinch left with the baby stroller, Cindy Lou started to follow him, not before saying to Aggie, "I hope you'll find what you're looking for around here, miss."

"I hope so, too," Aggie sighed. "I'll see you around, little girl."

"Good-bye," Cindy Lou waved at her.

Then, Max looked back at Aggie before following his master.

"Bye, little doggy," she waved at the dog. When she picked up her sled, it turned back into a wand staff, and put the remote back in her bag. "Well, I sure hope I can find a friendship problem in this town." Aggie walked away to find a problem she has to solve.

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At the clock store, the Grinch, Cindy Lou and Max entered with the twins while talking about Aggie.

"Do you think that woman is lying, don't you?" Cindy Lou asked.

"I never said she was lying," the Grinch replied. "I just don't believe on this 'Dimension travel' and 'many worlds' and stuff."

"Well, I believe that."

"What makes you say that? Have you been travelling to another world or something before?"

"No, but in my Science class, my teacher said that there are more than one world out there. Our world isn't the only one in the whole universe. And besides, that lady doesn't look like a Who. I mean, I never seen her before. It's like she's not from here at all."

"Well, she's only here to solve a friendship problem out there that we didn't even know."

"Okay. So, we have lots of clocks here. Which one do you like?"

When Cindy Lou reminded him about a new alarm clock, the Grinch search for it in ever aisle. Then, he spotted an alarm clock that looks just like his old one. "Hmm… what about this one?" When he took a look at the clock, he played the clock's alarm sounds randomly. Some are happy songs, some are also Christmas songs. "I think this is perfect."

When the Grinch bought the new alarm clock, he put it on the wagon with the boxes of fireworks, and they all headed outside the shop.

"Well, we finally bought what we needed. Can we go back to your house now?" the Grinch, almost feeling tired.

"No! We must get your new alarm clock back to your cave so it would get broken easily," Cindy Lou suggested.

"Y-You mean, in my place?" the Grinch wasn't so sure to go back to his cave with children. His place was quite cold at the afternoon and almost sunset. The kids might be freezing later. "I don't know. What about the babies? They'll get freeze up there, and your mom would very worried about you three."

"Just a short while. Besides, it's 3:30, and the twins can stay warm as long as they wore their winter clothes. We have extra time. And mom wouldn't be home until nine tonight. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaase. Just today," Cindy Lou begged, making a pouty face.

The Grinch still refused with this idea, but when he saw Cindy Lou's big teary cute puppy eyes, he groaned in defeat and said, "Fine. We'll go to my place."

"YAY!" The little girl cheered.

"But only after I'm going to put my alarm clock in my bedroom. And then, we all can go back to your home, got it?" the green fellow added.

"Okay. That's cool," Cindy Lou nodded.

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It's been a long way to walk to Mt. Crumpit as the Grinch, still pushing the baby stroller, Cindy Lou and Max, still dragging the wagon full of boxes of fireworks and an alarm clock, traveled all the way up by just taking a snowy slope path up to the Grinch's cave.

As they travel up the mountain, there was a moderate cold wind blowing at their faces. Feeling concern for the infants, the Grinch checked on Bean and Buster to see if they're still warm, and if their winter clothes are still warming them up. They continued to walk up the mountain, until they reached the Grinch's cave.

When he brought the children and Max inside to keep them warm from the cold breeze, while the Grinch placed his new alarm clock on the drawer in his bedroon, Max and Cindy Lou arranged the fireworks they bought in each boxes so they won't mix up.

Once they're done, they headed outside, and the Grinch locked his door.

"Well, I guess our work here is done," he said, the stretched out his back. "Boy, I've been pushing the baby stroller for a whole day now."

"Is it okay that it's my turn to push the stroller?" Cindy Lou volunteered.

The Grinch chuckled, but didn't want to give the kid a hard time, "Cindy Lou, you're still little to push two babies in a stroller. Are you sure you can do it?"

"Yeah, I can do it," Cindy Lou answered, quite offended. "I've been helping my mother ever since Dad died. I know how to push the stroller, I know how to take care of the twins… They're my brothers, and I love them. I know how to take care of them."

"It's not because I don't trust you. It's because I don't want you to being so hard on yourself."

While his master and his friend are in a conversation, Max just noticed the baby stroller with the twins suddenly started to slide down the snowy slop path. Max barked to warn the Grinch and Cindy Lou about the babies.

"Not now, Max," the Grinch held his hand at his dog.

"Come on, Mr. Grinch. I want to show Mom that I can be a responsible big sister for my brothers. Please!" Cindy Lou made a pouty face again.

The Grinch groaned in frustration as he was defeated again by the little girl's sad face, "Alright, alright! Just don't make that face again!"

"Deal!" Cindy Lou gave him a thumb-up.

But when the two turned around, they realized the baby stroller is gone.

"Umm, where's the stroller?" the Grinch inquired.

Max then barked in respond as he pointed the stroller rolling down slide.

"Oh no! Bean! Buster!" Cindy Lou cried as she ran down the pathway.

The Grinch and Max followed as they ran as fast as they can, hoping to reach for the baby stroller.

"Oh dear. Your mother is gonna hate me for this!" The Grinch shouted in panic.

While the stroller kept on running, the twins were enjoying the ride, and squealed in excitement.

The Grinch, Cindy Lou and Max were just halfway, but they got tired from running and panted heavily.

"Oh, they're now far. We'll never catch them in time," Cindy Lou was devastated in fear for her brothers.

Just then, they heard a reindeer sound from behind them. The three turned around and saw Fred the reindeer with his mate child, happy to see his master again.

"Fred?" the Grinch gasped in disbelief. Sure, the reindeer and his family came to help him yesterday on Christmas, but he didn't expect that the reindeer came to visit him surprisingly.

"Aawwww, you have reindeer?" Cindy Lou rushed towards the reindeer family, and patted the baby reindeer's head.

The Grinch slowly walked towards Fred, and rubbed his muzzle, "You still came back for me." The reindeer then nuzzled closer to his master, "I missed you too, boy," Grinch returned the affection.

Just then, Cindy Lou just realized something as she turned to the Grinch, "I have an idea."

A moment later, Max and the baby reindeer were running together down the snowy slope, while Cindy Lou, who was having fun, rode on the female reindeer, and the Grinch rode on Fred, but he held on tightly so he won't fall.

"HEEEEEEEEELP!" He screamed.

Meanwhile, Aggie was having a hard time, trying to find a friendship problem in Whoville, but she found nothing. Everyone in this town is cheerful and friendly, and no one seemed to have problems with their friends and family.

She was now at the bottom of Mt. Crumpit, just at the end of the snowy slope "Darn it! It's been hours, and I can't find any friendship problem!" She yelled at herself. "Oh, why did my element send me here?" Unfortunately, she didn't notice that a baby stroller is coming straight for her.

At the slope, the reindeer ran as fast as they can for the Grinch, Cindy Lou and Max to reach for the stroller.

It's impossible to reach the stroller in time. Cindy Lou saw Aggie at the bottom of the slope that she didn't notice the stroller behind her.

"Look out, miss!" she called.

Aggie heard that familiar voice as she turned around and saw a baby stroller with two infants coming towards her. She gasped as she thought of something to stop the stroller and save the babies. When she got an idea, she took out her wand staff, pointed in front of her, and recited the spell, "GIANT MARSHMALLOW PILLOW!"

A gigantic marshmallow appeared between the running stroller and Aggie from the wand staff, and the stroller was stopped when it hit the marshmallow. The twins are safe and squealed happily for that fun ride.

Cindy Lou, Max and the reindeer were impressed and amazed when the woman magically made a giant marshmallow to stop the stroller.

"Wow! Is that a big marshmallow?" Cindy Lou hopped off the female reindeer and rushed for Aggie. "Thank you so much for saving my brothers."

"Aww, it was nothing," Aggie said. "Here, have a marshmallow. It's edible, delicious and non-poisonous."

Cindy Lou and the baby reindeer bit on the marshmallow, Max just licked it, and the twins were gnawing at it since they only have buckteeth. When he hopped off of Fred, the Grinch was so amazed by the young woman's magic and how she ever stopped the stroller and saving the twins on her own with a giant marshmallow. He never saw that kind of magic before. He started to believe that this woman indeed from another dimension or world as he slowly approached her.

"That… that was incredible," He said.

Aggie clutched tightly on her wand staff, "Thanks, but it was no big deal."

"It IS a big deal! I mean, you saved the babies, created a giant marshmallow, and you're able to save yourself," the Grinch responded.

"If the little girl didn't warn me, I could be crashed." The young woman replied.

"How did you make this marshmallow, anyway?" Cindy Lou asked.

"It's one of my spells of my magical family heirloom, the wand staff," Aggie explained. "I can summon anything, as long I recite the spell correctly."

"Who are you, exactly?" the Grinch asked.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself," Aggie blushed embarrassingly. "Hi, I'm Aggie, short for Agatha. My full name is Agatha Besares Mondejar Resano Borra Galido. Still just call me Aggie."

"It's really nice to meet you, Aggie. My name is Grinch," He introduced himself. "This is my dog, Max…"

The dog jumped onto Aggie, and licked her happily.

"Whoa! It's nice to meet you, Max," Aggie laughed.

"And this is my friend, Cindy Lou," the Grinch pointed Cindy Lou, who was checking on her brothers.

"And these are my brothers, Bean and Buster," She added.

"Aww, they're so cute!" Aggie adorned the twins' cuteness. Then, she turned to look at the reindeer family, "What about them?"

"Umm, the big reindeer is Fred, and his family," the Grinch explained.

"Aww, so sweet!" Aggie's eyes started to sparkle, "You know, I have a friend name Fred. He was also from another world, just few friends, and I'm one of them."

"That's a coincidence." Grinch chuckled. "So, you really are from another world."

"My family and friends called me 'Magical girl from another dimension!' Aggie made a rainbow with her wand staff, and several cute creatures appeared around her. The rainbow suddenly bursts into flames, and the cute creatures ran away. "That's my title if I'm in different dimensions other than my own."

"So, is your world magical?" Cindy Lou grinned in excitement.

"Umm, no, you see, my world is just as normal as yours here. I was born with wings, and I have no friends at all, because I'm so different. So, my dad invented the remote I brought earlier so I can make new friends in other worlds and dimensions. When I did, I created the Imaginary team so we can always be friends. Once they trained to be a better person, like flying, martial arts and using of powers, my friends shared half of their powers and magic to me, making me the leader. So, I became the most powerful human in my home world," Aggie explained.

"Humans?" The little girl wasn't familiar with that word.

Aggie looked at her suspiciously, "Isn't that what you guys called yourselves?"

"We are called the Whos."

"Okay? Maybe they're still the same."

"So, this means your weren't born powerful or magical? You were given by your friends from other worlds?" Grinch clarified.

"Yep," Aggie replied.

"So, what brings you here quite late, Ms. Aggie? Did you find what you've been looking for?" Cindy Lou questioned.

Aggie sighed sadly, "No. I've searched everywhere. There's no friendship problem in your town. Everyone has no problem with their friends and family. It's so impossible!"

"Maybe you came into the wrong world," the Grinch said.

"That's what I've been thinking, but my element assured that this is the world with a problem," Aggie answered. "I just can't find it yet."

"Maybe you can find it tomorrow. It's getting late."

"Yeah, you're right. It's almost 6:00, anyway."

Cindy Lou's eyes widened, "6:00? We have to go home before mom gets home. She'll be worried if she finds out we're not home."

"You're right! Come on, let's get back to town," the Grinch pulled the baby stroller from the marshmallow, and slowly pushed it towards the town, while Cindy Lou, Max and Aggie followed.

"Bye Fred," Cindy Lou waved goodbye at the reindeer family before walking away.

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When they made it to town, the Grinch just spotted something in the flower shop, and that gave him a generous idea.

"Cindy Lou, watch over your brothers for a moment, Max, keep an eye on the kids, and Aggie… try not to do anything crazy," he said before rushing towards the flower shop.

"He didn't know I'll never do anything crazy," Aggie murmured with her arms crossed.

"Why is he going to the flower shop? Why does he need flowers?" Cindy Lou asked.

"I just met him, so I have no idea." The young woman replied.

A minute later, the Grinch got out of the flower shop with a long box on his hands.

"Okay. Sorry about that, but we're ready to go, and…" Before he could finish his sentence of explanation to Cindy Lou, the Grinch noticed something different about Aggie. "Aggie, are you… floating?"

He noticed that Aggie's feet are no longer on the ground as Cindy Lou and Max turned to see her floating and her wings flapped.

"I'm tired of standing and walking, so I fly a little," Aggie explained.

The Grinch just froze in shock that he saw her fly. He never believed they are real wings at first, but when he saw Aggie flying with his own eyes, he was wrong, "Okay. I guess those wings weren't fake after all."

"Don't worry, I got use to it. New friends said that about me, every time," She said. "Now, are we ready to go or what?"

"I'll push the stroller," Cindy Lou quickly rushed to the stroller, and pushed it carefully, trying not to drop her brothers from it. "Watch out, big sister coming through!"

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