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okay now drunk lenny time 😗 love you x
(Fashionable People, takes place as Midge gets Lenny home from his birthday party in All Hail the Birthday Boy)
Once they’re out of the cab, it is a true adventure getting Lenny into the apartment building. It’s October and weather at night turns cold quickly, but he’s really too drunk to notice, even though Midge is shivering.
Midge coaxes him inside with the promise of not having to wear his tie or shoes anymore, and eventually he’s spread out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling dazedly, as she tugs his shoes off.
“Midge.”
“Yeah?” she asks as she sits next to him on the bed, loosening his tie.
“Midge, how come-” He sits up and looks at her, confused. “How come I got so fucking lucky?”
She laughs softly. “You had a good night, huh?”
“This is prob’ly the best fuckin’ birthday I’ve ever had,” he tells her. “The best. Seriously. All those people, and...you got me cake.”
“What’s a birthday without cake?” Midge asks as she pulls his tie off gently and goes to put it away.
“Midge.”
“Yes, Lenny.”
He watches her as she walks back over to the bed. “I’m thirty-six now.”
“Yes you are,” she says, sitting next to him and tugging his suit jacket off of him.
“That’s old.”
“It’s not that old,” she smiles.
“What do you know, you’re still in your fucking twenties,” he grouses playfully.
Midge laughs and sets the suit jacket on the chair by the bed. “You’re not old.”
“I feel old,” he tells her. “I feel...wise.”
“Wise huh?” she teases. “Okay.”
“No, really. I-” he stops and huffs. “Maybe I really am just fucking drunk.”
She kicks off her heels and curls up on the bed against the pillows, watching him. “Do you know what I think?”
“That I’m a moron?”
“Never a day in my life since I met you,” she tells him. “Except for maybe that one time outside my apartment building when you lost your shoe.”
“My finest hour,” he snorts as he lays back down, letting her stroke his hair. “What do you think?”
“I think,” Midge says. “That you’ve lived a lot of life in a really short time. And that can make you feel old. But I don't think you're old."
"What if I've done all there is to do?" he asks, gazing up at her.
"How many drinks have you had?" Midge asks playfully. "I'm going to make a note of it so I can avoid existential crisis Lenny in the future."
"No, really," he says, sitting up again, turning to look at her. "What if- I mean you're right. I've lived through big, heavy global events. I've had a kid. Had a career. Is there more?"
"There is always more," she smiles. "The world isn't going to stop spinning on its axis any time soon. There will always be more and other and better and worse. That's how life works, I think."
"Now who's the wise one?" he grins.
"Me," Midge grins proudly.
"If the world," he says, flopping back down on the bed yet again. "If the world ended tomorrow, what would you want to do first?"
"You," she jokes.
"No, really," he says seriously, gazing up at her. "World goes boom. Russia gets shitfaced and hits a wrong button, blows us to shit, and then we blow the fuck out of them in turn. What would you wanna do first?"
Midge takes a breath, really thinking that through as she takes his hand. "Kiss my kids. Hug my parents and my brother. Kiss you. Maybe take a pee first. Eat a really, really good slice of honey cake."
"That all sounds nice," Lenny admits. "I'd like most of those things. But I'd want to pee off the top of the Empire State Building."
She blinks and laughs hard, holding her sides.
"If it's my last chance!"
"Lenny," she says through giggles. "That is so stupid."
"It's not!" he cries, laughing too now. "Most people want to jump, I just wanna take a leak with a nice view."
"Sweet relief," Midge quips.
"Exactly." Lenny pauses for a moment. "My answer has changed from what it used to be," he tells her quietly. "It used to be really different."
Midge nods, catching on to what he's saying. "I'm glad."
"Me, too," he nods.
She leans down and kisses his forehead. "I'm gonna get ready for bed."
He nods, and turns to watch her. "Hey."
She turns to him, looking curious.
"I like that you're wearing the ring all the time," he tells her. "The ring I gave you."
Midge looks at him like he's crazy. "Lenny, you gave me an engagement ring, that's what they're for. To wear all the time. To never take off unless under pain of death, or dish duty."
"No, I know," he says. "I just- I like it."
She smiles and shakes her head and goes back to getting out of her dress and undergarments. He falls asleep at some point, but once she's back from doing her nighttime routine in the bathroom, Lenny is standing up, getting ready for bed too.
Midge walks over and wraps her arms around him from behind, breathing in the fresh laundry smell of his undershirt and traces of his aftershave.
"I love you, you know," he tells her conversationally. "Just...if you weren't sure."
"Eh. I was pretty sure," she admits as she tugs him towards the bed. "Confirmation is nice."
"I thought it might be."
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A fine day or night to you, Abella! I found your matchmaking offer, and it piqued my interest so much that I wanted to give it a try!
Well then, for the deals you kindly offer, I'll pick...
Tea Reading
My favorite tea is a lukewarm cup of rose tea.
Animal? A norwegian forest cat! I do have soft spots for fluffy animals other than cats however.
The third question... I would say future.
Good Luck Charm
I choose the hair clip. The style is a ribbon hair clip made from silk or satin, preferably the ribbon's length is medium or long.
Love Fortune
I'm curious of what will the crystal show...
And-- oh! I see you also have some matchup questions for me, let's see...
I am a she/her
My hair is black, and my eyes are also black (very dark brown). And my height is 155cm.
I'd prefer to be matched with a male, thank you very much! I'm demisexual and demiromantic.
I'm in my late teen years.
I'd like empathy in a person, even a little bit is fine. I found it attractive if a person is caring or having wit and intelligence, but those specific traits aren't too necessary to make me fall in love as long as they have other positive traits, and they are accepting or affectionate toward me, those three traits are just a bonus. Oh! And I am attracted to a pair of pretty eyes!
Hydrangea is my favorite, especially blue ones.
Hmm... good question. While I don't mind to be matched with someone cold-hearted or cruel, I don't like someone who likes to hurt or torture others, more so for fun, you can take Cioccolata or J. Geil for example.
An antagonist? I don't mind!
Lastly, if you would be so kind, then Golden Wind/Vento Aureo it is!
Thank you for your kind services, Abella! I'm looking forward for your fortune-telling~♡
Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘
I’m glad I caught your interest in my anime Matchups. It’s nice seeing you in my Matchups. I look forward to writing this. I hope you like your matchup/fic 💗 Your very welcome 😌 you have a fine day/night as well.
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Golden Wind
Upon your first request Abella’s eyes light up. A love fortune will certainly be romantic. To have a potential future lover revealed to you is truly exciting. She has you take a seat on a stack of square shaped cushions in front of her round purple table near the center of the tent. She clears the items on her table by waving her hand above it, causing pink smoke to clear the area. When the pink smoke disappears all that is left behind is a hot pink crystal ball.
Your brown eyes widen at the display but Abella pays no mind to your reaction. She seats herself across on you a orange round stool. She explains how the reading is more accurate if you hold her hand. She also explains she can simply place her hand on top of your own if it makes you more comfortable. Once you hold her hand she places her other hand on the crystal ball so she can begin the love fortune.
"To find your true love we'll need to find out who the lucky man is."
She closes her eyes focusing on your love fortune. The hearts across her face light up a pink color as does the rose symbol on the ground. You realize your short dark locks are floating in the air. Abella's curls surround her floating effortlessly. You feel a tug at your soul and possibly your stand as well. There’s no danger but you feel as though letting go of Abella's hand would lead to danger somehow.
“I see... you it true love is a not what I expected until his personality was revealed. He’s a mafioso but more importantly he’s a man with all the qualities you’re looking for.”
You look at the crystal ball to see an image of a young man with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. His eyes are a bright amethyst with long lashes. His expression is serious but his whole appearance is more formal. He wears a green suit with holes and a strawberry tie.
“His name is Fugo Panacotta. He’s an intellectual man and a gentleman. Though I see a bit of darkness in his soul it stems from a harsh upbringing. I do believe he’d be caring and affectionate once he gets over his shyness. He will be caring and loving towards you.”
You take in all her words thinking he sounds like a good match so far. Abella removes her hand from the crystal ball and it’s no longer glowing. The rose symbol on the floor is gone. She opens her eyes looking over to you, the hearts on her face no longer glowing.
“Though your true love I still have a bit of a warning. He may have an explosive anger but it truly stems from his sadness. He wouldn’t direct it toward you. He’s a soul with plenty of love, yes but he needs time to heal from his past. I think with you at his side he would be able to move on. It won’t be easy for him but once he heals his heart will be in your hands.”
Abella gives you another moment to take in all her words. She snaps her fingers causing the crystal ball to disappear in a puff of smoke. She asks you of your next request to which you ask for a tea reading. Her eyes light up, looking forward to what your reading could possibly be. She asks you what tea you’d like.
“Rose tea? An excellent choice. Red roses are oh so romantic. I have the perfect batch of loose rose petal tea.”
She snaps her fingers again and this time you notice several items on her table. A white teapot with red and pink hearts, a pink teacup with several designs in its interior, and a container for loose leaves rose tea. She pours the tea leaves in the teacup and begins her instructions.
"Once your tea is at the perfect temperature to drink, I'll need you to ponder a question for this tea reading. Do not share it with me. I'll need you to think of the question and to pick one before you finish drinking. Leave about a tablespoon of tea left behind in the cup." She then looks over to you remembering an important detail. "Do remember this reading will be about romance, a question leading to romance sounds most appropriate since its why you're here."
The hearts on her face are glowing while her eyes are closed. She is reflecting on her intentions and begins transferring her energy into the tea leaves. She then looks over to you while setting down the teacup in front of you. You drink your tea once she hands you the saucer and cup. You leave a tablespoon of liquid in the cup while thinking of your question.
"Can I know what type of relationship I'll have in the future?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.
Abella gently picks up the teacup and saucer. She uses her left hand to swirl the tea left to right three times. Slowly the fortune teller carefully inverts the cup over the pink saucer. She closes her eyes for one minute, you notice the hearts on her face are glowing so it was intentional. Once she opens her eyes she rotates the cup three times again. She turns the cup upright, positioning the handle south.
She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant it smells of a rose garden and the tea is a calming brew to smell. She reveals an image of cat however it's similar to a norwegian forest cat. The tea leaves appear to be at the center of the cup. Your brown eyes look over the leaves at the cute image of the feline. Abella is also smiling, hoping you'll like her reading.
"This means you are honest about your feelings and opinions. Sometimes people are taken aback by what you say. In love this will be very good for you as honesty will lead to good communication. A good relationship is ahead of you because of this."
You take in her words with a smile. The hearts on her face are no longer glowing. She then asks you of your next request. When you ask her of your next request her eyes light up. She immediately runs over to the other part of her tent where you see shelves of stacked goods. She grabs wooden boxes from the shelves. Three small wooden boxes are set down on the table in front of you.
"This will be so exciting. I have various kinds of good luck charms that will be of help to you."
She sits across you and begins to help you choose. She waves her hand over the boxes. You notice the rose symbol on the ground again and her hearts across her face glowing the same color. The boxes also glow and they're a purple color. You're unsure of what she did but you wait until her instructions.
"Choose from these boxes. Be sure to pick one that feels right to you. Once you're done I can tell you how it will help you in getting true love."
You feel a wave come over you when your hand is hovering over each box. You feel a sense of vulnerability and warmth when you touch one of the boxes. You choose this box and Abella gestures you to open it. She waves her hand and the other boxes disappear in a puff of pink smoke.
"It's a hair clip?" You question, observing the purple box.
"Yes you should wear it." Abella reassures you.
The hair clip is a light blue silk bow with a few tassels on it. The white and light blue ribbons are long meanwhile the bow has white floral details. Abella knows why you're given such a good luck charm, for it means you will promote feelings of tranquility. The color is peaceful and calming therefore others around you will most likely seek such peace. It will also make a good impression.
"This good luck charm will help you in your pursuit for love. It seems your true love faces a lot of darkness and this ribbon will aid both of you. Your true love will requires a peaceful environment which will be necessary for him to realize his feelings for you."
You put the hair clip on while listening to her words. She then guides you to the center of the tent once you're done. She thinks it goes well with the dress you wear. The rose symbol on the ground appears again and the hearts across her cheeks glow. This time you see a white portal at the center.
"This will lead you to your true love. I must warn you to remember about the darkness in his life and to remember there must be a lot of trust and understanding for him to realize his feelings for you. If today doesn't work out don't be disheartened. I wish you the best."
You give her your thanks before entering the portal. When you open your eyes you're back in the streets of Naples. It's still day time out so you decide to wander around. You turn a corner bumping into Fugo. He looks surprised and gently apologizes. You didn't think you would see him so soon. Your brown eyes are wide seeing the real deal. He seems to look troubled. You notice his cheek is bleeding.
"Your bleeding. Are you okay?"
You gasp when he passes out. You hear a bunch of men not too far away looking for him. You remember Abella mentioning he is a mafioso. Your short self goes behind him lifting him by the arms to drag him to an alley to hide. Thankfully the men pass by running the other direction. It was nerve wracking since they looked so dangerous. You're sure you saw at least four out of the five men holding a gun.
You look back to Fugo who is bleeding at his abdomen. It was a stab wound. His cheek and wrist are also bleeding. You use your handkerchief to dab the blood off his face and wrist. You rip the bottom of your skirt to use for his wound. This wasn't the encounter you expected to have with him at all. You remember the good luck charm you're wearing, thankful for its luck.
It wasn't long until he woke up. He is confused until he remembers everything. He's looking around but as he does so his purple eyes look back over to you. He remembers you as well. You begin to explain all that happened after he passed out. He looks to his bandaged up wounds in appreciation.
"I apologize for causing you so much trouble. Thank you for treating my wounds."
"Your welcome."
As he is about to leave two men confront him. Thankfully it was only the two but they look as surprised as he is they found him. He summons his stand since they draw their guns. Purple haze unleashes several attacks. His stand disappears but it was a bit crazy seeing another persons stand in action. Fugo looks back over to you so he can check if you're uninjured. You reassure him you're not hurt.
"I'm okay, thanks."
Fugo looks back to his abdomen thankful you dressed his wounds. He realizes your skirt is ripped when he looks over to his abdomen noticing it is also the same color as the wrapping around him.
"You used your skirt for my wound.."
"Don't worry about it. I couldn't let you bleed out."
He smiled in gratitude. His phone beeps indicating text messages. In them he receives word from the rest of his team. They took care of the other mafioso. He informs them he did the same and they explain how the mission is complete, they can head back. Fugo looks over to you pondering for a moment. He sends one last text before grabbing your attention.
"I'm very thankful for your help.. would you care for some gelato or a pastry..?" He looked so nervous asking.
You don't miss the shy blush across his face. You humbly accept as long as his injuries aren't too bad. He removes the wrapping and its shown he is no longer bleeding. You grab your handkerchief from your pocket offering it to him so he can wipe off the blood. He thanks you, wiping off the blood.
After grabbing a treat of your choice you two are walking along the streets of Naples. You found Fugo to be a pleasant date. He's intellectual and empathetic he felt horrible for putting you in such a dangerous situation. He also apologized about your lovely dress. He went as far as complimenting your dress. You kept telling him it was fine and he made up for all of it by being an excellent date to which he became bashful about.
He was thankful he got to go on a date with you. He had such a rough day since todays tasks were grueling. He was happy getting to relax. While enjoying the treat he got you he thought about how gorgeous you look. He admired your brown eyes and locks of dark hair. He thought your beauty mark also added to your lovely appearance. He enjoyed talking to you as well. You're a wonderful date he hopes to impressive.
After chatting together for a couple hours he asks to walk you back. You accept and while doing so he nervously asks you if you'd like to join him on another date. You giggled at how cute he is and agreed. When you got to your destination your short self had to step on your tiptoes since he's a bit out of your reach to be able to give his cheek a kiss. You made sure to remind him how nice the date was as you walked off, leaving him stunned but he was smiling not minding the lip print on his face.
You head toward Abella's tent since you desired to thank her. You're beyond happy about the date with Fugo. When you arrive at her tent she is happy to see you. She greets you and asks how your evening went. You tell her about the date which she was excited to hear about. After you're done chatting she goes over to her planter pick a flower. She goes over to you offering you a blue hydrangea.
"This is for you, friend. May your days be filled with joy and you find the path to true love soon."
You accept the flower thanking her. You keep in mind all Abella has told you about Fugo before leaving. Abella knew the relationship you'll have with Fugo would go well. Blue hydrangeas have many meanings but she gave it to you for it's gratitude, grace, and beauty. She knows you'll soon reach the path of love with Fugo.
#anime matchups#abella fortune teller event#abella fortune teller takeover#jjba matchup#jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind#anime matchup#matchups#thank you for sending !#thanks for your patience
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Her.
"She has slightly fair skin, her eyes are similar to Constance Wu of Crazy Rich Asians. She could style her hair so well that whether it be long or short, curls or straight, it won't matter because it will always look good on her. She has a good fashion sense that even if she just wears a simple tee and Nike shorts it's enough to make her attractive. Her legs are long and she has a slim body type that when she wears a swimsuit, she looks so fine. Her matte red lipstick suits her, probably the first thing a man would notice.
She's gorgeous. Definitely the type of woman a real man would pursue. You know, the type that you'll introduce to your family. The one you'll be so proud of. The one you'll flex on social media. If genie exists, I'd wish for a day that I'll be in her position. Because maybe, I would never feel as if I'm just a garbage that one can throw anywhere, anytime. I wouldn't even have to overthink because you'll assure that it's just me and no one else. There's no need to commute after shift because you'll voluntarily pick me up and make sure I am safe. Always safe. Maybe, I'll never feel as if I'm replaceable. That I am hard to lose. A "can't lose this girl". Maybe there would never be a sleepless night when we argue because you'd make sure that we communicate before we sleep. Maybe I'll be spoiled with gifts. You'll hug me so tight, kiss me on my forehead and tell me that I am yours. Maybe I'll experience how it feels like to be treated like a Queen. You'll tie my shoes, open up the car door for me, and help me whenever you can that I'll forget to use my hands because you do it freely. Maybe when I get sick, you'll come over and take care of me. You cannot even spend more than 3 hours when we argue and text me first because you'll be worried and you'll say that you'd rather lose the argument than lose me. If that would happen, I'll be forever grateful. For once, I'll experience a love that makes me feel like I am a woman that's treated with respect. But no, I cannot convince someone to value me. If they want to, they would. In the first place there's no direction. Maybe because it's just convenient and no intentions for it to last. Just go with the flow and whatever happens, happens. Uncertain. Unstable. Maybe if I was her, you'll see the future. With me, it's just a phase. Like it's gonna pass by, you'll forget me so easily. As if I didn't make any difference in your life. As if I didn't make you happy. As if my existence didn't matter.
To that girl, I want to love your ex as much as you did. He doesn't realize how much I want him in my life. That he's too important. That I don't want to be temporary.
I wish I was you because years ago, he gave his hundred percent. Now, he cannot even give me half. You'll always have that spot in his heart he won't give to anyone. Not even to me."
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hugh dancy is cute
#i'd like to be embraced and also steal his face so i can be cute like that#i'd like to have short curls and wear a suit and tie#trinity talks!
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sweatpants//spencer reid
genre: fluff
warnings: nothing really. sad spencer for about two seconds.
word count: 2.7k
i have plenty more one shots on my wattpad so let me know if any of you want to see more of this type of writing :) make sure to reblog and comment :))
i fell in love with spencer reid the moment i met him. i fell in love with absolutely everything about him. his smile lit up the little bookstore as his glasses drifted further and further down his nose, and his hair hung over his forehead in messy, unbrushed curls. from the first time we locked eyes after he got a book down from the top shelf for me, i envisioned our whole future together.
we saw each other casually after our first meeting despite how badly i wanted more. we quickly realized that we frequented the little bookstore at the same time on saturdays and we just began to "accidentally" run into each other over and over at the same exact day and time. of course, i made sure to be there every saturday for the next three months just for the chance of seeing him.
i finally got the balls to ask him out after the fifth month of these meetups. he seems surprised and he blushed, then tugged on his tie to loosen it around his neck. he accepted quickly and we went bowling the next week. we were both horrible and eventually asked to put the bumpers up because the amount of gutter balls we were throwing were astronomical. but that "first" date was the first time i noticed something very important about spencer reid.
he wears a variation of the same outfit every single day, no matter what he's doing.
sweater vests, button ups, slacks, ties, and converse. sometimes a cardigan. these items get mixed and matched everyday and sometimes don't match, but the chaos of his outfit colors just suits him. and it suits his penchant for wearing mismatched socks. but i continued to realize more and more about his wardrobe as we spent more time together.
if we went out: slacks, button up, tie, converse.
if we had dinner at his apartment: slacks, button up, sweater vest, tie, converse.
if we cuddle on the couch: pajamas.
there's no in-between with him and it took me a while to decide if i loved this or thought it was odd. i landed somewhere in the middle. he would sometimes start to squirm in the middle of dinner and go to change into pajamas to be more comfortable.
i never commented on this because i knew he liked the way he dressed and i didn't want him to think i hated it. he's already an insecure person, despite me loving him with my whole heart and soul, and i'd feel so horrible if i added onto that. so i would sit through the squirming and the tie-tugging and the quick unlacing of shoes after a long day of converse wearing. i grinned and gave him lots of kisses because i love him regardless of his fashion choices. or lack there of.
but spencer continues to grow and thankfully, i grow with him. i start a new job and spencer continues to thrive at the bau. i move into his apartment and he decides that this is the perfect time for a change. a new haircut. super short on the sides and long on the top. i nearly keeled when i saw how utterly handsome he was with his new haircut. i jumped his bones immediately.
but the sweater vests and same brown cardigan didn't quite hit the spot anymore. i would find spencer standing in front of the mirror before work, silently wondering if the black or brown cardigan would look better with his gray sweater vest. still, it was endearing but eventually it becomes too much.
i pass a department store everyday on my way home from work and it started to pique my interest. one day when i got off work early and knew spencer wouldn't be home, i stopped off. the store was huge and had a humongous selection of styles and brands to choose from. i knew i had to bring spencer.
when i told him i wanted to take him shopping, he tilted his head in confusion like an adorable puppy. "what do you need? new sweaters? it is almost winter and i know you got rid of most of your winter clothes when the summer came. did you—"
"no, honey," i laughed, silencing his confused, off-topic rant. "i'm taking you shopping. for you."
another head tilt. "for me? i don't need anything."
"i know you don't need anything," i clarified, running my hands through his freshly cut hair, "but i want to treat you. and besides, i think you've outgrown some of your wardrobe and it's time to get some new items."
so that leaves us now, walking hand in hand into the department store. he's holding me tighter than usual as i lead him to the men's section, but i don't complain. i know he gets nervous in public places and i have no problem with a bit of coddling.
"so, i was thinking," i say as i flip through a rack of undershirts, "you could get some new dress pants. maybe a pair of jeans. maybe some blazers or just suit jackets. that way your style can grow but you can also wear your trusty button ups and ties underneath."
spencer pouts. "i like it better when we shop for you."
i stifle a laugh as i find an appealing gray blazer and search for spencer's size. "and why's that, bub?"
"because then you get to pick out cute clothes and i can watch you try them on."
"well, this time, i'll get to watch you try them on," i wink and hand the blazer over to him. "hold that. please and thank you."
spencer huffs and drops my hand so he can hold the hanger of the blazer. i continue walking through the racks and in my peripherals, i can see spencer glancing around the store and at the racks surrounding us. he follows behind me like a lost puppy, the amount of items in his hands growing as i pass every rack.
"how would you feel about," i pick out a set of matching maroon pants and a maroon blazer, "this color?" i told it up to spencer's chest. he looks down at the garment and scrunches up his nose. "no? that's okay. i think navy's suit you better anyway. no pun intended."
"babe?" he wonders softly as i move over to a rack of ties. "why are you doing this?"
"doing what?" i pick up a tie that is blue with pink flamingoes on it and drape it over his shoulder.
"taking me shopping. wanting to redo my wardrobe or something."
"well," a new tie on his shoulder- a yellow base with blue whales, "you have had the same wardrobe since i met you, and that was many years ago. you've grown up, spencer. maybe some new clothes could reflect that."
i watch a pout come to his face and his shoulders deflate. "you don't like the way i dress?"
i pout right back at him, trying to not seem so mocking in my expression. "i love the way you dress. but i think it might be time to replace that same brown sweater vest you've had since college. that's what i'm talking about. we don't have to do this if you don't want. we can go home."
spencer thinks for a second. he adjusts his hold on the handful of blazers and trousers in his arms and takes another glance at them. "i'll give these a try."
the pride swells in my chest and nearly bursts out. it's no secret that spencer hates change. he would rather his life stays exactly the same all the time. meals, furniture arrangement, train schedule, his wardrobe. clearly, he would rather wear the same clothes for the rest of his life than branch out a bit. so him agreeing to do just that nearly makes me cry right in the middle of the department store.
we push on and spencer continues to trail behind me and hold the clothes i pick. once his knees are practically buckling under the weight of the chosen clothes, i agree to let him start part two. the fitting room.
he disappears into a room and i sit across from the door in a fluffy armchair that probably has more germs on it than a public bathroom. okay, maybe that's just dramatic. but it has enough germs that i'm sure spencer would refuse to sit here, or maybe even get grossed out that i'm sitting on it.
"uh," i hear my boyfriends voice from behind the door, "i think i did it."
i hold in my giggle. "you think?"
"i mean, i put together an outfit. don't know if it's any good. it's definitely not as good as the things you put together."
"just let me see."
the door pops open and my jaw nearly hits the floor. my spencer is standing there in navy slacks, a navy blazer, a vest, button up, and a tie. he looks exactly like i expected him too. my same loving, quiet, genius boyfriend but much older and mature. he looks phenomenal.
but spencer scrunches up his nose and turns on his toes to look in the full length mirror. "i feel like all of this is too busy. there's too much happening."
"no, baby, not at all," i come up behind him and slide my hands across his back and then around his waist. "it's such a good look on you. it's spencer reid but as an adult."
he furrows his eyebrows and looks at me through the mirror. "are you implying i dressed like a child before?"
"no, no, not at all," i nudge his waist and he spins back to me. "it's a perfect outfit. you put it together perfectly. the colors, the different pieces."
spencer's face lights up as he watches me adjust the lapel of his jacket. "really?"
"yes!" i smooth down the shoulders and then tug on the cuff links. "it's perfectly your style. you don't think so?"
"mm," he looks back down at his own body and shakes out his arms a little. "i guess it is. it's just...different."
"it is different but it's a good different. you're still the same old genius who could go on for hours about mushrooms or doctor who or whatever. so you," i pat his shoulder and go up on my toes to kiss his cheek, "get into a new outfit and show me again, okay?"
spencer agrees and closes the fitting room door. we stay at the store for nearly two hours, picking out and trying on potential outfits. spencer even starts picking items on his own, but he comes to me in the cutest way to ask if i like the things he's picked out. i always do. and even if it's not my favorite piece, he obviously likes it so i tell him i love it.
we spend hundreds and split the bill. i insisted i pay because i was the one who brought him here, but he insisted he pay because the clothes are for him. we found a happy medium.
i don't know what i thought was going to happen after we basically replaced his wardrobe. apparently, i didn't think about what the next work day would be like. because i wake up before spencer and go to make breakfast and only listen to him shower and get dressed.
"good morning!" spencer chirps, practically skipping into the kitchen.
"morning!" i say back, putting pancakes on a plate for him. "here's your—" and i absolutely freeze in my spot at the sight of him in a dark tan jacket and slacks, a purple button up, and a matching gray tie. his hair is perfectly swooped across his forehead and he's grinning, practically glowing in his new outfit. "holy shit."
"you like it?" he holds up his arms a bit as if to gesture to his appearance.
i just stand and stare at him for another minute, clutching the plate in my hand so tightly that i fear i might break it. but spencer chuckles, taking it from me and placing it in front of the chair he always has breakfast in.
"i might not let you out of the house looking this good," i finally manage to say. "you'll come home with a new girl on your arm and forget all about me."
spencer pouts. "i'd never do that to you."
i grab onto his cheeks and lay a huge kiss on his lips. "i know you wouldn't. you look amazing, spence. even better than yesterday."
spencer comes home that night and beams about the compliments he got from his coworkers today and thanks me for encouraging him to expand his wardrobe. i don't accept his thanks because i'm just happy to see him feeling more confident in himself than ever.
however, my job is not done yet.
as much as he loves his new clothes, i give him a few weeks to adjust to his new normal. i let him get used to needing a few extra minutes in the morning to arrange an outfit and to the washing process before i spring something new on him. but once i can tell he's completely comfortable with his new wardrobe, i stop at the department store after work again.
"spence?" i call into the apartment as i kick my shoes off, clutching the paper bag in my hand.
"hi!" he calls back, emerging from the study with a book in his hand. "you're late."
i hold up the bag for proof. "i stopped at the store again." spencer follows me into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed in anticipation. "well, first, i saw a couple more ties that i liked," i take those out of the bag and throw them over his shoulder. "but i got these!"
i pull out three perfectly folded pairs of sweatpants and four plain colored tee shirts. spencer unravels each item and then looks up with his eyebrows furrowed. "i don't get it."
"okay," i giggle, placing my hands on his shoulders, "when i go to work, i wear my skirts and blouses and heels, right?"
like the puppy he is, he tilts his head to the side in confusion. "right."
"and when i got to sleep, i wear pajamas. but between the blouse and the pajamas, i wear sweats. you, my love," i boop his nose and instantly, an adorable pink hue paints his cheeks, "don't own sweats. you go from suits to pajamas. and again, i'm not saying that i don't love the way you dress. i'm just looking out for your comfort. if you hate them, i'll return them. simple as that."
he runs his hands over the tee shirts and runs it between his fingers. "they are really soft."
"i got the ones that are 100% cotton because i know you like how it feels."
"i'll try it," he concedes, smiling up at me. "thank you. you're too good to me."
"you deserve the world, angel face."
the next day, he gets called away for a case and i don't see him for almost two weeks. we call and text as much as possible, but we both get so busy that it's nearly impossible. so i stick to sending him good morning and goodnight texts and praying that he comes home in one piece.
after nearly two and a half weeks without him, i come home and see his car in the parking garage where it always is. i squeal, running all the way to the apartment and bursting through the door.
spencer is lounging on the couch, thankfully in one piece, and reading a book, dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt. he looks up and grins when i enter, standing up and pulling me into his arms.
"i can't believe you're sitting here," i mumble into his neck, "and looking so good when i'm not around."
spencer laughs into my shoulder, kissing my small bit of exposed skin. "well, you're here now so you can enjoy it."
"you look so fucking hot," i blurt out, grabbing a handful of his cotton shirt and tugging him towards the bedroom. "let me show you just how hot i think you are."
"god, i love this new wardrobe."
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Requested by @elijahs-wife : Hi Ashlee!! Could you write a fic using the prompt "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"? Sending love 💗💗
A/N: TEHANI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ily 💗 I’m sorry this took me a little bit!! I wanted it to be something worth posting! I’m still iffy on it.
I don’t think I will never NOT be terrified to send something out into the void, so please like/reblog if you enjoyed!! and if you want to read any more from me, feel free to send me a request! I love all our mikaelson boys (except Finn tbh sorry) so i’m down to write for more than just Elijah!
Elijah Mikaelson x female!reader
Word count: 2,970
tw: kind of sad, mentions of being an orphan, not a whole lot!
credit to the gif creator!!
Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. Laughter bubbled throughout the compound at another Mikaelson ball. He sighed and made his way to find his brother. He heard Klaus from far off, bickering with Hope about the dress she had chosen for the night.
"Dad, it's my birthday ball. I should be able to wear what I want!" She huffed. Elijah turned the corner into one of the various hallways of the compound, coming around to see the father and daughter facing off.
He chuckled, "Children, please," he said, eyeing Hope's admittedly short dress. Her hair was curled and she sported a sky blue cocktail dress. "Although your father may have a point," Elijah stated, raising an eyebrow.
Klaus gestured to Elijah, "Thank you, brother!" He exclaimed.
"I'm 18! I'm going to wear whatever I want," Hope said, storming into the party with finality. Elijah walked closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, stifling a laugh.
"She is very strong-willed, like her father," He said, raising his champagne flute to his lips. Klaus glared at his brother and sighed. "She has a point though. She is a young woman now. Just give her this one night to do and wear what she wants." The men turned and departed the hallway, heading back into the party. Klaus grabbed a champagne flute and headed to stand on a flight of stairs. Elijah stood at the base, looking into the crowd again.
"May I have your attention!" Klaus called out into the large room, "I would like to say a few words about my daughter, Hope." Klaus smiled down at her as he began his speech. Elijah continued to scan the room. His brother's voice faded from his ears when his eyes landed on a woman amongst the crowd, standing with his sister Freya. She was beautiful, wearing a blush coloured, floor-length dress. Her Y/C/H hair flowing down her back in an elegantly curled braid. She beamed up at Klaus as he gave his heartfelt speech about Hope. Elijah felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.
In unison, the crowd lifted their glasses and cheered, "To Hope!" The woman put her glass to her full, pink lips. The room erupted into conversation and movement, and Elijah lost sight of her. As if jogged from a trance, Elijah put his champagne on the nearest surface and began searching the crowd once more. He pushed passed strangers and friends alike to get to where he had spotted her. He broke through the other side of the crowd, looking around for her or Freya. He found the two making their way around the outskirts of the party, talking and laughing together. He took a second to compose himself, putting his left hand in his suit pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, he followed after her.
"Good evening," he said casually, coming up behind the two women. They turned and Freya greeted him with a smile and a warm hug. The stranger stood by with a polite smile on her face.
"Elijah! I was wondering when I'd see you," she pulled away and turned to the woman next to her. "Y/N, this is my brother, Elijah." Freya smiled at Y/N.
"Hello, Elijah," She greeted, extending her hand. Rather than shaking it, Elijah took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Blush crept up Y/N's cheeks as Freya's eyebrows raised.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, not taking his eyes off her Y/E/C ones. "May I have this dance?" He heard her heartbeat quicken as she gave a small nod, letting Elijah gently tug her to the dance floor.
"I guess I'll just hang out here! By myself!" Freya called after them, huffing to herself.
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Y/N was a New Orleans French Quarter witch. That was how she and Freya had met and became friends. Y/N had started coming around the compound more and more frequently over the following weeks, becoming closer to the Original family. Rosie cheeks and stolen glances at Elijah filled her visits under the excuse of hanging out with Freya. She loved her friend, truly, but she couldn't get her mind off of the oldest Mikaelson brother. He, on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from her after his first introduction. She had hoped that she didn't offend him in some way. “Maybe I’m just not his type,“ She thought to herself.
"Y/N?" Freya's voice sounded in Y/N's head, jogging her from her thoughts.
"What, I'm sorry?" She looked at her friend, confused. They were sitting on a couch located in the library of the compound, pulling a late-night together. Her thoughts of Elijah had distracted her mid-conversation.
Freya rolled her eyes. "I asked if you'd like to come to the Halloween party we're throwing here this weekend. Hope wants it to be a big event, and you know Klaus would do anything to keep her happy." Freya smiled at Y/N.
Y/N nodded, thinking about the father/daughter relationship Hope and Klaus had brought a sad smile to her face. She was glad Hope would have the love of family throughout her life. Y/N was alone in New Orleans, growing up in different foster homes and halfway houses. Her real family unknown to her, she had been tossed from house to house because of the unexplainable things that happened around her. Until she met Vincent, back when he was still married to Eva Sinclair. He taught Y/N about what living in New Orleans really meant for people like her. He made her feel like she belonged.
"I'd love to come! Costume party?" Y/N asked, sipping tea from her mug.
Freya nodded, "Hope wouldn't have it any other way."
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Elijah rolled his eyes. "I will not be wearing a costume. I believe I may just stay behind and let you all enjoy the fun," He said to Hope and Klaus. Hope was trying on her little red riding hood costume for the party that night when she turned and glared at Elijah.
"Come on, Uncle Elijah. Auntie Bex is! I even got dad some devil horns that he's going to wear, right dad?" She looked over at Klaus who grimaced and looked at Elijah pleadingly.
"Yes, darling, I'll wear them," He said, defeated. Hope smiled and looked back at Elijah. Elijah shook his head again, turning to exit the room.
"Y/N will be there," Hope exclaimed as he walked toward the door. Elijah stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, sighing. She knew that would get him to come. He wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, or maybe Hope was just perceptive. Hope smiled triumphantly to herself as she turned back to the mirror to look at her costume once more, perfecting the details.
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Y/N entered the compound, her dress flurrying around her as she was met by a large crowd of people. The sun had set and the party was in full swing. The Mikaelson’s sure know how to throw a rager, she thought to herself. She walked farther into the crowd, her dress and cloak billowing around her. She headed toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Freya.
"There you are!" Freya's voice came from behind her, muffled by the music. Y/N turned and saw her friend dressed in a bright pink dress, star wand in hand with a large crown atop her head. Y/N stifled a laugh at the sight.
"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/N said over the music.
Freya frowned, "What, you don't get it? I'm Glinda! You know, from The Wizard Of Oz?" She flourished her wand in Y/N's face and laughed. Freya was already a few drinks in. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.
Y/N looked down at her costume, and back up to Freya. "I'm Sarah Sanderson! From Hocus Pocus," Y/N twirled in her spot. She and Freya giggled as Y/N spun. Mid-spin, she spotted Elijah coming down the stairs and her breath hitched in her throat. She didn't take Elijah for the costume type, so she hadn't expected him to be here tonight.
He looked absolutely regal in his black suit and tie. Large white angels wings sprouted from his back. He looked around the room while coming down the stairs, not yet seeing Y/N. Freya followed Y/N's gaze and saw Elijah. She drunkenly put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.
"You know, I think you have a thing for my brother," She accused. Y/N blushed, turning away from the angel.
"I'm the last person he would be interested in if I was," Y/N cast one last look his way before turning back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Let's get this party started," She said to her friend, giving her a smile. She reminded herself to not get attached. Everyone leaves eventually.
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Y/N and Freya were joined by Rebekah, but they couldn't quite tell who she was dressed as. All they could tell was that it was tight and it was spandex. The three danced and drank in the middle of the party, not a care in the world. Elijah watched from the bar protectively. Something about this woman was so magnetic, so charming. He couldn't bring himself to admit that there was a flame ignited in his heart at the sight of her. He doesn't let people in. She's a mortal witch, her life span was the blink of an eye compared to his. No, he wouldn't let himself get attached. She would see him for the monster he was. He turned to mingle with the crowd, although he never let the three women leave his line of sight.
Y/N was having the time of her life with her friends, drunkenly dancing the night away.
“I’m going to go grab more drinks!” She slurred to the other two girls. They cheered in response as she turned and stumbled toward the bar. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered. He returned with three shot glasses and she thanked him, turning to get back to dancing. Before she could take a step, she collided with someone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She cried, slurring her words. She stumbled back to look at the person she collided with, finding the handsome angel she had been eyeing earlier. He pursed his lips, wiping the front of his suit with his handkerchief. “Elijah,” she gasped, “I am so sorry, let me he-”
“Do not bother, Y/N,” he said, holding his hand up. He glared in her direction, not looking in her eyes. She gulped at his response.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” She tried dipping her head to catch his eye. He turned and motioned to the bartender for more shots.
“Have a pleasant evening,” He nodded curtly at her and turned to walk away, leaving her standing there, unsure of what just happened. Anger flared in her chest as she watched the angel walk away. She grabbed one of the shots that the bartender had set out and downed it quickly. Taking the other two to her friends, she let the music take her away, continuing to party.
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The night continued on and the party began to thin out, while the three girls in the center of the dance floor kept going, laughing and dancing. Elijah had kept his eyes on them, amazed at how the two witches could keep up with the vampire. Elijah looked around at the few stragglers left, sitting around drunkenly talking to one another. He made his way across the compound, heading towards the stairs to head up to his room for the night. The music was quieter now, not as upbeat. Y/N saw him moving across the dance floor and stumbled as fast as she could to get in front of him.
“Elijah,” She slurred, “Please let me apologize for earlier. Dance with me!” She scooped him away before he could object, wrapping her arms around his neck, not letting him leave.
“Y/N I-” He started, but she shushed him, swaying to the music.
“Elijah I know you don’t like me that much, and I don’t know why but I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for spilling those drinks on you and I’m sorry for making you hate me for whatever reason,” she drunkenly let her head fall on his chest while she spoke, her eyes fluttering shut.
Elijah’s eyes widened at her speech, his hands falling to rest on her back. She hummed at his touch and smiled, eyes still closed. “Y/N… I apologize for making you feel that way, that was not my intention.” He looked down at her, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” He whispered.
Suddenly Y/N slumped into him, dropping like dead weight. Elijah reacted quickly and scooped her up, seeing she had passed out. He looked toward Freya and Rebecca who had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling into each other. His heart warmed at the sight of his sisters together. He refocused on the beautiful woman in his arms and began to climb the stairs, heading toward his room. He gently opened the door and crossed the room, laying her in the bed and covering her up. She adjusted into the comfort of the bed, grabbing Elijah’s hand as he slid his arms out from underneath her.
“Stay with me?” she mumbled. His heart softened and he silently agreed, stripping out of his wings and suit jacket. He crossed to the other side of the bed and slid into it, careful not to touch her. She turned to him and opened her eyes slightly. “Will you hold me?” she asked quietly. Tears brimmed her eyes.
He nodded and opened his arms to her, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered.
She moved into his open arms and placed her head on his chest, wrapping one arm around the front of him tightly. He felt his shirt dampen where her head lay. He held her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back, waiting for a response. He felt her start to tremble next to him.
“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” she whispered into him. She let out a small cry, scared of his reaction. “I’m terrified you’ll hate me for telling you. I’m terrified you’ll leave if we do end up together. I’m terrified of everything falling apart. I’m terrified of people leaving.”
Elijah’s heart cracked at her words.
“Y/N.. I think I’m terrified to admit the feelings I have for you. I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,” He kissed her hair and he felt her relax in his arms. She had fallen asleep on him, inebriated and vulnerable. Elijah held her for the rest of the night, stroking her hair and cherishing the moment.
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When morning came, Y/N thought her head would explode. She groaned and rolled over, putting her hands over her face. The bed was empty beside her. How did she get in the bed? Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered large white wings and strong arms carrying her. She sat up in bed, suddenly panicked, realizing who’s room she was in. What else had happened? She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut. “I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,“ She remembered hearing his deep voice whisper to her before she fell asleep. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Had she dreamt of this confession? Did her drunken subconscious trick her into hearing his voice?
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, startling her. She looked up to see Elijah holding a tray with water, aspirin, eggs, and toast. She blushed intensely, trying to brush her hair down and make herself look decent. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning. I apologize for startling you,” He said. He crossed the room to her, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her.
He stared into her eyes, warmth flooding his chest. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said quietly, confirming her silent hope. He heard her heart flutter at his words.
Tears brimmed her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What does this mean for us?” She whispered.
He reached out and moved her chin to look at him. “It means I love you.” He smiled at her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she smiled and leaned forward, closing the space between them. She kissed him with no regard for the world around them. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling in his chestnut hair. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss and laying her on the bed. The eggs and toast got cold before Y/N got to them.
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“I’ve been wanting this since you asked me to dance that night.” Y/N said, playing with Elijah’s hand as they laid side by side. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” She smiled.
He adjusted to put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her head. “You will never have to be terrified again. I am here and I’m not leaving you. You have my word.” He moved her chin with his free hand to gaze into her Y/E/C eyes. He kissed her again, hoping to convey his pent up love and lust in one kiss. He knew he’d never be able to make her understand the depths of his affection for her. Just as he knew he may never know the extent of hers for him.
She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you and I’m not terrified anymore.”
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hey edu ! it's me. i just finished CH 6 of And I Feel Fine; i was going to read more tonight but i got a bried view of what was in CH 7, and in consideration of the content i believe is to come, i decided to take a break for now and go to sleep.
However! i did want to ask; i'm a bit of an artist, and i have been thinking of doing a piece (or multiple? unsure) for your series. Would that be okay?
If so, i also wanted to ask if you'd be willing to give physical descriptions of them? such as height, eye color, hairstyle, significant nuances etc etc. i have picked up a few things like that Janus is taller than Roman and that (i'm pretty sure?)Remus is taller than Logan, and that Remus has (as of Happily Ever After) dyed green hair. but if you'd be willing to go into a bit more detail on their appearances, i'd love it. i totally understand if you'd prefer not to, but i figured i'd ask.
hope you are well. <3
OML i would be honored and thrilled if you wanted to draw something for the story! 🥺
Frankly, i really picture the bois mostly like Thomas, with a few exceptions:
Heights: yes, you've nailed their (perceived) height differences. Barefoot, they're all really close in height, but Remus' preferred Docs (with really thick heels) make him appear the tallest of the quad. Logan literally tends to keep his head down, so he appears shorter. Janus wore Docs, as well, in Objections, and goes for dressy loafer-style shoes with a heel, making him appear even taller than Roman, who goes for Converse and Vans.
Janus - 6'1”, Roman/Remus - 6', Logan - 5'11"
Hair: Logan has very dark, Ken-doll style hair with longish bangs; by the time of And I Feel Fine, Janus has a no nonsense short haircut, naturally medium brown; Roman has wavy auburn hair, the kind that will curl when it gets longer: Remus has green hair by the last chapter of Objections and all through the rest of the stories (except for Roceit's wedding, when Roman insisted Remus dye it brown.) Remus wears his hair long on top, and it gets curly and is very, very green.
Eyes: Logan has blue eyes, Janus hazely-brown that are very changeable based in the available light, Remus and Roman both have bright green eyes.
Roman and Remus: years of pulling faces have literally made Remus' eyes and mouth look slightly different from Roman's, as observed by Janus in Objections. [And spoiler ...]
Scars: By the time of Happily, Remus has scars from closed lip piercings (they were too much trouble to keep up). Janus has a long thin scar on his cheekbone, along with some patches of differently-textured scarred skin from the attack in Objections. By the point you're at in And I Feel Fine, Logan has a small scar on his cheekbone (red now, will fade to white by Happily) below his right eye.
Clothing: Janus likes suits. (He also liked tight pants and slinky shirt for parties in Objections.) Logan dresses preppy and will wear a tie whenever he can justify it while he's married. (He wears them near-constantly in Happily.) Remus dresses techno-punk pre-Happily, and mostly skinny jeans with obscure tech tee-shirts. (His favorite is black with green lettering, saying Anaconda, the name of a Python tool.) He bought his motorcycle jacket during And I Feel Fine and wears it layered with a hoodie during colder weather. Roman wears anything and everything and likes to experiment with different styles (he prefers his Vans, of course, because they're easy to dance in.)
Tattoos and hidden scars: Janus has a small pride flag tattoo on his forearm, near the wrist. Remus has a large tattoo of a yellow ginkgo tree on the inside of his left arm, which conceals a large number of scars. Remus also has a small tattoo of the spider from Limbo on his hip. Logan has old scars on his wrist, hidden by his ubiquitous wrist watch (he upgrades to an Apple watch by the time of Happily.) Logan also has a scar near the back of his head, partially hidden by his hair, and his left palm and ring finger are scarred.
Those are the solid details I have. I try not to include too much in the stories so that people can build the mental pictures they want.
This was a very long answer and will happily talk your ear off about these bois anytime you want!
I hope you are doing well, too!! 💙💛❤️💚
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Chapter 55 - SBT
Here it is!
"Uh… Spook?"
"Oui?"
"I-I'd need to go to my van to get some clothes…"
Both men finished bathing. Mundy followed Lucien from the bathroom to the bedroom, each wearing nothing but a towel around their waists.
"Nonsense. I will lend you some clothes for the night."
"For the night?" Mundy asked.
"Unless you would rather go back to your van but-"
"No, I'd… I'd love to stay actually."
Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.
"Glad to hear it. Now, which color do you prefer, navy blue, light blue, Burgundy red or off-white?"
Overwhelmed by the choice, Mundy went for the last one he heard.
"Off-white?"
"Interesting choice." Lucien passed him some pyjamas and a pair of underwear.
Mundy took them and realised it was a shirt and a pair of trousers, made of satin and matching of course. They had motifs of branches and leaves of fern sewn in, in white cotton. Lucien opted for the Burgundy one with golden sewn flower motifs.
Each of them turned their back to the other and dressed up. Lucien was the first to finish, he turned to Mundy and heard him mumble and curse under his breath.
"What is it, mon loup?"
[my wolf]
"It's the bloody buttons, I can't get them right, I always mess them up…"
"Let me help." Lucien moved in front of Mundy and did the buttons. "If you have any difficulty, start from the bottom and go to the top."
"Why would it be easier that way?" Mundy asked. "Doesn't make sense, does it?"
"But it does. The buttons at the bottom you can see easily, whereas the ones at the top are right under this lovely chin of yours." Lucien tickled it gently as he finished and Mundy chuckled.
"Thanks…"
"My pleasure."
Mundy looked down at himself.
"Uh… We might have a problem, Spook?"
"What?" Lucien went to sit on the bed, with his back against the wall.
"Well look at me…" Mundy wiggled his shoulders and pulled down the end of the shirt. "The sleeves are too short, and look down, the legs too! And if you don't mind, I'll open the buttons cause it's too tight on my shoulders."
"I would be an utter fool to complain when you want to sleep with your shirt open, Mundy."
"N-no, I mean, it's not like that, it's just your shirt's too small for me… Also, wait, what? You want me to sleep here?"
"Unless you prefer the rusticity of your campervan…" Lucien raised an eyebrow and Mundy shrugged.
"Ok, I get it… But this time, don't take all the blanket, alright?"
Mundy took the other side of the bed and both slid under the duvet.
"Me?! You were the one to steal it all night long and I had to pull it off your limbs!"
"As if…" Lucien answered and he stopped when the door to the bedroom creaked.
"Meow."
Perle trotted to the bed and jumped to climb on it.
"Perle, mon bébé, you should really sleep in your bed tonight."
"Meow?"
"Cause your dad wants me to sleep with him." Mundy answered and she went under his fingers. Yes, Papa knew how to choose his companion wisely, the scratching was divine.
"Meow…" She answered, disappointed, but started purring under the delightful head scratches.
"Don't worry, kitty cat, I'll take care of him. I'll keep him warm and safe, alright?"
"Meow?"
"O'course you can say goodnight to him, you'd better do it actually, he might be pissed off if you don't, eh."
Perle went to Lucien and climbed his shirt to settle on his shoulder. He hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, saying sweet nonsense that Mundy could hardly understand.
"Bonne nuit, mon bébé, fais de beaux rêves."
[Good night, my baby, sweet dreams.]
He kissed her fur and put her down on the floor next to his side of the bed. To his greatest surprise, she climbed in her little cosy basket and curled into a ball of fur.
When Lucien came back to lie down in the bed, Mundy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to himself.
"Ah, here we go for the clingy kangaroo."
"Oh alright then…!" Mundy let go of his lover and turned his back to Lucien.
"Non, mon amour, please…!" The Frenchman spooned him and laced his arms around him. "Please turn to me…"
"The clingy kangaroo says no."
"Mundy, please…" Lucien begged as he brushed his skin under his lover's open shirt.
The Aussie melted. Hearing Lucien beg him to give him attention was something that his mind barely managed to understand. He rolled on his side to hold him back.
"Right, right…"
Lucien hummed happily as he buried his head against Mundy's hairy chest, lovingly. The Aussie closed his arms around him and held him close.
"Gosh I never imagined I'd feel all this one day."
"Feel what?"
"Wantin' to hug someone that badly."
"I feel that for you too." Lucien answered as Mundy made sure the blanket was around him properly.
"Oh-?" The Aussie blushed when he felt Lucien kiss his chest.
"Ticklish?" Lucien asked.
"Surprised." Mundy answered.
"Is it too much?"
"N-no. It's just… I didn't expect that."
Lucien stopped and just cuddled with the taller man. They both appreciated the warmth, the fingers exploring each other's silhouettes, the hands sliding on clothes and skin.
"Lu'?"
"Hm?"
"I feel weird right now…"
"Why?"
"I love you."
"And that makes you feel weird?" Lucien asked.
"Yeah… I mean… It's been a few days since, y'know, you told me that you liked me and I liked you and…"
"Oui?"
"I haven't left your side for those past few days. It's weird. Spent years on my own and I never liked people. Now, I can't get enough of you."
Lucien smiled against Mundy's chest.
"It's weird…" Mundy repeated.
"You are thinking about it in a weird way." Lucien answered.
"What d'you mean?"
"I do understand what you mean of course, as I have gone through a similar… sentimental desert for years."
"You haven't tried to get anyone?" Mundy asked.
"Non. I couldn't get her out of my head."
Mundy looked for Lucien's hand under the blanket and when he found it, he slid his fingers between the Frenchman's.
"What's her name?"
"Mary but I always would call her with my French accent 'Marie'."
"Mary…" Mundy repeated. "What's she like?"
Lucien grinned as he reopened the most colourful chapter of his life in his mind.
"She was charming, in her own way, and I never thought I could fall for a woman like her. She was American, she lived in Boston. I met her there as she worked as a waiter in a diner, similar to the one Victoria works for."
"Ah, I see."
"She had black hair that would hardly touch her shoulders. She would always wear a headband that matched her outfit. My favourite one was her blue dress, it enhanced the colour of her eyes."
"She had blue eyes?"
"Oui. Darker than mine and lighter than yours. She was about… half a foot shorter than me and the curves of her body were proof of the existence of God…"
"What d'you mean?"
"She had a slim waist and beautiful hips, oh… She had the most feminine silhouette."
"Have any pictures of her?"
Lucien frowned.
"You would want to see her?"
"If that's ok with you. I mean, if it hurts or anythin', you don't have to."
"I just fail to understand why you would like to. Wouldn't it make you feel uncomfortable? Actually, perhaps it was foolish of me to talk about her at all…" Lucien rubbed his face with a hand and frowned. "I shouldn't have."
"No, I was the one to ask, I mean, if you don't mind…?"
Lucien sighed.
"Fine, give me an instant." He got off the bed and Mundy watched him go out of the room. He thought that he might have pushed too far and his mind pictured Lucien locked up in the bathroom crying of grief, or anything worse maybe?
But no, Lucien re-appeared and sat back on the bed, his back against the wall. Mundy sat up next to him.
"Your cigs case?"
Lucien nodded as he opened the metallic case containing the nicely lined cigarettes. He pushed them slightly and retrieved the photograph hidden behind them. It wasn't facing him, but rather was turned such that Lucien needed to flip it to see it.
"Here." He took it away from the cigarette case delicately without flipping it, and handed it to Mundy.
"Can I see?"
"Oui."
Mundy flipped it.
"Oh… It's… her with…"
"Jérémy, my son, and myself."
The black and white photograph showed the three of them. Lucien, Mary and young Jérémy in the middle. Lucien was lacing his arm around Mary's hips, and she was resting her hands on Jérémy's shoulders as he smiled to the camera. The Frenchman was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers but no tie or vest. Mary was wearing a dress with a headband of the same shade of grey and Jérémy had a baseball jacket that seemed a bit too large for him.
"You three look cute in this picture. And wow, you look quite younger too."
"No grey hair and not a single worry in the world." Lucien answered.
"Why d'you keep this picture upside down?"
The Frenchman sighed.
"Because I am a heavy smoker as you know, and it is too hard to see them all the time. I keep them close to my heart, but I cannot afford to look at them. It is too strong, even after all this time."
"Right, I see. Any other pictures you have, or did you leave them in France?" Mundy asked as he gave the picture back.
"They are indeed in France but not in my possession."
"What d'you mean, 'not in your possession'?"
"I…" Lucien thought fast. He didn't want anyone to know about this but Mundy was surely the last man he was speaking to, so he might as well confess all his sins. "After Marie and Jérémy passed, I gathered all evidence of their existence, and all proof that I once was happy. Any photographs and souvenirs I put in a box and on a rainy night, I went to a park in Paris."
Mundy frowned.
"The rain was pouring on me and my clothes, drenching me to the bone. I could feel my suit sticking to my skin and all my hair was soaked. I picked the lock on the gate of that park and entered it. I walked such that I was sufficiently deep in and at some point I dropped to my knees, in the muddy grass. I took my knife out and started digging a hole with it and with my hands."
Mundy's jaw started to lower down. He could guess where it was all going.
"When the hole was sufficiently big, I lowered the box in it. The rain drops falling on it made an unbearable drumming noise. I then put the dirt back on top of it and made it look like any other mole hole."
"Holy…"
"All of what I was before is in that box which to this day lies under the ground in Paris." Lucien summed up. "I guess you surely think that I am a fool for this. But I don't want to keep secrets anymore, especially not with you."
Mundy pulled Lucien to himself and hugged him.
"No. You're not crazy. I… After my parents went away, I put my rifles, bullets, bow and arrows, everything in a large tin crate and buried it in the middle of the desert. I prayed each day that I forgot where it was so that I can't go back to it. I'd learned my lesson. With a rifle in my hands I can not only kill the bloke in my scope, but also all the other people that I don't see when I scope. So yeah, I took everything, tossed it in a box and ditched it far from anyone and anything."
Lucien snuggled against Mundy.
"We both did the same then." He said.
"Yeah. We both tried."
"And look where it led us." Lucien said as both sank down to lie on the bed and intertwined their limbs together again.
"I dug up my rifles again."
"And I went back to three-piece suits and balaclavas."
Both sighed.
"But it's the last time we do that, right?" Mundy asked.
"Oui. This is it, the final job."
Mundy was lying on his side with Lucien tightly between his arms, his head against the Aussie's chest, under his jaw.
"Love you, Lu'. Love you more and more."
"So do I."
Mundy lowered his head and kissed Lucien's still slightly damp hair.
"Mh, merci, mon loup."
[Thank you, my wolf.]
And those were the last few words they exchanged before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The minutes and hours hands spun, sweeping past the clock's face and soon the sun rose again.
"Mh… Lu'... What are you doing… Stop it… Let me sleep, please…"
"Meow."
Mundy opened his eyes.
He thought Lucien was playing with his hair on his face again but no, it was actually Perle brushing herself on Mundy's face.
"Baby cat…" He hugged her and kissed her, looking over to Lucien who was still sleeping giving his back to him.
"D'you think we should wake your Dad up?"
Perle purred and stretched under the rough fingers and the exquisite scratches all along her back.
"D'you want to wake him or…?"
"Meow." She answered and rolled to offer her belly for Mundy to scratch.
"Right, I'll do it myself then, but you need to leave, Pearl."
"Meow?"
"Cause it's not a sight for kids. You'll understand when you grow up."
"Meow…"
"No, you're still a baby, look at your big head and massive eyes. Also, your tail is very short."
"Meow!" She answered.
"Yes, it is. Now, here," He kissed her and rolled on the bed until he was at the edge to drop her on the floor. "Go and play while you wait for me to wake Papa up, ok?"
"Meow." She brushed herself on his hand one last time and trotted out of the room.
"Right, now, to us…" Mundy got closer to Lucien and if his first thought was to spoon him, the temptation to kiss him overwhelmed the man and laced his arms around Lucien to kiss his back, on his satin shirt. He shifted closer to stick his body to the Frenchman.
"Someone is happy to hug me…" The voice with the French accent sung and Mundy blushed. "Very happy, hm? Unless you keep a dagger in your underwear at all times."
"Uh, n-no, I mean, it's just that, uh, I just woke up, ok? Sorry…" Mundy shifted away from Lucien's body but the Frenchman pulled his arms to make him come back.
"When did you hear me complain about it?" He asked and Mundy came back right behind him with his happiness of the morning very much stuck to the Frenchman.
"Sorry…"
"Mmh… Don't apologise, there is no harm done. How did you sleep?" Lucien asked, revelling in his lover's arms.
"Yeah, good. Didn't have nightmares but didn't dream about you either. Could be worse and could be better."
"Hm? Have you ever dreamt about me?" Lucien asked.
"Y-n-no, I mean, I might have, once or twice, maybe, ahem, anyway, did you have a good night?"
Lucien smiled. He understood his lover's uneasiness at the question.
"Oui, I have slept well, and woke up in the arms of the man I usually dream of, day and night."
"Oh, so you dream of me sometimes?" Mundy asked.
"Of course. My mind shows me images that my mouth can barely speak of."
"Why? Is it nightmares?" Mundy asked, oblivious.
"Quite the opposite, Mundy. In fact, there are hardly any dreams more pleasant than those…"
"Oh." Mundy now caught on what Lucien was meaning. "Right, ok, wow! I'll uh…" He pushed the blanket away from him.
"Are you hot this morning?"
"W-well, yeah, a bit, I mean, it's what you said, it's like you're meaning that you dream about-"
"Oui, I do." Lucien cut him. "I did and I still do with my eyes wide open, Mundy."
He rolled to face the Aussie and sensually ran the tip of his fingers on his stomach and sides.
"Gosh…"
Shivers everywhere and Mundy shut his eyes, frowning. Then, Lucien's lips on his chest, kissing softly, nipping here and there, up to his neck, under his jaw. Mundy's fingers were twitching on their own, they were lost, paralysed. Lucien finally arrived on Mundy's lips. He kissed them slowly, taking his time to appreciate each contact, each time he pressed his thin lips against the sharpshooter's, as he ran his fingers behind Mundy's back.
Without consciously realising it, Mundy slid his hands on Lucien's slim cheeks and kissed back, passionately, his legs stretching and his toes curling under the blanket. He felt Lucien slither his legs between his.
"Gosh, Lu'..."
The Frenchman smirked and buried his head in Mundy's neck, nibbling softly there as his hands glided down Mundy's back, lower and lower until...
"Oh-?!" Mundy got startled at Lucien's sudden grasp for softness.
"Sorry, it was way too tempting." Lucien whispered in Mundy's ear.
"Yeah, nah, it's fine, it's just… I didn't expect it." Mundy lowered his head and kissed Lucien's hair. He shyly whispered. "Can I do the same to you?"
"I'm all yours."
Mundy's hands slithered down Lucien's satin, dark red pyjamas until they reached the bottom of his back.
"You sure?"
"Please."
Mundy timidly slid his palms lower and didn't see Lucien roll his eyes in bliss when the Aussie grasped the softness of the situation.
"You have wonderful hands." Lucien purred.
"Oh, uh, ok, I don't know…"
"Do with me what you wish." Lucien snuggled closer to Mundy, sticking his chest and abdomen to the Aussie.
"Oh, God…" Mundy realised that Lucien too was happy to wake up next to him. The surprise of it made his hands twitch and squeezed what they held for an instant.
"Oh!"
"Shit, sorry!" Mundy removed his hands.
"Non… It was delightful." Lucien's voice was begging for more without the words.
"C-can I-?"
"Oui."
"But you don't know what I was going to say?" Mundy chuckled.
"Whatever you want to do," Lucien raised his head to Mundy. Their eyes met and Lucien pushed Mundy's long hair away from his face.
"Please, do it."
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I'm glad to hear you're having so much fun! I'd like the RFA boys (including V, my fave as well ♡ ) reaction to MC who's super outgoing & fun in the chatroom (cracking jokes with Seven, teasing & complimenting the others, jokingly flirting & fangirling over Elizabeth 3rd) but doesn't show up to the party bc she's like super shy & awkward in person, especially since she's nervous about meeting them for the first time? How would they handle it? Sry this is oddly specific & many thanks ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ❤
awe i really like this idea! id probably be just as shy tbh lmaosince you specified MC’s gender, I’ll write this with a female MC! ^^
ZEN:
* He’s seen MC before the party as she’s visited his home, but he was so shocked to see this cute shy girl on his front door, so unlike the bubbly person he’d got used to in the RFA chatrooms!
* He figured it’s just nervousness because she’s meeting him for the first time and tried to make her as comfortable as possible, reminding her that he’s still the same person as the one she’s talked to in the messenger, but it does little to ease her nerves-MC’s stiff as a brick, stuttering short responses to Zen’s questions
* Eventually he decides to take a bolder approach-as they’re sitting on the couch sipping tea, he takes a hold of MC’s free hand and interlocks her fingers with him, bringing them up to his heart.
* “Do you feel how fast it’s beating?” he asks, his face a flush of furious red to match his eyes, “you’re the cause of it. I’m just as nervous as you are, and the only reason I can hide it so well is because of my acting skills, so please...don’t be so nervous around me. Let’s make each other feel more comfortable.”
* MC promises she’ll try, and slowly but surely manages to ease up a little around Zen, enough at least to talk normally with him (she will however McFreaking Faint if he so much as hugs her which, let’s be real, is totally valid)
* Talking to Zen has been accomplished, but going to the RFA party, where she’ll have to face dozens of strangers at once...is a completely different matter
* The day of the party, Zen woke up much earlier than she did, getting everything ready for the big day, his nervousness manifesting into an excited energy.
* MC on the other hand...wasn’t having it. The moment she woke up her stomach churned, her skin pale with terror. She couldn’t do this, it was impossible, she just can’t up and go to this party, she can’t face all these strangers at once she can’t-
* Zen immediatly noticed her anxiety, and tried his best to talk her out of it-assured her he’ll be with her the whole time, and that the rest of the RFA would have her back as well.
* If he saw that MC was still nervous, he’d hold her hand in his, and tell her it’s okay if she doesn’t want to be there, if she wants to take it slow in meeting everyone else, but that if she decided to come, he’d protect her like her knight in shining armor.
* At the end of the day, the choice is hers, and he’ll support it no matter what
JUMIN:
* The situation is somewhat similar as Zen’s-meeting MC before the party helped her get used to him, and with such big matters like Elizabeth the 3d dissappearing at hand, she had little time to let her shyness sink in-she had to be there for Jumin, and that took the most priority in her mind.
* When all was said and done however, and she’d finally gone back to the apartment to prepare for the party....her legs turned into jello, her stomach twisted uncomfortably in her belly as she realised just what would take place the next day.
* It wasn’t even just the party and the guests, it wasn’t just that she’d be meeting the rest of the RFA-Jumin had invited his father, his father’s girlfriend, all those cameramen....goosebumps appeared on her skin just at the thought of it
* She felt horribly guilty when, on the day of the party, instead of waking up and getting ready, she laid in bed curled into a ball, her breath hitched in her throat.
* Even checking the time became stressful-what was the rest of the RFA doing right now? Would they hate her for ditching them like that? Would Jumin despise her?
* She couldn’t say she wasn’t expecting a call when the hour of the party neared. Jaehee was the first to call, frantic as to why MC wasn’t there yet when she ‘was the star of this event’ according to Jumin. She let MC know just how busy the venue was, something she could judge for herself just by the hustle and bustle she could hear in the backgroung of the call.
* “I’m sorry Jaehee I just-I can’t make it. I’m really not feeling well, I’ll-I’ll send an apology to the guests after the party. Please greet them properly for me.”
* Jaehee couldn’t get another word in before MC hung up, her fingers shaking as she ended the call.
* Moments later she received another phone call, this time from Jumin.
* She expected him to yell, to ask her how she could disappoint him like this, why she’d betray his trust-
* What she didn’t expect was the sound of a moving car as Jumin answered the phone, worry ebbed in his voice.
* “MC? Where are you, what’s wrong? Jaehee said you’re not feeling well, I’ve let her take care of the guests and I’m heading your way. I haven’t managed to contact V yet and ask about the apartment’s location but I’m working on it, do you think you can meet me at the nearest street to the apartment? Do you require medical assistance?”
* He was bombarding her with questions, and she could picture his face perfectly-loosening his tie as his throat felt constricted, a scrunch forming at the bridge of his nose as his lips form a thin line, his tell-tale sign of worry.
* “Jumin I-” she couldn’t lie, not to him. “I can’t-there’s so many people coming, so many cameras, and I know I promised I’ll be right beside you, and I don’t want to betray that trust I just-I can’t do it. I’m not comfortable with this, you saw how I was just with meeting you, what if I make a fool of myself at the party?!”
* Jumin remained silent for a long moment before replying, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it before.
* “Darling, you could never betray my trust. I love you and believe in you wholeheartedly, and would never want to put you in a position you’re not comforatble with. If you feel that the party will make you nervous, then we simply won’t go. I can deal with Sarah and Glam Choi in a different way. What matters the most to me is you.”
* This boy loves MC, no questions asked. He’ll do whatever will make her happy and comfortable ((even if it makes poor Jaehee suffer orz))
YOOSUNG:
* This boy...has literally gone through hell and back for MC
* And he’d do it 100 times over, because even if he hasn’t met her, he loves her. Not for who he thought she’d be, but for who she is, and for who she helped him become.
*He’s so excited to meet her at the party, he even left the hospital early simply to be there for her...
*....Only MC is no where to be found.
* Immediatly he feels his heart drop. He’s so worried something happened to her, maybe that evil organisation got to her-maybe-
* He wastes no time in calling her, rushing out of the party venue, ready to grab Seven by the collar and get the location of Rika’s apartment out of him if he must so he can find MC.
* When MC answers, he’s shocked by the quietness of her voice, how it sounds like she’s almost trembling as she speaks. He asks her what’s wrong, if he needs his help, and she breaks down, telling him the truth about how nervous and shy she is, how she doesn’t feel like she can come to the RFA party.
* Yoosung...really gets it. He was quite similar to MC until not so long ago!
* “Okay. If you don’t want to come, then you don’t have to”, he says, and MC feels as if he’ll hang up after saying this, probably to never speak to her again, “but I’m coming to you. You’re my pre-girlfriend remember? And-listen, I’m shy too. I’d be shaking like a leaf if I were to talk to a girl on the phone at any other instance! But you changed that. You helped me become a better, braver person, and I’m still changing and evolving, thakns to you. So...let me help you change as well? Please?”
* Who can say no to this boy, srsly
* If MC’s fine with it, he’ll meet her for coffee (Although to be fair she’ll probably have to drag him back to the hospital YOOSUNG IT’S NOT SAFE TO BE OUTSIDE AFTER SUCH A SURGERY i have to break the fourth wall as a med student to say this aA)), and he’ll help her slowly meet the rest of the RFA, one at a time
* ...He’d probably leave Seven for last though lmao
SEVEN:
* I mean, neither of them was going to go to the RFA party anyway lmao
* Let’s, for the sake of this scenario, assume that they’re both attending next year’s RFA party, after the hacker incident!
* Seven’s so excited, he’s picked what suit he’ll wear weeks before the party, happy to be enjoying this with his beloved.
* MC however...doesn’t seem all that thrilled.
* He knows she’s shy-it took her so long to open up to him, he genially thought she hated him at first! She’d barely glance his way, her cheeks burning a fiery red that easily beat his hair colour the first time they’d kissed, and it took a long time for her to simply get used to his presence around her.
*He knew what it’s like to be a different person online, so he’d never judge her for it-besides, he knows both her online persona and the shy girl in front of him are the same person, just how his happy-go-lucky attitude on the messenger is just another side of him too.
* He tried his best to hype her up for the party, told her about all the pranks they could pull on Yoosung and Zen, how he’d hack the speakers to Rick Roll everyone if she wanted him to, and for a while, it seemed like she was a little excited about it to.
* The night before the party however, as Seven brought his suit out to show to MC (or maybe he brought out another cosplay to troll her lol), MC broke down, tears striking her face as she shook her head, saying she can’t she can’t do this, can’t go to a room full of strangers and act happy, she’d be so nervous she’d vomit, what if she makes a full of herself-
* Seven stops her, placing a hand on her shoulder and gripping her gently to snap her out of it.
* “We don’t have to go if you don’t feel comfortable. MC, I never, never want to pressure you into anything, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you have to go. Listen, we can spend the day just us two, we can meet the rest of the RFA at a later time and explain it to them, we don’t have to go, you hear me? I just...I want you to be happy. That’s that.”
* She shook her head. “No but-you were so excited to go, I don’t want you to miss out because of me I’m-”
* Seven laughs with a roll of his eyes, bringing his hands to wipe the tears off of MC’s face. “Do you hear yourself? I’m not missing out on anything, except the moments when I’m not with you, silly. There’ll be another RFA party time and time again, but if you never want to go to any of them, then I won’t go either. Besides...we can always troll the RFA from the comfort of our home too” he shrugs, a devilish smirk on his lips.
* He’ll definitely try and help MC to slowly come out of her comfort zone, but he realises such a feat takes time, and he’s not about to push her into a situation she won’t feel safe in. He’s happy so long as they’re together, be it at the party, at home, or at the ends of the earth.
V/JIHYUN:
* Again, for the sake of the scenario, we’re talking about a future RFA party, after everything’s been settled.
* It’s the first RFA party he’d go to in a long time, and he’s just so happy to be there with MC by his side, to make new, wonderful memories with her.
* He has to admit, when he met her he was taken aback by how shy she was-the way she spoke to him via messages, it was nothing alike to the way she stuttered as she greeted him (granted, she did think he was nothing but an AI so *shrug*)
* He was so insanely patient though, approaching her slowly, at her own pace, until she was comfortable enough around him to just be herself. He’d never wanst to upset her, and would honestly wait forever if it’s what she needed.
* So when he noticed her apprehension about the party, he didn’t think much of it-he’d talk to her about it, try to make her as comfortable as possible, tell her that both he and the rest of the RFA would be there for her no matter what.
* It seemed like she agreed, as she smiled and nodded, but that all changed the day of the party.
* V woke up with a smile on his lips, ready to face the day, only when he patted the bed next to him for MC she was no where to be found.
* He frowned, but figured she might’ve woken up before him, the nervousness for the day keeping her up.
* He was more than shocked to find her in the kitchen, tears threatening to spill from her face as she looked down into her cup of coffee.
* He’s there for her in a flash, cupping her face between his hands, kissing her eyelids as he whispers soft affirmations to her.
* “Honey, no, what’s wrong? Please don’t cry, please..”
* It took a while to calm her down, and even then feeling the tremble of her body as she spoke made his heart ache.
* “I’m sorry V, I’m so sorry I-I know you were so excited for the party but I just-I’m not ready for this. I tried, I’m trying to push myself, to be more open and social so I can be the girlfriend you can proudly bring with you to parties and gallery openings and stuff but I’m-I’m not ready” she concluded with a defeated sigh, another sob threatening to escape her lips.
* V kissed her, once, twice, held her in a tight embrace as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
* “Baby, I don’t care about any of that. If you don’t feel comfortable going to the party, then we don’t have to go, and that’s that. I don’t care about galleries or parties or anything of the sort. I care about you.” He leaned back holding MC by the shoulders as he smiled, fondness clear in his eyes. “I care about you. I love you. I do want to help you slowly get out of your comfort zone, if anything then only so you can see how much kindness can exist between strangers, how much more of the world you can experience when you put anxiety aside, but I never never want to pressure you into anything.”
* He means it. This boy just wants his girlfriend to be happy, parties be damned.
* He’s absoloutely content to spend the day cuddling MC and watching old movies; he trusts the rest of the RFA and knows the party will be just as successful even without the two of them there.
* He will do his best to slowly help MC with her shyness, and maybe, eventually-they’ll proudly stand side by side at a future RFA party.
Sorry this was sort of long lol, hope you like it!
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pleaseplease i'd give an arm and a vital organ for some hipster or punk tony stark thank you i love you and merry christmas
So I must admit, I kind of struggled with this one. There were so many possibilities, and I had several ideas, but in the end I wrote this short little fluffy, smutty, love overload that involves Punk!Tony and an established relationship. I hope it will do!
Thanks for the prompt, anon!
For those who wish to read it here on Tumblr:
Title: IronPunk
Summary: Tony Stark decides to try on the punk look, and the world, but most importantly Loki, approves.
Category: M/M
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark
Words: 3,760
Fic:
Tony had already gone viral by the time he walked into theelevator in Avenger’s Tower.
He winked at the girl with the strawberry blonde pixie cutbehind the front desk as he pressed the button to take him to the penthouse.She blinked pale blue eyes at him, and seemed too fazed to take her phone outto snap a picture.
Tony was actually a little disappointed. He knew she had arather popular blog, and was sure it would have become even more popular if shewas able to post a good picture of him on it with his new look. He had half amind to walk back out and do an impromptu photoshoot for her. After all, he didlook fantastic. His various social media’s were blowing up with compliments.
The doors closed before he could stop them, and he thoughtit was probably best. He’d been keeping Loki waiting long enough. His demi-goddidn’t like to be kept waiting.
Tony carded his hand through his now brilliant blue hair.The chains across his sleeveless leather jacket jingled as he did so, and hesmirked as he thought about the new wardrobe that would be arriving tomorrow.His outfit today had been a test drive, and it passed beautifully. Black rippedjeans, an old band t-shirt, a pair of black ankle boots with chains to tie intohis jacket, and his new hair, Tony Stark was going punk.
The best part? Nobody other than Tony and Jarvis had knownabout it until Tony walked out of his stylist’s building like a punk playboy.Oh, and how the people of New York had reacted.
Tony was used to camera’s going off in his face, but as he’dwalked to his car the people around him just stared. Their mouths were open,eyes bugging out. When the first camera snapped, it was a kid in skinny jeansand a beanie, whose hand came up slowly, his shocked face never leaving Tony,as he took the picture. Tony hadn’t stayed around long enough for the other’sto move past the initial shock, but had thrown them his signature grin beforeducking into his car.
Jarvis had updated him on how the world was reacting to hisnew look as he drove. He was trending on twitter before he made it threeblocks. His look gained its own Instagram by the time he turned into hisparking lot. #IronPunk was quickly asserted as the dominant hashtag, and Tonyfelt a little let down at the lack of creativity.
The elevator rang out as he reached the penthouse, pullingTony from his thought of a punk stylized ironman suit. The doors opened toreveal Loki, standing with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. His lovelyblack hair was loose and untamed, hovering above the shoulders of his loosegreen shirt. He wore a pair of dark trousers that Tony had not seen before, butimmediately knew he wanted to see more often if they looked as good at the backas they did on Loki’s front.
“You look sexy and pissed off,” Tony commented, eyeingLoki’s body hungrily.
“Are these new clothes and this blue hair of yours whatthese mortals are referring to when they call you punk?” Loki asked, ignoringTony.
“So you heard then?” Tony grinned. Loki’s green eyes blazed,and suddenly he had a handful Tony’s new jacket, and was yanking him roughlyout of the elevator, and against the wall beside it. “Woah, easy there Lokes;don’t damage the new clothes,” Tony joked.
Loki’s face was right in front of his, and he could smellthe cool mint of Loki’s toothpaste. It looked like his sexy little god had beena sleepy sexy little god, and had not long woken up. Tony felt himself smirk ashe thought about last night. Loki was always so sure of his strength andstamina.
I’m a god, Anthony.It’s you who’ll be struggling to keep up with me, Loki’s voice echoed inhis mind.
It looked like Tony Stark had managed to wear out the greatand powerful Loki. In which case, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved ordisappointed that he’d left so early this morning. On one hand, sleepy Lokidemanded cuddles and lazy kisses. He curled his body around Tony and held himas if he were the most precious thing in the world. He was peaceful and loveyand his hair was a mess but he didn’t care because he was so tired and needyfor affection he didn’t consciously demand but took nevertheless. It was adorable to witness. Then again, if Lokihad woken up earlier, stamina returned, he’d have wanted one of his favoriteactivities, morning sex. Usually Tony was all for it. Often actively begging,actually. However, after last night, Tony thought his ass needed a break. Evenif his cock didn’t think so.
“Thor came down and told me,” Loki said, causing a Tony tobe all sorts of confused. “He was convinced they were insulting you and yourhonor,” Loki continued.
That was just like Thor, Tony thought. It was rather sweetsometimes, how protective of his friends he was and how little he knew of mostcultures on earth.
“I thought I was going to have to teach these ants alesson,” Loki said, in a dangerous and quiet voice, and Tony was reminded thatwhile Thor was protective in the noble and legal way, Loki was possessive. Nobody touched what wasLoki’s. Nobody insulted what was Loki’s. Nobody hurt or damaged what wasLoki’s. And Tony? He was undeniably Loki’s, and everybody knew it. Loki made clear.
Tony even had “Property of Loki” temporarily tattooed on hisass for a while as a joke, and had to start seriously worrying that Loki wouldmake it permanent when the god had growledwhen he saw it and paid far too much wonderful attention to the area of hisass where it was printed on. It was only because Loki had claimed he couldnever “mark such beauty permanently” that Tony didn’t have it in real ink. Hewas still unsure how he felt about Loki’s claim that he had a beautiful ass. Itdidn’t feel like he should be the one getting his ass worshipped, not whenLoki’s existed.
“I am to assume all is well?” Loki asked, eyes boring intoTony’s.
“Yep, just a new look I’m going for,” Tony answered lightly,trying to avoid thinking about Loki’s hands exploring his body in these newclothes. His god was curious one, and those long fingers were tortures at thebest of times.
“Just as well,” Loki replied. “I’d have regretted having toleave to deal with them when I could be doing much more pleasurable things here with you,” he purred into Tony’sear. He tugged on Tony’s earlobe, and Tony’s head thudded against the wall inresponse. Loki followed, pressing his body against Tony’s. “I woke alonetoday,” Loki mused aloud, all innocent sounding as he showed, yet again, howtalented he was with that tongue of his. Tony’s breathing was already hitching,and his skinny jeans were pulling uncomfortably at the front. “I had beenlooking forward to another round this morning,” he told Tony as his handsglided down Tony’s sides. “You do know how much I love wake-up sex,” hereminded Tony, hands holding his hips now.
“Yes,” Tony groaned, eyes closed, and decided his ass wasfine now that it had taken the morning off.
Loki hummed.
“Almost as much as I love you,” Loki said, and Tony gaspedwith pleasure as he always did when Loki said such things. Loki leaned in,nosing along Tony’s jawline. “And I do love you, Anthony Stark,” he said softlybefore he placed a gentle kiss on the underside of Tony’s jaw. Tony moaned atboth his words and the sweetness of his kiss. “Let me show you,” Loki said withpromise in his voice.
“I think you showed me repeatedly last night,” Tony laughedbreathlessly. Loki always managed to get him breathless so easily. Loki’s lipstouched his as he purred, the vibrations making sure Tony stayed breathless.
“You were so flexible,”Loki recalled as he pulled back the slightest bit, his voice sounded a touchdisbelieving and awed. “I admit I might have lost myself a few times lastnight,” Loki said with amusement.
Lost himself was an understatement, and they both knew it.Loki had been wild. Like an animal in rut. He’d been possessed with thedesperation to fuck Tony until he screamed and then more. It was like hecouldn’t feel complete until he had Tony impaled on him. He’d craved Tony’srelease as if it were the secret to the nine realms. It was filthy and hot ashell, and Tony had gave as good as he got. They’d only stopped because Tonyactually worried Loki’s dick might have fallen off from over use, and they’dboth passed out from exhaustion and bliss.
Loki’s hand traveled to Tony’s ass, caressing it through thejeans. He kissed Tony as he palmed him, tongues tangling. Loki kissed like hewas reminding Tony whom he belonged to, and it had Tony sucking on his tongueenthusiastically.
“Still not satisfied?” Tony asked when they broke apart.Loki’s hips pushed forward, and the pressure was just right, of course.“Ah,” Tony gasped as Loki smiled at him evilly.
“I’m always eager to be buried in you,” Loki replied, andhis own words must have triggered some choice memories because then he waslooking at Tony as if he was his delicious dessert. Loki’s mouth was back onhis shortly, kissing him until thought was impossible.
Tony’s eyes opened to see the ceiling of their bedroom.
Loki must have teleported them during the kiss. Tony feltLoki kissing up his thighs, and frowned. He looked down to see Loki in boxersand himself naked.
“Hold on a minute, how much time did I lose?” Tony askedaloud.
“You were very reluctant to break the kiss,” Loki murmuredwith his lips still on Tony’s skin. He licked a strip across the crease betweengroin and thigh. “Although, must enthusiasm deserves reward,” Loki replied, andthen he had Tony’s cock in his mouth.
“God, Loki,” Tony groaned.
“In my experience there are many of those depending on whatrealm you are on and what culture you are in,” Loki said when he pulled offTony’s cock. He flicked the slit with his tongue, causing Tony to make achoking sound. “Midgardians seem to believe in a number of them as well,” hecontinued. “I’m aware that at one such time, I myself was among many theybelieved to be gods,” he said calmly, like he wasn’t talking into Tony’s cockas if it were a microphone. Suddenly Loki’s green eyes snapped to him. “Youbetter be referring to me in that case,” he told Tony, and there was a flair ofLoki’s jealousy. Wonderful at times. Like when he’d get jealous of someone’sattentions towards or from Tony and whisk Tony away to fuck into him thereminder that he was unequivocally Loki’s.
“Lokes, you gorgeous, sexy, possessive thing, you, please suck me,” Tony laughed a littledesperately.
“You love my possessiveness,” Loki replied smugly before heswallowed Tony whole.
Tony’s laugh turned into a moan. Loki was so right. Everylittle possessive action Loki took, from small touches to large gestures (likethat time he bought Tony a dog collarwith a ‘if found return to Loki’ tag on it), made Tony preen with joy. JealousLoki was almost too good to be true, because it always meant fantastic fucks,and Loki being hilariously petty about the whole thing. Like the time hemagically wiped the tape blank of the audio recorder a pretty reporter gettingtoo flirtatious with Tony for Loki’s had when she was interviewing Tony at acharity event. Or the time he used his magic to make the handsome man who’dtried to buy Tony a drink’s tie start to choke him. It was hilarious to watch,and the people deserved every bit of it for being so stupid as to think theycould ever get away with it. As if Tony would even glance at them when he hadLoki.
Loki chose that moment to hum, and Tony forgot all thoughtsof how much he loved Loki’s possessiveness. His hand went to Loki’s head,wrapping in the silky black strands as he thrust into Loki’s wet and hot mouth.
“Just like that,” Tony moaned. Loki’s tongue did a littletrick and Tony was not responsible for the sound that came out of him. “Fuck,Lokes, if you keep that up I’m going to-“
Loki popped off, making Tony’s strong grip on his head seemlike it was simply caressing him there. Damn his god-like strength. Loki didn’tacknowledge Tony’s cries of “no” or pleas to start blowing him again.
“So impatient today,” Loki tutted. He had a wicked smile onhis face as his fingers traced a pattern on Tony’s toned stomach. “Oh, but I’vegot plans to draw this out for quite some time,” he informed Tony.
“I’ve got interview at three,” Tony said, and it wasn’t thebest sentence he had said, but it was more grammatically put together than mostof the ones he was able to get out last night.
“I don’t think you’ll make it,” Loki replied. His fingersstarted trailing down to Tony’s ass teasingly.
“Need,” Tony said, and he wasn’t sure what exactly he wasreferring to. The press conference? Yeah. That. Definitely that. Not the sweetpromise of pleasure curtesy of Loki’s lovely fingers and talented tongue orunbelievable cock.
“What could be more important than this?” Loki asked, one ofhis fingers now circling Tony’s entrance.
Tony squealed, a sound that he would be mortified to havemade if it weren’t for how often Loki was able to pull it from it. Shouldn’tTony have gotten used to all this by now? Loki shouldn’t have be able to makehim feel so incredibly good so easily every time. It wasn’t fair. Tony wasn’tthis easy. He wasn’t. Only with Loki.
As Tony was unable to answer Loki still, Jarvis helped.
“An interview is scheduled at three o’clock this afternoonto address this wilding popular new punk look. A photoshoot will follow,” theAI said smoothly.
“Wildly popular?” Loki repeated.
“Gone,” Tony hissed as Loki’s finger pushed into him, “Goneviral.”
“Over five hundred thousand mentions on Twitter in the pasthalf hour,” Jarvis added.
“They love it,” Tony gasped as Loki started to thrust hisfinger in and out. Tony always did love how Loki could magic lube in just theright amount.
“They do?”
“Yes, sir,” Jarvis said, taking over once again as Tony wasreduced to babbling while Loki stretched him out with an added finger. “He’sjust been nominated as Punk Sex icon, regardless of only having gotten thislook in the past three hours. There are several petitions for him to appear ata coming Punk convention next month in some sort of studded thong and collar only.”
Loki’s fingers twisted and his Tony’s prostate. Tony yelledout.
“He won’t be going,” Loki stated.
“Oh come on, it’d be funnnnn,” Tony pushed himself down onLoki’s fingers.
Loki’s lips were brushing against his out of nowhere andTony tried to capture them, but Loki wouldn’t let him.
“You’ve already got a collar,” Loki said, lips touchingTony’s teasingly as he spoke. “Though this studded thong is an idea,” he said,and Tony felt the smile against his lips. He tried again to kiss him. Loki heldhim back. “You do look stunningly attractive in this punk look, so I can seewhy they’d want you as their icon. However, it sounds like these people aregetting ahead of themselves, and we wouldn’t want them to get over excited andtry to touch what isn’t theirs, wouldwe?” Loki asked as he made Tony yell out again for emphasis.
“Is that a threat or a promise I hear in your voice?” Tonymanaged to ask.
“Both,” Loki purred. His fingers left Tony’s ass, and hedipped his head. “Though, I don’t know why you’d ever consider it knowing howmuch you dislike anybody touching you without your permission, let alone seeingyou so vulnerable,” Loki said with light curiosity, his breath blowing overTony’s entrance.
“Then why do I let you see me like this?” Tony challenged, andoh god he could feel Loki’s smirk against his hole.
“Because I can do this,” Loki replied and then his tonguewas in Tony’s ass and Tony saw nothing but stars and heavenly light.
Time did that thing it did earlier and when Tony opened hiseyes he had a sticky mess on his stomach and a god tenderly caressing his ass,which was in said god’s lap. Tony frowned down at him in confusion.
“Perhaps that dye has gotten to your head,” Loki said.
“I think I blacked out from bliss,” Tony said.
“You’re welcome,” Loki smiled.
“You smug fucker,” Tony said before he reached up anddragged Loki down with him.
He kissed the smug look off Loki’s face, delighting in thelittle moans he pulled from him. Loki guided himself to Tony’s entrance as theykissed, stroking Tony’s tongue with his own as he rubbed the tip of his cockagainst him. Tony wrapped his legs around him in encouragement. They pulledapart to breathe as Loki pushed forward.
“You’re wrong, you know,” Tony said, and Loki paused to lookup at him with a little crease of confusion between his brows. “I don’t let yousee me like this because how insanely talented you are in bed,” Tony told him.He pulled Loki closer, his mouth hovering above his. “I do it because I trustyou more than anyone, more than myself, and because I love you like nobodycould ever put into words,” he whispered and pushed down on Loki’s cock.
Loki responded by kissing him desperately.
They both moaned as Loki slid in, mouths locked until hebottomed out. Loki panted above Tony as he thrust once. Tony licked into hismouth, and they started to kiss again. Loki lowered himself down onto Tony’schest, seemingly uncaring of the sticky mess still there, and distracted themboth with thrusting and tongues.
They move slow and gentle, deep thrusts that moved Tony’swhole body and pulled broken sounds from Loki’s chest. Loki’s hand cardedthrough Tony’s blue hair, and Tony felt magic caress his neck. They ended theirkiss to look down at Tony’s neck. Or rather, Loki looked down in satisfactionand Tony moved his hand to confirm his thoughts.
Loki had put Tony’s collar on.
“While I love your natural color best, this hair color suitsyou rather well,” Loki said, his fingers playing with the hair at Tony’s nape.“I also find that I like the look of studs on you,” Loki smiled, and Tony feltstudded leather bracelets appear on both his wrists. Loki looked far toopleased. “Perhaps we’ll have some fun with this another time,” Loki said.
“Those plans you alluded to before?”
“No, those too will wait,” Loki decided, and both collar andbracelets vanished. “For now, I just want this,” Loki said and captured Tony’smouth in a sweet kiss.
Tony hummed into the kiss in delight. This sex was hisfavorite. Sure, the wild and wondrous sex like last night was fun and oh-sogood, and jealous fuck-me-like-you-own-me sex was deliciously sinful, as wasquick-and-dirty-bent-over-the-chair-or-counter-or-up-against-the-nearest-vertical-surfacepossessive fucks. This type of sex, the slow and tender lovemaking kind was Tony’sfavorite.
He loved feeling Loki touching every part of him, pressedagainst him and connected in every way. The bone aching sweet kisses and heart meltinglove in each soft touch. Thrusts that spoke of love and devotion, passionatebut not just lust driven. Deep and meaningful mutual claiming that made it soimpossible for either of them to last.
This time was no exception. Loki’s thrust sped up soonenough, and Tony felt himself rocketing to his orgasm. They never stoppedkissing for longer than it took to gulp in necessary air. Their hands intertwinedas they writhed against each other with breathless, broken sounds. Everymovement said I love you a thousand times, and it was far too much for eitherof them to stand for long, though they wished they could stay in the moment foreternity.
“Loki,” Tony whispered when they broke for air once more.Loki’s face told him that his lover was close, and Tony got lost for a momentin the beauty of it. “Loki,” he repeated, and the god opened gorgeous greeneyes to him, the love in them hitting Tony so hard he forgot to breathe. “Ilove you,” Tony whispered hoarsely.
“Ah,” Loki gasped as his hips stuttered. “I love you too,”he said as they both breathed hard with impending orgasms threatening toshatter them. “I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love-“
Tony came, yelling Loki’s name as if it were the only thingin all of existence.
“-you,” Loki gasped before he was kissing Tony again andcoming.
Tony felt the hot ropes fill him, triggering another orgasm.Loki and he held onto each other, Tony pouring his love into the kiss as Lokifilled him with his own.
Eventually, they let go of each other so that Loki couldpull out and flop down beside Tony. He pulled Tony closer to him, spooning himwith an arm across his waist. They cuddled close as Loki lazily magicked awaythe mess they made.
As per usual when they had their favorite kind of sex, theywere both exhausted. Too emotionally drained and over aware of how much theyloved each other (which they wouldn’t allow anybody else to see with them inthis vulnerable sentimental state), they couldn’t move away from each other ifthey tried. They didn’t, of course. Never would because holding each other inthe afterglow of this sex was one of the best parts.
“Shall I cancel that interview?” Jarvis asked.
“Yeah,” Tony replied, eyes already drooping.
Loki kissed him right behind his ear before saying in avoice dripping with loving affection, “My punk.”
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