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alastorswifee · 2 years

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Could I please request a Leo and raph (2007 version) with an s/o who is a 8ft tall goddess (kinda like she-ra)(apparently the turtles are like 6 feet tall👀)

Of course you can sugar!<3 Oh that sounds so interesting! @artsybri31

Each variation of the boys are different heights, like in 2003 and 2012 they’re around 5ft tall and I’m like HUH???

Bayverse made them 6ft tall and such which makes sense

I can’t see the boys being shorter than 5’11 lmao

Also I totally need friends on tumblr Fr fr y’all should like dm me💀

Leonardo

• when you two first met he was in astonishment at your height

• how was a human woman physically this tall?

• when he soon found out you were a goddess, he couldn’t wrap his mind around that

• a..goddess?

• he would have a lot of questions and would ask them but not to overwhelm you

• it probably explains how lovely you look, a sight to be seen

• you really do have the look of a goddess or angel, beautiful, graceful, elegant

• you two tend to hang out almost every night when you’re both not busy

• you two enjoy each other’s company

• it’s just comforting

• the more you two were around each other the more feelings grew between you two

• at first Leo had mistaken his romantic feelings towards you as admiration

• he’s never exactly fallen in love or gotten feelings for anyone before so he never exactly understood what it was like

• as time went on, he slowly started realizing..this isn’t just admiration

• he’d catch himself staring at you often, his mind going through thoughts such as

• her voice is so calming..

• beautiful as always..

• the moonlight really brings out her features better..

• he caught himself fantasizing and thinking about you a lot

• he eventually consulted with Splinter on his issues

• Splinter was surprised, his eldest son has met a woman that makes him feel warm inside

• after hearing it all Splinter came up with the most obvious answer

• “you are in love Leonardo”

• “I’m sorry?”

• “you’ve heard me my son”

• in…in love? Leo was taken back at the statement

• “but master-…father, are you sure?”

• of course he’s sure, Leonardo if you told anyone how you felt about her they would come up with the same conclusion

• Leo stood up and bowed to Splinter before sighing

• he doesn’t know how he would go about this, the feeling is eating him up inside and it makes him want to spiral

• if he doesn’t tell her, these emotions will bottle up inside him and eventually one day, burst

• if he does tell her, one of two things can happen..

• either he gets rejected and make their friendship awkward

• or she accepts his feelings and they become a couple

• he decided that speaking his mind was the best thing to do and if something such as feelings ruined your friendship then so be it

• he planned it all out in his head, making sure he said the right things and didn’t come across weird in any way..he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable

• he confessed to you on another night of your rooftop hangout sessions

• you were taken back, he actually..fancies you?

• that’s adorable..

• you should’ve seen Leonardo’s face when you returned the feelings

• “really?..”

• Leo ended up reporting back to splinter about how it went, splinter was happy for his son and told him that one day when Y/n and Leo were both ready, he’d like to meet her

• Leo nodded and left his father’s room, he was planning to have her meet his family he just didn’t know when would be the time

• as he’s heard from April and Casey, normally people would date for a while before introductions to the family

• you don’t want to introduce a lover to the family immediately and then something goes wrong and you break up

• the relationship was actually extremely healthy and you two were thriving together

• your first kiss was cute, you had to bend down to kiss him to which he got a bit embarrassed but he loved your height so it wasn’t too much of a bother

• eventually you did get to meet the family and they were all supportive of your relationship with Leo

• Raph was a card, definitely interesting but he didn’t come around as easily as the others

• deep down he was just making sure Leo doesn’t get hurt in any way

• eventually you were to gain Raph’s trust and he was a bit more friendly to you

• by friendly I mean he didn’t scoff at you, ignore you or make any rude remarks anymore

• Leo was glad his family were okay with you, that made it better and bonus! He can have you around in the lair now

• when it comes to intimacy tho, you two prefer to be in a secluded area such as his bedroom or the rooftops

• the brothers tend to accidentally interrupt or tease you two

• so intimacy was a more private thing

• eventually you got to meet casey and April and their reactions to you in general were interesting

• April was intrigued and astonished, she adored you

• Casey was in shock and disbelief, he thought he was seeing things

• they did warm up to you tho and treated you like family

• You would be observing the city and humans and a part of you would feel a bit insecure at your height

• you tend to see a lot of women being shorter than men or their lovers(it’s not always like that but you don’t always see a woman who’s taller than her lover)

• Leo would pick up on the insecurity and assure you that your height is what makes you special, it’s unique and one of your best traits

• even if you weren’t the same height as you were now he would still love you

• Leo tends to compliment you here and there, a little more than he usually does

• you don’t need to ask for reassurance because he always gives it to you

• there would be times where Leo would have April go out and get him flowers

• he likes doing little gestures such as that for you

• you found it so sweet

• he even gives you little trinkets and such that he tends to find

• you always keep them in a safe place so you don’t lose them

• dates for you two include movie nights, meditation sessions together, cuddling and reading, cooking together

• oh yeah did I mention?

• you two cook together at times, teaching each other recipes and trying new things together

• baking is another nice thing you two tend to do together

• when you’re finished making meals and desserts, you both would cuddle and eat

• he would take some back for his family too

• Mikey loves both of you guys’ cooking and even asked for you two to teach him

• leo tells you loads of stories of him and his brothers, he even told you stories of when he went away to train

• then when he told you about winters and the stone generals, you were astonished

• they got to witness something that was meant to be just a legend told to kids around a campfire

• you tend to jokingly call him short nicknames to tease him

• at first they used to make him give this ‘seriously?’ Look but now he got used to it and just chuckles

• “hey shorty” “hey hana”

• he often asks you to join him in meditation or to watch him train

• he even offers to let you train with him

• Leo was astonished at the thought of actually having a lover, he didn’t think the day would come where he’d find someone

• him and his brothers accepted that they wouldn’t and here you are proving him wrong

• he’s so thankful to have someone as amazing as you in his life..how did he get so lucky?

• you two had a conversation similar to this while cuddling one night

• “hey hana..”

“hm?”

“Thank you so much..”

“for what?”

“For loving me..being with me..making me happier than I’ve ever been..”

• you stared at him with soft eyes as your heart started to swell

• he’s such a sweetheart…

• you don’t know what you did to have such an amazing lover..

Raphael

• when you two first met he almost immediately gawked at your height

• he felt a bit intimidated because of that aspect but..how can someone who looks so beautiful and graceful, give off an intimidating vibe

• he’s fought tall enemies in his past but something felt different with you

• when you told him you were a goddess, he stared at you with this ‘yeah right’ look

• there’s no way, there’s no such thing

• when he saw your face, he realized you were serious and scoffed in response

• goddess yeah right..

• he wouldn’t exactly try to stick around you but he was intrigued by you so don’t be surprised when you two tend to ‘coincidentally’ stumble upon each other on rooftops

• eventually you two would end up doing more than just small talk

• you two got a bit closer and you got to know the turtle beyond his snarky remarks and passive aggressive attitude

• you were curious about the whole turtle thing so you decided to ask

• he did answer your questions, the story was definitely interesting

• he did have his fair share of questions for you and you happily cooperated by answering

• it took him a bit to process it but he got the gist of it

• you asked him if one day you could maybe meet his family, he said he’ll think about it

• as nice as you are to talk to, he doesn’t know your intentions or anything

• he still didn’t fully trust you

• what was a once in a while meet up became a nightly routine

• he found himself always thinking about you and longing to be around you

• it was sickening, what’s so special about you that makes him come back for more??

• he decided to talk to Casey about these stupid feelings

• Casey was amused at what he heard his best friend explain to him

• “raph..I think you might have a crush” cue Casey laughing to tease the turtle

• “a..crush? Yer messin with me”

• no raph, he’s not

�� Raph would lay in bed thinking about this

• he’s never had a thing for anyone before..why her?

• what the hell did she do to make him feel so..vulnerable

• should he tell her? No…maybe? Fuck..

• he didn’t want to admit he had the hots for some chick he randomly met one night

• he already came to terms with the fact that him and his brothers won’t find love

• plus..she’s a beautiful goddess and he’s a…mutant turtle..

• there’s no way in hell he’d actually be her type

• this debate on telling her how he felt has been haunting the turtle for a literal month now

• Casey kept trying to encourage raph to tell her but the thought of rejection and ruining this nice thing he had going for him was huge

• he doesn’t know how she feels and how she’d react

• this shit was terrifying

• Casey brought it up to April and asked her to try and talk to him about it

• April invited Raph over and talked to him, she tried to encourage him and even gave him pointers on how to confess

• Raph was a bit stubborn during the whole thing but in the end, Casey and April were right..he can’t hide this forever

• it’s eating him up from the inside out and it’s fucking annoying

• he eventually manned up and told you to meet him on your rooftop in about an hour

• he needed time to think out what to say and how to say it

• he suddenly got this HUGE wave of anxiety rushing through him

• all that was circling his mind was ‘what if’

• he was so lost in his mental panic and thoughts, he didn’t realize you got up to the rooftop

• you tapped his shoulder and he jumped, quickly turning to face you

• “did I scare you?” You would tease him

• he would sigh a little and shake his head

• “can we talk?”

• he confessed, he messed up here and there by stumbling over words and finding it way harder to talk than when he planned it all in his head

• but in the end he told you how he felt and what do you do? You reciprocate your feelings

• raph paused and felt his heart beating out of his chest

• she..likes him back

• someone pinch him right now

• the biggest feeling of relief washed over him as he heard you return said feelings

• success!!

• whenever you two kiss you either bend down or lift him up

• he doesn’t want to admit he likes it but…he likes it

• he will have moments where he’s soft around you

• he tends to get defensive when you point it out tho

• one thing he loves and won’t admit is when you hug him from behind or surprise him with a kiss

• he ended up bringing you to meet his family eventually, splinter first of course

• the amount of teasing that Mikey planned to put Raph through is phenomenal

• Leo and Donnie were really nice to you and welcomed you to the family

• splinter approves of you and your relationship with the second oldest of his sons

• Mikey adores you! He tends to ask you to lift him up a lot, he wishes he were as tall as you were

• Raph gets jealous easily tho and would steal you away from his brothers

• if anyone accuses him of jealousy, he’ll shrug it off or get defensive

• you do call him short names here and there to tease him

• at first it got on his nerves a little but then he got used to it and just let you be

• date nights with him include nighttime strolls and such along rooftops, stargazing, cuddling and watching movies and nighttime rides

• raph loves taking you on motorcycle rides

• riding it makes him feel at ease and almost free

• when you’re with him while he’s driving, it’s like Heaven

• it’s like a fantasy of you two leaving everything behind and driving far far away to start a life of your own with each other

• oh you got to meet Casey and April!

• at first their reactions were a bit normal like “nice to meet you” “holy shit you’re tall..”

• when they found out you were the one raph had feelings for they instantly got more interested

• so this is the woman who caught raph’s heart

• something that you tend to notice was that when Raph gets tired(sleepy), he’s really honest

• you first realized when you two were cuddling on his bed and he started falling asleep slowly

• he started mumbling randomly, it was quiet but loud enough for you to make out what he’s saying

• “yer amazin..”

“ thank you for lovin me..”

• when you bring it up in the morning, he gives you a confused look

• he remembers what he said, he just felt too embarrassed to admit it

• he means it tho..he adores you with every bit of his being

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Trial Failure

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader enemies to lovers!

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Masterlist

You were sitting in your car a few months later, sending Peter a text telling him to be safe on patrol. Before you could get out of you car, you heard a knock at your window. You jumped and looked up to see Spiderman standing outside your car with his hands on his hips.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.” Peter said as he rested his hands on an invisible belt.

“What did I do, officer?” You played along.

“It says here that you don’t have a permit for being that pretty.” Peter replied.

“Aw.” You chuckled a little. “You’re such a loser.”

“Shut up.” He laughed. “It’s dark already. Let me walk you home.”

“In the suit?” You asked as you got out of the car. “I feel so fancy.”

“Only the best for my lady.” He said as he took your hand. “It’s so creepy in here. I wish your parking lot wasn’t so far from the actual building.”

“Me either.” You shrugged. “But at least I have a parking lot. May still has to park on the street. She and I complain about it a lot when you’re not around.”

“Well I would also have my license if I wasn’t so busy, you know, saving New York or whatever.” Peter shrugged.

“Shut up.” You laughed as you leaned into him. You slipped your hand into his gloved one and fell into a comfortable silence.

When you passed by the bodega near your apartment, you caught the attention of a man sleeping outside.

“Hey.” He chuckled and pointed at Peter. “You’re that spider guy.”

“You can call me Spiderman.” Peter said kindly.

“Okay Spiderman. And who’s this?” His attention shifted to you. “Spider-Man has a girlfriend?”

“No.” Peter said quickly and dropped your hand. “We just met. I’m just doing my duty and walking her home.”

The man didn’t take his eyes off of you, which made you step closer to Peter.

“Yeah?” The man asked. “And where’s that?”

“Nowhere.” You answered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“All right.” The man narrowed his eyes at you. “I hope I’ll be seeing you again, beautiful.”

“You won’t.” Peter said, trying to keep his tone neutral. “Have a nice night, sir.”

Peter put his hand on your back and quickly lead you away. He stayed silent until you got to your apartment building, the tension between you palpable.

“I shouldn’t come in.” Peter said. “Not while I’m in the suit. People shouldn’t see Spiderman going into your apartment.”

“No ones around.” You chuckled to break the tension. “I think it’s fine.”

“I can’t.” Peter shook his head. “Your neighbor could see me or the cameras could pick me up or-“

“Hey.” You cut him off with a smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to come up. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” Peter sighed sadly, hating to have to leave you without a kiss goodnight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once Peter had swung away, you blew him a kiss when you knew no one could see. You went inside and didn’t give the night another thought. Elsewhere, Peter was torn up over what had happened. The way the man had been looking at you was shaking him up. He let it go for the time being, but it stayed with him in the back of his mind.

The next night, you were making the ten minute walk from your apartment to Peter’s. You put your keys between your fingers and kept your head straight as you walked. When you passed the bodega near your apartment, the man from the night before noticed you.

“Hey, aren’t you Spider-Man’s girlfriend?” He asked with a wicked grin. You ignored him and kept walking, picking up your pace as he followed.

“You are, aren’t you?” He continued when you didn’t respond.

“No.” You said flatly.

“Yes you are.” He cooed. “You’re pretty.”

You ignored him and sharply turned a corner, but he followed.

“Hey!” He called after you. “Don’t I get a thank you?”

“No.” You called back. “You don’t.”

“You know.” He seized your arm suddenly, making you stop. “I don’t like Spiderman that much. He webbed up my buddy and got him sent to jail.”

“Aw. Poor you.” You said as you pulled yourself out of his grip.

“No, pretty girl.” He shook his head. “Poor you.”

You watched his hand disappear into his pocket and soon heard the click of switch blade.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you backed away from him.

“He took my buddy from me. I wanna take something from him.” The man growled as he held the knife up to your throat. Your back hit the wall as you craned your neck away from his blade. You could feel the sharp blade against your throat and felt a cold panic run down your spine.

“Wait, please.” You gulped as your hand went into your pocket. “Don’t hurt me. I have a baby sister at home. She needs me.”

“Aw.” He said sarcastically. “Do you?”

“I do.” You nodded and pulled something out of your pocket. “She needs me to take care of her. I’ll show you.”

Instead of pulling out a picture, you pulled out your pepper spray and sprayed it in his eyes. He backed away screaming and you took this opportunity to punch him in the throat. He doubled over in pain, so you swiftly kicked him in the stomach and took off. You didn’t stop running until you reached Peter’s apartment, never once looking back. Once you were in his room, Peter caught sight of your messy hair and the tiny red line on your neck and immediately panicked.

“Woah, are you okay?” He cupped your face so you’d look at him. “What happened to you?”

“I’m fine.” You huffed and dropped your bag. “It was that stupid guy from last night.”

“What guy?” Peter asked as he fumbled through his desk for a bandaid.

“The one we passed by the bodega. I saw him again.” You explained as Peter’s shaking hand out a bandaid in your neck.

“What happened?” Peter asked. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. I had my pepper spray on me.” You told him.

“Did he try to hurt you?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrugged. “I think he just liked that I was your girlfriend. Apparently he’s not much of a Spiderman fan.”

Peter withdrew his hands from you when he heard this as if he was scared to hurt you further.

“He attacked you because of me?” He asked quietly.

“No. He tried to attack me because of you. Pepper spray, remember?” You cracked a smile, but Peter didn’t return it.

“Peter, I handled it. It’s fine.” You put your hands on his face when you noticed how scared he looked.

“He…he shouldn’t have done that.” Peter stammered. “You didn’t do anything. He had no reason to go after you.”

He pulled away from you again and ran his fingers through his hair. He was deeply distraught over this, even though you were okay. You reached out for Peter again but he swatted your hand away.

“Peter, it’s okay.” You said quietly. “I’m okay. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing compared to what could have happened.” He corrected you.

“Look, I was really scared back there. I understand if you’re scared too, but I’m on your side here.” You said softly. “You can’t pull away from me right now. I need you. I need my boyfriend to tell me it’s okay.”

Peter’s face softened when you showed a rare sign of vulnerability. He slowly opened his arms to you and you stepped into them. Peter wrapped his arms around your body and rubbed your back and you took a deep inhale.

“I love you.” He said before kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. I got you, princess.”

“I love you too.” You mumbled against his chest.

Peter looked up at the ceiling to keep tears from falling down his face as he held you. He let out a deep sigh as he rubbed your back, silently thinking about the effect this would have on his future.

Especially his future with you.

“Some guy attacked Y/n because he saw her with Spider-man the night before.” Peter said as he set his lunch down. Ned stopped eating and let his jaw drop.

“Are you serious?” He said with a full mouth.

“Yeah. I put one of his friends in jail so he went after her. She had nothing to do with it but he still targeted her. Because of me, Ned. It’s my fault he went after her.” Peter sighed and rubbed his face.

“Dude, it’s not your fault.” Ned said. “You didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

“But now I do.” Peter stated. “And it’s only gonna get worse from here. I mean, you’ve seen the guys that have gone after Mr. Stark and Pepper. What if some guy tries to hurt Y/n to get to me? Someone a lot worse then some hobo with a switchblade.”

“You don’t know that will happen.”

“But I know that it could if I continue to date her.” Peter sighed again. Ned furrowed his eyebrows when he heard this, jumping to the conclusions of what that could mean.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do.” Peter said quietly. “I think I have to break up with her.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ned leaned forward to ask.

“How else am I supposed to keep her safe?” Peter’s bottom lip began to tremble. “As long as she’s my girlfriend, she has a target on her back. I can’t knowingly put her in danger like that.”

“But, Peter. You love her. And she loves you. You can’t just end it.” Ned countered.

“I have to end it because I love her.” Peter explained. “I have to love her enough to put her safety over my happiness.”

“She’s gonna hate you.” Ned shook his head. “You know her.”

“Maybe not. Maybe she’ll understand.” Peter said hopefully.

“I don’t know, man.” Ned sighed. “I think you found something really good here. I don’t think you should mess it up.”

“But if she got hurt because of me...” Peter trailed off. “I’d never forgive myself. I can’t risk it.”

“I’ll support you either way.” Ned said. “But only if you stay with her.”

“That’s not really supporting me either way.”

“Yeah. Because I think your way is really dumb.” Ned deadpanned.

“It’s not dumb. She could’ve been killed.” Peter protested.

“Do you honestly think she’ll let you break up with her over this?” Ned asked. “Shes gonna tell you that you’re ridiculous and she can protect herself.”

“Then I won’t tell her my reasoning.” Peter decided. “I love her but she’s stubborn as hell. Especially with me. If that reason isn’t good enough for her then she won’t get a reason at all.”

“Peter, that’s even worse.” Ned whined. “There’s no coming back from that. You know how much she values communication. That will crush her.”

“I’d rather her have a broken heart then be killed.” Peter said simply. “She’ll hate me for a while, sure, but at least she’ll be safe.”

“I don’t know about this.” Ned frowned. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Before Peter could answer, you sat down at the lunch table with a smile. Peter gave Ned a look that told him to cease all conversation of the breakup, which made Ned look away.

“Hey guys.” You smiled. “What’s going on over here? You both look so sad. Did you break up or something?”

Peter and Ned froze at your joke, giving each other a knowing look. You looked between the two of them and noticed the icy tension.

“Woah.” You laughed awkwardly. “I was kidding. Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.” Peter lied as he kept his eyes on Ned. Ned stayed silent, knowing he couldn’t lie to you.

“Okay.” You said skeptically. “Are we still gonna hang out after school, Petey?”

“Yeah.” Peter gave you a tight smile. “We can talk after school.”

Ned let out a sad laugh before looking at Peter. He silently picked up his backpack and left the table, not wanting to be a part of Peter breaking your heart.

“What was that all about?” You asked once Ned left.

“I don’t know.” Peter said without looking at you. The guilt was already eating away at him and he hadn’t even broken up with you yet. You changed the subject and started to talk about something else, but Peter barely heard. He felt sick to his stomach, knowing he was acting like everything was fine when he had every intention of breaking up with you. When the bell rang, Peter snapped out of it and looked at you longingly. You gave him a small smile, having no idea what was coming. It broke Peter’s heart to know this was the last time you’d be happy while looking at him. Peter leaned in to kiss you, letting it linger much longer than usual. He figured it would be your last kiss, and he wanted to make it last. When he pulled away, you had confusion in your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked. “That felt like a goodbye kiss.”

“I’m okay.” Peter nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

Peter avoided you the best he could for the rest of the day. Once the last bell rang, he bolted out of school with stopping at his locker. He had felt sick all day because of his decision. He was so wrapped up in his guilt, he didn’t even hear you knock at his door.

“Hey, Petey.” You smiled as you shut his bedroom door behind you. “I looked for you at the lockers but you weren’t there. Did you run home or something?”

Peter jumped when he heard your voice and whipped around, all the color draining from his face.

“Um. Yeah.�� He stammered. “I did.”

You were quick to notice his off behavior and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you approached him. Peter took a single step back from you, so you didn’t move any closer.

“Um…I have to talk to you about something.” Peter said quietly as he stared at your feet.

“Okay.” You folded your arms. “Is everything okay?”

“I think…” Peter gulped and shut his eyes. “I think we should break up.”

“What?” You chuckled as you raised your eyebrow.

“I don’t think a relationship is right for me right now.” Peter lied, finally looking up at you. “I think I need to be on my own.”

“That’s not funny, Peter.” Your smile fell as glared at him.

“I’m being serious.” He said weakly. “I don’t want us to be together anymore.”

“Why?” You asked as your eyes glassed over. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I was into it, and now I’m not. So I want to break up.”

“That’s all I get? “I don’t know?” We spend six months in love but all the sudden, you don’t know?” You asked as a tear fell from your eyes. Peter had to look away, knowing he wouldn’t be able to continue if he saw you cry.

“Look, I just changed my mind okay? It’s nothing personal.” He said as he looked at the ceiling.

“Really? Because it feels a little personal.”

“We can still be friends.” He offered. “We said we’d give this a try, and we did. It just didn’t work out.”

“So the trip to the graveyard, you telling me your secret, bringing me to meet your team, all the kisses in your bedroom and the sex in mine, was all of that it not working out for you?” You asked him.

“No.” He swore. “That’s not...this isn’t about that.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?” You raised your voice. “Did you just use me for sex? Is that all this was? Some twisted way to get into my pants?”

“No.” Peter shook his head rapidly. “I loved you, I just-“

“Loved?” You cut him off and laughed sadly. Peter watched as you wiped the tears from your face with a broken heart.

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. “I wish I had something better to tell you. But my mind is made up. We can’t be together.”

“What did I do?” You whispered through your tears.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything.” Peter promised as he took a step towards you, needing to hold you. This time, you were the one who backed away.

“Then why don’t you want me?” Your voice trembled as you struggled to look at him. Peter let out a ragged breath, shaking his head to try and convey that he didn’t mean anything he was saying.

“I…I don’t know.” He croaked. “I just don’t.”

“How do you not know?” You yelled tearfully.

“I just don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t know my feelings would change.”

“But how could they change so fast? All those things you said to me, “That’s the only pain I’ll ever put you in”. ,you mimicked his voice, “Was all that just bullshit?”

“No.” He stated. “I meant it when I said that.”

“And I believed you. God, how could I be so stupid?” You cried.

“You’re not stupid.” Peter began to cry as well. “You’re just not what I want.”

“Not what you want?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you repeated his words.

“I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Can you please try to understand that?” He begged, trying to salvage any sort of relationship with you that he could.

“No. Fuck you. I hate you.” You whimpered.

“You don’t mean that.” Peter said as he stepped closer to you.

“Yes I do. I never should’ve given you a chance. I fucking hate you, Peter Parker.” You cried as you hit his chest. “I wish we never met.”

“Please, don’t leave.” Peter pleaded as you grabbed your bag. “We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want anything to do with you.” You sniffled as you went for the door. At this point, Peter was deeply regretting his decision. He knew he should have told you how he was feeling instead of acting irrationally.

“Wait. I think I made a mistake.” His hands began to tremble as a panic ran down his spine.

“No, I did.” You told him. “The mistake was believing you when you told me you loved me.”

“I do love you.” Peter said weakly.

“Then why are you breaking me?” You yelled at him. You and Peter fell into a defeating silence, both standing there with tears falling. You looked down at your feet and wiped your face, sucking in a sharp breath before speaking.

“You said you’d never break my heart.” You said quietly. You slowly looked up at Peter and sized him up and down with your eyes. In that moment, he was no longer the boy you grew to love. He had reverted back to being your enemy, and so you had just one word for him.

“Liar.”

With that, you turned around and left his apartment. Your word suck into Peter like venom and he felt physically ill. He stumbled back and fell down on his bed, his full emotions finally being felt. Peter put his hand over his mouth and cried so hard that he began to dry heave. He was realizing much too late that Ned had been right. With the way Peter was feeling, he knew he had not made the right decision. He just chased his first love away in a mess of tears and shards of a broken heart.

You ignored the calls and texts from Peter for the following week. He didn’t want to bombard you, so he sent his usual good morning and goodnight texts with a little “please talk to me” at the end. After three days of tearing up whenever his name popped up on your screen, you blocked his number.

May let you in one night when he was on patrol so you could collect your things. You grabbed the shirts and underwear you kept in his drawer from all the times you “accidentally” slept over. You took your chapstick on his bed table, hairbrush on his dresser, and the toothbrush you kept in his bathroom. You held the box of your things against your hip and looked around his room. He had your project, the one that initially brought the two of you together, framed on his wall. You looked down at the ground, feeling like you might break if you looked at it, and left his room.

“Did you get everything?” May asked when you came back into the kitchen.

“I think so.” You said quietly, not trusting your voice not to break.

“I don’t understand him sometimes.” She frowned. “He loved you so much. I can’t understand why he’d do this.”

“Yeah.” You smiled tightly. “I can’t either.”

“Come here.” May opened her arms to you and you stepped into them. She blew cold air on your neck as you cried against her shoulder.

“He’s the smartest guy I know.” She said as she rubbed your back. “But he’s also incredibly stupid.”

“I know.” You laughed through your tears.

“He’ll come around.” She cupped your face and wiped your tears with her thumbs. “I can tell that he already regrets it. Give him a few days and he’ll be begging at your feet for forgiveness.”

“Maybe.” You smiled sadly. “Thanks for letting me in. I should go before he comes back.”

“Wait. Before you go.” May said as she took a bottle of body spray out of your box. She took your hand and lead you to Peter’s room, where she sprayed the body spray into the air.

“There.” She smiled. “That’ll torture him when he gets back. He’ll think he’s being haunted by you.”

“May.” You laughed at her ingenious. “That’s so mean.”

“He was meaner.” She shrugged. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

You said goodbye to May and went to your next stop. This one being the Avengers tower. Tony put your face in the facial recognition system, so you had no trouble getting in. You got most of your things from Peter’s room, but took a page out of May’s book and left something on purpose. After collecting the rest of your things, you went into the kitchen. You slammed the box on the table and let out a loud sigh. An equally distraught sigh coming from behind the box made you jump out of your skin. You moved the box to the side and lo and behold, Bucky was sitting at the table scribbling in a small black notebook.

“Oh, sorry.” You blinked a few times to gather yourself. “I was just collecting my things. I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“I’m not usually here.” He said without looking up. “But I’m making amends and Stark is on my list.”

“Amends?” You asked curiously as you fixed your hair. Bucky put the notebook down and looked up at you, his piercing gaze sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ve done some bad things.” He said simply. You gulped and looked him up and down, which he noticed. You weren’t really thinking straight when you walked over to him and ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“Wanna do some more?” You said slowly. Bucky moved away from your hand and gave you a strange look.

“What?” He asked you.

“I like doing bad things too.” You shrugged as you played with his jacket. “And I like having bad things done to me. If you’d like, I could show you.”

“Aren’t you dating the spider kid?”

“Nope.” You popped the p. “Not anymore. I’m free to do whoever, sorry, whatever I want.”

“How old are you?” Bucky narrowed his eyes at you.

“Old enough.” You cracked a smile and traced your fingernail down his face.

“So am I.” He said as he caught your hand. “Old enough to be a fossil. You don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Says who?” You pouted as you put your knee between his legs. You were leaning over him now, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“Says me. Goodnight.” Bucky got out of his chair and brushed past you.

“Wait.” You said, and he stopped.

“What?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, drumming your fingers on his back.

“I’m 18, I’m hot, and I’m really fucking horny.” You told him. “Why don’t you stay a while?”

“I was 18 almost 90 years ago.” He replied. “You’re a child. It would be really wrong.”

“But it would feel really, really good.” You whispered. Bucky stared at you for a long time as he contemplated it.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said finally.

“Yes I do.” You insisted. “I always have. Why don’t you show me what this arm does?”

“You don’t want me.” He repeated. “You want me to take your pain away. And you want to do it in a way that would hurt Peter the most. Am I right?”

You slowly took your arms away from him as you realized he just read you to filth.

“How did you know that?” You wondered.

“I go to therapy.” He shrugged. “A lot of therapy.”

You fully withdrew yourself from him now, feeling slightly embarrassed for coming on to him. Bucky could see that you had taken your guard down and relaxed as well.

“Thanks.” You said sheepishly as you adverted your eyes.

“For what?” He wondered.

“For being a good guy and not taking advantage of a sad girl.” You gave him a sad smile. Bucky cracked an awkward smile back at you, like it was something he wasn’t used to doing.

“I’m not normally described as a good guy.” He told you.

“You’re making amends right?” You gestured to the notebook. “Every one you make is another step towards being a better guy. It may not feel like it yet, but you’ll get there.”

“I guess you’re right.” He nodded a little, like he was too shy to fully agree with you. You smiled kindly at him, feeling like he could use a little tenderness.

“Have a goodnight, James.” You said as you picked up your box of belongings.

“Night.” He nodded at you before you left the room.

You took your things back to your apartment and went straight to sleep. Bucky had managed to relieve some of your pain, even if it was just a little. Ever since the breakup, you’ve been cursing the very existence of men. If someone as kind and innocent as Peter could break your heart, you weren’t sure there was any man out there you could trust. But after your brief conversation with Bucky, your hope was restored.

Meanwhile, Peter was making an opposite discovery. After patrol, he went back to his room and immediately spelled your scent. His eyes glassed over as you looked around, noticing all your missing items. He suddenly got a message from FRIDAY that someone had been in his room at the tower. He swung to the tower as fast as he could, but he got held up stopping some bad guys. By the time he finally made it there, you were gone.

“Damn it.” Peter smacked his dresser as he looked around his empty room. “FRIDAY, did Y/n come in here?”

“Yes.” FRIDAY answered. Peter looked in his drawers and bathroom and just as he expected, all of your things were gone. He sat down on his bed and defeat and rubbed his face.

“If she took all her things back, she’s done with me.” Peter mumbled as a tear rolled down his eye.

“Maybe not.” FRIDAY replied.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re sitting on something.” FRIDAY said, making Peter move. Underneath himself, he found the t shirt of yours that he had been sleeping with. There was no way you wouldn’t have recognized it, and it had been left out in the open. Peter held the shirt to his nose and took a whiff, inhaling your scent once again. A glimmer of hope sparked inside him with the discovery of the shirt. If you left it on purpose, maybe there was still a chance for the two of you.

“FRIDAY, where did Y/n go once she left my room?” Peter wondered. Maybe he could still catch up to you.

“The kitchen.” FRIDAY answered.

“In the kitchen?” Peter asked. “Why would she be in there?”

“You can see for yourself.” FRIDAY said as he projected the security footage onto Peter’s wall. Peter looked up to see you and Bucky in the kitchen, having a conversation. He couldn’t hear the audio, but he could see you playing with his hair and flirting with him. Peter dropped the shirt as a white hot jealousy ran through him.

“Turn it off, FRIDAY.” Peter swallowed angrily. “I’ve seen enough.”

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Proud of You - Haz Osterfield

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Requested? Nah. 1,300 words Jerk!Haz, Y/C = Your Country

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You and Harrison were both very busy people. He's an actor and you were preparing for Miss Universe. You never got to see each other, but somehow luck was on your side when you and Harrison had the same day off. Both of you decided to go on a date at a fancy restaurant because it's been so long since you've done that.

You were both eating and talking when suddenly you brought up the Miss Universe topic not knowing that it would tick him off.

"You know, when I'm already Miss Universe, we can't be together all the time, right? Also, our relationship should be lowkey and not broadcasted to the world." You mentioned.

Harrison's jaw clenched before he said, "So what am I supposed to do? Do you even love me?"

"Of course, I do." You told him and reached for his hand on the table. Your thumb rubbed the top of his hand, hoping it would somehow calm him down. He kind of has a temper.

"If I can't even show you off, why do you want to continue? You think that's more important than our relationship?" He asked you. Your jaw dropped in shock as you slowly retracted your hand from his.

"How could you ask me that?" You asked with a hurt look on your face.

"Just choose one. Is it me or that stupid pageant? If you pick me, we can forget that this conversation ever happened and quit the pageant. If you choose the pageant, it was nice knowing you."

"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" You were gobsmacked. Harrison just shrugged as he continued eating. You thought about it for a while and when you made a conclusion in your head, you took a sip of your wine and cleared your throat.

"I pick the stupid pageant." You said and his eyes were wide in surprise. "You're welcome to watch the show and see me. I'll even save you a seat. If you come, I forgive you and we can still be together. If you don't come, I still forgive you anyway and it'll be clear to me that what we have is officially over."

"Don't tire yourself because we're officially over now." He said as he took out his wallet, taking out some bills and putting it on the table. "Enjoy your dinner." He said before standing up and leaving.

You watched him walk away and you just shrugged and stayed put. Your focus was on the pageant and not on Harrison. It was more important.

Today's the day of the pageant and you were extremely nervous. You were already halfway through the event and they were already about to announce who gets to be on the Top 5.

You weren't paying attention, actually. You just kept clapping whenever you heard clapping. Four countries were already called and your nerves were eating you alive. Just then, your country was called last.

You were shocked and everyone around you was encouraging you to go in front. You did as you were told and you smiled at everyone as you walked to where the four ladies were standing.

It was now time for the first round of Q&A. If you get a spot in the top 3, there'd be another round of Q&A. You were extremely nervous, but you didn't let it show. You wanted to focus.

The ladies before you did very well in answering the questions. Two of them needed translators and you just wished that the translator was able to get the ladies' point across.

It was now your turn and you picked a number. "Number 5." You said as you looked for the judge assigned to you. She seemed like a kind lady.

"Good evening. My question for you is, if you have to choose between your lover and being Miss Universe, which would you pick and why?"

Damn. That hit home.

The host handed you a mic and you smiled, "Good evening, everyone! If I have to choose between a lover and being Miss Universe, I would pick being Miss Universe because lovers come and go, but being Miss Universe can only happen once in my life and it rarely happens to anyone. If my lover really loved me, they would understand my reasons and they wouldn't let me pick. Love has no limitations and if my lover tells me that they'll stop loving me once I join this pageant, they're clearly not the one for me. If someone loves you, they'll support and love you no matter what. Thank you."

You gave the mic back to the host before walking back to your place. "Thank you, Ms. Y/C!" The host said.

You smiled and internally calmed yourself down.

Unbeknownst to you, Harrison was there with Tom. They were both watching you live and Tom gave Harrison the side eye when you answered. They both knew it was sort of a dig at him and Harrison knew he deserved it after being an ass.

"If she gets in the top three, it's partly the reason of your break up." Tom joked. "If your break up didn't happen, she wouldn't have an answer for that question."

"Shut up, Tom." Harrison groaned.

Just then, it was now time to announce the top three. Two countries were already called and there were three of you left. They needed another country on the list and you were certain that you weren't going to be called because you felt like your answer wasn't up to their standards.

But you were surprised when they called you again and you were so grateful that you were able to make it this far. You walked to the two ladies and you smiled at them both.

The second round of Q&A started and you knew you'd be the last to answer the question. So, you focused this time; only thinking about the pageant.

When it was your turn, the same question was asked to you: "How will you use your platform to encourage the youth?"

"Today's youth have troubled mental health and it's a problem that needs to be solved. With my platform, I can help those who have deteriorating mental health and I can also educate people who have no knowledge about it. With this in mind, I want to encourage the youth to help each other by lifting each other up and not tearing each other down to make ourselves feel or look better. The world can be a beautiful place if we do our part and take care of our mental health. The world will even be more beautiful if we all reach out to one another and say that they matter and the world will be different without them in it. Thank you." You smiled and everyone cheered before walking back to your place.

The things after that were all a blur and next thing you knew, you're being crowned as the new Miss Universe. You were so shocked and you were tearing up as you did your first walk as Miss Universe.

You looked at the seat that you reserved for Harrison and your face fell when you saw that it was empty. You quickly changed your facial expression, hoping that no one noticed. You waved and smiled at everyone as they cheered and took pictures.

Tom and Harrison were sitting far from the seat you reserved and they were clapping.

"She won. What're you going to do now?" Tom asked as he looked at Harrison.

"Nothing. She has duties to fulfill. I'd just be a distraction. Besides, if we're meant to be, love will find a way. For now, she should enjoy her life. She wanted this for so long." Harrison smiled as he clapped for you.

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Guarded Hearts and Safe Houses (Leonardo x Reader) Chapter 5/9

Rated: T

Gender Neutral Reader, canon typical violence/injury, light angst, strangers to lovers, supportive family

for @melodiousmelodrama

As expected, your parents welcome the turtles into their apartment, offering them a safe space for as long as necessary. Their only concern is for the wellbeing of their new friends.

“Just for the day,” Leo tells your family, and his brothers look up, none protesting but clearly confused. “I have a place,” Leo explains. “It’s not set up or anything. We have a lot of work to do. Donnie, you’ll need help bringing stuff your stuff up from the sewers and we’ll have to abandon the van for a while-”

“Whaddaya mean, ya have a place?” Raphael sits forward, leaning onto his knees where he sits at Gram’s feet helping her roll cakes of yarn.

“An abandoned subway station. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.”

Donatello rubs his chin. “Subway?”

“Are there trains?” Mikey’s open expression is full of wonder and hope.

“Yeah. There’s a car for each of us. No more bunk sharing or falling all over each other, fighting for space. But, the place needs some work.”

"Oh." Mikey's enthusiasm wavers as he spares half a glance toward Raphael, but he smiles up at Leo. "That's cool, bro!"

"Yeah, Leo." Donatello adds from the kitchen. "Sounds great."

Leo tries not to take their drop in enthusiasm personally. But after all the work he’s putting in - searching for a place, fixing it up - even this slight rejection hurts. "Look, I wish we could get an apartment and play house with all this fancy stuff too, alright? But don't get used to it. This isn't our life. It's never going to be. The subway's gonna be good for us. You'll see."

" 'Course it is, man. You always know what's best." Raphael sounds sincere, but Leo turns in a huff as if his brothers had turned up their snouts at his announcement.

"I'll show you to a room where you can get some rest," you say gently. The whirlwind of the past 36 hours must have him exhausted. You could use some sleep as well.

Leo thanks you for access to the shower and for the bed, your bed, your room. And he turns himself in.

You call out of work and get a few hours of sleep before restlessness kicks in. You're not used to sleeping during the day. When you wake up, the guys are in various states of unrest as well.

Leo still hasn't come out.

Donnie announces, "He's asleep," and his brothers don't question it. But you raise an eyebrow at his quick assessment. "I compared his breathing against known patterns. It helps to know the difference between Leo asleep, Leo meditating, and Leo pretending to do either."

"Didn't take him for one to play pretend."

“He keeps his secrets," Raphael says, his tone a bit bitter. There's a history there, you think. "But he's always got his reasons. Thinks he knows what's best for us." Raphael shrugs, as if coming to a conclusion he's come to before. "He usually does."

No one is surprised when Leo sleeps through the day. And no one blames him. But when the pizza delivery fills the apartment with the smell of hot tomato sauce and melted cheese, they all expect him to show at the table. He doesn't, and even Mikey can't make his "More for me, then" sound free of his worry.

"Is he gonna be alright? If we leave him?" You want to go to him. You barely know Leo, but he's let you see him vulnerable before. You think maybe his vulnerability is one of the things his brothers know he hides. Maybe he doesn't realize they see. Anyway, you don't want to force him.

"Sensei usually knows what to do."

"Splinter-” you nod along “-have you heard from him? Is he coming?"

Donatello shakes his head, but doesn't seem concerned. "His last transmission noted his safety. He'll contact us again soon."

You pick olives off your pizza and line them up as you think aloud. "Until then, you'll help Leo with the station?"

Raphael piles three slices onto his plate, before lifting a fourth from the box straight to his mouth. "We go where Leo goes. He found us a spider-infested death trap to live in… we'll go."

An olive slips off the rim of your plate. "How did you know it was spider-infested?"

"Ya came in before covered in cobwebs and shit. But whatever. Sewer wasn't no palace either." There’s no embarrassment or judgment in Raph’s tone. Leo should be here, hearing his brothers support his decision.

"He seems really excited about it. I mean… hopeful, y'know?"

"Yeah." Donatello passes you his slices of mushrooms and you pass them on to Mikey who gobbles them up with gusto. "We never said we didn't like the idea. It's just not home, that's all."

You can sympathize. "We moved around a lot when I was younger. Always trying to find a better placement for mom. A safer community for me to grow up in. It wasnt the house that made it home. It was having my family around."

"Yeah, yeah,” Raph grumbles. “Real Hallmark life changing stuff. But he's not worried about keeping us together, remember? We each get a car to ourselves. He's splittin us up."

Mikey goes quiet, stops eating, drops his hands into his lap.

You don’t know what to do, what to say, to make this better. You think, if they would just talk to Leo about this, it could all be straightened out. But the rest of the meal is silent. It seems the brothers don’t even feel up to talking to each other.

When Leo emerges from the room, he announces it's time to go. "We have to patrol. They tried to hit us where it hurts. But we're resilient. And we’re not going to let the Krang take our city.”

You narrow your eyes at Leo and wonder if he’s ignoring the strain on his brothers - or if he just can’t see it. You wonder if he can read the loss in their eyes, if he can understand that ordering them to brush themselves off and push through another night of patrol might not be in their best interest right now.

Leo stands taller. “I said, we’re moving out. Let’s go.”

Donatello is the first to stand from the table. He grabs his pack from behind the couch and waits by the window while Leo opens it and climbs into the night. Raphael knocks Mikey’s shoulder and jerks his head toward their brothers as if to say, “We better head out too.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay longer.” You look at their plates of half eaten food and wonder why Leo hadn’t at least let them finish.

“Forget about it,” Raph says with half a frown. “We knew it wouldn’t last.”

“Yeah, right,” Mikey agrees, heading for the fire escape. “We don’t belong in some fancy place like this. But I really like how the carpets match the drapes.”

The observation awards him a smack on the arm.

“What? What’d I say?”

“Kids,” Raphael chuckles, embarrassed for everyone in the room. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about. Excuse us.” He ushers Mikey out and refuses to explain innuendo to his little brother. “Thanks for all the, uh… thanks.”

Mikey looks back at your family before he leaves. “I really do like the-” his compliment becomes a shout of surprise as Raphael tears him away from the window and to the roof.

Over the next few nights, you get rather used to seeing turtles on the roof. The Krang’s forces are growing in number, but as they continue to remain in hiding, everything feels like speculation. And so, the turtles rotate watch on your building. It makes stargazing more interesting. Especially on nights when Donatello is around. Raphael is kind of a mess. Always on high alert and rarely interested in standing still long enough to enjoy something as simple and amazing as the moon and stars. But Donatello is full of knowledge about the cosmos.

Some nights you and Donnie discuss the possibility of life on other planets. It seems like Donnie enjoys the distraction, until you realize he’s talking about the likelihood of alien attacks.

Mikey has a special interest in astrology, which surprises and delights you to no end. He loves telling you his brothers’ horoscopes and making connections within their lives to prove how absolutely on point astrology is.

Finally, you ask, “How do you know when your birthdays are? I mean, weren’t you all exposed to the mutagen at the same time?”

Mikey explains, “It’s all in the stars. I didn’t choose our birthdays. Our birthdays chose us.” And points to the astrological chart in his lap as if it held the answers to the universe, which, if he were to argue the point, it did.

You just nodded, letting him have his way.

Leo doesn’t patrol your roof. Not once. Not, like, ever. And you’ve looked for him. You’ve asked about him. But the most you’ve ever gotten is a weird sigh from Raphael and some grumbling about Leo cleaning up his own messes.

After two weeks, you drop the subject of Leo completely. If he doesn’t want to see you, then you definitely don’t want to see him.

“How is the new place coming along?”

Mikey rocks from side to side on the edge of the building where the two of you have been tearing up bits of dying leaves and let them float on the wind. “I got my own room.”

Through the corner of your eye, you catch Mikey worrying his bottom lip and decide to wait for him to say more before responding.

“I’m right between Donnie and Raph. It’s pretty cool. I got a bed. And, uh, my music and stuff is all set up. But Raph took half the comic books. Donnie said I can borrow the textbooks anytime I want but…”

“What was your set up like before?”

“Huh?”

“At the Lair. Did you each have your own room?”

“Oh. No. Well, Leo did. He and Donnie had their own. Raphie and I shared,” Mikey’s voice got quieter as he spoke.

“What was it like, rooming with Raph?”

“It sucked. He smells bad after workouts and his cologne smells worse. And he says I snore. And he always moved my stuff and used my headphones without asking.”

“And you miss him.”

“And I miss- Hey…”

“It’s OK to miss him.” You pass Mikey a new leaf to tear. “I bet he misses you, too.”

“I bet he misses my headphones. For sure. He’s always breaking his.”

“He ever break your stuff?”

“Nah. Never. I wasn’t scared he was gonna break ‘em. I just didn’t want them smelling like Fierce by Abercrombie & Fitch.”

You laugh at that and Mikey loosens up a bit. “You share a wall with Raph, right?”

Mikey shrugs. “Kinda. Like a window.”

You lean back on your hands for support and look up at the sky with a smile. “I have an idea.”

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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Peach(es) and Cream [Tomioka Giyuu x F!Reader] Chapter 4

Rating: E! NSFW Characters: Tomioka Giyuu x F!Reader Chapters: 5/5 Summary: Wherein Giyuu is betrothed to a noble woman, and visits her with a present. Tags: Smut, Fluff, Short Series, Fingering, Creampie, Established Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Quiet Sex, Mild Manga Spoiler (Very mild, I promise), Jealousy

***NSFW***

“I sent a letter to your father,” Giyuu began flatly, as his hand reached out to take a piece of konpeito from the jar that (Y/n) had brought them in. He popped the candy in his mouth, all while gauging his lover’s reaction to his intervention.

She had planned on staying for another night, which would have not been a problem had she actually packed for it. But no, her decision to stay another night at her lover’s home was made at the last minute, and spouted as soon as Giyuu opened his eyes.

And so, instead of making her pack and forcefully taking her back to her father’s estate, the raven haired Slayer found himself giving in. Even he would admit that he wanted another night with his betrothed.

Just the thought of all the things they would do later on made shivers run down his spine. It wasn’t like him to take immense pleasure on such lewd thoughts, but (Y/n) made his mind dwell on such things. He had tried to suppress the steamy imaginings before, but found that it was futile.

His resistance was futile.

“Oh? Have you received a reply yet?” (Y/n) asked, as she looked up from where she was preparing their lunch. Having cooked for more than four people proved to be a challenge for the (L/n) heiress, but she considered it rude to not cook for the other Slayers staying training under Giyuu for Hashira training.

So she ultimately decided to make an easy but hearty vegetable curry for all of them. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but Giyuu reassured her that it was fine; that the Slayers under his charge at the moment would appreciate an actual meal, instead of just grilling something over a fire.

Of course, that was said in not so many words; which had (Y/n) sighing. She liked to hear Giyuu’s voice, since she had not been afforded the pleasure of the soft cadence of his tone very much.

His words were often concise and awkward at best, but she didn’t mind. It was part of his charm— which she would never admit aloud, because he might actually melt if she did that.

As evidenced by the awkward recoil that he had done when she told him that she loved him.

She wanted to laugh at how comical that had been, but held herself back. Instead of asking her what she found so funny, her betrothed might actually just jump to conclusions and think that she was starting to go crazy.

“Yes. He said to take you back before the day after tomorrow.” The raven-haired Slayer popped another piece of konpeito in his mouth, and proceeded to roll it around over his tongue. “He also invited me to stay for the gathering you’re hosting.”

One of (Y/n)’s slender eyebrows lifted at that, and she chanced a glance at her lover. He sat by his place at the table— after having set it up— and was snacking on the candy she brought for him. “Are you attending, though? And you’re going to spoil your appetite if you keep eating those, Giyuu.”

Wordlessly, the aforementioned man placed the lid back on the candy container, before sliding it to the center of the table. He then looked up at (Y/n), and had to resist the urge to sigh in pleasure.

She just looked so… beautiful in his home. She looked like she was meant to be there. The dreary walls and melancholy ambiance were things of the past the moment she had started leaving traces of herself around the house. It had been only a day, but it seemed that she had lived there forever.

He was so happy about that fact that he actually considered just keeping (Y/n) with him. They could further live in sin until they got married; he didn’t mind what the Shinto priests were going to say. But he was sure that (Y/n) cared about what a couple of old men would say, so he immediately nixed the idea.

“I don’t know yet.” Giyuu answered simply.

“Oh.” Try as she might, the young woman couldn’t keep the disappointment from coloring her tone. She knew how finicky the Demon Slayers’ schedules were, so she understood why Giyuu answered the way he did.

Still, a tiny part of her was hoping that he would have said yes. His presence would have made the gathering more bearable.

“But I’ll try to go,” Giyuu remedied after he sensed the crestfallen aura from his lover. It wasn’t his intention to disappoint her; it never had been.

(Y/n), visibly more cheerful, was just about to answer when the shoji panel slammed open.

Immediately, Giyuu got up and moved to shield (Y/n) from whomever it was. Only, it wasn’t just one single person; but it was the other Hashira.

Wide-eyed and at a genuine loss for words, Giyuu straightened up but didn’t leave his spot. While, from behind him, (Y/n) set down the spoon that she was using to stir the pot of curry over the hearth.

She turned around to get a good look at what the commotion was all about, and was surprised to see such imposing people hovering by the front door.

If (Y/n)’s hunch was right, those people were the other Hashira that she had heard very little about. All that she knew about them was the fact that they were extremely strong, based on what she had seen from Giyuu’s skillset years ago.

“Tomioka-san,” A petite girl with black and purple hair spoke up with a smile. “Excuse us for intruding, but we were told that your betrothed was here. We wanted to meet her.”

“I’m very disappointed in you, Tomioka-san. You’ve never mentioned having such a beautiful lady as your betrothed!” A flamingly blond man with iridescent eyes practically hollered. His voice thundered through the house, despite being at a conversational tone, and that simultaneously amazed and confused (Y/n).

Just looking at him made her feel tired, because he had too much energy buzzing around him.

However, his words weren’t lost on her, and she found herself covering her lips with her fingers as she looked away from the group. All to hide the warm blush that had settled on her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to her, Giyuu had chanced a glance back at her and noticed her reaction. With any other person, it wouldn’t have mattered, but with her… the Mizu Hashira felt the warm and unsavory vestiges of jealousy bubbling up inside him.

***

(Y/n) didn’t know how they had managed it, but all of them had managed to get their fill of the vegetable curry and rice she had made. There was enough to go around for everyone, which also made Giyuu bring out all of the bowls and utensils he owned.

She had tried to urge the lower ranking Slayers to join them at the table, but they opted to eat outside; a good distance away from all the daunting personalities in the house.

At the moment, they sat gathered around the low table, but were snacking on the sweets that (Y/n) had brought for Giyuu.

“So, how did the two of you meet?” The Love Hashira— Kanroji Mitsuri— asked curiously. Her eyes darted excitedly between Giyuu and (Y/n), which made the latter bite her bottom lip in contemplation.

(Y/n) knew that her lover wasn’t particularly blessed in the verbal department, so she composed herself and quickly phrased her answer in her mind; because the last thing that she wanted was to make a mistake in front of such intimidating people.

“Tomioka-sansaved my family from a demon attack. The demon took another family a few days prior to his arrival at the town, and we were about to be its next meal, had he not killed it in time,” The (L/n) heiress explained softly, just as a hint of a sad smile lifted the corners of her lips.

When before she would tamp down all her feelings for Giyuu, such wasn’t the case at that moment. She had succumbed to her emotions months ago— after she had verbalized her love for him— and she had evidently mellowed out in that time frame.

Gone was the stoic expression when she talked about how they came to be, and in its place were light blushes and gentle smiles that conveyed her true feelings.

“Did you put up a valiant fight, beautiful flower? I can teach you the ways of the sword, should you wish to learn.” Rengoku— the Flame Hashira— exclaimed jovially.

His compliment surprised (Y/n); not because she was unused to hearing such words directed at her, but because he sounded so genuine when he said them. And to have called her a beautiful flower, of all things. That wasn’t just a regular compliment.

So, she found herself ducking her head to hide her flaming cheeks. Though, she was sure that the whole table knew of her reaction, if the heat at the tips of her ears were anything to go by.

From beside her, she heard a quiet huff, which had her chancing a glance at Giyuu. His face looked impassive, but it was the quiet anger in his eyes that took her aback.

***

The itch that Giyuu felt in his chest was too overwhelming, even for him who was so used to keeping his emotions in check. Every time he looked at (Y/n), he couldn’t help but remember the way that she had blushed at the Flame Hashira’s flowery words.

He knew he could never be that forward with her, and that served to harp at his own insecurities. He wasn’t energetic like Rengoku, nor was he suave like Uzui; he was quiet, and was very inept with verbal conversations.

He couldn’t make his betrothed blush or laugh like they had done during their visit, and that stung. It was a blow to his already-battered ego, which caused his jealousy to rear its ugly head.

“Are you alright, Giyuu?” (Y/n) asked as she settled beneath the covers. Giyuu’s yukata was large on her, but it was comfortable and smelled like him— which prompted her to devise a plan to steal it away with her when she left for her own home.

Silence answered the young woman’s query and, in response, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. And she was about to turn and face her silent lover, when he rose up and caged her in his arms. He hovered above her, but his face was close enough to hers that she could feel his warm breath fanning across her lips.

Unconsciously, she licked her lips, as she lost herself in his dark blue irises.

The candle light flickered, which sent the room into a brief bout of blackness. But it wasn’t the threat of darkness that made (Y/n)’s heart race; it was the intense look that Giyuu was pinning her under.

“No,” The young man grunted out, before giving in to his baser instincts and laying claim to his lover’s lips. His lips upon hers were rough and demanding; as if striving to prove something, and it deeply unsettled (Y/n).

Enough for her to gently push Giyuu away from her.

Both of them were breathing heavily, as (Y/n) moved her hands to cup her lover’s face. His gaze flickered away from her own, and that was when understanding dawned upon her. “Are you jealous?”

Another bout of silence answered her question, which was prolonged even more by the (L/n) heiress’ decisive way of weighing the pros and cons of her future actions. She could approach it seriously, which had the probability of agitating her lover even further; or she could try and see things from his point of view, and approach the topic in a soft and reassuring manner.

She went with the lesser of two evils, and went with the latter.

“I love you, Giyuu,” (Y/n) murmured softly, as she caressed the Hashira’s cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. “Only you. No other man makes me feel like you do, and there will never be any other man for me but you. Always remember that, okay?”

In the most adorable manner that she had ever had the pleasure of seeing, she saw the typically apathetic man close his eyes and melt into her touch.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” And with that statement, (Y/n) proved her point by brushing her lips against her lover’s. It was the faintest of touches, but it was much more significant compared to all of their other kisses.

Slowly, their light kisses evolved into languid, open-mouthed ones that made (Y/n)’s toes curl in pleasure. Every swipe of his tongue against her own made her moan, while her hands trailed up the sides of his face and up to his hair.

It didn’t take long for both of them to progress further, and before both of them knew it, Giyuu was already inside (Y/n). Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and her ankles dug into his ass in an attempt to pull him further inside her.

Every thrust felt heavenly for the Hashira, and while a tiny part of him wanted to pick up the pace to make (Y/n) scream in pleasure, the more sentimental and rational side of him urged him to stick with their languid pace.

“I love you,” (Y/n) murmured against his skin every once in a while; and damn if it didn’t turn him on more. His heart was so heavy with all the emotion he felt and, even though he felt that he was about to burst at the seams, he knew that (Y/n)’s touch was enough to hold him together.

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Note: Hello, everyone! Thank you for reading!Comments and suggestions are highly appreciated!!!! Oof, the next one will be the last one already. But fear not, there will be more. Who should I write about next? My flame boi Kyōjurō or my secretly soft boi 'Nemi?

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Occupational hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

Three part series: It was just another job, he doesn’t even had to kill anyone, but the way she looked at him was more dangerous than the bullets.

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, stalkers.

Part I

“I remember telling you to fuck off and stop calling me” You say answering the phone the fifth time it rings, knowing too well he won’t stop until you do “I made myself clear, don’t call me, don’t contact me, keep your stupid flowers and presents to yourself and stay the fuck away from me”

“Oh my little Y/N” Says his drunk voice in the other end “You know you like it, this little number of yours, pretending you don’t need a man will end as soon as you feel lonely, why don’t we speed things up and simply let me come up with you?” He said and you froze, how does he knew you were at the second floor of your house? You looked outside the window but couldn’t see anything, nervously you closed your sleeping robe with a tight knot suddenly feeling exposed “You don’t have to be so shy, I already know what is behind that” He said and you toss the phone aside, but you could still listen to his laugh, when will this nightmare end??

“Fuck you Richard!!!” You scream at the phone, but he had already hung up. You closed all the windows and went straight to your bathroom cabinets, it had to be there.

You finally found it, a few years back when your name was still unknown and your main job was stacking candles and towels in a store, and before you had a sociopath for an ex, you became friends with this weird and really sweet bald guy on Pottery Barn, you helped him redecorate his room and you even talk once in a while over the phone, or at least until last year when he said he was going back to Chechnya to visit his family, but before he went away, and after he met the charming man you were dating and seeing the bruises in your arms he gave you a card and told you, if you ever need to get rid of that guy just call this number.

You light on a cigarette, and sit on the floor of your bathroom thinking, what does get rid of meant? Hank, judging by his tattoos, was not an entirely innocent folk, but at this point you were desperate, and you cursed yourself for ever start dating a man like that, the all charming and thoughtful movie producer, you knew your career will be damaged forever if you kept avoiding him but coming back to be treated like garbage and not being able to eat, dress or think on your own was not an option. You finally gathered the courage and dialled the number.

“Fuches” a raspy voice said on the other end.

“Hi, ammm” you were not sure what exactly where you going to say.

“Who is this? Hello?? Who gave you this number? Are you there?” The man seem angry and a bit condescending in his tone and somehow his rudeness made you speak up.

“Yeah, I’m here” You started with more confidence “I got this number from NoHo Hank, he said you could help me to… to get rid of someone”.

“Ahh” The man was calmed now, almost happy “Well in that case any friend of Hank is friend of mine, but I warn you madame that won’t be cheap” He said and you stand up from the floor glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, shocked to see how pale you looked, and how scared you actually felt.

***

Barry entered his apartment begging for Jermaine or Nick to be there and use them as an excuse to tell Fuches to fuck off, but it was empty except for the never ending amount of trash that always was in their comon space, he stopped trying to tell them to clean like three months ago and now he only limited to hide in his room away from the beer cans and chips bags.

It didn’t matter that much really, at least not before, as long as Sally was there to talk to him or as long as he could call her, but then she got that part in a big movie, and he was happy for her, that was her dream and he would never get between her and her dream, but then she stop being around the class due to rehearsals, and then she change a beer in Residual’s to fancy and expensive dinners with her costars and then one day she simply said goodbye.

But he had come to the conclusion that he deserved that, he took away Mr. Cousineau’s happiness so it was only fair for him to lose it as well, and Sally was still his friend, as long as he could find a 5 minutes gap to talk in her busy schedule every other week.

He was still on the class, and he was getting better or at least he no longer missed his lines, and he had even recieved a callback for a commercial, but he didn’t get it in the end.

And now Fuches was coming back to screw up everything again, Barry looked at the clock, 4:02 he would be there any minute, for a brief moment his mind travel to his gun under his bed, and how just one year before he was desperate to see him and kill him from once, but then Mr Cousineau started making questions, and to suspect, accurately, that he had killed Moss, and Fuches chose to come clean, or at least enough to settle things down.

He told Gene the Chechens killed Moss and that they wanted to implicate Barry, so he called the cops on him so Barry would take the blame and end up in jail, he played his Part as a poor looser, alone and miserable well enough and Barry chose not to kill him, as long as he would stay away from them, and he had kept his promise until that morning. He would say no, obviously but he needed to say it to his face to reassure him or to himself that it was all done.

A knock on the door put him in alert, and he muttered a simple “Come in” keeping himself away from the entrance. Fuches entered the room with an almost curious expression on his face, he looked at the trash an made a disgusted frown, and then looked at Barry from head to toe, he looked paler or maybe just tired, he for sure was, that stubborn woman was by far the most picky and difficult client he ever had by far, but with enough luck Barry may solve it.

“Nice place” He said finally with a sarcastic grin

“That’s my roommate’s doing” Barry answered in a monotone “Coffee? beer?”

“If you are really being nice I’ll take the beer” Fuches said and without waiting for an invitation he found a place to sit.

“I’m not.” Barry answered and sit in front of him. “What do you want?”

“Ahh there it is” Fuches roll his eyes “I got a job for you, and I think you may like this one…”

“What the fuck man?” Barry interrupted mid sentence. “We haven’t seen each other in almost a year, I was very clear then as I’m now I don’t want to do that anymore”

“Boy listen, is way easier and you’ll get pay three times more than previous works” He said completely ignoring him.

“I don’t give a fuck about the money, I told you I don’t want to work for you” Barry put both hands over his face, this was exasperating.

“Fine, now look at me like you were about to kill me” He said taking Barry by surprise.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He said after an uncomfortable silence.

“Look kid, a week ago I received a call from a crazy actress, you may know her Y/N something” He started

“Is not Y/N Y/L/N by any chance?” Barry asked, remembering something that Natalie and Sasha said about her.

“Yes, that one, complete basket case” Fuches continued “She asked me if I could eliminate her ex boyfriend, some Hollywood big shot that I genuinely couldn’t care less about. I said yes sure, I’ll send someone to do it, then she change her mind and called me back, and said she simply wants to scare him, but she wants to meet the guy she is paying. And she hated him, and I show her my folder of other employees and well…”

“Oh come on man, that’s on you, you shouldn’t have my picture there” Barry said now understanding what had happen.

“Yeah I get that, but the thing is I said to her you no longer work for me, and she offered the triple, and I told her that if she wanted you so badly then she would have to convince you by herself, and that’s why I’m here, I need you to go see her, say no and then she would pick one of my guys and I’ll be out of your life forever” He said like if he was offering the most interesting deal ever. “Take it as an acting job” He add when Barry didn’t respond “You get to meet a pretty and famous actress, and you can scream to her everything you just said to me, also I’ll pay you”

Barry remained silent for another moment thinking about the situation, it seemed like an easy deal, and some extra money wouldn’t be that bad, and if he played his cards well enough he could even make sure Fuches to stay away form him for good.

“Fine I’ll do it” he said after a while “But is just this and it’s over, no more phone calls, no more jobs no anything, I turn down this woman and that’s it.” He said seriously.

“Consider it done son, just one more deal and I’m out of your life” Fuches said happy, and then got up the chair and started leaving “You have to meet her tomorrow in a restaurant, I’ll send you the address” Barry nodded and watched him leave, then he went to his room to search something about the woman he was about to meet.

Y/N was a gorgeous woman and a talented actress, but apparently the media didn’t like her very much since she had a reckless life style, there were many pictures of her smoking and drinking, and she had a long list of ex lovers, and the most prominent of those was some guy called Richard Maverick, he recognized that name, it was the director and producer of Sally’s movie, more of a reason to not working for that woman, since the guy didn’t seem like a bad person, and she did.

***

Sparkling bubbles were moving in your glass of water, it have been sitting there since the waiter pour it, but you were to nervous to touch it, it was a nice table, out in the terrace of the restaurant and you were sure anyone walking by the street would be able to see you, so it worked perfectly for your plan, now everything else depended on the man you hear approaching behind you.

“Snow White?” He asked and sited in the spot in front of you, he was clean shaved and wearing a black blazer over a dark green tshirt, definitely not what you expected from someone of his profession.

“Is from Notting Hill, the movie with Julia Roberts, don’t you like it? God you really are tall, how much is it like 6'3”?“ You said unable to stop yourself, but concentrating on his face, there was something sad about his blue eyes, almost melancholic.

"6'2” and no I don’t think I saw it, the oscar winning one?“ He said a bit ashamed by his poor Hollywood trivia knowledge.

"Oh absolutely not, some old romantic comedy, you should see it some time.” You said, and the whole situation felt more and more surreal “Well I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you Mr. Berkman, or do you prefer Block?” You said please to se the surprise on his face.

“Berkman is fine, how do you know?” He said examining your face.

“Well is not every day that I have to hire a professional assassin, so I needed to get some references, and your employer was distracted enough so I could stole this from him, here you can have it back” You said sliding his picture across the table. “I saw a couple videos of your callbacks, you shouldn’t stoop that much when you read it would help in the auditions”

“So this is what you do?” He said and his tone was calm but there was fury in his eyes “You manipulate people into working with you, making then feel like you know everything about them and pretending to be nice and polite? Well I have news for you, first of all I don’t work for Fuches, and second, you can put out all of this glamorous crap that you have on me and the answer still be no, I don’t this anymore”

“Would you like to order?” The waiter said before any of you could keep speaking.

“Sure, shrimp risotto for me, and for my dear friend… what do you want honey?” You said smiling at him.

“The same sounds fine” he said and smile back at you changing his tone immediately. “And red wine?"He asked you with a checky wink and you nodded. "Red it is” The waiter nod and walked away.

“Not bad, you are a quick responder, I like that” you said looking as the man walked away. “But you don’t know shit about me” You spat at him once the waiter couldn’t hear “Glamorous crap? Oh let me guess you read one of the many articles about how much of a whore I am? I have a drinking and smoking problem is that it? That I have slept my way into every work I ever had, and how little I deserved my career, and how much good it was for Richard to walk away form me even when he still loves me? Well that’s all bullshit” There it was again, even when you were trying to escape he was still holding you in his hands. “Well the magazines that work for him doesn’t tell I went to drama school, they didn’t say I have a dying mother that gets every penny I make, they didn’t say that I could count the men I slept with the fingers on one hand I will be sparing 2, they don’t say he forced himself on me more times I can remember, or how he enjoys sleeping with every woman that works for him no matter the age just because he is The man”

“Go the police then, tell them that, why do you need me?” He said, but with less confidence than before and it was obvious his mental image of you was crumbling.

“The L.A. Police that gets donations from him every year? I’m a whore, to them, to Richard, to you and to everyone. I have no voice” Fortunately the waiter arrived with the food and you could stop to think, talking about this made you feel exposed, and you were questioning if it was worth the trouble at all.

“Why me? If you need him out of your life so bad I’m sure Fuches have someone right for the job” He said and started eating avoiding your gaze, you didn’t have an appetite anymore but force yourself to do the same.

“Have you seen the guys that work for Fuches? They look like hobos and meth heads, he is not some random dude, he is rich and powerful if he dies people would ask questions and eventually that would come back to me, also he would die loved and mourned, and he doesn’t deserve that.”

“And scared him off is better how? If someone goes to him and beat him it would come back at you faster and worse” He said taking a sip of his wine.

“Men always think physically right?” You said drinking as well and looking at him “I never said beat him, I told fuches I needed you specifically and he said he doesn’t work for me anymore, he is an actor now, and then I knew you were exactly what I needed. I don’t need some hitman to go beat the crap out of Richard even if he deserves it. I need someone to escort me from my apartment to work, and to public events and keep him away from me.”

“Those are called bodyguards and I’m pretty sure there are legal business that can provide their services to you” He said condescendingly.

“Like the one that is at my house right now and doesn’t even know I went out?” You said smiling “Or the one that give my alarm password to Richard so he could read his script? Legal people can be bought, and they have things to lose, that doesn’t work for me, he is a monster and a criminal, so I need someone outside the law to outsmart him” You said to him and the shadow of a smile formed in his lips before he spoke.

“So you think I’m a monster too? Look I’m sorry for you, your situation must be horrifying, but I leave that life behind, I’m no longer that guy and I don’t want to be, I’m sorry but I don’t want my past mistakes to keep haunting me, I’m tired of that. I’m sorry” He said, and you believed him but you couldn’t lost this chance.

“Mr Berkman, can I call you Barry?” You started and he nod affirmatively “Barry do you ever have nightmares about your mistakes?”

“Every night” He answered

“But when you wake up, when you go to work, when you talk to your significant other, when you are eating, those mistakes are dead, those people and those lifes you took they remained where you leave them. Your mistakes don’t call you at 3 am to remain you you are a slut, your mistakes don’t sell naked pictures of you to magazines to make you feel miserable because you are no longer sleeping with them. Your mistakes don’t force you to go down on them in order to don’t recast your part and then don’t threaten to ruin your career and leave your mother without her cancer treatment.” You said and a tear finally find it’s way down your cheek. “Fine I get it, you want to be a better person, well so am I, I need to run away from this and I’m so desperate that I called you, but it’s okay I have no way to force you into this, you don’t have to be sorry about me” you said hopeless, and he remained silent for a couple minutes looking at you occasionally and then his plate now almost empty.

“What exactly would I have to do?” He said finally “I’m not accepting, I just want to know” he add before you could react.

“Offering me your arm in social events, walked me to my apartment at nights, and take me to lovely lunches like this one every few days, basically being a human purse, just looking handsome and put together next to me, and let the magazines and the media make their assumptions”

“I’m not a prostitute” He said and you found the statement ridiculously funny.

“And I wouldn’t pay you to fuck me sunshine” you said with a grin “But I have learned that men respect other men’s "property” more than a women’s NO, and if I start seeing a handsome, blue eyed, literal war hero from the Midwest he would look like an asswhole if he keeps pushing how much he misses me in interviews"

“Fine” He said looking straight to your eyes “I’ll do it, when do you want to start?”

“Well if you consider the three girls with her phones out that just crossed behind you on the street, I would say I already owe you overtime, but tomorrow is fine, I would send you my address and other details with my publicist”

“Don’t you think is better if we have the least amount of people involved in this?” He said with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Adrian is like a sister to me, I trust her my life.” You said and he seemed conformed with that answer “And Barry, thank you”.

#barry berkman x you #barry berkman fanfiction #barry berkman edit #barry berkman x reader #barry berkman #barry hbo #barry block #gene cousineau #sally reed #monroe fuches #fuches #bill hader #barry berkman imagine #fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #angst #100

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shenanigumi · 5 years

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The ultimate ship meme for HaraChi ❤

Oh, there you are! Or someone else taking the opportunity to ask. (I wish read-mores still worked on asks, since it’s a long one…)

General:

How long will they last? They’re in it for the long haul and have been from the start. Sano in particular isn’t about to let Chizuru slip through his fingers, and she’s perfectly content to stay with him forever.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Not too fast. Chizuru has always admired Sano, since come on, look at the guy, but she got too far into her head about it, so his feelings developed in a romantic way first.

How was their first kiss? You’ve seen it in canon and it was… uh… awkward. Their second kiss, during their actual confession, was much better.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Sano, sort of, but… he never officially asked. It was just kind of a foregone conclusion that they’d get married. One could argue that it was the purpose of their relationship.

Who are the best man and groomsmen/maid of honor and bridesmaids? They don’t have that kind of ceremony, not least because they’re no longer in Japan, but they drink to Shinpachi and Heisuke, and Chizuru spares a thought for Sen.

Who did the most planning? It was an informal enough ceremony that it didn’t really require much planning, but Sano made the exact arrangements (meaning… going out and buying the equivalent of sake).

Who stressed the most? Chizuru, since she had just moved to an unfamiliar country and this was another change. Her nervousness was drowned out by excitement and then euphoria, though.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? They didn’t have the luxury of inviting anyone at all, so no one was specifically excluded, either.

Sex:

Who is on top? Sano, usually, but they both love it when Chizuru surprises him and takes charge like the demon she is. (Sano will almost never admit how much he likes it outside of that context, though.)

Who is the one to instigate things? Also typically Sano, but Chizuru loves turning the tables. He especially loves it when she gets that insistent because it assures him that he isn’t pressuring her and that she wants him of her own free will.

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once or twice a week, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? Depends on who’s in charge. Usually just long enough, never too short and rarely “too” long.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Absolutely. Sano is very careful about that.

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Probably three, all sons.

How many children will they adopt? None.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Chizuru, but she doesn’t mind at first since Sano doesn’t know what he’s doing anyway. It’s when more kids come along that she makes him step it up.

Who is the stricter parent? Sano, but only because he has a pretty defined code of honor as a warrior. He’s not exactly stern.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chizuru. She worries about them, since they and Sano are all she has.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chizuru. Even if the kids are homeschooled and there’s no reason to pack lunches, she still makes them.

Who is the more loved parent? They’re about equally loved, but Sano is an almost perfect father once he gets the hang of it. (It does take him a few years to really hit his stride, though.)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? If such a thing existed, Sano would want in on it. He’d want to make sure his sons are being treated well and not disciplined too harshly for “minor” transgressions.

Who cried the most at graduation? Chizuru.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Probably Sano, but you never know; Chizuru might help. They’d both want to help out, at any rate.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chizuru.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Neither of them, really. Sano never grows out of the soldier principle of eating what he can whenever he can.

Who does the grocery shopping? Chizuru, but Sano often insists on coming with her, especially shortly after they emigrate.

How often do they bake desserts? Not too often, since Chizuru is careful about health, but they do so more often after they have kids. She even has Sano help.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Chizuru makes sure their meals are balanced, but Sano prefers substantial things like meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Sano. He’d want to repay Chizuru for all the crazy amount of effort she puts into homemaking and making him the happiest man alive.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Sano. He loves showing off his family, even when it’s just him and Chizuru.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Sano, but he’s not a bad cook. He just might end up distracted, like if he’s trying to keep the kids from killing each other or something.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Usually Chizuru, but she makes Sano help out if a.) it’s really bad and/or b.) it’s mostly his mess (the two go hand in hand).

Who is really against chores? Sano.

Who cleans up after the pets? They don’t keep pets until their kids find a dog. Then, they make the kids take care of them.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Sanoooooooo.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chizuru, once they make some friends in the area. She wants to make a good impression.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Sano. When Chizuru didn’t know whose it was, he put it in savings, just in case.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Chizuru. She likes being thorough.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? The kids.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Very often. Having been cut off from their homeland, they feel obligated to celebrate every single Japanese holiday that comes their way.

What are their goals for the relationship? Their major goal was to get married and have kids, which they did quite quickly.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Sano, soaking in the fact that he doesn’t have to work night shifts anymore, but Chizuru almost always wakes him up before that happens.

Who plays the most pranks? Neither of them want to risk hurting one another, so they never play pranks as such, but Sano is more mischievous by nature and occasionally plays good-natured tricks on Chizuru (“Surprise! I pretended to not be feeling well enough to go into town with you so I could clean the whole house while you were gone!”), especially after they have kids.

#harachi #harada sanosuke #yukimura chizuru #asked #answered #all my ask memes are perpetually open btw #you just have to specify #like this~

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just-come-baek · 5 years

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Wedding Fever 4

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Word count: 9.3k

Summary: Baekhyun is the best man, and I am the maid of honor at our friends’ wedding. Although should we be excited about our friends getting married, we seem to complain a lot more every time we meet for another preparation. Maybe it’s a bit fanciful of me to think that, but I hope, somewhere between choosing flowers and venting about the reception prep, he’ll like me just as I like him.

A/N one more chapter and we’re done. I hope you’ll like this update. The smut was supposed to be in this part, but I have a lot of things to prepare for the uni for tomorrow, so it’ll be in the last chapter. Don’t hate me that much, this chapter is a lot to handle even without it.

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***

When we returned home, everything went back to normal. Jiwoo and Hongbin were demanding as always, yet Baekhyun and I kept dismissing their commands chatting about everything instead of doing any wedding planning. Jiwoo ranted about flowers and their meanings, and even if Hongbin listened to her attentively, we couldn’t care any less.

“Can you stop flirting, and prove yourself helpful?” Jiwoo asked in an annoyed voice, and we just looked at her, knowing she wouldn’t stop pestering us until our attention would be on her. “We’re planning my big day; can you focus for a second?”

I wanted to correct her that it wasn’t only her big day, but also Hongbin’s though I bit my tongue, not wanting to stir the pot even more. Moreover, we were preparing for her big day; we still had almost a year until the ceremony. She was exaggerating, and how the hell did she come to the conclusion that Baekhyun and I were flirting? That was ridiculous!

“We’re not flirting,” I denied her accusations before Baekhyun managed to beat me to it; I had to do it because if I heard Baekhyun discredit the prospect of our relationship one more time, my heart would break into so many pieces no glue could ever put it together. It hurt me way less when I was the one who bothered to explain the nature of our acquaintanceship.

“We’re helping as much as we can,” Baekhyun added, taking my side of this small argument. I was thankful for his help, even though I knew how to reason with her since I had known Jiwoo for almost a decade. “And to answer your question, yes, we think roses are too basic.” He finished, and I giggled, admiring his boldness to criticize her choice of flower decorations.

Jiwoo believed in her impeccable sense in fashion; Baekhyun’s words must’ve struck the nerve, but she tried her best not to lose her composure. Facing such constructive criticism wasn’t her forte, though right now she seemed oddly calm.

Did her love for Hongbin change her so much?

I could barely recognize her at this point.

“OK, then what do you propose?” Jiwoo asked, folding her arms across her chest, tapping her foot against the wooden floor impatiently. Baekhyun hummed as he thought about an answer which would satisfy her finicky temper.

“What about tulips?” I interjected, and all of them looked at me, waiting for elaboration. “I just looked it up online, and it says that tulips basically represent consuming love. Besides, imagine that you walk down the aisle, wearing snow white dress. Your eyes wander around the church which’s decorated with colorful tulip bouquets.” I explained, and though Hongbin and Baekhyun seemed to be fond of my idea, Jiwoo wasn’t the tiniest bit convinced.

Couldn’t say I wasn’t surprised.

“Completely not my style,” Jiwoo said as she sighed, sitting down beside Hongbin, placing her hand on his thigh. “I want something more… elegant. Tulips sound lame.” I expected to hear exactly that, yet it still stung a little bit; she knew tulips were my favorite flowers, but it didn’t stop her from stating such a harsh view. “What else do you have there?”

“What about hydrangeas? You can arrange bouquets in many colors, even in bubble-gum pink and sky blue. They look very exquisite, and not everybody can afford them.” I read out loud, and I knew it piqued her interest, so I carried on. “In flower language, hydrangeas represent sensual love and devotion,” I lied. They represented vanity, and according to my humble opinion, the description couldn’t fit her better. “Have a look, they’re gorgeous.” I handed her my phone, and together with her fiancé, she studied the photographs.

“What do you think about it, honey?” She asked sweetly, as she threw her leg over his laps, now playing with his hair when he held the phone and wondered if the flowers fit the general wedding theme. “They look beautiful, but I just don’t feel it.”

I wanted to groan when I heard her complaints. Why on Earth did she invite me here if she wanted to castigate every idea I’d come up with? I was bending over backward to help her, and she didn’t even consider my propositions. Why did I even bother?

I should’ve stayed at home.

She offered a bottle of delicious wine, but it wasn’t worth the humiliation I was receiving.

“I want something opulent, yet unusual at the same time. Maybe we should experiment with flowers and foliage? We could contact the best florist in the city, and she’d help us make the perfect bouquets! I’m thinking about something extravagant like, for example, herbs, or perhaps something more exotic.” She voiced her thoughts, and Hongbin nodded, willing to do everything for Jiwoo to have the wedding of her dreams.

“Ugh…” Baekhyun groaned as he reached for the bottle of wine. “Too much sugar,” he bitterly commented when he looked at them giving each other Eskimo kisses. “I think I’m gonna throw up. Do you want a refill?” Baekhyun offered, and I stretched my arm with an empty glass, ready for another dose of alcohol in my system.

If they were going to make out in front of us again, I might’ve as well numbed my senses with wine. Recently, I was too sensitive to public display of affection. Whenever I saw a happy couple, I was reminded of the kiss that I had shared with Baekhyun back in his parents’ house. I knew it was unhealthy to relive that memory, and it had to stop.

The timing couldn’t be any better for a resolution. I watched the lovebirds being so in love, and I wanted to experience these feelings, too. I deserved happiness, and since Baekhyun didn’t want to give it to me, I had to move on and seek it somewhere else. He wasn’t the only fish in the sea, and it was about time I comprehend that.

By the time of their wedding, I’ll have found someone worthy of my love.

“I think I need something a bit stronger than that, but pour it nonetheless,” I answered, and Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head, as he couldn’t believe that I actually said that out loud. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” I toasted, considering this exact moment as the beginning of another chapter of my life.

***

The weekend finally arrived – the first one after I had made my brilliant resolution. I was enthusiastic when I thought about getting back to dating. Unfortunately, when I came back home from work, I felt a little bit anxious. I had been dating ages ago, (back when Jungkook and I were a thing) and I was terrified to get back into the game.

Trying to save me embarrassment, I decided to spend the week focusing only on myself; it’d be a nice change after spending an entire week ‘auditioning’ local bands for Jiwoo’s wedding. According to her, DJs were too cliché, but regional performers hadn’t met her standards, either.

Also, she had a meeting with the best florist in the country scheduled for the next week, whereas the music agenda was ‘outsourced’ to Baekhyun and me.

This weekend was going to be all about me. I’d cook myself a nice dinner, and serve it with a bottle of my favorite semi-sweet wine. And I’d read a newly published romance novel while listening to trashy TV playing in the background. Later on, I’d take a relaxing bath, put a face mask, and have the beauty sleep which I had been deprived for way too long.

It was going to be perfect.

Everything was well-planned, and I had already told Jiwoo I couldn’t help her this weekend, so if she seriously needed expertise on anything to trash-talk later, she had to turn to Baekhyun. Regardless of how little she valued my contribution, I was beyond her reach this weekend.

And frankly, I wasn’t even sorry.

Sticking to my plan, I opened the refrigerator and analyzed what I could prepare without going outside; I had all ingredients for pizza, and though I fancied something else, I decided not to be picky. My pizza is yummy, and even if I had an appetite for something different, I’d eat it deliciously.

Having turned on the cooking channel, I got to work. Kneading the dough was the worst part, so I started with it. I prepared the other ingredients while the dough was rising. Within thirty minutes, everything was set, and when the temperature inside the oven was sufficient, I put it in.

I set the timer, and sat on the couch, pouring myself another glass of wine. Unfortunately, just when I focused on the screen, the woman on the show stopped talking, and the commercial break started. Just my luck. Could it get any worse?

And to answer my question, it could.

The Cutest Butt | 18:41 | are you busy?

What the hell did he want? I was going to spend some quality time alone, mostly because I was trying to forget about my stupid feelings. And right now, he was going to intrude?

Nope.

Not today.

Me | 18:42 | yep

Me | 18:42 | I’m busy

Me | 18:42 | sorry

Me | 18:42 | why are you asking?

I couldn’t let him catch me in his cobweb again. It was a miracle that I escaped (or at least I thought I did) his trap and he was just trying to lure me in with these silver strings again. It was tempting, but it’d be a mistake. First of all, I needed the distance. And then, I’d go on a date with the exact opposite of him. It’d be impossible to move on if he was around.

The Cutest Butt | 18:43 | I just wanted to hang out…

The Cutest Butt | 18:43 | whatcha doing?

I groaned, not really having the heart to lie to him. Well… I could, quite easily actually, but at the same time, I knew I’d go insane due to guilt. Whether he was aware of it or not, Baekhyun was a very precious person to me, and I’d feel terribly with my confabulation.

Me | 18:44 | I have a business meeting

Lying to him via the phone was simpler than doing that to his face. However, I should’ve thought about his reaction before I texted him; he was calling me right away, and I had no guts to either answer or decline the call. Talking was way more intimate than texting, and I was incapable of telling him lies without breaking my voice. He’d catch me right away.

My phone kept ringing, and when I was weighing my options, I heard knocking on my doors. Yeah, it was my weekend, yet everybody seemed to want to intrude my time alone.

Fun-fucking-tastic!

Not daring to answer the call, I fumbled with the lock, since I figured out I’d shoo the pestering stranger away, and then deal with the ignored phone calls from Baekhyun.

All at once, Baekhyun dialed my number once again, the oven started to beep, and I swung the doors open, internally screaming when I saw the last person I wished to visit me.

Damn Byun Baekhyun.

He had his phone pressed tightly against his ear, as he looked at me, and smiled warmly. “Are you having your business meeting wearing this?” He asked, and I blushed when I realized I was standing in front of him, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, an over-sized yellow T-shirt, no bra, and most importantly, no make-up.

“I was getting ready to leave, actually,” I said, lying shamelessly. The aroma of pizza lingered in the air, and it definitely reached Baekhyun’s nostrils. And even if didn’t, the beeping was giving away the mystery behind the delicious fragrance. “And what are you doing here exactly?”

“I was meeting a client in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d stop by, so I texted you. Then you wrote you’re busy, and I saw you had lights on, so I decided to check it out. I had a hunch that you were just trying to blow me off, but just in case there was a burglar I walked upstairs.” He explained, but his tone wasn’t the tiniest bit offended; if anything, he sounded amused and playful.

“Get inside, I hope you’re hungry,” I invited him in as I rushed to the kitchen to get the pizza out of the oven before it’d burn. Shortly after, Baekhyun joined me, and I reached to the cupboard for two plates and a wine glass for him.

“Wow, it looks and smells delicious,” Baekhyun peeked over my shoulder, “it probably tastes even better.” He added, and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re embarrassing me,” I said, and he just shrugged nonchalantly, letting me know he wasn’t going to stop complimenting me or/and my culinary skills because I told him not to.

“So… aren’t you going to reschedule your meeting?” Baekhyun inquired, as he sat down on the high stool, watching me cut the pizza for us. “It seemed pretty urgent.”

"The meeting is with myself," I genuinely answered, knowing there was no point in trying to keep lying. Baekhyun wasn’t interested in me, and I wasn’t going to act like a lady which I am not just to impress him. I was going to spend my evening just the way I planned it, and if Baekhyun wanted to intrude, he had to suffer through all of it. “You may as well join me. It’s gonna be super fun.”

“Oh, okay. What do you have in mind?” Baekhyun asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“We’ll eat, and then we’ll read some books. And later, we’ll do face masks. What do you think?”

Judging by the look on his face, he was terrified; his masculinity was very much threatened.

Having eaten the entire pizza and drunk a half the bottle, we moved to the couch; I occupied one side with a thick romance novel on my laps, while Baekhyun sat by the other end, reading something on his phone. The trashy TV was playing in the background, but none of us seemed to care about it.

Regardless of how hard I tried to focus on the reading, my eyes ran over the words, but my mind didn’t register them. I was at the bottom of the page, but I had no idea what I just read. And whose fault was that? Baekhyun’s! He didn’t even do anything; he just sat there. Effortlessly, he frustrated me, and I couldn’t concentrate on my novel.

“What’s going on? You’re glaring at me as if you want to dig my eyes out with a screwdriver,” Baekhyun said jokingly, and I reprimanded myself for staring at him so obviously. “Do you want me to go? Because if you need space, I’m a grown-up man, I can handle rejection.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just a little angry because of the character.” I answered, and it wasn’t a complete lie; the heroine was kind of annoying, and some of her actions (which my brain somehow recorded) made my blood boil. “You can stay here for as long as you want. You’re always welcome here.”

“You didn’t sound so welcoming when I was calling you…” Baekhyun said in an artificial offended tone. “But you shared your food with me, so we’re cool. Your pizza is to die for.” He added, and I groaned internally, thinking there’s nothing left for me to try to seduce him. The way to man’s heart is through the stomach, but in my case, even the feast wouldn’t work.

“Easy there. Complimenting me won’t get you another serving. This restaurant is closed.” I jested, and Baekhyun looked at me fondly, trying to make me give in. His eyes were glowing, his graze was soft, and if I hadn’t made my resolution, I’d have fallen for this trap.

“Too bad, I’m not full yet,” he said, stretching his numb limbs. Looking around my apartment, he massaged his stomach. “Well… you baked the pizza, so it’s only fair that now I cook something for you. Do you mind?”

“Not at all; you know where the kitchen is,” I said casually, relieved that he’d disappear out of my face. I couldn’t focus on anything when he was so close; more distance would do wonders to me. Now, with ease, I could take my phone, and install Tinder.

My problem was defined, and a new love interest would be the best remedy.

While Baekhyun was fumbling in the kitchen, I was setting up my profile. It was challenging to come up with an original bio and a passable profile picture, but by the time Baekhyun served his dish, I already swiped a few guys right. I had a whole week to weed out the weird ones, and I was positive.

“What is this?” I asked him since I couldn’t tell on the first glance what the hell he prepared. It looked strange, and it smelled even worse, but I appreciated the effort he had put into making it. Maybe, it tasted better than it looked, and I hoped it was the case.

“It was supposed to be spaghetti, but I think I’ve messed it up,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “You shouldn’t have let me in the kitchen. We should’ve just ordered takeout.” He confessed, and I laughed. Baekhyun was adorable, and even though I had made a promise to myself not to fall for him more, I felt more hooked with each sweet gesture of his.

“But you know what they say, “when you’re hungry, just have wine, maybe you’re just thirsty.” Thankfully, we have a lot of wine left,” I said, and Baekhyun smiled at me. Could he stop? It was driving me insane.

“It’s not a healthy approach,” Baekhyun remarked, and I poured us more wine.

“I never said it was,” I replied, smiling at him. “Let’s finish this bottle and go to sleep.”

“It’s not that late, I can go home,” Baekhyun said casually, and I had to admit – his words saddened me. Was I so repulsive? Boring perhaps? Sleeping with me hadn’t bothered him before, so what has changed? One moment, he is so warm and friendly, but in the other one, awfully cold. I hadn’t wanted him in the first place, but since he was already here, it disappointed me when he desired to leave.

“Oh,” I breathed out, not knowing what else to say. “OK, sure, if that’s what you want,” I added, and chugged down the rest of my wine, not risking the chance of slipping out something even more embarrassing. Baekhyun was in the area and stopped by for a while, and I turned the situation into an all-night pajama party. How silly of me.

Baekhyun finished his glass of wine, and then I escorted him to the doors. Casually, he said goodbye and wished me goodnight, but that was it. He went through the doors, and he was gone. In my head, I imagined him running back to me and kissing my breath away, but nothing of sorts happened.

And at this point, I should be glad it didn’t.

It was another reason to get over him; he didn’t see me that way, and it was about time I finally comprehended that. I had experienced it so many time that the words ‘he’s just not into you’ should be imprinted in my brain. Baekhyun was gone, and I was about to give my heart to someone who’d accept it.

***

Next Friday, Jiwoo and I met for another bridal appointment. So far, she had tried on over twenty wedding dresses, yet not even one had met her expectations. Jiwoo had always dreamt about a huge ball gown, but whatever dressed she wore, she could find flaws.

“I must tell you something,” I said when we waited for our assistant. “I have a date tomorrow,” I announced, and Jiwoo looked at me utterly surprised. Was the news that flabbergasting? It had been too much time since my last date, but she shouldn’t be that taken-aback. “I’m very anxious about it.”

“There’s nothing to be anxious about,” Jiwoo answered, trying to calm me down. For her, it was normal to go on dates; even before Hongbin, she dated regularly. I, on the other hand, was a completely different story. “Did you finally ask Baekhyun, or did he ask you?” She inquired indifferently, as she picked up a catalog with their autumn collection.

“Actually, I’m seeing someone else. Baekhyun’s an old story.” I announced, and once again, Jiwoo glanced at me, completely not expecting such a turn of events. Jiwoo asked me about the guy, and I was a bit embarrassed that I met him via dating app, so I lied. “His name is Taehyung, and we work together. And I must tell you, he’s a sweetheart.”

“So it’s over between you and Baekhyun?” She asked, and I refrained from laughing in her face; how could things between Baekhyun and me be over when we never were in a relationship to begin with? If anything it was one-sided pinning, and it was definitely over. “Shame, even though he annoys me sometimes, you two looked cute together.”

Ouch!

The assistant finally came. “Hello, my name is Hakyeon, and which one of beautiful ladies is the bride?” He asked, studying our features, and I pointed at Jiwoo; she was the heroine, and I was just her sidekick and sometimes mental support. “Tell me about your wedding.” Hakyeon encouraged, and Jiwoo began her lecture about Hongbin, how they met, how he proposed, what style the wedding was going to be, a trillion of other unnecessary details, and her perfect dress. It took Hakyeon almost an hour to escort her to the changing room.

Every dress Jiwoo tried on was beautiful, but she was determined to find a flaw on each one. She wanted to look like a princess on her big day, but none of the dresses made her feel like one. All of them were captivating and elegant, but they weren’t the dress.

Hakyeon even tried to convince her to try a different style – a mermaid. In my opinion, she’d look gorgeous, but she had made her mind, and nothing could alter her concept.

After 3 hours of trying on wedding dresses and making another appointment, we left the salon and went to a nearby Italian restaurant. It was Jiwoo’s treat.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you,” she remembered when the waiter walked away with our order. “Hongbin and I bought dancing classes for us.”

“Oh, good luck then,” I said, not sure how I should take this information.

“Let me finish,” she added excitedly. “The dance studio had this 2+2 promotion, and we figured you and Baekhyun could join us. Two hours every Wednesday; what do you think?”

It was a bad idea.

Baekhyun’s presence was messing with my head, and dance is a very intimate form of interaction. However, it regarded Jiwoo’s wedding, and ditching was never an option. I’d have to suffer through it for her sake. It was just two hours a week, I could handle it.

“Sure.”

***

The dancing classes were actually not that bad. Baekhyun and I were not dancing the right steps, and no matter how terribly our performance was, the teacher was incredibly friendly and supportive. She was one of these very positive people, who despite seeing all your mistakes encouraged you to keep dancing.

Jiwoo and Hongbin seemed to be slightly better than Baekhyun and I. Unlike us, they weren't acting so awkward around each other. Also, they were pressured to dance flawlessly, whereas Baekhyun and I were just doing it for fun, so we could actually slack off a bit more.

“It feels so strange not being scolded,” Baekhyun whispered into my ear when our teacher instructed us to focus on the steps that we somehow took quite well. “She’s like the complete opposite of Jiwoo, and I’m not sure which end of the spectrum annoys me more.”

“I don’t know, either,” I said casually, trying my best not to feel affected by his closeness. “We’ve been under Jiwoo’s tyranny for so long, I think we’re used to being treated like that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Baekhyun agreed with a deep sigh, probably thinking about a handful of memories in which we had been pushed around throughout the planning process. “Like always,” he whispered against my hair.

Wow, he was definitely too close.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, curious whether I was right or not.

“About cake,” Baekhyun said in a serious tone, but I only chuckled; it was astonishingly random. “One of the reasons why I agreed to become the best man was because Hongbin promised to take me with them when they were going to pick up the wedding cake. And it’s been months, and so far there has been no cake. Can you believe it?”

“How could they?” I snickered, and Baekhyun shook his head, a bit disappointed that I wasn’t as serious as he was. “I can bet you’ll get your cake soon enough. And if anything, you know I don’t like desserts that much, so I will share with you,” I added, and Baekhyun smiled at me, now contented with my answer.

“OK, one more time from the beginning, and we’ll finish for today,” the instructor said, and all of us waited for the music to start playing. Slowly, we followed the rhythm, entirely focused on each other’s eyes. For short three minutes, we were in our own world, communicating only with tender glances and shy smiles.

“You were great, see you next Wednesday.” She clapped her hands, and we thanked her for the lesson, even if we had learned very close to nothing. But we had plenty of time left to grasp the basics, so I wasn’t that worried. By the time of their wedding, Baekhyun and I will have been dancing on a professional level.

“Wait up guys,” Jiwoo hollered when I stepped away from Baekhyun, wanting to change my shoes. “We wanted to thank you properly for putting up with all of this.” Jiwoo started, staring into Hongbin’s eyes, squeezing his hand fondly. “I know we are a lot to handle sometimes, so Hongbin and I booked a paintball ranch for tonight. What do you think?”

Jiwoo seemed very genuine about the matter, and I loved her idea. I could finally put an end to my pent-up frustration. We would go into the woods, and I’d have a chance to shoot all of them with the paint. Baekhyun – for confusing me all the time and being so oblivious to my feelings, Jiwoo – for pushing me around all the time in regards of her wedding and whatnot and Hongbin – for being there in the middle of my personal drama and not doing anything to help me. I had lots of anger bottled up, and she gave me an opportunity to unleash it.

“It’s perfect; let’s go,” I answered enthusiastically, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically judging by their confused stare; maybe it was slightly out of my character, but once she announced the news, I couldn’t help myself but feel ecstatic about it.

I hadn’t been honest about my feelings, and I had to take it out on something, and paintball seemed more than suitable.

***

“How was your date?” Jiwoo asked me when we were alone in the changing room, putting on camouflage overalls. “How was it? Did you make out with him?”

Frankly, the date with Taehyung was perfect; he was an ideal combination of warmth, wit, and composure. Moreover, he was absurdly good-looking; he had soft hazelnut hair, big captivating eyes, and an incredible sense of fashion. I’d love to go out with him again, but he had one major flaw – he resembled Baekhyun too much, and it wasn’t fair for him if I kept seeing him. I knew he was too good to be some sort of a rebound, and I had told him just that.

His smile was just identical, and I couldn’t stand being reminded of Baekhyun every time Taehyung flashed his pearls. I needed someone entirely different, and even when personality-wise they were remarkably contrasting, I couldn't handle looking at him every day. I just had to keep searching for someone else, regardless of how unnatural it felt to turn down such an astonishing guy as Taehyung.

Jiwoo mustn’t have known the truth, so I lied.

“Yeah, we did; Taehyung walked me home, and then we made out. He’s a great kisser.” We hadn’t gone further than holding hands during the walk after the dinner. “And I wanted to invite him inside for a cup of coffee, but he happened to be a real gentleman.” I’d just spilled the truth about Baekhyun, and how I wanted to move on. “We’re meeting next Friday.” We’re not meeting ever again unless I change my mind and he’s still single. “But now, when I’m reflecting on the date, I think I don’t want to limit myself to one guy just yet.” Another lie if Jiwoo asks me why I’m having a date with a different man.

“I barely recognize you,” she hollered, patting my shoulder encouragingly. “You go, girl!”

“Yeah, it’s about time I get some,” I added, determined to actually do it. When in bed with a nice guy, Baekhyun would be the last of my concerns, and that’s what needed to be done. I really strived a pleasant date and a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.

“Atta girl! You have my full support,” Jiwoo cheered genuinely, and I wanted to shoot her with paint just a bit less. Sometimes, she could be remarkably annoying, but in a few rare moments, she was exactly the friend I needed. (Especially if I needed a little push to do the stupid but spontaneous thing.)

“Thanks,” I answered, closing my locker.

“No problem,” she said, and I sat on the bench, waiting for her. “You know what; I have to make a quick phone call. Why don’t you get the markers? I’ll join you in a while,” Jiwoo proposed, and with a sigh, I obliged with her proposition. It seemed reasonable.

Quickly, I left the locker room and walked to the reception where they distributed markers. I was the fastest one among my friends so I could choose the color, and since I knew Jiwoo would kill me if I picked pink, I settled on green.

I waited for the rest, and when we were ready, one of the employees led me to the northern gate, while the others were escorted to the other entrances.

The forest was rather dark at this hour, but every few trees there were electrical lanterns, shining some light. It was notably silent; hooting aside, I couldn’t detect anything. Gingerly, I moved onward. If anyone was nearing me, I could hear them in an instant. I was about to win this. Failure was not an option – I had to be the last one standing.

It was maybe fifteen minutes, and I didn’t notice any of my friends. Did they manage to finish each other off before my arrival? That would be disappointing – I wanted to be the one to take them down.

Somewhere within my earshot, I heard someone’s presence. Cautiously, I looked around but whoever it was either hid behind the tree or just lurked in the shadows. Smiling excitedly, I held my marker high and aimed. Slowly, I spun around; I didn’t see my opponent, but I could tell that he or she was waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my body; one was wrapped around my waist, the other on my mask. Whoever caught me couldn’t shoot me, so I had a chance to free myself and then counterattack. I wriggled, but unsuccessfully; the opponent was stronger and taller than me which meant it could be any one of them.

Before I noticed, I was trapped, being squeezed between the tree and the opponent. Our position didn’t allow having a clear shot, so I still wasn’t worried about my victory. Confidently, I looked up and saw the most beautiful pair of eyes which I could recognize everywhere – it was Baekhyun. Slowly, staring at me, he took off his mask. Why the hell was he teasing me instead just taking me down instantly?

Was he one of the predators who played with its prey before killing it?

“You’re so dead,” Baekhyun whispered as he took off my mask.

“Don’t get so cocky,” I teased, thinking how to use the current situation to my advantage. Baekhyun underestimated my skills, and I had a chance to outsmart him. But then, my brain froze when he leaned in and kissed me fervently.

It wasn’t like our first kiss; right now, he was quick, passionate, and maybe even slightly aggressive. During our first, we were slow, enjoying our little moment, but now, he was kissing me hard as if he was running out of time.

It confused me, but I couldn’t help myself; the sensation overwhelmed me, and I kissed him back, shamelessly moaning when he pressed his body against mine. It was just a kiss, but without any doubt, it was the most erotic episode in my life.

After what it seemed a century, he pulled out. I felt as if he stole all of my energy with his lips, and I almost whined at the lack of his warmth.

I was utterly confused. What did the hell happen? Did he just kiss me?

“Why?” I asked barely audibly, but Baekhyun instead of answered me, he just smirked, and took a few steps away from me, shooting my chest four times with yellow paint.

“Cocky you say,” Baekhyun said in a low voice, and I bit my bottom lip in wrath. How could he play me like that? It was a low blow. Did he know about my feelings and use them against me in such an infantile way? How could he? Now, I was ashamed for harboring feelings for him in the first place. What a dick!

I couldn’t let him leave like that. Maybe I was dead, but it was just a game, and I had a set of paintballs, and I wasn’t going to let them go to waste. It wasn’t why I came here. I needed revenge, and that was what I was about to execute.

“Baekhyun?” I called his name, using a mixture of scared and confused tone. Immediately, he turned around to enjoy his victory, but then I pressed the trigger. I didn’t miss once, and when my marker was empty, Baekhyun was all covered with green paint.

“I hope it was worth it,” I angrily said before I stormed off to the northern gate.

***

After that evening at the paintball ranch, I didn’t contact either of them. Mostly because of Baekhyun, but also because I was busy coordinating Jiwoo’s surprise bachelorette party. It’s a tradition that the bridesmaids organize the bachelorette party, but Jiwoo forbade us to do anything; it was her party, and she wanted to prepare it by herself.

I couldn’t let that happen. I was the maid of honor, and it was my duty. That’s why I made a group chat with other Jiwoo’s friends and convinced them to throw her a surprise bachelorette party. (This weekend, so she wouldn’t suspect a thing.)

The first point on our list was a fashion show – Jiwoo loved brand clothes, and the idea of taking her there seemed perfect. Later on, we would go go-kart racing since she loves speeding, and then we would end up in the lounge in the most fashionable club in the city, ogling at the most handsome stripper they could provide us with.

Without any doubt, Jiwoo would love it.

It was eight p.m., and Jiwoo’s two other friends were to escort her to the racetrack where other bridesmaids and I were waiting for her to deliver the information about her surprise bachelorette party.

When she arrived, she was taken aback and swayed by our intrigue.

“Guys, you really didn’t have to,” she said with plenty of gratitude in her voice, but I only smiled and handed her the gear she would need to race. “First, the fashion show, and now this? I love you all,” Jiwoo added, taking the equipment from me.

“I hope you can forgive me ditching the dancing classes when you know what kept me busy,” I said, hoping she’d understand my reasons. I had to lie to her in order not to get caught.

“I actually thought you were avoiding Baekhyun, to be honest,” Jiwoo concluded, yet I quickly denied her suspicions although she was partly right. I was conscious I was a laughing stock to him, and I got enraged at the mere mention of his name. Now, when my emotions were out of the bag, I didn’t have enough pride to face him.

“Nah, I was just making sure that your surprise bachelorette party is perfect,” I answered with a bright smile upon my face, actually looking forward to having lots of fun. It was her night, but I still could race as if my life depended on it, and pick up someone at the club.

The moment all of us were dressed in racing suits, we got into the go-karts. And to make the race more interesting, we decided to have a bet – whoever gets first to the finishing line also gets a private show at the club with a stripper of their choice.

Just as I expected, Jiwoo, being the crazy driver, won the race – she was the bride, she deserved victory. It was her bachelorette party, after all. I, on the other hand, arrived almost the last, but my loss didn’t hurt me that much. I was just too happy for Jiwoo to care.

In the limo, there were a few bottles of champagne to get us in the right mood before hitting the club. We couldn’t intoxicate ourselves earlier, so the short limo ride was our first and last chance to do so.

“It’s better than I’ve ever expected it to be,” Jiwoo admitted when the glasses were filled with the bubbly alcohol. “I love you guys,” she confessed, drinking her champagne in one go, and although I wasn’t nearly as good of a drinker as she was, I mirrored her actions.

“The bar is high, and we’re not even finished,” Jiwoo’s cousin mentioned, reminding Jiwoo that she will have a hard time topping our bachelorette party. “The best is yet to come,” she added as she pulled a bag with gadgets which signified that we’re indeed participating in a wild bachelorette party.

“Oh God, please no,” Jiwoo groaned and rolled her eyes upon seeing the tacky decorations. “I take that back about loving you guys. You are the worst,” Jiwoo complained, but none of us really cared. It was a tradition, and she had to suffer through it.

When the champagne was drunk to the last drop and the limousine parked in front of the club, we exited the vehicle and marched to our reserved lounge. It was in the VIP section, and I was very excited to experience such a glamour life for the first time.

Once we were all seated, I told the waiter to bring the bottle of their best rum, even though I was already buzzed after having all of that champagne. Jiwoo wasn’t affected by the alcohol at all, and it was our job to get her drunk.

“I can’t believe you made me wear it,” Jiwoo nagged, taking off her fancy dildo tiara. “I have an image to maintain, I can’t wear shit like that,” she added, and since we didn’t want to hear her complains all night long, we decided to let her do whatever she pleases.

Excitedly, Jiwoo poured us drinks, and we made a solemn toast for her night. Tonight, her place was in the spotlight, and I was going to encourage her to grasp as much attention as she could. Tonight, she was a superstar, and all of us were mere admirers.

“Are you ready for the main highlight?” I asked when we put our glasses on the table.

“The highlight?” Jiwoo wondered as she looked at me. “Does he have a name?”

“His stage name is pretty shitty, but I talked to him yesterday, and I can assure you he’s completely your style,” I answered, and the other girls hollered excitedly, as she couldn’t wait any longer for the stripper to show up. His performance was for Jiwoo, but the rest of us were thirsty for some nudity. “His name is Wonho. Wait a second, I’ll go get him.”

Quickly, I notified the manager about our request, and she told me she’d send Wonho to our lounge in no time. “Oh my God, he’s coming!” I shouted when I saw him walking behind me. “That’s Wonho,” I excitedly said when I sat down in our lounge.

“Which one of the beautiful ladies is the bride?” Wonho asked, and the girls squealed despite his slight speech defect. Almost instantly, his eyes stopped at Jiwoo, and she waved at him, acting unnaturally shy.

Wonho’s performance was explicit; he rocked his hips sensually, and I could vouch I caught Jiwoo moaning when he was dancing on her thighs. His enormous muscles flexed as he moved, and though he was absolutely not my style, I couldn’t help but ogle. He was excellent at what he was doing, and it was apparent that the girls would agree with me.

Although there’s a no-touching rule, it didn’t stop Jiwoo from doing that. Wonho didn’t seem to mind her ministrations, either. Maybe it was a bit paranoid of me, but Jiwoo looked as if she enjoyed his show a bit too much. I quickly dismissed this thought; it was her bachelorette party, it was her duty to have more fun. They weren’t doing anything wrong, after all. It was as innocent as stripping could be.

Unfortunately, Wonho couldn’t dance all night long. The performance had to end, and though unwillingly, we let him leave. With a body like his, he must’ve had other customers.

When we finished the ordered bottle of rum, we ordered some fancy cocktails. The alcohol has already clouded my mind, but I was having a lot of fun, so I didn’t mind another dose. It had been too long since I had this much fun, and I was going to get the most of this night.

Tonight was a perfect opportunity to dance with my girl friends, and then get laid with one of the hot guys met in the club. It had never been my thing, but having been under the dry-spell for so long, I no longer cared.

Having drunk the sweet cocktail, I was seriously buzzed; (probably as drunk as all of the girls together.) In a perfect mood, I hit the dance floor.

I was having so much fun I didn’t realize how much time I was actually there. It felt like twenty minutes, but so many people were now on the dance floor, it probably was two hours.

Out of breath, I ordered another cocktail, and when the bartender gave it to me, I returned to our lounge where some of the girls were chatting frantically. Casually, I joined their conversation, and we all giggled when remembering Wonho’s performance. Without any doubt, they were to hire him again for another bachelorette party.

“You rocked back there,” Jiwoo’s cousin said, mentioning my dance moves, and I just shrugged, being used to hearing compliments about it.

“Thanks,” I replied indifferently, sticking the straw between my lips, sipping the cocktail. “And what about you girls? Why aren’t you dancing?” I asked, changing the topic, not being comfortable being in the center of attention for too long.

“We’re going for a smoke. Are you going with us?” Jiwoo’s co-worker announced, but I shook my head. I don’t smoke, and at this time when it’s so cold outside, accompanying them was the last thing on my mind. If they wanted to freeze their butts off, they had to do it alone.

“I’ll pass but thank you for the offer,” I said, watching them go outside.

Sitting alone in the lounge, I quickly finished the cocktail and went to the bathroom. Strangely enough, there was no queue in front of it; I just pushed the doors opened and walked inside. Only to rush out as soon as I saw a couple which fucked on the sink.

“Seriously?” I asked rhetorically, as I wasn’t able to believe they couldn’t have made it to the cubicle. They had to fuck right there for everyone to see. The audacity!

Annoyed beyond endurance, I stood a few meters from the entrance, waiting for them to be finished. I highly doubted they could go for long in such circumstances. And I was right; it maybe was three minutes, and they were gone.

However, I couldn’t believe my eyes what I saw. It was Jiwoo and Wonho. I knew what I had seen; she fucked the stripper, and there was no way I was misreading the situation. She really cheated on Hongbin.

Wow, so she hadn’t changed after all.

Having witnessed the infidelity, I lost my focus, functioning on the autopilot. I could remember going to the bathroom, ordering another cocktail at the bar, rejecting a few guys who wanted to dance with me, chatting with Jiwoo when she was ordering shots for herself, and lastly, Jiwoo calling someone to pick up “his girlfriend” because I had drunk one cocktail too many. I barely registered what was going on around me, but her phone call still confused me. Excuse you, I wasn’t anybody’s girlfriend.

As soon as she hung up, she told the bartender to stop making me drinks, and despite me, being one of the best customers that night, he had the nerve to obey her.

“I heard you’re causing trouble,” I heard a familiar voice when he leaned in and placed his hand on my back. “Jiwoo told me to collect you, so here I am.”

“Wow, since when you’re her bitch?” I asked, too drunk to filter my words. Jiwoo and Baekhyun had done me wrong, and I wasn’t going to pretend I was okay with their shenanigans. I was sick and tired of being their friend, and it was about time they found out what I thought. “I’m not causing trouble, so you can go back to minding your own business.”

“First of all, I’m not her bitch,” Baekhyun said, a bit fed up with my attitude. “I came here because I was concerned,” he added, and I laughed loudly. It was a good one. He was concerned – yeah, right. It was foolish of him if he seriously thought I’d fall for that. “It’s not funny, I mean it. And why are you acting like that? Has something happened?”

Plenty of things happened which led me to this situation, but it was for the better he didn’t know. Baekhyun wasn’t invested in this chaos, and I didn’t want to drag him in. It was already too complicated without him, and I knew he’d only stir more drama.

“It’s none of your concern,” I answered stubbornly, refusing to share anything with him. “And if you want me to feel better, just order me another cocktail. I’m thirsty,” I said, and Baekhyun turned to the bartender, ordering me a glass of water. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“You need to sober up, and I’ll take you home,” Baekhyun said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing I wasn’t going to leave with him. I was to leave the club with somebody who would fuck me, and since Baekhyun viewed me only platonically, it wasn’t an option.

“No way,” I spoke, jumping off the high stool. If he expected it to be easy, he was wrong. I was done with him, so he might as well leave right now.

“Don’t be like that,” Baekhyun whispered into my ear when he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me against him. “Let me get your coat.” His breath tickled my skin, and I shut my eyes close, cursing myself for not pushing him away.

Baekhyun walked away to bring me my coat, and I stood there like an idiot, easily manipulated by his sweet talk. He knew what influence he had on me, and he used it to make me his little puppet.

Thankfully, it was the last time I’d see him. With the knowledge I possessed, I couldn’t be Jiwoo’s maid of honor anymore. The only excuse I had to meet him wasn’t valid now, and it gave me hope for starting anew with someone who appreciated me for who I was. I had wasted enough time on the friendship with them anyway.

“Here,” he said, mentioning me to turn around, so he could help me put it on. “Where is your purse?” Baekhyun inquired when he noticed I wasn’t carrying one.

“I didn’t bring it. I was supposed to get back to Jiwoo’s after the party.” I explained, and Baekhyun nodded, opening the doors like the real gentleman he made me think he was.

“So I’m guessing you don’t have your keys, either,” Baekhyun concluded, and I just nodded slightly. “It’s okay; you can crash at my place tonight. It’s not that far.”

I didn’t like that idea, but I didn’t have any other options. I didn’t have anyone who would let me crash at their place at such late hour without previous notice. I’d have to go with Baekhyun, rest, and then go to Jiwoo in the morning to get my keys.

“Are you feeling better?” Baekhyun asked me when we stopped at the crosswalk. “How much have you drunk?”

“You killed my buzz; how do you think I feel?” I answered, now almost completely sober. I wasn’t feeling lightheaded or dizzy or sick. “I feel okay. Don’t worry, I won’t throw up, I’ve had like two glasses of champagne and two and a half cocktails.”

“I think for you it’s more than enough,” Baekhyun snickered, and I fought the urge to argue. It was our last interaction, and I didn’t want to leave the unfavorable impression of me. I’d rather have him remembered me as chill and carefree. “What’s the occasion anyway?”

“It was Jiwoo’s surprise bachelorette party,” I answered, explaining the details regarding the celebration. “I still can’t believe she called you to escort me home.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way. I didn’t expect to see you so soon after what happened at the paintball ranch.” Baekhyun stated, and I looked at him, shocked that he actually had the balls to explain his strange behavior. “I know it was random, and I’m sorry for doing it. I j-just, I have no idea what got into me. I overheard Jiwoo talking on the phone, and she told someone you had a date with some dude, so I panicked.”

“And why would you panic? It’s not that we’re together. And you don’t like me that way, either,” I interjected casually, finding this story really amusing. He panicked – right, as if I’d believe that. He had never done anything that would indicate he was attracted to me. “Please, don’t make me laugh, it’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not,” Baekhyun said, stopping in his track in front of me, blocking the way. “How would you know how I feel?” He asked, and I wanted to answer him how lack of action is pretty self-explanatory. “You’re an amazing woman, and there’s not a thing I don’t like about you. I just didn’t want to act on my feelings because–“

“I don’t need to know,” once again, I stopped him before I heard something I didn’t want to. I didn’t even confess to him, yet he was still to reject my feelings in the most polite way imaginable. “Some things are better left unsaid,” I added, as I bypassed him, going forward even though I didn’t know where he lived.

Baekhyun groaned, and before I managed to walk ten meters, he ran up to me, spinning me around, making me face him. “Can you just shut up and listen to me?” Baekhyun asked in a slightly angry tone, and I obeyed his order, not used to his hot and bothered demeanor. “You’re unbearable now; you realize that, don’t you?” He added, but I didn’t dare to speak.

Sighing, he took a step toward me, invading my personal space. His eyes stared in mine, and his hands cupped my cheeks, holding me still if I ever thought of looking away. “Sometimes, you’re really unbearable. Sometimes, you do things you hate, and you get annoyed, and I have no idea why you’re doing it in the first place. Sometimes, you do lame things, yet you don’t care what others think of you. I’ve been thinking about you for a while now, and I know it’s out of the blue, but I think I’m in love with you. I understand you must be confused right now since I didn’t show you any affection, but it’s true. I didn’t act on my feelings because I was afraid we would screw up their wedding if something goes wrong between us. But when I heard you started seeing other people, I just risked everything.”

Baekhyun explained, and I didn’t know how to react. The way he put it made me angry and happy at the same time. I had been waiting for that moment to occur for way too long, and now when it happened, I was speechless.

“Just say something,” Baekhyun said in a low voice. His eyes were trained on me, trying to detect the slightest change in my demeanor. “Anything; please, don’t leave me hanging.”

“What do you want me to say?” I fired, unsure of how I should conduct this conversation. Baekhyun wanted me, and I wanted him, but it wasn’t that simple. He was Hongbin’s best friend, and I was Jiwoo’s, and she dared to cheat on her fiancé. There was a mess inside my mind, and I didn’t have energy or willingness to think it through now. “I’ve always thought actions speak louder than words,” I said, hoping he’d understand what I wanted him to do.

“You wouldn’t let me do that if you were indifferent about me,” Baekhyun whispered before he leaned in and captured my lips. It was the third time we were kissing, and it was a delicious mix of our previous interactions. He started gently, and it quickly grew in passion. His lips were soft, and I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I’ve never been indifferent about you,” I confessed shyly, feeling relieved that I no longer had to keep my feelings bottled up. “How could I? You’re just you, and it’s more than enough for me.”

“God, why haven’t I done it sooner?” Baekhyun asked rhetorically, yanking me against him, holding me tightly. His hug wasn’t nearly as good as in my wildest dreams, and right now, it conveyed so much emotion, I felt overwhelmed.

“And whose fault is that?” I snickered, and Baekhyun just sighed, enjoying our hug.

“Of course, it’s mine.”

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Allurance - Roommates AU (Home is where you are) CHAPTER 1

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Lance sighed, burying himself in the couch while he waited for the arrival of his new roommate. Not like it was exactly his choice, but the conclusion of quite of a lot of coincidences.

When he had moved from Cuba, he knew he was going to share wherever place he found to live. Not because paying the bills would be easier -well, yes, that was rationally the reason- but because he wouldn’t be able to live in an empty house, no when he was so used to share everything with his brother, his sisters, his nephews, his mom, his dad, his abuela… He needed to feel there was people around him like he needed the sea of Varadero’s Beach, and his mom’s garlic knots.

And so, he felt so lucky finding Hunk, and later Keith as his roommates. Hunk was so friendly and an amazing cook and the nice scent always flooding the house whenever he cooked helped to not feel so homesick. That boy was a genius! Eating at home always felt like going to a fancy restaurant, every single day. Lance had had his trouble convincing him but felt so proud when Hunk finally chose a culinary minor apart from his engineering major. He did really enjoyed it and man, that was all Lance wanted.

Keith was a later incorporation. Lance at first didn’t exactly enjoyed his company, because they were rivals and the mullet guy didn’t even remember it, always being so emo and not able to understand basic stuff - “I say Vol- and you say -tron”, what was there to not understand? -. But getting to know him, he wasn’t that of an asshole. He was supportive, in his own weird way, and could be a good laugh when he wanted to. Even his mullet wasn’t that bad after all.

But then the coincidences came, and he couldn’t help to feel like the world was plotting against him. Keith’s brother, Shiro, had been recently rescued from a mission in Iraq after a year being assumed death. He had gone with Keith to the hospital, wanting to support his friend and the state they found Shiro in left his devasted. He was missing an arm and was haunted by nightmares he couldn’t quite control -the doctors had to sedate him, so he didn’t turn violent. He wouldn’t have known what to do, but Keith, Keith showed such strength that made Lance realize he was never giving up on his brother. And so, it made sense that he moved home with him, he would have never dared to stop him. But Hunk, man, Hunk had totally betrayed him!

“Lance, I had this planned before Keith’s moving”

“Ah, vavavva, shut up! You’ve no right of saying anything when you’re leaving me, so you can move with your girlfriend. Betrayal!”

“Dude, you were happy about us when I told you.” Lance made a pout, cause that’s exactly how he had felt. Shay was that rare kind of people that seemed so pure for this world. And by the way they acted whenever she came to their flat, he knew they were so so in love… he secretly wished to one day find something like what they had.

“I know… It’s just, I’d be so lonely” he finally admitted, feeling Hunk’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned, he could feel the big boy’s arms around him, in a way it reminded him of his whole family in those big hugs they did when someone felt down. He was going to miss his friends so much.

While he was helping Hunk moving with the help of Shay, he overhead them talking and when he stepped into the room he saw them smiling way too much in his direction. Shay came to help with the boxes, lifting them like they barely weighted a thing. That girl was strong.

Cute and strong.

Lance always joked about how he loved girls who could pick him bridal style and jokingly flirted with Shay, winking at her while telling her that if she wasn’t going out with his best friend, he would totally be at her feet. That always made the girl giggle. Because even if Lance seemed like a flirty lover boy, she knew that wasn’t true at all. Lance was a gentleman to the core. He simply made those comments to make her laugh, overdoing those finger guns everyone secretly adored.

“Hunk told me you’d kinda feel lonely. I’m sorry I’m taking him from you.”

“What?! No Shay, please, don’t apologise for such thing! You both thought about it months ago and I know how happy it makes Hunk and you” he smiled, but Shay could still see the sadness that smile was trying to hide. “Now I’d have the whole flat for myself, living the single’s life. Girls out there get ready for Lancy-Lance!”

Shay shacked her head, stepping closer to him knowing that what she was about to ask was just right.

“So, you wouldn’t mind sharing the flat with a girl, am I right?”

Shay explained him about her own roommate, Allura. When she talked about moving with Hunk, Allura said she had a place to stay and fully supported her friend. But something had happened with said place and Allura had found herself alone with a flat she couldn’t afford and 4 mice. Lance didn’t quite understand the mice part but kept listening. He kinda was in the same situation as Shay’s friend, and being honest, he’d love some company.

Being alone, well, that wasn’t Lance McClain’s thing.

Also, it was Shay the one asking him. He knew she wouldn’t be friends with anyone, less share a flat with them. And for what Hunk had told him, Allura was a really nice girl. And so, he found himself waiting for her to arrive in her car.

He barely knew anything about her. Just her name and that she owed 4 mice. He smiled to himself, imagining sharing his flat with someone Cinderella-like. Would her clothes turn into rags at midnight too?

He was thinking about it when he heard a knock in the door. Shit, he had been sitting by the window so he could see her arrive, for nothing. He rushed to the door, opening it to find himself facing a pile of boxes. He was going to say something when he felt them gravitate towards him. He extended his arms, trying to catch the body behind them.

He felt something warm against his chest, lowering his gaze to find the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen staring at him. They were like galaxies, with confusion shinning inside them. Lance felt his checks burning hot, and his mouth trying to articulate words that never formed in his lips. The stranger beat him to that.

“I’m sorry, looks like I tripped” she smiled, and Lance felt like his heart had stopped. She was so so beautiful “Thank you for catching me.”

“Oh, yes, well, no need to thank!” he finally said, clearing his throat as he gently let her body go, making sure she was steady standing in her feet. “Allura, right?”

“Yes!” she answered with so much enthusiasm Lance felt his knees go weak. “Lance if I’m correct”

“Yup, the one and only. At your service, my lady” he theatrically bowed, giving her a shining smile that faced as soon as he straightened up. “Please come in. Sorry I wasn’t at the door when you arrived, I’d have helped you with the boxes… that are all in the floor. But I didn’t hear anything cracking so they should be fine…”

“Yes, don’t worry, it’s all clothes” she stepped inside, dodging out the boxes as Lance guided her to the centre of what seemed the living room. The floor was wood’s, with the walls painted in blue and white, the same as the furniture, so many plants and big windows with coloured wood that somehow give a Cuban vibe. Well, it made sense as Lance was from there, or so said Shay.

“Your room in this way” Lance said, leading her to an empty space with a small balcony and its own bathroom. “Hunk and I used to sleep here, but as you’re a girl I thought it would give you more privacy, and so I’m staying at Keith’s room now. It’s too blue I suppose. Keith always said this room was like stepping into an ocean, vah, he is too emo to understand the amazingness of blue… oh, but you can paint the walls whatever colour you like, just say the word and we change it!”

Allura blinked, overwhelmed by all the information that left his lips in so little time. When he finally looked her way, expecting some kind of response, Allura was moved by eyes she had not realized were blue before. Blue like an ocean after a storm, so deep it almost felt as if you’d drown in them if you stared too much.

“Oh, but I do like blue” she smiled, making Lance smile as well, giving her a proud look as if only them knew the true value of the colour blue. Allura giggled a little. Shay was right, he was cute indeed.

“Okay! So, let’s bring all your stuff blue-lover-friend!”

And at that, Allura couldn’t help to laugh in a way she had never done in a long time.

“These are Platt, Chulatt, Plachu and Chuchule” she explained with the mice in her hands, showing them to Lance as he left the last box in the floor. “They say it’s an honour to share an apartment with you.”

“So, the mice thing was true” he said, stepping closer to see the mice. He extended a finger to them, mimicking a handshake with their tiny paws. They made a cute noise, which made Lance laugh lightly. “You wouldn’t happen to lose footwear around, do you?”

“No” she raised her eyebrow, mimicking the one Lance had in his own face. “And neither do my carriages turn into pumpkins and my clothes into rags when it’s past midnight.”

Lance couldn’t help to laugh. She had caught his reference! And answered him with such grace! If he had any doubts about her being his roommate, they were all gone. Sharing the apartment with her would be an honour, as the “mice” had said.

N O T E S

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about it: well it’s a roommate AU -wow, don’t tell me, right?-, in which I picture Lance and Allura sharing an apartment and the different situations they find themselves into with said sharing. “Home is where you are” is like another name for this series.

I’m not sure about the estructure, probably they will chapters following a major plot line but developving independent stories in each of them. Something like revealing little details that will converge into the final chapter? Well, I hope reading the whole thing would be self-explanatory... The lenght of each chapter would vary a lot as well, depends on the inspiration and how the story evolves.

The pov would be changing between Lance’s and Allura’s depending mostly of what character I want to look at the situation with. I mean, that depends on which eyes I want to borrow so is that character the one mixing its feelings with the narrative... something like that.

IMPORTANT THING -> English is not my first language so probably there would be mistakes, like totally, is like a thing you’ve to accept if you keep reading the story. Also when using the Spanish in the fic, it’d probably resemble more the Castillian Spanish than the one used in Cuba -of course I’d try to keep it as accurate as possible- because the first one is my mother tongue and I will rely more on what I speak.

Here are some notes/major plot lines I intend to follow, maybe with some edits to them:

i thought i was safe speaking in my native tongue about you. turns out you took (insert language) as a school elective for 7 years and know pretty much everything i’ve been saying about your beautiful eyes and ass...

you’re hot and i talk about you over the phone with my friends all the time using a code name that we thought was really clever, but it’s actually really obvious and you’ve known all about my Huge Crush on you this whole time and that’s why you’ve been walking around half naked so much

my mom/dad/parent/sibling is in town and is crashing with me, therefore us, and they’re convinced that we’re secretly dating

i have a mad crush on you so i’m going to keep bringing people over to make u jealous but you either don’t give a fuck or are pretending not to notice

bonus notes: I’ve been collecting reference material for the apartment’s appereance aka Pinterest photos and drawings of people’s houses and bedrooms. Because descriptions are easier when you’ve something to describe or at least a concept. As the story keeps going I would make collages and probably even try interior design -I’ll draw the apartment, cause yeah, who cares if I’ve never done it before?!-. I’ll add as well photos for stuff I think could be relevant, such as the clothing or maybe, pufff, the hairstyles?

I’m a visual person and I think having references helps a lot to picture the story on your mind. So I’ll do that, so you can see what I see when I’m writing... or something like that.

Hope you guys enjoy this fic and I’d love to ear your opinions about it. Any questions, ideas, headcannons or suggestions are always welcome!

#allurance #roommate au #home is where you are #my writing #not first time writing a fic but kinda as if it was #it has been so long #this is for the allurance discord who has been supporting this fic even before the first chapter was written #thank you guys #hope you like it and that it is a good contribution to this ship i love so much

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romvnova · 6 years

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Torvi’s Owen Grady Headcanons

Some headcanons I go by/try to keep in mind while writing Owen Grady Collection. I’ll likely add more as I think of them. I wrote half of these at work on my breaks so if it’s a little disjointed/repetitive that’s my excuse and I’m stickin’ with it.

• Was a Navy SEAL - via Chris Pratt’s own headcanon of Owen. A headcanon I can easily get behind. Throughout both films Owen keeps a calm, level head in every situation he’s thrown into in Jurassic World and Fallen Kingdom. He thinks quickly on his feet. He’s not fazed by a whole lot in either film and you can generally tell he’s a man that has seen shit prior to JW. He probably served a tour or two during his time while he was enlisted. I have yet to figure out why he left the SEALS but I’m sure I’ll eventually come up with a reason when I get to that point in the novel.

• Was likely in command of a platoon/squad - Owen thought of himself as the raptor “alpha”. Notably ( aside from the raptor alpha thing ) I feel like Owen being a platoon/squad leader makes the most sense because Owen clearly didn’t like Claire’s need to be in control of him and felt extremely disrespected by it. He regularly dismissed Hoskins’ (who was his boss) commands until he no longer had a choice and was backed into a corner he knew he couldn’t fight his way out of. Owen clearly doesn’t like/appreciate people telling him what to do or asserting their rank/title/power over him and I honestly don’t see him being an inherently recalcitrant person. If he was I seriously doubt he’d have joined the military where they’re all about rank structure and obedience.

• Sole survivor - Owen doesn’t appear to socialize with anyone on the island beyond Barry, Hoskins and Claire. It’s evident through-out the first movie that he kept to himself and his raptors. Even in Fallen Kingdom he had a very small social circle of Claire, Maisie and briefly Zia and Franklin. Admittedly, he’s a bit of a recluse evidenced by his reaction to seeing Claire “what do they want now?”. He clearly wants to be left alone with his raptors; and I’m assuming this isn’t the first time Claire’s been sent to get Owen to do something for Misrani because someone, somewhere knew that they had some sort of history and Owen was more susceptible to saying ‘yes’ to Claire. Not to mention his comments to Claire in the deleted scenes of JW: “other people in your life is messy” & “humans are an overrated species”. He’s disillusioned when it comes to other people. Which makes me err towards a point I’ll make later: he’s seen the worst humanity has to offer. Perhaps he was betrayed by a fellow comrade or perhaps he lost his squad/platoon and thus has isolated himself to avoid the, in his own words, “mess” and the pain that loss leaves in it’s wake.

• Animal Lover - Owen is very outspoken with his protest when Claire calls the Isla Nublar dinosaurs “assets”. He obviously doesn’t agree with exploiting them or making hybrids just to up the “wow” factor. Not to mention watching him soothe the dying Brachiosaurus is proof enough that he sympathizes easily with the animals & cares about them. He had a rifle. He could have put it out of it’s misery but he didn’t. I think that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Maybe because Claire was there and he didn’t want her to see it ...but I doubt it. Claire doesn’t need his protection and he knows it. She’s been on Isla Nublar much longer than him and no doubt she’s seen her fair share of ACU putting down dinos. I thinking killing the Brachiosaurus would have been crossing a line he doesn’t want to cross (maybe for a second time) and so he soothes it as best he can until it finally dies.

• So why’d he take the InGen Job? - Not because of the money. Owen doesn’t strike me as a man that’s greedy. He lived in a bungalow/Airstream RV even on an technologically advanced Island where I’m sure, if he’d have asked for it, could have gotten a fancy suite like Claire no doubt had. Owen took the job with InGen because even though he doesn’t agree with weaponizing the dinosaurs the best case scenario: it doesn’t work out vs. worst case scenario: it does work but without him the raptors won’t cooperate, etc, therefore InGen couldn’t just eliminate him when he stood in their way. He was one half of a key to “controlling” the raptors and without him the other half of the key ( Blue ) wasn’t going to cooperate. She’d sooner eat Hoskins than listen to anything he tried to tell her. This conclusion took me a while to get to. I struggled to understand for a while why someone who is very vocal about not using the raptors as war machines would willingly take on a job where he was training and researching to see if Raptors could follow human commands. He obviously knew Hoskins’ and by proxy InGen’s plan for his raptors all along. They needed specific things from him and in order to get the results InGen wanted they realistically couldn’t have left Owen in the dark. Not to mention, there was no ounce of surprise from Owen when Hoskins first enters the film. Clearly, Owen’s been dealing with and brushing him off for quite some time. Owen’s one step ahead in the game, though. He knew if he didn’t take the job then someone else who would monopolize and weaponize the raptors would’ve taken it in his stead and he couldn’t let that happen. For the sake of the animals.

• Raptors + Coping Mechanism - It probably wasn’t intentional at first: as I said previously, Owen likely considered the best and worst case scenario if he said yes vs. no and decided it might as well be him because ...what else does he have? I feel like the raptors quickly became his coping mechanism to deal with PTSD. Owen’s past is shrouded in a lot of mystery, especially his time as a SEAL because he can’t talk about it and the films never divulged into it. It really wasn’t relative information at the time. We knew what we needed to know about Owen. I imagine he saw a lot of terrible shit during his time with the Navy and training/researching the raptors proved as an escape for him. Kept him busy. They gave him a purpose. He had to look out for them. They challenged him and he had to learn how to adapt to the pack’s dynamic and where his place among them was thus not allowing his mind to ever wander too far. One misstep and he was raptor lunch. Not to say they were strictly coping mechanisms; it was obvious he was attached to them from the get go ...probably since the moment they hatched ( though we all know he’s attached to Blue in particular ).

• Not a People Person + Claire - Claire says she likes people. She’s clearly a people person. Owen isn’t. Not really. Except he’s undoubtedly charismatic, brave, stalwart, altruistic and people take to him right away. Owen’s a protector and it’s gravitational. They like and admire him. Gray, Zach, Zia, Franklin and Maisie are all proof of that. Owen? He tends to isolate himself from people except those in his circle ...and going off the belief that he was a SEAL I feel like he’s seen some of the worst humanity has to offer and it affects his willingness to be around other people in general.

Owen’s social circle gradually grows with each movie and I feel like that’s definitely Claire’s influence on him. Bryce said in an interview that Owen makes Claire a better person and I fully believe that goes the other way too. Claire helps him see the good in the world. They need each other and they’re one another’s support system ...even if they don’t always see eye to eye and get along ( but honestly what married couple does? ).

#owen grady collection #owen grady #jurassic world #jurassic world fallen kingdom #jw #jwfk #headcanon #welcome to jurassic queue #claire dearing #jw: blue #blue the raptor

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chasingparamasturbatoryillusions · 6 years

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General:

How long will they last? Scully’s immortal, so probably until Mulder dies.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? HM. I feel like that’s debatable based on character and who you ask and your definition of love. You can make the argument that Mulder was in love by Scully’s abduction, but I don’t buy into that. But he definitely was by the time she almost died from cancer so. I think he knew sometime during s4, during the latter half, and I think that’s definitely - you can make arguments about the beginning of Memento Mori, and I think those are correct, and it was definitely a mutual thing by the first movie, so I would say the end of s4 at the latest for both of them. Not that they did anything about it. For another two years.

How was their first kiss? –gonna start by assuming that Millennium was not the first kiss because that. didn’t. feel like. a first kiss? And so much of that aspect of their relationship happens where we, as viewers, don’t see it, that I feel it was likely for that, too, and I think. I think the first time would’ve been. Not an accident, but. Smaller? Like that moment where you’re not quite sure that what you’re about to do is a good idea, but you do it anyway? And the thing is that, like, in writing people build up these really slow and sensual and romantic first kisses, and the thing is, they’re not all like that. And I think, maybe, this was one of those moments where it wasn’t…it wasn’t big at first, it was small and a taste and Mulder’d probably had something with onions or too much garlic so he had to go brush that taste out and then they tried again, and it was awkward because they knew but then the third time was right and they settled.

Wedding:

Who proposed? I think proposals are probably far too overly romantic for either of them and it was more of a discussion that ended with marriage not as a conclusion but as something they realized they both wanted from each other (as opposed to other conclusions where they individually realized it was something they wanted but thought the other didn’t).

Who is the best man/men? Skinner. Maybe Doggett if they can find him. But, honestly, this is Mulder. Who else would he ask? Who else does he know? But this also assumes that, like,they had a big wedding where they did that sort of thing, and I’m not sure that’s the case. WILLIAM. Because they totally aren’t married yet and since they’re not I can assume big happy family and YO HAVE WILLIAM.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? …gut instinct says Reyes but right now she’s off with CSM which is kind of a betrayal, so I. don’t know. If Melissa were still alive, it would’ve been her, but. I still think it should’ve been Reyes, and if that problem gets fixed, I still think it would be. But then you run into that same question of - these two are really secluded in what they do, so there’s not really a large swath of people they know and trust for this sort of thing.

Who did the most planning? Scully. Don’t let Mulder plan a wedding. It would not go well.

Who stressed the most? Mulder. Because he’s bad about dates and events and being on time and this is one of those things where it’s kind of important you be on time, Mulder but also his guilt complex would have him think that there are better options for Scully out there and. I think Scully would stress more about the general ceremony, but Mulder would stress more about the marriage aspect.

How fancy was the ceremony? Not very. I think it was small. And informal. And I know there’s a sliding scale but let me do a general answer, too. Because, for me, the number is more indicative of size than anything.Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? …CSM. Krycek, if he were still alive. But mostly CSM.

Sex:

Who is on top? Mulder.

Who is the one to instigate things? Scully.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7, if five is once every couple of weeks | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? The question is not how long but how frequent. Plus One suggests that a couple of hours is more than enough time but also suggests that they can go once and then be good to go again a few hours later. So– I’d say it depends on who needs what. They go longer if Mulder has the opportunity for oral. Just saying.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? No, because sometimes a man wants to please his wife but doesn’t really need an orgasm himself, yo.

How rough are they in bed? And gonna give a general on this in relation to the sliding scale because. I don’t think Mulder does rough. I really don’t think that’s in his sexual vocabulary. But also I don’t know why really dirty talk constitutes as super rough, so. -shrugs-Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 but only in comparison to four, because I don’t think every time is a thing. | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? –I don’t think this is an in public sort of number, though, and honestly, if I remember correctly, Scully very much wants touch, and Mulder’s typically going to be open to it, even if it’s just small things.No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children: you didn’t.

How many children will they have naturally? One.

How many children will they adopt? None.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Scully. Because Mulder wasn’t around. (Otherwise Mulder because Scully would have an actual job and Mulder would totally be a stay-at-home conspiracy theory crazy dad.)

Who is the stricter parent? Given the opportunity, Mulder, because he knows how to find shit on a computer and get the kid in trouble for it.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Neither because they didn’t raise him. Scully. But only if she got to him before Mulder convinced him to pull the dangerous stunt.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Neither because they didn’t raise him. Scully. Because if she let Mulder do it, half of the food would be inedible. (Mulder would give him cash to buy a school lunch.)

Who is the more loved parent? Scully because she gets visions and Mulder got nothing. Still Scully. I mean. Mulder’s the kind of dad who wants to be cool dad which is nice, but let’s be real, everyone loves Scully more.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Neither because they didn’t raise him. Scully would want to be there, but Mulder was the one who actually showed up because the hospital needed her for whatever reason and if you don’t think Mulder is one of the stereotypical PTA moms.

Who cried the most at graduation? Scully.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? MULDER.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? If anyone in this family cooks, it’s William, because Scully’s at the hospital and Mulder burns water.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Scully. With her diets. And salads. And low-fat food.

Who does the grocery shopping? Mulder and William, which causes problems, because they want junk food and microwave dinners and hamburgers and conveniently forget to get salads and healthy things and Scully gives them the look and then they have to go back except it’s during the week so Mulder has to go by himself and it’s nowhere near as much fun.

How often do they bake desserts? They don’t. William is not a baker, Scully’s at work, and Mulder…could maybe make brownies from a box. But he’d add a bunch of sugar and they’d be inedible except with a TON of milk. Skim milk.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Mulder is a meat eater, but as a whole they probably eat more salads because when they eat as a family, William caters to what his mom wants (and let’s be real, so would Mulder).

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Neither. Well. Mulder would try, but it would be a disaster, so he’d think about it and…try again under the impression he’d do better this time, and it still wouldn’t work out. Eventually it would, but by the time it did, Scully would have learned not to trust his anniversary cooking attempts.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Scully. Because that is significantly safer.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Mulder wants to let all of you know that he can cook basic meals and he is not helpless in the kitchen. But also he would totally be the one more likely to burn the house down because he experiments with food in ways that he really, really shouldn’t.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Scully.

Who is really against chores? Mulder.

Who cleans up after the pets? Scully.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Mulder.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Mulder.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? William.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Scully.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? They do this together.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Not very. It’s something they would do more for William than as a general rule.

What are their goals for the relationship? Not dying. This sounds like a joke. But it’s true - not dying. Being able to have a full, long life together. Even if it’s not always happy and even if there are moments of darkness. Being together and a source of light despite all of that.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Mulder, despite his insomnia, is definitely the one who would sleep until noon. (Unless Scully had a graveyard shift, at which point it would be more logical to get however many hours of sleep she needed, and then - and probably only then - would she sleep until noon.)

Who plays the most pranks? Mulder, but I think there’s definitely an air of fun when it comes to the family. I can see all three of them playing pranks, and I think, in a happier world, it’s something they definitely both would, when they’re both in a good place. But Mulder would take the cake on this.

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ryukoishida · 7 years

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Quan Zhi Gao Shou Fic: In which Yifan and Yingjie go on a date on Yifan’s birthday.

Title: Won’t Let the City Destroy Our Love Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gao/Qiao (Yingjie/Yifan) Summary: Yifan didn’t think anyone in the team would remember his birthday, but Yingjie always managed to surprise him. Rating: PG A/N: Written for our beloved Yifan’s birthday! Researching for this fic makes me want to visit Beijing even more :’)

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“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’m sure you still have plans with your teammates tonight.”

His mother’s gentle voice sounds incredibly far away through the crackling of the receiver, especially in the silence of his dormitory, where only the desk lamp is switched on to throw a lonely, orange glow and his crisp shadow against the plain white walls.

“Good night, ma.”

Qiao Yifan doesn’t have the heart to tell her that ever since he’s entered Team Weicao as an official second-string player almost a year ago, he’s been barely holding on. He’s afraid that the longer the conversation continues on, the more difficult it becomes to withhold the roiling waves of homesickness that’s been hitting him especially hard tonight.

The bitter and wistful flavor of his sentiment gets stuck in his throat like a lump of dry cotton — hard to swallow, but even harder to spit out — as he clears his throat before saying one last goodbye to his mother. He glances at the screen of his phone, which informs him that it’s almost ten o’clock. Training has run late as usual and his stomach growls with hunger, but Yifan doesn’t complain; if anything, he values the time and opportunity to train under the team captain Wang Jiexi’s instruction or any of the other first-string players, which is a rare occasion in and of itself.

The moon is beginning to wane as the merriments of Mid-Autumn Festival from two nights ago fade for another year. Yifan pushes open the window to let some fresh air in, and he shivers as the night autumn breeze unsheathes its blade against his bare skin, startling him into a moment of lucidity. He wonders how much time he’s left here, in a city that never truly sleeps, where people compete and claw their way up to the top, to where their goals lie.

He wonders if he’ll ever get there, wherever “there” is.

Yifan is jolted out of his bleak contemplation by someone knocking on his door.

“Coming,” he calls out softly, his mind still preoccupied so that when he opens the door to find the familiar face and warm, expectant grin of his best friend, he’s slightly taken aback. “Oh, Yingjie, hi!”

“Hey to you, too,” Gao Yingjie, the youngest and most promising member of Weicao, greets him with his usual smile and bright eyes, “you haven’t eaten yet, right? Let’s go out and grab some food!”

“W-with the others?” Yifan stammers, taking a small step back. He freezes immediately when he realizes what he’s done — the dread of having to face the other team members so horrifyingly natural and instinctual that he hasn’t been aware of his movement until it’s too late.

“Nah, just the two of us,” Yingjie notices the other man’s unease and asks with a hint of hesitation, “is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Yifan breathes out in relief.

Yingjie refuses to tell him where they’re going, and Yifan doesn’t persist further, glad to let his friend lead the way. They take the public bus, which takes them from the quieter part of the city to the much busier and more boisterous shopping district of Beijing where tourists and local residents mesh in a colourful burst of cultural palette. Yifan recognizes the neon signs above their heads, and his suspicion is confirmed once they get off the bus.

Up ahead is a huge arched entranceway, the ancient roof tiles a washed-out jade green and carmine red, and in the center of the pillared arch is an imperial blue plague with the characters painted in rusted gold: Wangfujing Snacks Street.

The bright red bulbs of the paper lanterns swing lazily in the evening breeze, and despite the autumn chill, neither of them feel cold as the street is still packed with people at this late hour.

“Let’s be tourists for the night,” Yingjie turns to him with a mischievous grin that makes him look even more boyishly charming than usual, and Yifan has to wait for a few, painfully long seconds before he can calm the thunder and lightning in his heart and locate his voice to answer with a murmured “sure”.

Without a sign of warning, Yifan feels warm fingers lacing with his own slightly colder ones, and he stares at Yingjie with widened, confused eyes as an unintelligible “um” barely makes it past his suddenly very parched throat.

“I don’t want to lose you in this crowd,” Yingjie merely explains with a shrug and a blindingly bright grin as his fingers tighten around Yifan’s. “Come on, let’s go, let’s go! I’ve been craving chuan’r for ages!”

Under the neon radiance of the restaurant signs and the colourful flags that line the side of the streets, the two young members of Weicao half-shove and half-being-pushed their way into the hutongs that compose the complex of densely-packed food stalls and souvenir shops.

“Yingjie,” Yifan pauses in front of one of the stalls, and the other man is forced to a stop as well. With a curious gaze, he looks over to where Yifan is pointing with a wicked grin, the expression so unlike his usual sweet, timid self that it has momentarily startled Yingjie into muteness until he becomes aware that he’s been staring at his friend for far too long to be deemed polite. “Want to give that a try?”

“Eww! No!” he slaps Yifan on the arm when he sees rows upon rows of fried grasshoppers and scorpions on skewers displayed neatly before them, their dark, cooked shells gleaming with a layer of greasy shine under the red glow of the lanterns. The utter disgust, horror, and betrayal on Yingjie’s face only cause Yifan to snigger harder, his entire body shuddering from laughter bubbling from within.

“I’m just kidding — just kidding,” Yifan laughs as he gets dragged away from the insect stall, the owner of which sends the two youngsters evil glares while muttering cusses under his breath.

“You’re treating me to some chuan’r for giving me psychological trauma back there,” Yingjie commands with mock irritation when they finally find a kebab stall that seems to be quite popular; the line-up is long but not unreasonable, so they get to the back of the line and chat about which meat and vegetables to order.

After they’ve received their food from the enthusiastic shopkeeper, Yifan and Yingjie find a quiet corner in one of the less conspicuous hutongs that the luminosity of the lanterns can’t reach so that when they stand side-by-side, chicken and beef kebabs in hands and their arms almost touching as they lean against the wall, the surrounding air is only filled with the enticing scent of warm spices and the muffled noises from the main avenue drifting in like mist.

They eat their skewers in companionable silence, quietly savoring the flavours of freshly roasted meat, and only sporadically mumble about how delicious the kebabs are, or how much the food is making them miss their families’ cooking even more.

After they polish off all the skewers, they continue to wander through the crowded paths, winding through the maze-like streets and dodging drunken locals chatting rowdily amongst themselves and animated tourists posing with their food for photographs. They stop occasionally to buy whatever snacks that tickle their fancy: a shared platter of fried dumplings drizzled with chili sauce, steamed pork buns that warm up their hands and faces as they take tentative bites, and fried fermented tofu topped with specialty spicy sauce that has a strangely tantalizing scent that neither of them can refuse.

At the end of their food adventure, Yingjie buys them each a bingtanghulu — like a string of rubies, strawberries and Chinese hawthorns are skewered on a bamboo stick and coated with a crunchy layer of hardened golden sugar syrup.

The night is deep, but Wangfujing is still hectic with people hunting to satiate their cravings and enjoying their free time with friends and lovers.

Their evening together is coming to an end, the sweet and sour taste of the candied fruits tart and saccharine on his tongue serving as the lasting reminder that all good things must come to a conclusion — that all dreams, sweet and wonderful as they may be, he must rouse from.

“Hey, Yifan,” Yingjie lowers his empty bamboo stick and turns to face his friend, who is still focused on trying to carefully bite the last strawberry off the stick without having it fall off or making a mess. He waits with an amused smile while Yifan finishes chewing and swallowing the fruit.

“What is it?” Yifan finally turns towards Yingjie, whose previous bright smile has softened into something subtler — more indecipherable yet heartbreakingly gentle, impossible to read. Yingjie’s smile scares him, the way his heart thuds painfully against his ribcage like it’s trying to escape the inevitable; Yingjie terrifies him, the way he’s able to carve himself into his heart so intimately, so easily; Gao Yingjie is someone he fears and cherishes — Yifan fears that he may slip away as naturally as grains of sand sifting through his fingers, yet he cherishes every moment they spend together.

And now, as Yingjie gazes at him, a small smile curling along his lips and dark eyes concentrating on no one but him, Yifan feels himself taking the small step forward to close the distance between them. White haze slips through their parted lips and dissipates into the crisp October air.

“Happy birthday,” Yingjie says, and then he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on Yifan’s wind-chilled cheek, his lips warm and dry against his icy, flushed skin.

“Ying…jie?” he timidly touches the spot where Yingjie has kissed him, fingers unsteady.

For a brief moment, Yifan doesn’t quite understand what has happened, and then it hits him all at once and his face burns in embarrassment as he lowers his head, forelocks falling into his eyes and casting his face into shadows.

“Yifan? Should I… should I not have done that?” Yingjie starts, his voice hushed and apologetic, “I’m sorry—”

“No! Don’t! Don’t apologize, I just—” he halts again, biting his lower lip, words caught in his throat, his body paralyzed. “I just…”

Wordlessly, Yifan reaches out for him with both of his arms, and Yingjie gathers him into his embrace without a moment of hesitation.

“Thank you, Yingjie,” his voice is muffled as he buries his face into the crook of Yingjie’s neck.

He chuckles, gently ruffling Yifan’s hair, and kisses his temple as he whispers, “No, thank you.”

Thank you for being born into this world. Thank you for being by my side.

Thank you for your love.

#quan zhi gao shou #the king's avatar #qzgs #qiao yifan #gao yingjie #gao/qiao #bowie's crappy writing

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The art world's first souperstar; This monumental biography of Andy Warhol is extremely fun - but fails to crack the enigma.

Daily Telegraph (London, England)

By Mick Brown

WARHOL: A LIFE AS ART by Blake Gopnik 976pp, Allen Lane

At the end of this monumental trawl through Andy Warhol's life and times, Blake Gopnik concludes that he has "overtaken Picasso as the most important and influential artist of the 20th century. Or at least the two of them share a spot on the top peak of Parnassus beside Michelangelo and Rembrandt and their fellow geniuses."

Warhol would have loved that. As a college student, Picasso was a favourite of his, and at the height of his pop art fame he made the rivalry explicit by wearing the Breton striped T-shirts Picasso was famous for - part tribute, part self-

promotion. Andy Warhol was the artist as brand, avant la lettre: as the title of this book suggests, his greatest creation was himself. So who was he exactly? Warhol's parents were immigrants from what is now Slovakia, who settled in the industrial nowhere land of Pittsburgh. His father was a labourer, the family poor.

Warhol was a sickly child who suffered from the shakes and chronic skin problems. His summers were spent lying in bed, listening to the radio with "cut-out paper dolls all over the spread and under the pillow". It was an upbringing he disowned as quickly as he could. When he arrived in New York in 1949, as an art-school graduate in search of work as an illustrator, he told a magazine editor who asked for a potted biography: "My life wouldn't fill a penny postcard."

The young Warhol was "very shy and cuddly, very much like a bunny", according to one friend, "an angel in the sky" according to another. He was also gay - a fact that, as Gopnik, an American art critic, sets out to demonstrate, would be crucial in shaping his "outsider" relationship to art and the milieu he moved in, and ultimately the milieu he created; crucial, too, in the way that public attitudes towards his work shifted from rejection to celebration.

In the late Forties, when two Pittsburgh judges had referred to homosexuals as "society's greatest menace" and police were drawing up lists of "known perverts", Warhol - then a window dresser in a Pittsburgh department store - favoured a pink corduroy suit, a tie dipped in paint and brightly coloured fingernails. Yet the notion of Warhol as "a feeble, androgynous waif ", says Gopnik, is "a mirage". As a young man, he lifted weights at the YMCA two or three times a week, and Lou Reed described him as being "like a demon, his strength is incredible" - at least until 1968, when an assassination attempt by a disturbed woman, Valerie Solanas, left him chronically debilitated.

Like Robert Mapplethorpe, he had an obsession with penises. Friends, acquaintances - total strangers - would be asked to drop their pants, according to one friend, and "Andy would make a drawing. That was it. And then he'd say, 'Thank you'." Sometimes "there'd be a little heart on them or tied with a little ribbon ..." An unrequited romantic, throughout his life he would fall in love with a succession of younger men, usually unhappily. But he seems to have had little enthusiasm for sexual relations. One partner, the photographer Carl Willers, recalls that he was "more passionate about food and eating".

It was a gay aesthetic, Gopnik argues, that informed what Warhol described as the "fairy style" curlicue illustrations of shoes with which he first made his name as an artist, and the camp taste for "lowly pop culture", which he would elevate to the realm of fine art. In characteristically faux-naif fashion, he traced the origins of his pop art to the time he spent working as a window dresser at Bonwits in New York, when he used comics and advertisements as a backdrop to his displays of dresses and handbags. "Then a gallery saw them and I just began taking windows and putting them in galleries."

This would lead to what Gopnik calls Warhol's "eureka moment - one of the greatest in the history of art", the Campbell soup can, and the notion that mass-produced commercial goods could be art - and, eventually, that art could be profitably mass-produced. His first Los Angeles exhibition in 1962 showed 32 soup cans, which were bought by the gallery owner Irving Blum for $1,000. In 1996, Blum sold them to Moma for $15million. "They might be worth half a billion now," Gopnik observes.

What Warhol was selling, as one friend put it, was "not so much art as milieu", a milieu "dripping with edge and irony". In 1964, he moved into a former hat factory in midtown Manhattan, where he produced the silk-screen prints of Marilyn, Elvis, electric chairs and suicide leaps, attended by a coterie of acolytes, and disciples - junkies, hustlers, transvestites and chronic narcissists, whom Warhol turned into his "superstars".

There was Ondine, "the Factory's favourite gay speed freak"; Warhol's principal muse, the bruised and beautiful heiress Edie Sedgwick, whose "charming incapacities" and decline into addiction and chaos Warhol chronicled with clinical indifference; and the flame-haired, honking-voiced Viva - "Warhol's Garbo", as the newspapers had it: a reference that had everything to do with her gaunt, porcelain features and nothing to do with reticence. Viva's "verbal diarrhoea", as Gopnik puts it, "left her no time for social niceties. Any thought that could cross her lips did."

Then there were the drag queens Jackie Curtis, Cindy Darling and Holly Woodlawn - a reflection of Warhol's fascination with gender. At college, for one self-portrait assignment, he shocked his class by depicting himself as a girl with Shirley Temple ringlets, explaining: "I always want to know what I would look like if I was a girl." Many years later, when asked what "famous person" he would most like to be, he replied "Christine Jorgensen" - America's first famous transsexual.

"Andy was like the Statue of Liberty," one friend tells Gopnik. "'Give me your tired, your hungry - your drag queens, your junkies.' He was the saint of misfits." But Warhol's friend, the critic and art curator Henry Geldzahler, put it more acutely when he described Warhol as "a voyeur-sadist" who needed "exhibitionist masochists in order to fulfil both halves of his destiny". Like a priest, Warhol could offer absolution for the perverse, but no promise of an afterlife. Most left his circle - or were ejected - feeling used, embittered and betrayed.

One comes to the conclusion that there was an emotional vacancy in Warhol. He didn't know how to feel. A lover, John Giorno, recalls watching the news of Kennedy's assassination unfold on television. "I started crying and Andy started crying. Hugging each other, weeping big fat tears and kissing. It was exhilarating, like when you get kicked in the head and see stars. Andy kept saying, 'I don't know what it means.'" But what did he believe? Like Bob Dylan, he deliberately cultivated the art of the put-on and concealment. Typical was this exchange with a journalist: "How close is pop art to 'Happenings'?" "I don't know." "What is pop art trying to say?" "I don't know."

When I interviewed Viva over lunch some years ago, she described how Warhol "would just want to gossip, like a woman would gossip basically - or his idea of what a woman would think gossip was. What Andy really liked to talk about was men's penises." (At this point a deathly silence fell over the crowded restaurant, all heads turning to hear what Viva would say next.) Henry Geldzahler wrote that Warhol "plays dumb just as his paintings do, but neither deceives us", adding that he was "incredibly analytical, intellectual, and perceptive". And, he might have added, incredibly shrewd.

In 1972, after Richard Nixon's historic visit to China, Warhol asked a friend, "Since fashion is art now and Chinese is in fashion, should I do some Mao portraits?" The idea spawned some 2,700 images, transforming a man who, as one critic pointed out, had "murdered about 60million Chinese and caused poverty and starvation in all China" into an icon.

But by then, Warhol had long since made the transition from underground artist to darling of the establishment, turning out portraits to order for Italian industrialists, wealthy socialites and the Shah of Iran, combining a Stakhanovite work ethic with manic socialising: a typical evening would take him from a Broadway opening to a fancy dinner, a rock star's birthday, and, always, Studio 54. "It's work," he explained.

Gopnik's rollicking book is a formidable achievement, but for all its dense accumulation of detail, scholarship and unabashed gossip, Warhol remains, as he doubtless would have wished, essentially, brilliantly, unknowable.

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The Dragon Clun: Chapter 21 - Declarations and Kisses

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/27759951

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Jon was feeling sorry for himself. He was sat on the sofa watching some mindless TV as he ate a box of chocolates while Ghost whimpered at his feet. When I'm falling for someone, he'd said. Where had it all gone wrong, why had he said that? What had possessed him to even utter these words. Were they even true? Of course they're true, Snow, don't lie to yourself. He knew it to be true, but the utter rejection, the denial from Daenerys.

'Jon, I don't'. Why, why had she said it? It had broken him, the realisation. The half sentence that would haunt him forever. This was why eh never dated, why he never let anyone in, in the end, they'd get crushed.

She didn't have to speak anymore than the half sentence she did speak, he knew she did not feel the way he did. She liked him, that he knew. But was it just a passing feeling, did she only want a casual thing? Jon didn't care now, It didn't matter anymore, he was done with her as far as he was concerned.

Oh who was he kidding, he was eating a whole damn box of chocolates just to not think about her, and he was failing. Her silver hair, violet eyes, the same sight everytime he tried to block her out, the braid that fell down her back and the clothes that hugged her figure. He needed to snap out of it.

He'd wallow for the rest of his life. That was his downfall. Since Ygritte he'd just been unable to communicate with women, he'd struggled. She had been his life support and he'd let her down. She'd passed and he had felt the guilt. And now, he felt guilty, guilty for having these feelings for someone who wasn't her...

Jon thought of a distant memory, blinding sun and sea salt spray as he laid with his lover in his arms, a blanket beneath them as they lay on the golden sands of Sunspear. Her red hair, kissed by fire and touched by energy. She was smiling, her lips breaking out a chuckle as Jon told her a joke she'd never heard before. "You're a funny man"

They'd kissed as if it was their first time even though it was possibly the millionth. Their love was raw, fresh and every time they kissed Jon felt Joy he'd never known before. A need to be with this woman for the rest of his life. They bathed in the love they had for each other, the admiration and devotion. "I do try, my love"

"Try you do, my patience" The redhead had laughed. Jon had frowned at this, a pretend sad puppy face glazing over his own as he eyes lit up from teasing him. "Promise me something, Jon"

"Anything, my love" He had uttered as she laid her head on his chest, watching as the waves crashed onto the beach ahead. "I have already promised you everything I have to offer, I don't know how much more I can give"

"Never love another woman besides me" Ygritte had asked. Jon had found it preposterous, of course he was never going to.

"I'm so in love with you, I'd never love anyone besides you. I could never love another the way I love you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you smile when you think I'm not looking, the way we kiss, the way we make love, everything about you glamours me. I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old" Jon had admitted. His declaration of love moved her, tears swarming her eye.

"I hope I don't go grey" She giggled.

"You will be beautiful either way" Jon shrugged.

"Oh I know that, lover boy" She sighed. "But you promise, we're forever, right?"

" Even if we were ripped apart, if one of us dies, I could never love another like I love you. I wouldn't want to. I know how I feel about you, and how you feel about me"

"Oh, you know nothing, Jon Snow" She'd teased before kissing him again.

...The guilt was painful in his chest as he found his eyes clouded by the tears of the memory. She had been everything to him, and he had honoured that pledge he made to her, the declaration of love. Until now; until recently. He'd never imagined that Daenerys Targaryen would have roused such feelings within him. That she brought back the same feelings that Ygritte had. It had blurred his common sense, made his vision clouded.

But something snapped in him suddenly.

Why was he pining over her?

She'd been dead three years now, he should be able to move on! What have I done, what has become of me? Jon brooded as he sunk further into his sofa. Ghost jumped up next to him and curled up next to him offering comfort. He thought about all the times in his life the last three years he'd used the loss of Ygritte as an excuse to not meet new people, as to not date someone...

Just since he'd been acquainted with Daenerys he'd mentioned her like three or four times when he thought of it. She'd only mentioned the high school abusive man to her once; and she never spoke of it, she used it as a reason to keep moving forward.

So why did he not move on too? Why was he finding it so difficult?

Trying to distract himself he put the hood of his hoodie up over his head and tried to kept some rest. He'd slept little to nothing the last two nights since snapping at Dany in her office. He'd tried to, but every time he closed his eyes he relived the fiasco in his head over and over. When he'd interviewed her, he'd barely looked at her, not being able to face the thing he'd just cut off. She'd clearly wanted to say something, but he hadn't wanted to hear it.

And then there had been the article itself and the photos, the beautiful photos, a harsh reminder. He'd wrote it quickly, he was used to his own headlines. But more than anything he'd wanted to get it over with so that part of his life was closed. Though there was one thing he couldn't bring himself to do, delete her phone number. If it wasn't for his sisters he wouldn't have had some of the late night texting sessions he'd had with Daenerys, where they'd really bonded. Or so he thought.

He couldn't delete it, or block it. What if she sent him a text, declaring that she felt the same, that she was afraid of her feelings, just like he was. That wasn't going to happen, it wasn't within her, she was a stronger being than him. He was just gonna have to admit that.

It felt like it was taking all his strength to not think of her, and clearly it wasn't working so he gave up. As he tried to sleep, his mind poured with images of her...

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Jon leapt up causing Ghost to gumble. He snatched his phone off of the table, hoping it was her. Sansa.

Feeling deflated he answered the phone anyway. "H-hullo"

"Hey Jon, I was beginning to worry" She said concerned. "I hadn't heard from you in days"

"M'okay" He mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Okay, I can tell something's up" She was suspicious already. How did she do that? "You sound gruffer than usual"

"I'm fine" He mumbled once more.

"Jon Snow, you will tell me what's bothering you, right now, or I'm coming over" She said firmly. Jon sighed, why fight his sister.

"I screwed up" He admitted. "I thought she was interested and she wasn't, she was just in it for a casual fling"

"Daenerys?"

"Aye, I accidently said that I was falling for her, and she just... she didn't say anything" Jon looked out of his living room window, it was beginning to rain really hard. "Where did I lose her?"

"When we saw you at the wedding, she very much looked like she was into you Jon, I can't tell you what happened. We saw you two practically undressing each other with your eyes, didn't you tell Gendry that she admitted she fancied you? That doesn't sound like a woman who is just in it for a casual fling" Sansa acted as if she was an all seeing eye-dog sometimes and it did have a tendency to grind Jon's gears. But Jon agreed with her this time.

"I kissed her on the cheek that even" Jon admitted.

"Really?" Sansa almost shouted.

"Yes, she turned beetroot red" Jon remembered the beautiful colour her skin had flushed and began to feel like he may have jumped the gun.

"Jon, has it occurred to you that maybe Daenerys is as awkward as you when it comes to social interactions with people they like and perhaps your declaration of feelings caught her off guard? That maybe she was too shocked to say what she wanted to? And that maybe by jumping to conclusions she's probably sitting at home in her pants crying over a tub of chocolate ice cream?" Jon felt his eyes almost roll at Sansa's over exaggeration.

"i guess I could have, but I don't understand why she hasn't called me, or messaged me wanting to speak?" Jon lowered his head in defeat. He just couldn't win. As Jon was speaking to his sister he was gazing out his front window, rain lashing down, bouncing off of the roads and into the drains. "It would just-"

He caught a glimpse of something silver a few metres from his house. No, it can't be. He blinked as his words trailed off. Sansa was trying to get him to talk on the other end. "Jon, are you there?"

He just hung up and left his phone on the window ledge. He rushed to the front door, Ghost barking at his sudden speed. He peered through the window pane in his door and saw a figure walking up his path, a small one. He flung his door open and there she was.

Sodden through from the massive rainfall, but he could still see tears on her cheeks. She stood there, shocked that he'd opened the door before she had a chance to know. Jon stared at this beautiful woman as she shook from the chilling air. Her clothes had almost gone see-through, but her jacket had saved her from the full soaking the rain would've given her. Her hair stuck to her face and clung to her clothes in clumps. Her lips were still as pink as he remembered.

Why was she here?

It was as if she could read his mind, because she answered.

"You are wrong" She said adamantly. "I do feel things for you. So much so that it scares me. I don't like that in 6 weeks I've fallen for a man who slandered me online, that has made me feel more alive than I have ever felt before. But I do feel things for you, many things. I couldn't say it before, the words had got stuck but now I know. I'm not afraid of it anymore. I have too fallen for you, Jon Snow"

He blinked at her Declaration. His head became clouded once again, confused.

"You may be quiet, timid and used to this. But I have to be in control, all the time. And when I'm with you, I feel nothing of the sort, I feel no control. There's so much uncertainty with it. But I know, that it's a feeling I like, that I want to keep experiencing. I want to keep experiencing you, Jon Snow. Because the honest answer is that I'm mad for you, I can't get enough of you. Every time we see each other, or agree to see each other I fill up with such glee and anticipation. When you walked into my office that day and even though you tried to get me to open up to things like ever journalist before you, there was something that instantly clicked with me. And then I saw you again, and again and again and then the wedding came. How can by just a few meeting we have come to this to quickly?"

"I... I don't know what to say" Jon said shocked.

"Don't say anything" She sighed. The rain was hammering it down even more intensely. Her eyes flashed like thunder and lightening, She glowered intensely at him, her eyes mixed with adoration and lust. Jon knew what he had to do then. It was unspoken words from her, that he knew she wanted him to do it too. He strode the few paces that were between them.

And he kissed her.

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