#me @ the person who came into the shop earlier today with long hair nose ring flat chest nice smile and asked for a pothos clipping

[artistfingers]

sorry. can i have your gender . sorry. can i. i mean. sorry i like uour gender can .i have your gender

#me @ the person who came into the shop earlier today with long hair nose ring flat chest nice smile and asked for a pothos clipping #Whose mom casually referred to them as her son and also mentioned ‘their’ room full of plants #Please come back I want your gender and also to be your friend #my life and stuff #EDIT. it was two symmetrical nose rings. also gauges in their ears

[siriushxney]

* . PAPER RINGS !

pairing — lando norris x reader

rating — fluff

wordcount — 2.3k

warnings — cursing (it's me who are we kidding)

song — taylor swift | paper rings

note ! — before y'all jump down my throat about "what the hell is a toque” — it's a hat. us canadians call it a toque. also this is long overdue, but I hope you like it!

when the light of day melted into the dark of night, and long, tiring shifts slowly came to an end, it wasn't an odd sight to see large groups of people piling into bars for a drink or several. with an extra hour and a half added onto your normal shift time due to your bosses inability to do what he was supposed to do — leaving stacks of paperwork you had to go through, along with a few of your other colleagues.

now walking into the packed bar — bags long forgotten in your cars, you couldn't find it in yourself to cringe at the strong smell of alcohol that burned your nose as you walked through the door, nor did you care for the way the heels of your feet stuck to the ground with every step you took.

after a day like today, you weren't sure if you'd mind anything.

sheila — one of your colleagues raised a stiff hand and slammed it down on the counter, gaining the attention of the bartender. “we need like, fifteen shots stat!” the bartender immediately got to work, pouring glass after glass — sliding them in front of the five of you, before turning to serve another guest.

“that asshole gonna get my foot down his throat if he dumps that much paperwork on us again,” she downed her first shot and reached for another one, “all of that should have been sorted out in the morning, not thrown onto us as we were packing up,” the rest of you agreed, downing a shot quickly as you tried to keep up with the loud mouthed girl.

you turned your head away from the conversation that had started between the others, choosing to stare curiously at the screen in the corner displaying reruns of a race that took place today.

feeling a body skim yours as a group of men slid into the barspace to the left of you — a majority of them sporting an orange and blue item of clothing, something you had connected quickly to the orange and blue car that had been on screen moments earlier.

looking back to the tv hanging from the ceiling, you tried to wrap your head around what all the numbers meant — a small bump caused you to look down, a younger man of the bunch staring at the tv proudly, “do you watch f1?” he turned his head to look at you as he finished asking his question.

f1... Is that what this was called?

“no, but I'd rather watch that then the football game that's on,” the boy looked at you with wide eyes, slightly in awe of how blunt you were. he nodded slightly before turning his attention back to the tv. “ I assume you do. you're wearing the colours of one of the cars,” you felt bad as you watched the boy curl into himself slightly.

ha looked over to you once again — “you can say that,” his eyes glinted a little bit as he spoke, a proud smirk coming across his face as he leaned in closer, not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough that he could speak without the bar hearing. “I race for them — see that orange and blue mclaren? thats me.”

that was definitely more interesting than the news.

“so what might that mclaren driver's name be?” his head turned back to you, a slight red tint covering his cheeks, and climbing to the tips of his ears.

with a single hand outstretched to you, he introduced himself, “I’m lando norris — and who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

—

that day had happened a few months ago — and in that time, your friendship with the young driver had only progressed.

days you used to spend simply reading in the comfort of your own home, was now spent bouncing from bookshop from book shop — lando recommending you all the books that he had been in love with at the moment.

you had to refrain from telling him you had already read them, having looked him up on instagram a day or two after the initial meet — the photo of him cozy and comfortable in his bed with the stack of books perfectly visible to his side.

the types of books a person read could tell you a lot about their character — and with lando, it was all good things.

“okay, and then this one is semi based on a true story — like half true but has a lot of action and drama sprinkled in there-” he rambled on about the book he held in his hands, his eyes darting between you and it as his hands ran over the spine and pages of the book.

even knowing the writer, plot, and ending — you couldn't bring yourself to put an end to his ramblings. instead, you stood to his side and nodded eagerly as he spoke words with such excitement.

for any other person, you would have cut them off and told them that you had read it — but for some reason, cutting lando off was the last thing you wanted to do. he wasn't the famous young driver for mclaren who was always eager for a challenge on the track. he was just lando.

the boy who had a mini library growing in his room, filled with books from every genre. he was the boy with the odd affinity for milk. he was just normal.

and for the first time in your life — normal felt nice.

—

“lando, you're insane.”

“maybe a little bit, but insane is fun sometimes.”

when lando said he had something fun in mind for the two of you to do, the last place you expected to end up was on the shore of an ice cold lake — the wind blowing harshly against your body, making it sway slightly with the force.

lando had already taken off his jacket, now standing in just his shirt and bottoms.

“I’m not going in that,” you backed away from the boy as he stripped more and more of his clothes off, dropping them in a neat pile on the ground.

he shrugged, pausing in his action of removing his jeans, “are you not going in because its cold, or are you not going in because you don't have a swim suit?” while the lake technically was still warm enough for swimming, the thought of the water 's temperature that was lowering daily paired with the strong winds, didn’t exactly spark excitement in you.

“both.”

“it’s either your coming in by your own will, or I’m dragging you in.”

“you touch me and I’ll hurt you — that’s a promise.”

a mischievous glint appears in lando’s eyes — he knew what he was about to do was going to get him in trouble, and most likely hurt in the end, but the thought of doing it overpowered his thoughts about what would happen after.

there was no going back.

in a split second lando had his arms wrapped around your waist as he dragged you closer to the lake — despite the heels of your feet digging into the ground, he had still succeeded in getting you close enough that if he threw his body weight towards the water, you would soon follow.

and that’s exactly what he did.

a laugh from lando, a squeal from you, and the whooshing of the air rushing past your ears was all you could hear before you found yourself submerged under the cold water.

you clawed your way back to the surface with the help of lando’s arms, which were still wrapped around your waist — as soon as you felt the coldness of the air reach your face, you were turning in his arms and swinging.

“I’m fully clothed you asshole!” you brought a fist down lightly on the top of his head — the water squishing out at the action.

“stop- don’t- stop hitting me!” lando laughed as he let you go, swimming backwards slightly as a way to get away from your violent swings. “I know that you're fully clothed- that's what makes it so funny,” the curly haired boy couldn't contain his laughter at the end — his voice railing into the squeaky laugher that you had come to love.

without the support of lando, paired with the additional weight of your heavy winter coat and soaked wool toque and mittens, you began to struggle slightly to stay afloat. “lando-” the water climbed its way up your face before washing back down as you kicked harder.

his laugher stopped as he kicked his way over to you — grabbing around your waist once more and holding you to his body.

with the distance closed between the two of you, the feeling of his warm breath against your face was unavoidable — as well as the feeling of the heat radiating from his body, even through the layers you had on. neither of you spoke, both trying not to move — for every movement brought a wave of discomfort with your muscles tensed up from the cold. but as time started to tick slower, and all you could feel was the other — the last thing on both of your minds was the temperature of the water.

“you’re turning blue, lando,” as much as you wished you would've stayed in that position forever, the sight of lando’s cheeks and lips draining of its naturally pink colour concerned you. even with layers upon layers of clothes on, you found yourself shivering — and with lando in nothing but his boxers, you doubted he was doing much better than you. “I think right now is a good time to get out,” lando didnt reply, only bringing the two of you closer to the shore.

with chattering teeth, bodies curled in, and fast feet, lando and you made your way to his car — both jumping in the minute you could get your hands on the door handle. neither of you cared for the seats wetting as you sat down.

“I think I have some towels in the back from my training — can you grab them? I’ll get the heat and everything going,” you leaned into the back of the car to the best of your ability, pulling two towels out of an orange gym bag, and bringing them to the front where lando and you sat.

lando wrapped the towel around his shoulders — the shaking constant and harsh, rocking his body violently.

“I would say I told you so, but I feel too bad to even insult you,” with your jacket, toque, and mittens stippped off and thrown onto the floor, you wrapped your towel around your shoulders much like lando had.

“awe, youre so considerate — I didn’t think it through.”

“trust me — I can tell.”

the sound of the heaters on blast and the clattering of teeth was all that filled the car. lando had seemed aggravated at your comment — the way his body turned slightly away from your own, his eyes never meeting yours, and the fact that there was no laugh following or during his words.

what had you said or done that pissed him off?

“are you mad at me?”

lando turned slowly, his eyes still not fully meeting yours — but he looked like he was less angry and more conflicted. “I’m not mad, I’m just- just,” the words were on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to say them. “forget it.”

“no, I wanna know what's wrong — please tell me?”

he angled his body to face yours after a few moments of no response, making it so him and you looked at eachother with ease. “back out there on the lake- did you… did you feel anything?” your body tensed at his question — it was the last thing that you thought would come out of his mouth, so it took you by surprise. “because I know I did — and that scares me.”

you struggled to find a string of words that made sense to you, “I mean, yeah I guess I did — what did you feel? just so I can make sure that I felt the same thing.”

“I felt like I wanted to stay in that position forever — like I wanted to kiss you,” the words he spoke were soft and genuine. “all I felt was you.”

it had taken months for you to put a name to the feelings you had when you were around the british boy, but now, more than ever, did you finally know what they were.

they were love.

“I felt the same thing — all that I could feel was you and your stupidly perfect body against mine,” both of you giggled slightly at that. “and all that was running through my head was that if you had asked me to do anything with you, I would have done it — hell you could have asked me to marry you with paper rings and I would’ve said yes.”

lando stared at you with a calm look on his face — his eyes drinking you and all of your features in. “I’m glad — because I was thinking the same thing,” his hand fell on top of yours, bringing a warmth to the back of it. “and no need for paper rings when I can promise you the real deal when the time comes.”

“like I said before, I would marry you with paper rings lando,” you leaned in slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. “now kiss me you goof.”

he didn’t have to be asked twice.

#formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #::lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

[kyotakumrau]

2021.03.09 USEN STUDIO COAST '目黒鹿鳴館GIG' 1st session with Die and Shinya.

As usual the staff prepared two tables and chairs for the talk event (this time high tables). Fujieda started with greetings, introductions and asked for the applause for the band members.

Shinya and Die came on stage! 💗❤️

Shinya wore brown coat, he sat next to Takabayashi. His pinkish hair looks nice!

Die had very majestic look, starting with his crazy hair, sunglasses and a suit/jacket. He sat at the right table next to F.

S: I'm Shinya, hello.

D: I'm Die. It's been a while.

To start with F asked them how they feel about being in Coast again. S said it's been 2 years since the last time, he even took a picture of the venue board. D said it really brings him back, he feels it's like coming home for them, they play at Coast so often, he wants to play there again soon.

F: usually the audience area is packed, so this feels quite unusual.

D: it's probably the 1st time I see it like that.

Next F asked them about playing at Rock-May-Kan. S said it didn't feel like it's been long time as he went there few times in private. F asked him about the songs he had to practice with Toshiya, but S had remembered them soon. D said he didn't feel the same excitement as when playing normal show, but he was really happy to rehearse and play together with the rest of members, and also to see all staff members again. He could feel things are finally moving forward.

Next they looked at the new leaflet with the Oboro promo photo published today.

S: there's one extra person.

😂

D: when you just look quickly it's like 'did Kyo got long hair?'. Normally you wouldn't expect this, to have someone lying down. Quite a challenge.

F: for someone looking the first time, I wonder what did they think.

D: this image is connected to the PV.

F: Kyo said earlier it's refreshing

D: which part of it???!

They chuckle at the Taiyou no Ao remix comparison.

D: it was more like filming the PV for Zan way back, with all the blood and being dirty.

F: what do you think S, same idea as before?

S: the world in the video also comes from the にくづきに龍 (月+龍=朧) combination.

D asked what they mean about it and F told him about S earlier talking about the kanji parts.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: Like Taiyou no Ao.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: How do you feel about first show in a year and 3 months?

D: ...how to say... we can't do normal concerts yet, last year we plated wothout audience, but doing nothing in this period didn't feel good, we wanted to try something. Like entering the ring (踏切??)

S then said he was informed about the new SOGAI concert by the official LINE announcement😂

S: I've never been to Tokyo Garden Theater, neither to perform or see someone, so it will be first time for me.

T: it's a new venue.

F: it's quite big.

D: Anything after that show?

T: Like?

D: Like a tour? No other announcements?

😂we want that too!!!!

Next, F moved the talk to the merchandise topic.

F: how's the bag, S?

S: I've used it for the first time today, everything fit perfectly.

T showed us the hoodie as he was wearing it - he said it was perfect because he's cold.

D: If he's cold we should give him the thingy!

(the thingy aka rechargeable heat pack/kairo)

F: ah I have it here somewhere... (searches in the bag)

D: didn't bring it?!

F: got it!💦

D: let's give it to T, he's cold!

They talked about the safe 40℃ level, then S said his recommendation is usb power strip.

F said it's perfect when fans travel as they can charge various devices at once when staying in a hotel. Talking about travel - he also recommended travel pouch, there's a hook so you can hang it, even in shower.

T (carefully): even in shower?

F: maybe not shower, but in the room.

D: with key holders, Shinya looks exactly alike.

S (counters quickly): everyone does

😂

S: but why is everyone doing this pose? (He mimics the head being very low)

D: true😆 you should try, it's like a magic trick, can you do it?

S: I won't.

D: let's try backstage.

😂

F also recommended the pass case, that it's good to hold your commuter pass and D started to joke about the commuter pass and going to Tokyo show😆

After that they moved to the questions from fans.

F: hayfever is a very popular topuc this time.

D said he doest have it and he also asked bout what symptoms people have, when they start etc. He said he's good but he's aware that for Kyo it's quite severe, they have to be careful planning recording in spring, nasal congestion can affect singing a lot.

F: Kaoru also has it, gets runny nose etc

S: For me not even a drop (he said 1 milliliter

)

D: you should really get it once.

D: "to S, happy birthday! Each year you're becoming cooler and cooler!"

S: ...you're just making that up.

D: "You're the best, lav ya. From Die from DIR EN GREY."

😆

S is the only one without an event on his birthday.

D: why wasn't there one?

F: we couldn't book a venue.

D: not even in Okinawa or something?

T: Okinawa...

D: it could work?

S: how is it possible that for 23 years there was never available venue for my birthday?

next they talked a bit about past events.

D brought a memory from the time when they went to play in Australia, they had teouble with their return flight to Japan. They were supposed to leave and arrive in Japan in the evening and start rehearsal for Budokan, but the flight got cancelled. They arrived in Japan in the morning and started rehearsal the same day.

F: it's good that you made it.

D: there are cancellations and delays when traveling abroad. And lost luggage.

F: the story from Mexico.

D: yeah, never put valuable items in the suitcase. And we have to be careful when planning flights.

F: We were in Mexico for your birthday.

D: I remember there was an interesting cake, like a ring, it didn't have a strong taste...

F: so it was bad?

D: you're so rude.

F: and there was S birthday when we were in Australia.

S: I don't remember which city.

F: a solo concert?

D: I think it was a festival.

S: I don't remember anything.

Next they talked about the age of one staff there.

They also talked about Eva, S watched just a bit, D is not interested.

D: do you watch movies?

S: no

D: are 2h too long for you?

S: yeah, I prefer dramas.

D: so 3h gonna be out of question?

S: impossible.

D: 90mins?

S: eh... maybe somehow.

D: I'm gonna look for a good suspense under 90 mins, you definitely raise the bar high!

D: ...ah this q is for/about Toshiya. about the seat arrangement when we travel.

They talked about their seating preferences, S clearly favors window side. They usually don't check the seats carefully, besides S, and once D just sat at window in the row they reserved. S then: you're in my seat (そこ、俺の...), D: sorry(ごめん)💦

😂

S also said he's not bothered by window because he doesn't really stand up that much (even on 6h flights) and he thinks it's harder for the aisle person to let window person out.

D: so it's okay if I put lots of stuff there, an open bento on the table, a drink in a cup, stretch my legs etc, no problem?

S: it's fine.

D: よし・got it！😆

D: "what do you want to do after the state of emergency is lifted?"

S: I don't go out much so nothing will change for me.

D: right. There are not many restrictions.

F said the most troublesome part is that most shops close at 8pm so going shopping is difficult.

F: "who in the band hates to lose the most?"

D (pointing at S): of course S. He even said that he doesn't get a drop of runny nose never getting sick (S just nods it's true). Like catching a cold is a big deal. So you never get a fever? Even low one like 37℃？

S: I don't.

D: you're lying right?

S:I don't.

D: you should really get one once.

But then S also nominated D as someone who hates losing, describing D's reactions when playing bowling or darts, F and T agreed with him😆

F: we have time for one more last q.

S: "I like the old logo on the badge"

(F picked it up to show it on the screen)

S: "do you have any memories related to the old logo?"

D talked about the indies bands priting stickers like that treating it like business cards.

S: Do you remember the first B&W logo?

D nods

S: do you really or you just nod?

D: I talked about it a lot before (previous event).

S: Really? I didn't know.

F: about this and your make up spot.

D: in Heartland (in Nagoya).

S: I remember that.

Then F talked about the announcements again and then asked them for a comment to fans.

Shinya: Thank you for coming. There is also the 2nd session, I don't know if I'm coming to it, but people who are coming please enjoy the event, you will have to leave the venue and enter again after waiting an hour.

Die: Thank you for coming this afternoon. Every time when I stand on a stage in Shinkiba I see the view of fans full of energy and excitement, I want to play again soon and see such view. For now we will do our best for the concert in Tokyo Garden Theater. I hope to see you there. Thank you so much for today.

#dir en grey #shinya #die #目黒鹿鳴館gig #translation #attempt at live report

[scapegrace74-blog]

Ginger Snap, Chapter 4

A/N  Here’s the next chapter installment of Ginger Snap.  I now have this story mentally plotted to its conclusion.  It will have a total of 6 chapters, with perhaps a wee epilogue.  In keeping with the theme, the title of this chapter is “Where There’s Smoke”.

Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my AO3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.

I glanced around the sitting room, trying to see it through a stranger’s eyes.  Well, not a stranger.  Through Jamie’s eyes.

We had sold most of our furniture before leaving Boston, not considering it worth the expense of shipping across the Atlantic.  Frank hired an interior decorating firm to furnish the third floor Southside flat before we arrived.  The overall impression was stylish, if a bit soulless.  Having grown up a virtual nomad, there were no mementos or heirlooms to speak for my personal journey.  For the first time, I regretted their absence.

The buzzer rang, and I shook away my wistfulness.  Jamie’s tousled curls and reckless grin greeted me as I opened the door.  Today he wore a fitted navy jumper, faded grey jeans with frays about the ankles and the ubiquitous work boots.  A messenger bag was slung across his broad chest.  

“I hope I wasn’t supposed to supply the ingredients for today’s lesson, because my cupboards are bare,” I remarked after inviting him in.

“Jus’ as well.  I wouldna squander yer food.  I have all we need right here.”  Reaching into his bag, he removed a clear container filled with chunks of pink meat swimming in a broth of blood.  I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“What sort of dish will I be making with those?”

Those summer eyes shone in merry provocation.

“No’ a dish, Arsonist.  An experiment.”  

Two saucepans were set on the stove.  Jamie had me place a few pieces of meat into the water of one pot before it warmed.  To the other I added a pinch of salt and a clove of garlic, but waited until it came to a boil before adding the chicken.  After five minutes, I used tongs to move the now-pale flesh to waiting salad plates.  Neither looked particularly appetizing, but the first pot yielded a glutinous blob.

“I suppose this is the control group,” I remarked, looking at Jamie where he leaned against my countertop, ankles crossed like a cover model.  “I’m already quite familiar with what culinary failure looks like, thank you.”

“No’ failure.  Variability,” my teacher argued.  “See here?  If ye want meat tae dissolve til it doesna hold its texture, low heat is key.  An’ if ye want tae infuse it with flavour, always combine heat an’ seasoning at the same time.”

I took a small nibble of chicken from the second pot, and sure enough it tasted mildly of garlic.  It was otherwise quite bland, though.  When I commented on this, Jamie nodded in excitement.

“Aye, verra good.  Nature seeks equilibrium, as ye well know.  Sae now ye have poultry tha’ tastes o’ water and water tha’ tastes o’ chicken.  If ye were makin’ a stew or chicken stock, t’would be a good thing.  Fer anything else, tis shite.”

I laughed, getting into the spirit of his well-executed game.

“Have ye any music?” he asked while we cleared away the results of round one.  “I always cook better with a bit o’ background noise.”

There was a high-end stereo system in the living room, but I doubted Jamie would be interested in Frank’s collection of Brahms, Mahler and Celtic harp.  Seeing my hesitation, Jamie dug out a portable speaker from his bag.

“Do ye mind?”  I shook my head and soon my kitchen hummed with guitar chords and plangent vocals.

The lesson lasted far longer than the scheduled hour.  Jamie had me bake, fry, roast and braise different samples, each time explaining why a particular technique might be used and insisting I taste the result.  It was so much fun, I shed my habitual reticence while cooking.

“An’ now fer the pièce de résistance,” Jamie announced in dramatic tones.  From his seemingly bottomless messenger bag he removed what appeared to be a miniature flame thrower.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked, forgetting myself.

“I wanted ye tae ken there’s a place fer fire in the kitchen, Arsonist.  Tis only a question of picking yer moment.”

With a flick of his lighter, he set the butane alight and handed me the small kitchen torch.  Using extreme caution, I seared the outside of the two remaining morsels until they were a rich caramel colour.  Jamie then wrapped them in foil, placing them in the oven to finish cooking.  When they were cool enough to sample, the outside was pleasingly crunchy and sweet, while the inside swam in moist chicken-y flavour.  We both declared them the winner.

“Tis a funny thing about fire,” Jamie remarked as he packed up his bag to leave by the more conventional front door route.  “It can remain hidden beneath the surface, burying its secrets deep inside.  Doesna mean it doesn’t burn, though.”

I thought about what he’d said long after he was gone, leaving me alone with his signature scent of rising bread and salt air.

That weekend, I blamed the poor weather when I declined Frank’s offer to shop for an engagement ring.

***

The next week, instead of asking to be buzzed inside, Jamie requested that I join him downstairs.

Grabbing a Mackintosh, my purse and slipping into comfortable walking shoes, I joined Jamie outside my door.  He was particularly animated, despite the foul weather.

“We should ha’ started wi’ this lesson, but t’wasn’t the right day fer it,” he explained as we walked towards the farmers’ market that took place twice a week in the shadow of Castle Hill.

I considered protesting that I already knew how to shop for food, but Jamie’s enthusiasm was contagious.

We stopped at every stall, sampling the foodstuff on display, which was surprisingly varied despite it being November.  Jamie knew most of the merchants by name and our progress was regularly halted by conversations on topics as varied as his family’s health, the latest rugby results and Scottish politics.  I envied his wide circle of acquaintance and apparent ease interacting with them.  There was no pretense, no stiffness, just a man who inhabited every square centimetre of his life to the fullest.

Jamie insisted that I taste various produce before adding it to the cloth bag he’d provided.  Honey-crisp apples.  Peppery radishes.  Herb-infused venison sausage.  

“Close yer eyes,” he instructed when I was practically dizzy with all the flavours.  Still, I complied immediately.  A rubbery moisture tickled my lips.  “Open,” he said simply.  I opened.  “Tell me what ye taste, Arsonist.”

I chewed the morsel of cheese thoughtfully, letting the taste and texture coat my mouth before finally swallowing.

“Creamy.  Thick.  Salty.  Sorrel.”

I opened my eyes only to fall into the inky vortex of Jamie’s pupils, which had expanded to almost eclipse his irises.  His hand still hovered near my mouth, muscles frozen in abstraction.  The cheesemonger let out an awkward little cough.  Jamie blinked, and the moment vanished.

“Sorrel?” he asked a bit gruffly.

“Yer lass has a fine palate, Fraser.  My sheep graze in fields full o’ it.”

I allowed myself a smug little smile.  Neither of us corrected the merchant’s presumptive pronoun.

Later that evening, I sat cross-legged before the fire with a picnic for one.  Frank had called from his office earlier to say he was working on notes for an upcoming symposium.  Before me lay the results of the afternoon’s market adventure.  Closing my eyes as I ate,  every mouthful set my senses ablaze.

We never found time to visit the jeweler that weekend either.

***

The next week, I fell ill with a miserable head cold.   Frank was in Oxford for his symposium, so I called Ginger Snap myself and explained to Jenny in a hoarse voice that Jamie should avoid coming to my flat at all costs.

I was curled up in a mentholated daze when there was a series of knocks.  It took several minutes to free myself from my blanket cocoon and shuffle to the front door.  Glancing in the entryway mirror, my hair called to mind an electrified poodle and my nose was twelve shades of raw, but I opened the door anyway.  No-one was there.  Leaning out to peer down the hallway, I practically tripped over a brown paper bag resting at my feet.

Inside was a metal thermos, still quite warm to the touch.  As I unscrewed the cap, my stuffed nose was assailed by fragrant steam.  Homemade cock-a-leekie soup.  I felt a glow fill my chest that had nothing to do with my fever.  Pouring a helping into a mug, I shuffled back to my couch-nest.  I felt better already.

***

The following week, Jamie was distracted.  I’d thanked him profusely for the soup, and asked if he could show me how to make it for myself.  As the chicken thighs and stock began to warm, however, I caught him glancing regularly at his phone, fingers drumming against his thigh.

“Are you expecting an important text?” I finally asked.

“Hmm?  Och, Arsonist, I’m verra sorry.  Tis only that we got a last-minute request tae cater a big corporate Christmas party, an’ Jenny is beside herself wi’ worrying.”  He tucked him phone into the pocket of his cargo pants.

“When’s the party?”

“T’morrow,” he confessed.

“What!  Jamie, what are you doing here?  You should have called me to reschedule.”

“T’wouldna be fair, what wi’ us missing last week on account of yer sniffles.  An’ wi’ Christmas ‘round the corner, I didna ken when I’d... er, when we’d have time for another lesson.”

I turned off the burner with a decisive twist.  Jamie opened his mouth to lodge a protest, but I beat him to the punch.

“Jamie, the soup will keep.  Growing your business is more important. I wish there was something more I could do to help, but under the circumstances...”

“Come wi’ me?” he blurted out.

I was nodding before the words finished leaving his mouth.  Notwithstanding the fact that he had just literally been teaching me how to boil water, I didn’t want to lose his company so soon.   We likely wouldn’t see one another again until after the New Year.

It was a thirty minute walk to Leith.  Jamie could probably have covered the distance in half that with his long strides, were it not for me trotting along beside him.  We stopped at several shops along the way to pick up provisions, arriving at Ginger Snap with our arms laden with the freshest food Edinburgh had to offer.

I had expected Jenny and Jamie to be working alone, but the fire station was abuzz with activity.  I was hastily introduced to Angus, a distant Fraser cousin; Mary, a childhood friend of Jenny’s; and Murtagh, Jamie and Jenny’s godfather.  They worked together like a well-oiled machine, and I stood awkwardly to one side, wondering what the hell I was doing there.  I was preparing to make my excuses when Jamie called me over to a spare station.  He gestured to the commercial-sized sink, which was full of vegetables of every dimension and colour.

“Claire, I need ye tae rinse and then cut these inta nice even pieces.  Can ye do tha’ fer me?”

"Consider it done, chef,” I said with a jaunty salute.

There was a feeling of camaraderie as we each went about our assigned tasks.  I chopped.  Mary baked.  Angus filleted.  Jamie cooked, and Jenny plated the various canapés, salads and sauces and stored them in the enormous refrigerators that lined the back wall.    Murtagh’s role seemed mostly to keep the troops in line with an assortment of verbal barbs. 

Music played in the background.  Volleys of witty banter flowed between us, but never at the expense of the work or anyone’s feelings.  Angus nicked himself with his filleting knife, and Jenny sent him to my station for treatment, saying I was the team’s resident doctor.  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so at home.

Time passed quickly and before I knew it, it was dark outside.  The bulk of the work was done and the pace slackened, the pressure of the looming deadline relieved.  One by one we cleared our stations, meeting at the small seating area to share a well-earned drink.

Jenny sunk into the couch beside me and let out a loud sigh.

“Ouf, I canna believe we got it all done.  Claire, ye were a godsend.  Normally I do most o’ the prep work, but it leaves me no time tae arrange the dishes.”

I demurred, uncomfortable with the praise.

“Nay, Arsonist, ye were amazing,” Jamie began to object, but he was interrupted by my phone buzzing.  Glancing down, I felt my face fall.   I’d completely forgotten about Frank.  Now he was texting, asking me where I was.  I quickly fired off a reply, then stuffed the phone into my pocket.

“Everything alright?” Jenny asked.

“Oh, yes.  It’s only my fiancé, asking when I might be home,” I answered, still distracted by my uncharacteristic lapse.  As I glanced up, I ran straight into Jamie’s iceberg gaze.

“I didna realize ye were engaged,” he looked pointedly at my bare ring finger.  “Congratulations.”  

He said the word as though every syllable pained him.  I quelled the urge to explain, to say it wasn’t a real engagement because I’d never agreed, that I’d only been looking for a sense of security, but somehow found myself in a cage.

Instead I hastily finished my drink, called myself an Uber and quietly wished everyone a good night, all while avoiding the many questions written across Jamie’s expressive face.

#my writing #outlander #ginger snap

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Hesitation

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 1,294 Tags: SFW, Pre-relationship, Pining, Supportive Aaron, TW mention of police brutality Summary: Sophie hesitates, and Aaron helps talk her through it. Collection: Sophie Cortes timeline, 7-12 Months at the BAU (See Masterlist for reading order) Link to AO3 or read below! Sophie is at the bureau gym, beating the ever-loving fuck out of a hanging bag, when she realizes she’s not alone. It only takes a moment, and a faint whiff of cologne, light and crisp and clean, to realize who’s joined her, and though she’d usually smile, all she does is sigh.

“Who told you I was down here? Morgan, probably, he’s always in my business,” she mutters. Hotch steps past her, still wearing his suit, sans jacket, and holds the bag steady while she punches, knees, and kicks it.

“It was Reid, actually. He was concerned that you were being hard on yourself after what happened earlier.”

“And if I am? Why should any of you care?” she asks, gritting her teeth, even though she knows exactly what he’ll say—and that he’s right.

“Because we’re a team. A family. We care about you.”

“I care about you guys, too, and today…” She stops, takes a deep breath, brushes a stray hair out of her face. “I hesitated, and it could have gotten someone hurt.”

“It happens to everyone at least once; honestly, you’re overdue.”

“I am not the type of person to hesitate, Hotch. I know what that can do in our line of work, I know what that can mean.” She’s been sick to her stomach with guilt since she got on the jet, her adrenaline leaving her as fast as it came; she couldn’t even close her eyes without seeing Reid hurt, or Hotch, or the kid.

“Good. Then you need to accept that it happened and be more aware of your emotional state in this situation next time. There’s no need to be so hard on yourself.” She shakes her head, goes back to work on the bag though her hands are throbbing.

“Being hard on yourself is how you get tough, how you keep from making the same mistakes again.” She knees the bag a few times, somehow angrier than before. “So I should be hard on myself. And you should be punishing me.” She stops, feels herself deflating emotionally and physically. She wipes at her eyes with her wrist, and she knows tears are welling up, but she can’t stop them. “Punish me, Hotch.”

“No,” he tells her, voice soft, steady. His hands come up, wrap around her wrists, and she sobs, a sad and broken thing; he pulls her to his chest, then, strong arms holding her, letting her cry, and she breaks down in a way she hasn’t in almost a decade.

“He could have been my brother,” she says through sniffles, and he strokes her hair, keeping her close. “He looked just like my little brother, and I didn’t want to see another brown kid die at the hands of police when I thought I could talk him down.”

“I know, I know.” It’s all he says, all he needs to say, and she stays there in that safe space for a few minutes before pulling away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dumped all that on you.” His eyes are soft, sincere, and he takes her face in his hands.

“I want to be here for you.” He swipes his thumbs under her eyes, tenderly brushing away her tears, and her heart skips a beat.

A moment later, his phone rings, and though he’s looking like he’s willing to ignore it, she knows how against the grain it goes. “You can take that. I won’t run off.” He looks into her eyes for a long moment before pulling it from his pocket and answering with his name.

“Yes, I’m with her now. She’s doing alright. Nothing I think a few slices of pizza won’t fix; do you want to come with us? We’ll pick you up. Okay, see you in five.” He ends the call and she is smiling when he turns back to face her, despite how dry and red her eyes feel.

“Pizza with my two favorites? Shh, don’t tell the others,” she teases, grabbing her duffle, and he puts an arm around her shoulders as they walk out.

“If you think the others don’t know we’re your favorites, you seriously underestimate them.”

She grabs a quick shower, and they pick up Spencer and head to the by-the-slice pizza shop near the office; her partner bumps companionably against her shoulder in the booth beside her, and she smiles at him, feeling better than she has all day.

Though she still feels she messed up in the field, she also feels compassion for herself after what Hotch said at the gym. She knows she holds herself to a high standard, that she always will, but now that she has the kindness and support that Hotch, Reid, and the rest of the team have shown her… some things might never be easy, but they will be easier.

“It’s been a while since we ordered, I’ll go check on our food,” she offers, and she’s been standing at the counter for less than a minute when a man sidles up to her, closer than normal but overall nothing too threatening.

“I’ve noticed you in here once or twice—are you a fed?”

“Yes, I work for the FBI.”

“Hmm. That’s sexy. Do you carry a gun?” She looks over at him, runs her eyes over his facial features. He’s just a curious, gross guy, harmless, she decides, and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Sometimes. It’s not glamorous, believe me. Mostly paperwork.”

“Have you ever killed someone?”

“Is the food almost ready?” she hears Hotch ask, and even though she can handle a guy like this, she does feel more at ease knowing she has backup... or maybe it’s just because it’s Hotch behind her that she feels suddenly far less tense.

He puts a hand around her back, fingers on her hip pulling her closer, and apparently he’s pretending to be her boyfriend, now, which is… fine. So fine. Nothing to see here.

“Any minute,” she answers, leaning against the solid line of his body, seeing no harm in playing along. It feels a little better than it should, and she’ll probably try to analyze that at another time, but for now, after such a tumultuous day, she just lets herself be happy. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You know I’d wait forever for you,” he says softly, pressing his nose against the top of her head, and she forgets herself, swoons a little.

The guy loses interest really damn quick, slinks back to his seat, and Sophie pulls away from Hotch, though she really doesn’t want to. His hand slides slowly off her hip. “Thanks for the save,” she murmurs, turning to look at him, and he looks like he wants to say something, but then their food is ready, and they carry it back to the table.

They eat, laugh, and when they’re done, he drops them off at the office; Sophie offers to drive Spencer home, and he thanks Hotch for the meal and runs in to grab his things. Sophie takes Hotch’s hand.

“Thank you, for… what you said at the gym, and for dinner, and everything.”

“I meant it,” he replies, squeezing her hand. “I’m here for you no matter what. Always.”

She knows that, which is one of many reasons she knows she has to tamp down on her little crush. If he found out, he would distance himself from her, and she would lose the careful, hesitant friendship that’s developed over the past year, and that would be worse than anything.

Spencer jogs out of the building, bags and coat in hand, and she pulls away, smiling at him. “Ready to go?” He nods, and she looks back up at Hotch. “Thanks again. See you tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

#aaron hotchner x original female character #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfic

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Bokuto: Clarity

/ Kōtarō Bokuto x reader /

genre: fluff babyyyy

wc: 3126

summary: Finally, the truth has been revealed. You can finally look at him with clarity. After a little domestic bliss, you devise a plan to take down the one who wronged you, and it’s time to set it in motion. 

warnings: dOmEsTiC bLiSs

a/n: Hey guys!!! I am SO sorry this took so long!!!!!!! As answered previously, I got wrapped up in all the holidays and then just recently started back up at college so I’ve been putting this off, and then I noticed 2 days ago that my draft had completely deleted somehow so i started it again haha karma I guess!! ✌🏻🥺

BUT HERE IT IS AHA

pt4

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You were stunned. Bokuto was explaining everything to you in extreme detail, slowly going over the past few weeks. Of course, he’d get a little off topic at times, getting too in depth about practices or games, which made you smile on the inside, but as soon as he’d realize he would continue his story. He told you how Tamra had acted as if she just was interested in talking volleyball, how she manipulated him into being her friend, and then how she won the trust of the whole team. Bokuto never saw it coming. You wondered if he felt as stupid as you did right in this moment.

“When I saw you after I opened that door,” Bokuto eyes lit up slightly at the thought, a small smirk forming through his low laugh. “I felt as if I had finally come up for air. You looked so excited, your face was more beautiful than I remembered and your eyes,” he looked down at your intertwined hands, you turning his ring on his finger. “were so bright.” A darkness came over his features and his voice started to shake, your body tensed in response. You knew the next part all too well. “I should’ve never said she could come over, I should have never even been friends with her, Y/N.” Tears started to trail down the sides of his cheeks, making you tear up as well. “I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as he laid his head facedown on the bed next to your side, clutching onto your hand as if it had been his life line. “I’m so so sorry.”

“You can’t be sorry for being yourself.” You squeezed his left hand with one of your own, and put the other in his hair, softly trying to comfort him. “You thought she had no one, so you tried to be a good friend. You can not be at fault for trying to be kind.”

“That doesn’t matter, Y/N. I was not kind to who matters,” his shoulders shook slightly as he continued to cry into the duvet. “You. When you started to cry in the room, and I tried to hold you, you flinched under my touch. When you got in that elevator, there was no light in your eyes. Your beautiful face had shattered. I did that to you, Y/N.” He sobbed now. “I should’ve done right by you.” You squeezed his hand tighter, letting him know you’re still there. “I want to do right- I need to do right by you.”

“Bo,” you cooed. His head lifted up when he heard his pet name. Your hand grazed his cheek, your thumb swiping at the tears. One of his hands reached to cover yours as he leaned into this intimate touch. His reddened eyes fluttered shut taking it all in, and then opened to look at you. “You have done right by me. You have always done right by me. Even tonight, you tried your hardest to do right by me, and you succeeded in the end. I-“ your voice was caught in your throat, you choked down a small sob, “I’m the one who failed you.”

You started to cry now, really cry. Bokuto’s hands flew to your cheeks, trying to stop the stream of tears as he shook his head. He was about to say something when you stopped him, “I should have stayed earlier. I should have at least tried to hear you out, but instead I ran. I should have known better, I should have trusted you.” You laughed sadly, “I mean we’re getting married, right? I should’ve-“

“You still want to get married?” Bokuto’s small voice broke out. He was still holding your face, and his lips were inches from yours. His eyes were now wide with shock. Your cheeks flushed, and for some reason you suddenly felt shy.

“Well, I assumed since we have fixed this-“ was all you could get out before Bokuto brought your lips down to his, hard. This kiss was one that was filled with longing, passion, and love. After your initial surprise, you leaned into it. You haven’t kissed him in so long, not only because of the whole train wreck of a night, but because he hasn’t been home in weeks. His lips felt so soft as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the bed to be beside you, closer to you. You had missed him so much. He pulled away, both of you panting at the air.

“I can’t believe this.” He started, putting his hands to his head. “All of this pain I’ve put you through and you still want to marry me? Are you serious?” He asked, searching for something in your eyes. Rejection, maybe? He still looked so surprised.

You smiled softly at him, “Of course.” You stated plainly. “You’re the only one for me, Bo.” You leaned up to meet your lips to his once more, a quick, chaste kiss. He was still leaning into your space with his eyes closed when you had already pulled back. They snapped open when he realized you weren’t still kissing him, his golden eyes electric, waiting for your touch.

“Let’s go back to our room, sweetheart,” he smirked getting out of the bed, and held a hand out for you to take. “It feels weird that I want to make out with you in Atsumu’s bed.”

That night, you cuddled in his hotel room. After Hurricane Tamra, you both deserved to end your 4th year anniversary with a little bit of light. He had asked you about the shop and your plans for this trip. With your head on his chest, and those beautiful golden eyes constantly watching your every move, you spoke adamantly about your thought process with this whole trip. He was so excited that you were finally going to be able to watch him play, it had been awhile since you could attend a game in person.

Throughout your time there that night, Bokuto kept holding you tighter and tighter. Occasionally, he would bring his hand up to your face, while you both laid in silence, and would trace your features with his fingers lightly. He would also randomly pepper you with kisses from your forehead, to your neck, to your shoulders to show you that you have his full attention and affection. You knew it was because even if you had completely forgave him, these past few hours had been and will continue to haunt him for a while. After staying up for the sole reason to be in each others arms, you both finally got to sleep around 3:30 in the morning, which was not ideal, but was still perfect considering you got to spend time with him.

//

Game day. It’s game day.

Bokuto’s eyes snapped open at the thought. While his sleepy eyes cleared, he realized something was tickling his nose, it was your hair. This made him smile.

He hasn’t been able to wake up to your sleeping face in so long. The sun shone softly through the curtains, and it hit your skin enough to make you look as if you glowed. You were tangled together under the sheets, legs wrapped around one another while both of your arms are hugging each other. The sight made him excited for the future, becuase everyday would be like this. Bokuto was careful enough not to move too much, in fear of waking you up. He checked his watch. It was only 10, and he didn’t have to be anywhere until 12, so he was safe on time.

He started to play with your hair, slowly moving his hands down to stroke your arms, and then began drawing shapes on your shoulders. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he did want to spend some time with you before he left for practice and warm ups. You made a small groan, and took your time to open your eyes. Before Bokuto knew it, you had snuggled in closer for warmth, grabbing his arms and pulling them around your body. You started drawing shapes on his arms now, and Bokuto couldn’t believe that you were still his.

Last night, he felt as if he were in a nightmare and now, it’s like he woke into a dream. “Hey angel,” Bokuto rasped out in his low morning voice. “What do you want to do for the next few hours? We can grab breakfast, or-“

“I think I would rather just lay here with you, if that’s okay,” You cut him off, speaking quietly, moving to where you could fully see his face. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and I’ve really missed you, and I don’t want to poke our bubble just yet.”

Your words squeezed his heart, you missed him. Enough to not want to go get breakfast. Bokuto smiled sheepishly, pulling you in closer. “That is more than okay,” he leans his head down to plant a long, sweet kiss to the top of your head, “it’s perfect.”

When 11:30 rolls around, Bokuto is disappointed that he has to leave your warm bed. He quickly runs around the room, grabbing clothes and shoes and different essentials for the rest of the day. Every once in a while, he’ll pass you and give you a quick peck on the lips. He does this when he’s nervous about something. And that something today was Tamra. Of course her team was the one they were playing in the finals.

“The stadium is only a block away, and we can get dinner together tonight, and-“

“Bo,” You cooed. He picks up his face, red with both anxiety and frustration. “I understand it’s your job to see her. I’m not worried about this,” you step out of bed towards him. You only have on one of his big t shirts, he takes notice. “Or us.” Now his face is red for different reasons. You wrap your arms around his neck while you stand on your tippy toes. His arms automatically hang loosely at your hips. “I have complete faith that you are going to go out on that court and win the finals. I also have complete faith that you are going to do the right thing, like you always do. You don’t have to talk to her, in fact don’t even look at her. Don’t give her the satisfaction of your attention. You deserve the satisfaction of a solid win.”

That look you gave him, with those beautiful eyes, it could kill and save. Bokuto leaned down to give you a quick peck that turned into a long, passionate kiss that left you both breathless. This was the encouragement he needed, you by his side. With him going into battle like this, no one could stop him. You untangled yourselves from the loving embrace, and he picked up his bags. “Y/N,” he looked you directly in the eyes. “I love you with everything that I am.”

“Then play with everything you’ve got. Win this for me.”

The words still sent sparks down his spine as he dropped off his belongings in the locker room. He was thinking of the intensity that your beautiful face held when he walked out on the court to meet his teammates. The only thing that could take him out of his thoughts were the voices of his teammates.

“Kuto!” “Did you make up with Y/N last night?” “Is she okay?”

The smile on Bokuto’s face answered every nagging question of the team. A collective sigh filled the stadium. Of course they were relieved to hear the news, this wedding was the only thing going on in some of these guys’ personal lives. “I’m so glad to hear that, Kuto!” Hinata’s voice rang out as he entered the court.

Noises came from the opposite side, and everyone knew who followed them. “Okay guys, you know the drill.” Atsumu’s voice was tight. Everyone’s faces immediately dropped into a scowl. The team looked more focused then ever. Bokuto knew this was a big game, but didn’t think everyone needed to be so on edge.

“Why are you guys looking so hostile?” Bokuto questioned lightly. Everyone looked to him as if he should know.

“Y/N called with a game plan. She’s pretty smart, y’know?” Atsumu smirked, which made Bokuto burn a little at the thought of him having any private thoughts about you. “Anyways, this is how she believes it will go down.”

Atsumu went into fine detail about the days events, how everyone was to act, and where to lead the storm. Bokuto’s mind was racing, thinking and imaging everything that was to come. “When did she have time to plot this?”

“Oh, you would be surprised how quickly women can plot revenge.”

//

The game was about to start.

Every once in a while, during the warm ups, Tamra would stare at Bokuto, trying to pry his attention from the sport, or would beckon him over to try to talk to her. Of course he never looked in her direction because 1) he didn’t really care to even be in the same room as her, and 2) this was part of the plan. He could tell she was getting annoyed by the lack of attention though, he could feel her angry gaze on him almost at all times. It also didn’t help that whenever he would make a good spike, she would say, “Nice kill!” just to get a reaction from him, but this was to be suspected.

After a while of this, the teams headed into their respected locker rooms to get into their headspace for the game. Bo texted you, ‘Hey, so far so good, she’s pissed. I miss you tho 🥺 xx’ to which you immediately replied, ‘You’re going to do great tonight babe, on and off the court! I’ll be right on the center line in the front cheering you on!! I love you💗 xx’.

Bo smiled with anticipation. This is your first game you’ve gotten to see in person in probably a year or so. Because of your business and your work ethic, it was hard to align your schedules. Not to say that he didn’t wish to see you at every single one of his games, but it never really bothered Bokuto too much that you couldn’t come because he understood what it was like to be passionate about something. It was one of his favorite things about you. He sat there in thought for a very long time so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the time flying by.

“Alright guys, it’s time. Let’s go!” The coach’s voice rang out. All of the boys were pumped, full of adrenaline and focus.

It’s time.

//

You’re heart could not stop pounding. You stood in your spot wearing one of Bo’s old jerseys, black ripped jeans, and some white tennis shoes. You knew you looked good. Your hair and make up was done, and your ring was shining like a star under the stadium lights. You heard the screams of fangirls and knew what was to come next.

The teams started jogging out to their respected benches, and you were sitting on the same side of the court as your lover. As soon as you saw that silver and black hair, you knew. Bokuto’s smile as he was jogging alongside his team made your heart flutter, but what was even better was how his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. His smile broadened and his cheeks tinged a slight blush, he was practically glowing.

After he sat his belongings down at the bench he ran up to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Hey doll,” he smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hung them on his broad shoulders, “is she watching?”

You looked past his head discreetly and there she was, arms crossed, hip popped out, and a bright red face. You completely forgot she was there, that’s how forgettable she was. You let out a low laugh that made his eyes shine with desire, “of course.” You gave him another chaste kiss, “Time to go, Bo. You got this!” His smile was so bright, you were left seeing stars as he jogged back over to the team. At the sudden realization that you were in the crowd, Hinata and Atsumu both smiled and waved at you, and you returned the nice gestures.

Throughout the entirety of the game, it went like this. Tamra focused on you while doing her manager duties, you focused solely on Bo, and he focused solely on the game. Every once in a while, when he made a kill or a nice block, he would look over at you to make sure you were watching him, which of course you were, it was hard not to, and he would tap his thumb to his ring finger. This is something he started doing right before he proposed, something that meant it was for you. This made your heart burst.

After the game ended, with Bo’s team victorious, his team huddled up and let out a few howls in excitement. In the midst of the chaos, so wrapped up in the emotion of it, Bokuto searched for you in the crowd. You caught his eyes and he started running for you, his strong arms picking up and spinning you around in a big hug. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. He gave you a breathtaking kiss right on the court, as if there weren’t hundreds of people cheering around the two of you for the win. “Did you see me? Did you see everything?” He pressed his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes.

“Of course I did, Bo. You played your heart out, that was the best game I think I’ve seen you play to this date.” You said, still breathing a little heavy from the kiss.

“I did it for you.” Those words squeezed your heart. The intensity in his eyes let him know he wasn’t joking. “It was all for you.”

You held him tighter, nuzzling your face in his neck to hide the brim of tears. “I love you.”

He drew circles in the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too.”

His team called for him, and he knew he had to go, but he just wanted to live in this moment forever. “Bo, it’s okay. You have me all to yourself for the next week.” You reminded him, letting go of him reluctantly.

He nodded, “Okay, see you soon.”, now the real game began.

///

Okay so I’ve decided... there has to be a part 5. I needed domestic Bokuto so bad because we haven’t truly had any happiness in this fic until just now!!!!! So I’m doing part 5!! And then that will be the end of it🤗🥰💗✨ I hope you all enjoyed!!

#bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto angst #bokuto #domestic bokuto #fluff #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #fukurodani

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- #14&15: BANGCHAN from prompt list

requested by: @moonbaescribbles

the world spins on its axis every day. and there were only a few moments where your world was turned upside down. it turned anti clockwise, it span so quickly you wanted to get off... but you didn’t.

the first time was a moment you can never forget. it the first time you saw him. an ordinary day, to say the least, rushing passed your coworkers to get to the lockers after the bus broke down on your route to work. light droplets of sweat formed at the nape of your neck.

“late again,” minho quirked. a scowl sent his way and a slight shove as you fixed your uniform before entering the shop floor.

distracted, you were messing with your apron as you approached the order station. yet to enter customer service mode, you muttered a small ‘how can I help?’ that was barely audible. it was a cough that sounded like the clearing of someone’s throat that brought you to reality.

this moment.

clad in sweats, a grey beanie covering his wavy locks, peaks of blonde peaking out in light flicks. a guitar strapped to his back. you were drawn in within seconds. his eyes were mesmerising, following your every move as you fiddled with the knot that you had wrapped behind your back.

your eyes met his and you knew you couldn’t turn back from this moment. a sheepish smile was met with a small chuckle that fell from his lips. you were cute.

“hi.. sorry! what can i get you today?” stumbling over your words? not your usual behaviour.

“i’ll take an iced americano please, just black.”

“like your soul?-” the joke wasn’t as funny as you’d hoped it would be. a shake of his head. but, you weren’t mistaken. his eyes glistened when your face morphed in embarrassment, crinkling along with his nose... was that a nervous chuckle?

“can I get a name for your order?” your sharpie wavered in the air, waiting with expectant eyes as his own attempted to memorise your features. the way your lips dipped into a curve at the peak of your cupid’s bow. the light freckles that grazed your nose.

another smile. “it’s chris.”

a snigger sounded beside you followed by a full groan. min had deserved that smack.

you didn’t do well with people. you never opened your heart for anyone. the only person you ever let get close enough to see the flicker of light in your eyes was minho. until now.

over a year had gone by. he came back every evening since the moment he laid eyes on you. it wasn’t long until he noticed a pattern.

monday’s were the quietest - those were the nights he came by earlier so he could spend hours talking to you about anything. anything and everything.

tuesdays were the evenings you had to dip out for an hour, your tutor fixed an hour a week where you could ask them questions about your assignments. your boss let you take an extra 30 minute break on tuesdays as long as you came in earlier on saturdays.

you didn’t work on wednesday or thursday evenings. he hated that. not for you - he loved that you had time to focus on yourself instead of deciphering the difference between a dry latte and a wet cappuccino (he always claimed it was one of life’s unanswerable questions). but it meant he had to wait two whole days to see you again.

friday nights you were open late but rarely busy. those were the nights you both slipped an extra shot into your drinks so you could stay up until the sun rose together. after about a year those americanos changed to a bottle of wine - he called it fine dining.

saturdays were the nights he couldn’t come by. he always had a gig with his friends. it got to the point where you changed your saturday shift to a thursday so you could attend. he always made sure you were front row, sporting his favourite sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to your elbows as you screamed your little head off.

and sunday evenings were your favourites because you could people watch. the bell of the door chimed often as families wandered in looking for a late night pick me up before the monday morning rush. sundays were the days you allowed him behind the bar. you both stood, bent over the counter top with your chin rested on your palm. his friend, felix, spent every sunday morning baking and chris always brought some for you to try. those were the evenings you gave in to light touches of his fingers against your own.

eventually, you would leave work together and return to your apartment. the sentiment never wore off though. being able to bring you home filled his chest with warmth. meeting you at that coffee shop was the greatest thing that ever happened to him.

until the day he found out his group were offered a contract by a hot-shot company in korea. twelve hours from you.

nearing two years, you felt ashamed to hate the idea of him leaving. pride ran through your veins every time he got up on stage; he was born to be up there. but the thought of losing him to it... that was unbearable.

your smile didn’t meet your eyes as the words “that’s amazing” fell from your lips and your arms tightened around his waist. he knew this. he knew it would be a shock to you. but he never expected the light that once burned in your irises at his every move would be snuffed by his news.

your fingers fell from his as you muttered that you had to go to work. this moment made you realise exactly why you didn’t open up to people so easily. as happy as you were that he was achieving his dream, it felt like wasted years... happy memories clouded by the stench of loneliness and the forgotten. you knew you were being selfish... but he made you feel whole. and the thought of that being taken away scared you, almost as much as the thought of losing him.

you pushed away the thought and, inevitably, pushed him away too. you immersed yourself in your work and eventually locked your phone in your bedside table to stop the ringing. so that he would stop ringing. if you ignored the problem, it would go away.

he was giving you space. he knew where you were, he always did. but he knew that even seeing his face would halt you into reality once more. both of you. he was leaving tomorrow - he had to see you once more even if it meant the end.

he peered through the glass to catch a glimpse of your smile, attempting to make out the silhouettes through the steamed windows of the shop, with flickers of customers clouding his vision. what he didn’t expect to see was his replacement.

your tear stained face buried into your friends chest. leaning against the same counter that his memories drew with smiles and laughter. now morphed into pain. you were going to be fine after all. he knew minho would look after you; his longing gazes and desire to please you told him he would make a good replacement. you didn’t need him anymore - you both had to find your happiness. and he was gone.

the glitch in the story is where your world finally begins to spin once more. it once stood motionless, uneventful mixes of waking up, going to work, finishing homework and sleeping. repeat five times a week. the two days that you had to yourself were buried into your pillow with no desire to bring yourself out of the wallowing state.

but two years has passed. you were almost back on track. you had graduated and decided it was time for you to move on with your life. you were going to travel the world, but right now you had chosen to settle down, in your own little coffee shop. Blessings.

truthfully, glimpses of him were met in most guys you encountered. those with messy blonde hair. those that looked like they could pour their soul into their lyrics. those whos smile lit up the room... but it was never blinding like his.

some nights you completely lost all sense of being. you heard his voice on the radio in the cafe. it sent you into a pit of sorrow each time, a numbness drowning you. how could you move on completely if he’s still here?

some nights... your finger hovered over his name hesitantly until you fell into despair as the tone rang in your ear twice... twice because he no longer had that number. it still went to voicemail.

“hi, you’ve reached chris! i must be busy, i guess... beep, yeah? don’t forget the beep!”

a dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach. his cheery voice evoked a sob that physically racked your body forward. a minute had passed before you gained the courage to speak into the void...

“you left me. you left and you didn’t say a word.”

you said the same words every time. each time a different meaning.

how could you leave me? you’re a dick for leaving me. you said you would never leave me. was I not good enough for you to stay?

but the truth was.. you forgave him a long time ago. he followed his dream. you were still hurt but you knew he wasn’t completely to blame. pushing someone away when the going gets tough was your forté. the numbness remained but it didn’t stop you from reaching out to the slither of light that breached the end of your tunnel.

the final turn was the most unexpected of all. it was a saturday. since you had opened up your new shop, serving coffee on the saturday evening had become your favourite pastime. teenagers waltzed in for an hour or so before they headed out for a party just to get their caffeine fix.

even in your own place, you had become accustomed to the sound of his voice that flooded the radio to the love song that threatened to break you into pieces.. but it didn’t. your body went numb but your heart flew as the low buzz of the customers meshed seamlessly with his velvet lyrics.

you’ve persevered until now.

what’s your worry? trust me,

blessings waiting for you.

despite the hurt, his words a source of comfort. as they always were. he poured his heart into his work and you admired that the most. his words and his voice made you believe him, were there blessings waiting to you?

distracted, you almost missed the chiming of the door. hurriedly, you shot back to the counter.

autopilot.

“hi, what can i get you today?” your eyes trailed from the till until they landed on the customer.

a very familiar face, followed by jisung and changbin. the face that you saw on all the billboards, the one that had teenagers screaming over when he popped up on the tv.

what is he doing here? here of all places? you couldn’t tell if your thought was laced with hurt or disbelief. or both.

the sharp pain in your chest began to sooth as your eyes trailed down to his hand. a scribble of black ink that had smudged across his palm. you could faintly make out the address of your cafe along with the minho’s number scattered in block characters. he had contacted minho, he had found you the only way he knew how.

in his hands were suitcases clad with luggage tags that told you they hadn’t been out of the air long. a flash of a memory flooded your mind.

you giggled as his fingers trailed up the curve of your waist. you were lying in bed on a sunday morning after a gig, noses brushing, hair tousled and your legs intertwined.

“hey,” he grabbed your attention. you hummed in response, your eyes still following the path of his fingertips.

“if we ever have to leave each other-” he started. “for any reason. promise that if I ever have to go, from the moment I come back, you will be the first one I see no matter what.”

you raised your eyebrow questioningly. his previous movements had sent you into a sleepy haze. but his eyes were sincere which made you nod your head without a thought. looking closer, they were clouded with a fear that only the two of you could understand. one that feared losing the other.

he leaned forward to rest his lips against your forehead as your eyes fluttered closed, “i’d go to the end of the earth just to see you again.”

heart thumping in your chest, a sharp intake of breath, and your eyes shot to his piercing ones.

“my usual?”

it was like an ignition had been lit for the first time in two years. it was like all numbness washed away the moment his eyes crinkled in a shy smile. it was like you had found the blessing he promised as he sung through your speakers every day since he left.

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chamomile & strawberry. | p. seonghwa

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, @exosnoona29​! i’m sorry it took a little while so thank you for being patient! i hope you like this ✨💖 also, tagging @hwanami​ since i know she’s whipped for hwa 🤠

the smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with a tint of brewed tea leaves wafted in the air and into your nose. the sounds of birds cheerfully chirping created a little melody featuring the small wind chime right at the arch of the doorway your hand reached up to wipe away the thin sheet of sweat forming on your forehead from the sweeping you did. with both hands on your hips, your eyes scanned throughout the entire room for a few seconds, making sure no spot was missed and tables all clean, you beamed to yourself afterwards once everything was neat. with a quick fix of your messy hair, it was time to open your little tea house.

living in a small village just at the outskirts of the nearby city, you never figured that your tea house would make quite an attraction. everyone would always refer to you as the residential tea maker, admiring the way you would pour different scented teas into a cup that was paired with a matching teapot and saucer. maybe that was what interested everyone in this small town you lived in. though you would have to admit, with the amount of various themed tea sets you have, you would be sitting in the tea house as well to admire them. but of course, you would always think that it was because your grandmother had passed this tea house. 

ever since your grandmother had passed on, you were the one who took her place as the tea maker. she had always been the one to take care of you since you were little every time your parents were too busy with their work, sometimes having to spend a night or two, depending how busy they were. you remembered watching your grandmother brewing your favourite chamomile tea when you had a nightmare, sometimes even letting you help just to take your mind off of the bad dream you had. you were always found sitting near the window of this exact tea house to talk with the customers stopping by the tea house, a chatterbox was what your grandmother had called you, not wanting you to disturb the customer yet they couldn’t help but to see you as an endearing child. you had promised your grandmother that one day, you wanted to be a tea maker just like her when you grew up, even wanting your own tea house in the city. and fast forward to the present, you had fulfilled your promise. despite not being in the city, you were content with what you have.

your hands were busy cleaning the shelves filled with jars of tea leaves until a sudden ‘ding’ rang into your ears, indicating someone had stopped by. you blinked a few times in confusion, not expecting a customer to come by so soon just a few minutes of opening up. without wasting time, you made your way to the door to greet your first customer of the day with a slight jog in your steps. standing near the counter, you noticed a tall person curiously gazing around the tea house of yours with his back facing you. he must have heard your voice before turning around, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. 

there, a pair of gorgeous dark brown irises held your gaze, a honey-ish tinted hair styled in a slightly messy manner yet somehow still looked good on the male standing in front of you, his lips a bit pinkish that reminded you of the lingering colour after eating a fresh strawberry flavoured drink. somehow, he managed to pull off a loose white shirt and washed denims so effortlessly stunning on him, topping it off with a chain-like earring on one of his ears and a few rings adorning his long fingers.

you must have been staring at him for a little while since the said stranger waved a hand, albeit awkwardly with a little smile on his lips, making it seem as if he was in a cross between confused and awkward. With a shake of your head, you returned the smile with your own out of sheepishness, bowing your head ever so slightly.

“s-sorry, welcome to the tea house!” you managed to say, already hitting yourself in a number of times from the slight stutter in your words. a low chortle soon resonated in your ears, though a tinted red from being flustered, you looked up at the man. he merely shook his head and reassured you that it was alright, but instead, apologising for making you startled since he mentioned how frozen you were for a bit, effectively making you want to bury yourself in a hole as to how obvious you were and quickly coming up with an excuse.

“i was just surprised at how i could have a customer already, considering that i just opened up.” you retorted.

“ah, is that so? I happened to come across this place from my morning walk, and i guess i couldn’t help but to admire your tea sets that are on display.” he said. You couldn’t help but to notice how it was rather deep yet had some type of calmness in the timbre of his voice. It was then, a sudden thought came to you. Come to think of it, you had never seen this man before from the years of living in this small town outside of the city. 

“are you perhaps.. new around here? i haven’t really seen you around before.” you decided to ask with a slight tilt of your head. you watched as how his expression perked up as if he had realised something, immediately bowing his head to apologise for not introducing himself sooner. 

“sorry about that, i’m seonghwa. park seonghwa,” the ma- no, seonghwa, greeted before he continued, “i am new here, i just moved into town just yesterday evening.” 

your lips formed into a small ‘o’ then replacing it with a gentle yet welcoming grin as the first mental answer you had was correct. “it’s nice to meet you, seonghwa. my name’s y/n, y/n l/n” you introduced.

“if i’m not being a bit too nosy, what brings you here? moving here, i mean.” you asked. 

it was very well known of you to be curious of things around you ever since you were a little girl. you had to admire how your grandmother was always patient with your questions ranging from the questions that had a simple answer to questions that seemed so silly anyone who heard it would surely laugh out of amusement from your curiosity.

“ah, well, i got a new job here at the town’s kindergarten,” seonghwa trailed off, resting his weight on one of his feet. your eyes widened slightly before clasping your hands together in amazement. 

“is that so? i'm sure the kids in this town would love to meet their new handsome kindergarten teacher.” you exclaimed, grinning brightly over at the male. 

seonghwa, on the other hand, could only raise an eyebrow at the certain word he had heard from you, one of the corners of his lips lifting up into a small smirk out of amusement. “ah, you think i’m handsome?” he asked, cheekiness lacing in his tone as he spoke which caused you to momentarily freeze in your place.

you could feel blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks at the slip of word as your hand quickly came up to cover your lips, apologising for accidentally blurting the word out loud. seonghwa couldn’t help but to release a light laugh from the strings of apologies along with almost incoherent words coming out from a flustered you, waving a hand in a dismissive manner to reassure you that it was fine.

“to be fair, i find you cute.” he casually added, a wink in the end that only made you grow more sheepish.

“sir, i’m gonna have to ask whether you wanna order something or i would have to kick you out for flirting with the tea maker.” you joked, which of course made seonghwa chuckle as the two of you could feel the awkward ice slowly melting away.

“as far as i remember, you called me handsome first. i only returned the compliment.” he retorted as a matter of factly, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasise his point, to which made you jokingly roll your eyes at him. 

from there, the two of you seemed to get along quite well. it was not a surprise as to how seonghwa was able to get along with the other townspeople from how friendly and humble he was. not to mention, he was also surprisingly good with the children in the nearby kindergarten yet of course, knowing when to pull a strict teacher act whenever they misbehaved yet not to the extent of having them completely fear him. It was safe to say he is the town’s favourite at this point. 

seonghwa is always seen standing near the park’s playground while making sure the kids were safe as they played with each other, occasionally joining in to play as the ‘monster’ while they played tag. when not at the playground, he can be found in your tea house either relaxing with a cup of tea while reading his book or just stopping by to have a conversation with you.

it would be a lie to say that you weren’t thankful that your tea house was not busy on most days of the week, knowing that you get to talk to this handsome kindergarten teacher. two of you would mostly talk about how your days were, you amusedly listening to seonghwa telling you about the children’s antics during his classes, or how you would excitedly tell him the new tea set you have been wanting for so long finally being able to be ordered. more often than not, seonghwa would wait until you close up the shop, helping you out by cleaning the place as to which you were thankful with the extra pair of hands. 

your hangouts always happened in the days after your first meeting. which then changed to weeks and then, to a few months.

and today, was like any other day. seonghwa was sitting near the window checking his students’ works, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with brows furrowed in concentration, while you were wiping down the cups you had washed earlier. your eyes glanced up at the wall clock to check the time, noting how you had a few more minutes before closing time. yet seeing as though there weren't any more customers coming by any time soon, you decided to start cleaning up the place a little earlier and made quick work of placing the cups away in the cabinets. seonghwa, hearing the rustling around, looked up. he then placed his glasses down and closed the last workbook that he was examining before getting up to help upon seeing you struggle with putting some cups away. 

“a little early today, mm?” he inquired, looming over from behind to help you place a teapot safely in the cabinet you had trouble reaching, hand on your waist.

the sudden voice and action made you jump in place from shock, only to relax afterwards when you only realised it was seonghwa, despite feeling warmth creeping up its way to bloom on both of your cheeks due to the closeness between the two of you yet you kept your calm demeanour. you turned around to face the man and only then, did you feel a huge lump suddenly appeared in your throat

seonghwa was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. your gazes were on each other while silence enveloped the both of you. it felt as if time had suddenly slowed down as well. what is in his mind? what is he going to do? so many questions were running through your mind that you didn't notice the large hand coming up to your head, only noticing it when you felt his slim digits picking at something in your hair.

“chamomile, how can you not notice some of the dried tea leaves in your hair?” his deep voice rumbled, showing the said leaves in his hand as an amused simper was shown on the male’s lips. the nickname was enough to somehow make your heartbeat increase its pace. 

“i guess i was just too busy. though, you shouldn't say that to me considering your hair is a mess too, strawberry.” you retaliated, reaching a hand up to fix the stray strands of his locks, remembering how you've seen (or watched) him run his fingers through his hair numerous times while examining the workbooks.

recently, seonghwa has been calling you with that certain name out of nowhere. when you asked why he had called you as such, he simply mentioned that he had noticed that you tend to drink your favourite chamomile tea even if there was a variety of flavours. hence, him calling you chamomile which led you to calling him ‘strawberry’ as you found him taking a liking to your strawberry tart.

with the names being exchanged and the frequent hangouts in your tea house, some of the residents would claim that the two of you would make an adorable couple. for instance, the middle aged ladies who tend to stop by at your little tea house for their daily gossiping would loudly coo at the sight of the two of you whenever seonghwa would usually send you his playful wink, to which you responded with a flying kiss to balance out the flirty energy. but of course, you would always deny it.

it wasn't because you didn't like him. it would be a lie to say that you do not have a small crush on park seonghwa, the town’s heartthrob. how could anyone not? you wouldn't say he's perfect, considering that everyone has their own flaws. even seonghwa himself had confessed his concerns about himself but.. but that's what makes him, well, him. 

you had unexpectedly developed such feelings. could it be because of how he waited for you to close down the tea house and walk you home despite being tired from a day of dealing with misbehaving children? could it be from the way he would usually stop by in the morning to get a freshly brewed cup of peppermint tea before heading towards the school? or was it because of how seonghwa would always send you flirty pick up lines and winks while you were busy tending to the customers of the tea house just to make you clumsily stutter over your words once he caught you off guard by doing so?

you don't know. 

but what you do know is that you like him. you like him so much that the smell of strawberries reminded you of him. 

yet, like any other person with a crush in mind, you would try your best to shrug those feelings away. who knows? maybe seonghwa was just the flirty type considering how the ladies in town seemed to love this heartthrob, no matter what age. or perhaps that you were just scared that if you confessed or even hinted that you like him in the most possible way, seonghwa would shut you out that the two of you would go back to being strangers.

“chamomile?” seonghwa’s voice called out, making you snap back into reality. you hadn't noticed that the said man was already pulled back to look at you, eyes full of concern from the sudden quietness coming from you.

“h-huh?” you asked, a slight stutter in your voice.

“i asked whether you are ready to head back home, it's getting dark.” he said, switching his gaze to the window where the sun was slowly being swallowed by the night sky. you couldn't help but to admire how the last golden rays from the sun had kissed seonghwa’s smooth skin, the warm light only making him seem more ethereal than usual. no wonder all the ladies were gushing over the male.

with a shake of your head to stop your wandering thoughts, you cleared your throat to hide your flustered side. “oh yeah, definitely! let me just make sure things are good.” you said. and with that, you made sure that everything in the store was in check and in good condition before heading outside to meet up with seonghwa. 

pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on, he smiled down at you once you were done locking up the door. by the time you two started to walk back home, the sky’s canvas was already painted a deep shade of some type of dark blue with a few specks of crimson here and there, your eyes filled with the swirls of wonder and awe upon seeing the colours mixing in together in such a uniquely beautiful way.

seonghwa, who was a couple of steps behind, watched as you admired the dark sky. he couldn't help but to feel the increased palpitations of his heartbeat from the serene look painted over your visage. for some reason, it happened every time whenever the two of you stopped briefly in your walk home to watch the final appearances of the daylight before being succumbed into a starry night. just like you, seonghwa was scared to admit his feelings.

it seemed as if you weren’t the only one pining over someone. how could he not when you looked so adorable all concentrated trying out new flavours of tea, laughing to himself at the sight of your nose scrunching upon not liking a certain taste to it? how could he not when you looked especially endearing while dancing slightly in place to the beat of a song from your favourite playlist? how could he not when you looked so.. at peace as soon as the last bit of daylights were slowly fading off into the night sky? 

truly, the male had already grown smitten over you yet whenever he has tried to ask you out or admit his feelings, he somehow would always feel as if a little person would tug at his vocal chords so he wouldn’t be able to speak. instead, seonghwa would stand there fumbling with his words in front of you, watching as you tilt your head in question, finding it as a habit of yours whenever your curiosity was painted over the features of your face.

“seonghwa?” your voice intruded his thoughts, his eyes snapping back to instantly focus on your face. 

“yes, chamomile?” he answered, swiftly walking up to your side.

“i was wondering..” you continued, motioning for the two of you to continue walking with a nod of your head, to which seonghwa accepted. 

“..since tomorrow is my late grandmother’s birthday, would you..” you trailed off once again making seonghwa gently rest his hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, as if to tell you to take your time in choosing your words, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you from the little stories you had shared with him.

“would you like to come with me? to celebrate it?” you asked, eyes looking everywhere except for a certain kindergarten teacher right next to you.

seonghwa could only stare at you in a dumbfounded manner before emitting a low chuckle, your endearing way of asking was enough to tug at his heartstrings. with a hum, the male swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket to check at his schedule, making sure in case he didn’t have any plans or teaching during the said day, the corners of his pinkish lips tilting up into a little beam before nodding his head.

“i would love to, i’ll come by your place to pick you up at.. 9?” he offered, you looking up at him with wide eyes, a clear indication that you weren’t expecting him to really agree to go with you.

“oh, yeah, sure! definitely, 9 in the morning, yup.” you rambled on, and wondered as to why seonghwa wouldn’t cover your lips with his hand from how much your mouth is running. instead, said male just stood there with an amused beam at how you were acting. 

with the mutual agreement being shared and a few other short jokes being told followed by your laughter mingling with each other as the both of you walked, you had finally reached your place, much to your silent disappointment. unlocking your door, you turned around to face seonghwa to mumble a low ‘thank you’ for walking you home for the day. it was when you were about to head inside that seonghwa had suddenly called out your name, causing you to spin around to face him once again.

“i..” seonghwa started, lips opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe. your eyes stared at him in anticipation, heart thumping into your ears to mask the silence surrounding the both of you underneath the now starry night sky.

‘damn it, just say it!’ the voice inside seonghwa’s head yelled out yet he was frozen, hands feeling clammy and the butterflies fluttering nonstop in his stomach at the way your irises curiously gazed over at him with a particular… glint in them? he can’t quite figure it out. 

“i.. goodnight, chamomile.” he managed to say, much to his disappointment. 

your face fell momentarily yet you quickly sent him your usual bright smile in return to his bid with a nod of your head, “mm, goodnight, strawberry.” and with that, you entered your house and shut the door behind you.

on the other side of the door, seonghwa stood there. his hand reached up to rest above his chest, just where his heart was located, as an attempt to calm the rapid beating. his face was burning and his mind was cursing at himself from how cowardly he was being. With a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, seonghwa took a few more seconds to look at your house before turning away to walk off back to his place.

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“good morning to you, chamomile.” a certain man greeted. 

true to his word, seonghwa was already outside your house at 9 in the morning once you heard a knock on your door while you were preparing the stuff you needed to take with you for the special day today. you couldn’t help but to admire his choice of clothing for the day as well. he’s wearing a loose fitting cardigan over a dark thin shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans. it was a simple look yet you are convinced that whatever seonghwa chose to wear, he looked like he was on his way to a fashion show. heck, you could even make him wear a potato sack and he would still look great. 

“here to say i’m handsome again, y/n?” he joked with a raised brow, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts and warmth going to your cheeks, sticking a tongue out at him.

“from all the time of seeing you almost every day? i’m starting to get used to your appearance, seonghwa.” you retorted, rolling your eyes at how the tall male in front of you feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest dramatically, the two of you laughing afterwards.

while laughing, seonghwa took the brief opportunity to look at you. the light yellow shirt you wore matching your cheerful attitude, matched with washed denims. he had also noticed  what seemed to be a small picnic basket hanging off of your arm. the man felt his smile growing at the pretty little white trimmings adorning the basket. 

“i was thinking that once we are done visiting the cemetery, we could go near the playground for lunch?” your voice suddenly reached his ears, making him perk up instantly with a nod of agreement. 

“that would be lovely. oh and i brought flowers as well.” seonghwa said, showing the two beautifully wrapped bouquets in both hands.

of course, anyone would have noticed them by now. but you couldn’t help but to admire the tall man in front of you that the bouquets seemed to grow unnoticed. though, your eyebrows creased ever so slightly in confusion. “i’m sure one bouquet would be enough, no? grandma loves all types of bouquets anyway.” you questioned, which earned a low chortle coming from seonghwa. 

“actually, the other one is for you.” he sheepishly replied, handing out one of the bouquets to you. your eyes widened ever so slightly at the sudden act, reaching out to take the bouquet into your hands. Looking down, you emitted an almost inaudible gasp. 

the bouquet was filled with fresh chamomiles and a couple of sunflowers were in between. It was a small gesture but it made you feel all warm and giddy inside. ever since you were little, you had never received a bouquet from anyone outside of your family. so to receive one from seonghwa was enough to make you think that it was a sign that today will be a good day.

“i was at the florist earlier and noticed they had chamomiles. you mentioned that you had a liking towards them so i got you this bouquet and for the sunflowers well..” seonghwa trailed off, a hand reaching up to rub at his nape. 

“they reminded me of you, considering how you are always bright.” he continued, a nervous chortle leaving his lips. why is it suddenly hot? could the sun be this warm already? seonghwa merely cleared his throat and looked away as if to make himself busy to shove the flustered side of him away.

“i like them a lot. thank you, hwa.” you grinned in a sheepish manner as your foot kicked against a small pebble.

“are you ready to go?” seonghwa smiled, offering his arm for you to take, which you accepted by linking yours with his. 

and with that, the two of you set off on your way to the cemetery.

“hi, grandma. happy birthday.” you whispered, into the air once you arrived at the designated tombstone, hoping that the wind would carry your words to the skies or wherever to reach your grandmother. 

seonghwa, on the other hand, let you do your own thing quietly. his pools of dark brown swirls watched as you carefully caressed the name engraved on the tombstone, offering a hand when he noticed you cleaning the grave from the dried leaves and threw away the dried flowers that were previously placed, and being replaced with the new ones he had gotten. he quietly stood behind you as you sat in front of your grandmother’s tombstone, talking to her as if she was really there with you.

“today, i brought someone with me. his name is seonghwa, park seonghwa!” you said, his name that you called out instantly making him bow out of politeness.

“it is nice to meet you, i heard so much about you from your granddaughter, ma’am. quite a chatterbox she is.” seonghwa teased, earning a playful glare from you.

“he’s the new kindergarten teacher of the town, everyone loves him.” you chimed in afterwards.

once again, seonghwa stood next to you the whole time there. his expression growing softer by the minute as he watched you talking so.. cheerfully to your grandmother’s grave. momentarily, his eyes looked up at the sky and shut his eyes. a low humming from a sudden gust of wind was suddenly heard as a feeling of tranquility wrapped his whole entire frame. the rustling of leaves echoed around the two of you, followed by you telling your memorable moments from the days of not visiting the place. 

needless to say, the two of you spent your time at the cemetery just reminiscing past memories and recently made ones, laughing at a joke or two being made, until it was time to go.

“i will visit you again soon, grandma. i love you.” you bid goodbye, not before staring at the engraved name before running up to seonghwa’s side.

despite the usual bright grin over your lips, seonghwa silently noticed how your eyes had a slight glossy look to them as a flash of sadness appeared on your visage yet he didn’t comment on it. instead, he mustered up the courage in him to sling his arm around your shoulders, giving it a gentle rub while the two of you walked. of course, you were a little surprised yet you couldn’t help but to lean against him, finding comfort in his gesture. 

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“one, two!” the two of you said in unison, placing the plaid picnic blanket on the spot you both had chosen right underneath a large tree just a few feet away from the playground.

“i made us sandwiches, and made some rice balls as well. i didn’t really know what you would like.” you sheepishly admitted and placed the food right in the middle of the picnic blanket, taking out a couple of cups along with a bottle filled with what seemed to be iced peach tea. seonghwa looked down at the food, and pursed his lips to let out a sound of amazement.

“they look great. thank you for the meal!” 

and with that, the both of you started to eat while enjoying the view of children playing with their friends in the playground, parents standing at the sidelines to make sure the children won’t hurt themselves in the process, while some townsfolk are just out on a walk. 

“hey, y/n. there’s something that i wanted to ask.” seonghwa asked. 

you, not expecting for him to sound serious made you cease the subconscious twiddling of your fingers. you straightened in your seat and tilted your head, indicating for him to continue. in front of you, seonghwa visibly gulped, swallowing the huge lump in his throat that was about to form. it was now or never.

“do you.. do you have anyone in mind?” he asked, eyes focused on his hands folded in front of him.

the sudden question caught you off guard as questions filled your mind rather than answers to his question. why was he suddenly asking you this? is he just genuinely curious? or perhaps… perhaps he has someone in mind? shaking the thoughts away, you wouldn’t know what it is about if you kept overthinking things. you cleared your throat and shifted in place, now hugging your knees as your back was resting against the tree behind you.

“i used to not have someone in my mind.” hearing the words from you made seonghwa sighed internally. “but-” he suddenly perked.

“but lately, someone’s in it. been there for a little while now.” you continued.

at this point, the both of you could feel your heartbeat just racing in your chests. you wondered if it was the appropriate time to tell him. wondering if it would really be the right choice. while seonghwa, he wondered if he’s finally going to say it. wondering what your reaction would be. 

“should.. should we say who we like together?” you suggested. seonghwa could only nod his head, shutting his eyes momentarily to gather all of the courage he needed.

“on the count of three.” he whispered.

“one.” you started, turning to the side to face him properly, heart beating in your chest that you swear seonghwa could hear it too.

“two.” he continued, now looking at you, feeling the familiar fluttering feeling in his stomach.

“three!” now.

“i like you!”

“i like you!”

silence.

silence enveloped the two of you as the both of you stared at each other in shock, both of your eyes widened. your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as you tried to say something, yet not even a whisper could be heard from you. while seonghwa… the poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“you like me?” the both of you asked at the same time.

“i mean-” you guys started again.

“it’s just-” and again.

both of you were about to do it again until seonghwa quickly covered your lips with his hand, your words muffled by the man’s palm.

“yes, i like you too. have been for a while now.” he said, slowly removing his hand away from your lips to let you speak.

he watched at how you dumbfoundedly stared at him before reaching up to gently pinch your own arm as if to see whether this was a dream or not, grimacing at the sight as you emitted a quiet hiss from the sting against your skin. this was definitely not a dream. without another word, your arms were suddenly thrown around his neck to pull him into a tight hug, seonghwa grunting at the sudden weight and caught you in his arms, making sure that he could balance the both of you so he wouldn’t end up falling down from the sudden hug, his own arms wrapped around your frame as he buried his face against your soft hair. though none of you were talking, it was enough to let seonghwa know how you felt. and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you were right. 

today is a good day indeed.

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the sudden chime of bells ringing reached your ears, making you look up from the tea pot you were using to brew a fresh batch of chamomile tea, an indication a customer has walked into your tea house. walking over to the door, you were about to greet the customer until your eyes met a pair of dark brown ones. the same dark brown eyes that curiously gazed around your little tea house. the same white shirt and washed denim jeans that made him look so effortlessly stunning. the same honey-ish strands that make you want to run your fingers through them at how soft it looked. 

park seonghwa smiled over at you, despite the slight tiredness in his eyes from almost a day spending his time at the kindergarten. you made quick strides towards the male and enveloped him into a tight hug, to which he returned almost instantly. with a soft kiss being placed against the top of your head, he pulled away slightly just enough to have a good look of your face. only then, a low chortle rumbled against his chest as his hand picked at something in your hair.

“i’m starting to think that you like it whenever i pick the dried tea leaves off your hair, chamomile.” he teased, showing you the dried tea leaves between his fingers.

“and i’m starting to think that you forgot your girlfriend is a tea maker of this tea house. obviously i would have some dried tea leaves on me occasionally.” you retorted with a laugh.

it has been almost a year since the two of you ended up together. the first couple of dates were a tad bit awkward, clearly shy once you had entered the next level in your relationship. yet, you would always silently thank seonghwa for being able to melt away the awkward ice between the two of you. 

of course, like any relationship, the two of you had your ups and downs. the fights you had could range from playful bickers to serious ones but not to the extent of it getting too serious. at the end of the day, the both of you knew that relationships require a lot of teamwork in many ways possible and sometimes, disagreements could even happen. so instead of about to yell at each other’s faces, one of you would leave the room to cool down for a bit before words that are thrown without even meaning to, be released. once either of you have calmed down, it was either you or seonghwa that would approach the other to apologise, finally making up and discussing your disagreements so the other would understand.

“is that chamomile tea i smell?” seonghwa asked, to which, you nodded with a little smile on your lips.

“mm, and i also made some strawberry tarts for us. don’t think that i ever forgot your favourite dessert.” you giggled as soon as seonghwa pressed fleeting kisses all over your face, knowing how much the man loves the said dessert. 

“you’re spoiling me, my chamomile.” he whispered, lips brushing against your own.

“as you should be with how hard you work.” you chuckled and planted one last kiss on his lips before pulling him further in your tea house.

“now, come on. let’s talk about our days, hm?” 

you never would have thought the stranger who had walked into your tea house during his morning walk turned into your significant other. but you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

as long as you are with park seonghwa by your side, you are content with what you have.

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[haileyyanneupton]

❄ small - one chicago au ❄

Hailey Upton and Adam Ruzek have been friends for as long as they can remember. When Hailey changes schools to be with Adam in her junior year, she’s introduced to a new group of people who feel strangely like home.

pairings: jay halstead x hailey upton adam ruzek x kim burgess kevin atwater x vanessa rojas kelly severide x stella kidd

warnings (chapter specific): implication of domestic abuse, alcoholism, swearing

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As Hailey came out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen, she spied her mother standing by the stovetop as the teenager rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with a yawn. Her mother smiled over at her as she flipped a piece of bacon, kissing her daughter’s forehead as she tiredly made her way over.

“Well good morning my Hailey Bailey,” Anne smiled as Hailey buried her head into the crook of neck. “You sleep alright?”

Hailey nodded lightly, her voice raspy as she opened her mouth to speak. “Yeah. I was awoken to the smell of food though, so I’m glad to see that there was in fact something cooking down here and I’m not having a stroke.”

“I’m makin’ some bacon — if you wanna put some bread in the toaster too, that’d be a help.”

“You’re liking your rhymes today, aren’t you?” Hailey chuckled lightly as she yawned once again, pulling the loaf of bread from the pantry as she shoved a few pieces into the toaster without much care.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caused both Hailey and her mother to look up as her father came downstairs. He too wore a smile as he came over to Hailey and his wife, kissing them both on the top of their heads just like Anne had done only moments earlier.

“Morning sweetie,” Hailey’s father squeezed Hailey’s shoulder in passing as he reached around her to turn on the coffee pot.

“Morning dad.”

“I was planning on going into the shop today,” he started, turning to Hailey as he pulled a mug from the top shelf. “Do you wanna come with me, Hailey?”

Hailey hummed in thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Can I think about it?”

“'Course you can.”

It was moments like these that Hailey held onto, storing them at the forefront of her mind for when she needed them. As easy as it was to convince herself that things at home were all bad, all the time — that just wasn’t true. Sometimes there were good moments where she and her parents spent hours laughing with smiles so big that her cheeks hurt. Hailey held onto the memories of sitting behind the counter at her father’s store while she and her brothers would joke around, beaming when their father would bring them soft serve ice-cream that would leave her hands sticky and her nose dotted with white. Her father had been a violent drunk long before Hailey had first made her appearance in the world and would probably be a violent drunk for a long time coming — that didn’t mean that the good moments couldn't quite easily cloud the bad moments for both Hailey and her mother.

As they all sat down at the table, three plates set out in their usual places in front of them, Hailey speared some of the food onto the end of her fork before placing it in her mouth. A cup of orange juice sat beside her plate as she bought it to her lips and took a sip, scrunching her nose up at her mother who was staring at her daughter with admiration.

“Nate called,” Anne began, directing her words at Hailey who perked up at the sound of her brother’s name. “He wanted to know if I thought you were liking your new school. I told him given the fact that a boy who wasn’t Adam dropped you off at home last night, I’d say you were settling in pretty nicely.”

“A boy, hey?” Hailey’s father smirked over at the teenager who rolled her eyes. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, he’s not my boyfriend,” Hailey drawled. “He’s one of Adam’s friends and by extension, my friend. He happens to be in my literature class and the teacher paired us together for our poetry assignment. But yes, I’m liking it a whole lot better at this school — I have friends there for the first time in so long.”

Hailey’s mother smiled at her as her father stood up, mumbling something about fetching something from the kitchen as she and her mother continued eating their breakfast. It wasn’t often that they would eat together at the table — which was why Hailey was so shocked when she woke up to the smell of food. It seemed that things were going to go well today by the way the day had started off, but when her father returned with a bottle of rum — the blonde-haired teenager had to physically bite down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming at him.

“Unbelievable,” Hailey muttered under her breath venomously, slamming her knife and fork down onto her plate as she watched her father pour his rum into his coffee. “I’m going to Adam’s.”

Anne frowned deeply, standing up at the same time that Hailey did before reaching out for her daughter’s arm in an attempt to stop her from leaving.

“Hailey, please —”

“Don’t, mom. I’ll see you later — or not. Whatever.”

Anne audibly sighed as she sat back down in her seat, watching as Hailey walked right out the front door and across the street, disappearing out of sight.

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At the Ruzek's house, Hailey found herself in the kitchen as she raided the fridge for something to eat. After leaving three quarters of her breakfast on her plate back at her own house, her stomach was rumbling loudly while she searched high and low for something that would rid her of her hunger. She groaned loudly when there was nothing that she could throw into the microwave to eat, her forehead meeting the refrigerator door over and over again with a distinct clunk.

“Hailey,” Bob chuckled from behind her as he came into the kitchen, his collar unbuttoned and rings around his eyes — he had just come home from yet another night shift. “What’re you up to?”

“Shit — sorry.” Hailey smiled sheepishly over at the man. “Did I wake you?”

Bob shook his head lightly. “No, no, you didn’t wake me. I have some things to do before I go and crash. Now — what’re you looking for?”

“Food. Anything that resembles food. I had a decent breakfast going for me until someone decided to cover it with the stench of rum mixed in with coffee.”

Bob sighed, offering up a knowing look. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. I just — ugh.”

Bob came up beside Hailey as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her in a comforting manner as he sighed sadly.

“Tell you what — if you wanna take my car and grab something to eat, you’re welcome to.”

Hailey shrugged, seeming slightly opposed as she rested her head upon the fridge once again. “It’s okay — I’ll wait until Adam wakes up so we can both go and get something.”

“Alrighty. Just know that the offer stands regardless of if you can drag his ass out of bed before midday.”

Hailey let out a halfhearted laugh. “Thank you, Bob.”

And with that, Hailey headed up the stairs and towards her best friend's room, pushing his door open and heading right over to the bed. She pulled the covers back slightly before sliding underneath them, her head on the pillow beside Adam’s as she poked him repeatedly.

“Adam. Wake up,” Hailey started, her finger colliding with his forehead. “Adam. Adam. Adam. Adam!”

A groan came from the boy as he opened up his eyes, glaring at the blonde as she continued poking him, completely unbothered by the sour look she was receiving.

“You’re the world’s most annoying person, you know that?”

Hailey only chuckled as she refused to move from her position, letting out a frustrated huff which clued Adam into the fact that something had happened. He couldn’t quite work out exactly what — she wasn’t upset, just seemingly pissed off — leaving Adam to lay there watching as she shoved her head beneath a pillow to muffle the scream she proceeded to let out.

“Your morning’s going that good is it?”

Hailey grabbed the pillow which was across her face and bought it down to her chest as she huffed once more. “Just one time, I wish we could be a normal family, you know? One time. The closest we ever get to being a normal family is Saturday mornings before he starts drinking, and yet within five fucking minutes of waking up and coming downstairs he’s pouring rum into his coffee right in front of us. In about forty-five minutes he’ll be throwing around insults, and an hour after that he’ll be throwing around a lot more than that. I don’t want to have to be there for that Adam. I can’t. I had such a good week this week, and now the weekend is here and he’s starting earlier and earlier with every week that goes by.”

Adam looked over at Hailey only to catch her forcing back the tears gathering in her eyes, the boy pulling his best friend close to him as she laid on his arm defeatedly. His heart ached for the girl who he thought of as a sister — she didn’t deserve this. Nobody did.

“I’m glad I have you, Adam. I really don’t know what I would do if I didn’t.” Hailey found herself speaking only the truth as her stomach rumbled yet again. “Ugh — I’m so hungry.”

Adam closed his eyes once again, realising where the girl was going with her words as he groaned. “Haileyyyy."

“Adammmm,” she mocked in a similar tone. “Wake upppppp.”

“Why don’t you just take my car?”

“That’s no fun! It’s better when you’re driving because then I get full control over the music!”

“But I wanna sleep,” Adam whined loudly, causing Hailey to laugh from beside him. “It’s like — seven in the morning, dude!”

“Actually — it’s eleven thirty which is why I’m here waking you up in the first place. If it were seven in the morning I would have gone to the guest bedroom and gone to sleep because I do not want to be awake at seven on a Saturday unless it’s because I’m going to fucking Disneyland.”

Hailey sighed when she didn’t receive a response from her best friend, the boy either having fallen asleep again with Hailey laying on his arm or deciding to simply ignore her completely, leaving her to pull her phone from her pocket and scroll through her social media timeline. It was only when she saw a photo that Jay had posted that the man popped back into her head; she realised she needed to get his number so she could thank him for the day before.

“Adam,” Hailey poked the boy once again, earning a single open eye from him. “What’s Jay’s number?”

“Yeah, right — because I can totally remember his number off the top of my head.” Even though his words were muffled through the pillow, Hailey still heard the sarcasm in Adam’s tone. “It’s in my phone somewhere. Why?”

“I just want to tell him thank you for driving me home.”

Hailey didn’t wait for a response as she reached across Adam to get to his phone, unlocking it with ease as she quickly found Jay’s contact and sent it to herself. Before she knew it, she was typing out a message to the freckled boy from her own phone, her fingers seemingly knowing what to say better than her brain did.

Just that small interaction with her new friend had brightened her mood back to what it had been before she had to witness the beginning of her father’s downward spiral. Soon enough she was laying beside her best friend and poking him all over again, although this time, Adam finally woke up and sat upright, much to the girl’s delight. Both Hailey and Adam were still dressed in their makeshift pyjamas as they drove to a McDonalds a few miles away, picking up a few breakfast items from the drive through before parking in the parking lot to eat them.

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Waking up the next morning in the guest bedroom at the Ruzek’s house, Hailey found herself blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light. Although she called it the guest bedroom, the reality was that over the years it had fully turned into her own bedroom for when she stayed the night (or the week). She had clothes hanging in the closet, shoes under the bed — hell, there was even a sign on the door that Adam’s mother had bought for her years ago saying ‘Hailey’s room - stay out!’ Hailey hadn’t ever bothered to take it off, mainly because it seemed like a lot of effort for something she didn’t particularly care much about, but it was little things like that which made all the difference. There were never any questions asked when Hailey would turn up unexpectedly, nobody ever made a big deal when they heard her come inside and creep up to the ‘guest' bedroom at 3 in the morning. When they woke up in the morning only to find Hailey pacing around in the kitchen — or in Bob’s case, to find her hitting her head against the fridge in frustration — they did nothing but give her a kiss on the head and ask what she wanted for breakfast. Hailey was just as much Pamela and Bob’s daughter as Adam was their son — they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hailey threw the covers off of herself before stretching her arms up, her joints clicking into place before she reached over for her phone. It was almost nine in the morning, meaning she had about an hour before she had to leave to meet Jay at the park. After taking a quick shower, brushing her teeth and getting dressed, Hailey grabbed a bagel from the pantry before texting Adam to let him know where she was as she headed out the front door. She didn’t have to wait for long before Jay showed up in his truck, the boy moving over to the passenger’s side as Hailey jumped into the driver’s seat with a smile, swallowing the last of her bagel.

“Good morning,” Hailey greeted politely as she placed her hands on the steering wheel, rubbing it slightly — it had been a while since she had driven. “How’s your weekend been?”

“Eh,” Jay shrugged. “My dad’s been on my nerves — but when is he not? Oh well — It’s better now that we’re getting pancakes and coffee.”

Hailey grinned toothily. “Pancakes and coffee make everything better.”

“They really do.”

Driving Jay’s truck was surprisingly easy for Hailey, who for the record, wasn’t the tallest person around. Even he had thought she looked adorable hopping out of the vehicle when they arrived at the diner, the pair of them walking side by side as they found a table and pulled up a menu. While Hailey named off the things she had tried and gave her very detailed opinion on each and every one, Jay caught himself staring at the girl in complete admiration. There was something about her that lured him in and put him into a trance — he hadn’t ever been like this with anybody else in his entire life, and somehow it intrigued him yet also terrified him all at the same time. She was like some kind of goddess, roaming the streets and commanding the room with her nonchalance that she was completely oblivious to.

Jay and Hailey each ordered a plate of pancakes and a coffee each, the wait time not being long at all as their orders were delivered right in front of them. He watched — studied almost — every move that Hailey made, from how she picked up her knives and forks to how much creamer and sugar she put into her cup.

“You’re left handed,” Jay observed, his voice quiet as though he was making a note of it for himself. “Either that, or you never learned how to use a knife and fork properly.”

Hailey chuckled lightly, looking down at the utensils she was gripping. “Yes, I’m left handed. Are you already trying to eye off my pancakes, Halstead? I expect this from Adam who runs under the idea that when it comes to food, what’s mine is his — I thought you were more of a gentleman.”

“I am a gentleman, thank you very much! More of a gentlemen than Adam is at least. I wasn’t eyeing off your pancakes — I’m. . . learning.”

Hailey gave the boy a look to show she was not convinced in the slightest, provoking Jay to give a similar look of disbelief as he leaned back in his chair and threw his hands up incredulously.

“I am!”

“Uh huh. What learning would you be doing by looking at my pancakes slash hands, you weirdo?”

“We do have an assignment that involves us learning about each other, you know,” Jay defended, chuckling between his words. “I feel like the balance is uneven at the moment. You know heaps about me, yet I know barely anything about you.”

“Hate to break it to you, Halstead — that just means I’m doing my job.”

Jay huffed playfully with a roll of his eyes. “Hailey!”

“Okay, okay!” The blonde haired girl laughed heartily before settling down at last. “What do you want to know?”

“Who is Hailey Upton? Like — who is she really? What does she like to do? Does she have siblings? What secrets does she hold? Tell me random facts about yourself."

The two teenagers stared at each other for a heartbeat or two before Hailey cleared her throat, preparing to speak.

“My middle name is Anne. My birthday is May 23rd. Uhh — I have two brothers — both older — one’s in college in LA and one works as a mechanic up in Madison. I guess I like to read. I’m about as interesting as a blank piece of paper, Jay — I don’t really have much more to offer to you.”

Jay chuckled lightly at her choice of analogy. “Well I think you’re very interesting. Far more interesting than you let on.”

Hailey only smiled in response as she pushed a piece of hair out of her face gently, tucking it behind her ear as she took a bite of her pancakes, smiling to herself in content. She was completely unaware to the gaze of the boy sitting across from her, his eyes trained upon her in complete admiration at how one person could look so — perfect — doing the most regular things. Between sips of coffee and more bites of the syrup covered goodness sitting on his plate, he sat, he watched and he listened. Her voice was like a siren — soft and sweet — Jay could listen to it all day. And he did. But it was all in the name of completing their assignment . . . right?

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a/n: are these too long??? i have issues working out when chapters are too long/short lmao tell me if they are dragging on a bit too much please!

#one chicago #chicago pd #chicago fire #hailey upton #jay halstead #vanessa rojas #adam ruzek #kelly severide #kevin atwater #stella kidd #kim burgess #au #cpd #upstead #burzek #stellaride #rowater

[whathappenedtomyweekend]

It’s Just A Spark Ch. 7 - Maybe Definitely

Hiccup sighed and threw a glance at the clock, mindlessly clicking around in his opened document. 22:35.

He'd been trying to finish up his report for more than half an hour, which was significantly exheeding his usual set time of fifteen minutes.

"You're still here?" a voice behind him intoned and Hiccup turned around to see Snotlout enter the room and place his helmet on the desk next to his.

"Yeah," Hiccup mumbled, feeling the effect of his extra strong tea earlier wear off slowly but surely. "I wanted to finish today's report. Which I did. And then I thought, I still haven't written the report for yesterday."

"Woah, what's up with Mr Too-fast-for-deadlines?" his cousin asked, looking sincerely surprised. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he repeated, dragging a hand through his hair. "Just … busy."

"Ooh, right, your girlfriend."

Hiccup's head shot up, glaring. Snotlout shrugged.

"Gobber told me. Well, technically, your dad told me. But Gobber told him so basically it was him who told me."

"Doesn't anything regarding my personal life stay personal? And she's … she's not my girlfriend."

"You showed up to her workplace with lasagna you made specifically for her because it's her favourite food, Hiccup. That is such a boyfriend-thing to do. Though I guess it's very you. Most people wouldn't bother."

"How did you even-"

"Hey, don't blame me for being your cousin! Things get around, okay? My dad was out getting coffee, saw you, told your dad who told him that-"

"Alright, alright," Hiccup interrupted him, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I get it. Note to self, never tell Dad anything concerning Astrid again if I want it to stay between us."

Snotlout laughed and good-naturedly nudged his cousin's arm.

"Come on, Hic, I don't mean any harm. Neither does he, you know that. He's just excited for you."

Hiccup sighed. "I know."

"I'm too, by the way," Snotlout mumbled. "It's kind of really cool seeing you this happy."

The auburn-hair man stopped and finally smiled at his cousin. "Thanks, Snotlout."

Snotlout sniffed, trying to shake off his earlier sentiment. "Yeah, whatever. Just go to sleep before I knock you out myself."

Hiccup grinned and got up. "You sound just like Gobber."

"Shut up."

He laughed.

The doorbell was ringing, making Astrid jump. She rarely had any visitors at a time like this. Maybe it was just Ruff who had forgot her keys again, needing a place to crash.

She opened the door.

It wasn't Rachel.

Hiccup.

Hiccup, his forest-green eyes dark and his hair messy as if he'd run his hands through it countless of times.

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped and took a step closer.

"Hiccup, what-"

She was silenced by his lips suddenly crashing down on hers. Astrid stumbled back, shock fading as his hands cupped her face, hers suddenly tangled in his hair, pulling him down to her.

They stumbled into her flat, her back hitting the wall of her hallway with a low 'Thud'.

All she felt was his calloused fingers on her skin, leaving invisible imprints, his lips - oh, God - almost desperately pressing to hers.

"What took you so long," she gasped into the kiss and fisted her hands into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer still.

His breath was hot against her skin. He smelled of toothpaste, making her smile against his lips. Hiccup pulled away, frowning shortly.

"I don't," he kissed her again, gently this time. "Know."

Her hands wrapped around his neck as he continued working his lips against hers, chasing sparks down her skin. He was pressing her against the wall, not an inch left between their bodies as she lightly pushed her tongue into his mouth. Hiccup groaned and let his hands wander to her waist. Ever so slowly he brushed her tongue against hers, making her knees weak.

"Hiccup," she gasped against his lips, tightening her grip around his shoulders -

Astrid opened her eyes, her racing heart the only sound in her dark bedroom.

Heat crawled up to her face as she realised what had happened.

"Oh, God," she groaned, hiding her burning face in her hands. "Oh my god …"

It had been a dream. Of course it had been a dream. Hiccup wouldn't just barge in like that and start kissing her, he'd … he'd … oh, what did it matter what he'd do, when she was the one dreaming about it! Not only dream but also enjoy the idea of it …

"God, what is wrong with me?" she mumbled into the emptiness of her room, almost swearing she could have tasted the toothpaste from his mouth.

Alright. So it had been a couple of days since she'd last saw him, so what? So what that she couldn't walk past that café anymore without thinking about Hiccup drenched in sunlight? So what that he'd held her hand on the table and hadn't let go even as his friend had asked for their orders? So what that she hard trouble keeping him out of her mind and found herself craving his company? That didn't say anything.

Astrid sat in darkness and realised that there was no turning back now.

"…shit."

He'd been tired all day and now he was in bed and couldn't sleep. Typical.

Hiccup groaned and turned around to face the wall, careful as to not disturb Toothless who had curled up around his legs - well, leg and a half.

It had been days, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about their visit to the café.

Astrid had introduced herself to Fishlegs as his date - which was true, they were dating.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Snot's words were still ringing in his ears.

'That's a very boyfriend-thing to do.'

They were only dating.

He wanted to be more to her, still. He wanted to keep doing these things simply because it made her smile. He wanted to make her happy.

Hiccup closed his eyes, trying not to think about how he'd give up eating anything else than ice cream for his lunch breaks if it meant he got to see her laugh at him with cream on his chin.

Hiccup awoke by the sound of his phone ringing.

Groggily he reached for it and slurred, "'llo?"

"Hiccup?"

He immediately sobered up and sat up. "Astrid, hi, Astrid, hey … Astrid."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just, uh … just woke up."

He started fumbling for the bottle of water somewhere next to his bed.

Astrid gasped on the other line. "Go back to sleep! I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. Really. I should've gotten up anyway." He smiled.

"Oh, okay. Listen, I was just wondering if - you have time somewhen this week, maybe on Friday?"

It had been three days since he'd last seen her.

He didn't really miss her per se. It's just that he'd sometime like to have company, hers to be specific. He simply didn't like her absence at times. His heart jumped as he realised that this was quite literally the definition of missing someone.

He didn't even pretened to think about it and quickly said, "Yes! Friday. Friday's … yeah."

She chuckled and after a small pause softly said, "I've missed you."

His heart skipped a beat.

"You too," he rasped out. "It's weird to think it's only been a couple of days, huh."

She laughed lightly. "Yeah. I think I set a new record for not setting my stove on fire."

He hummed. "We should celebrate that on Friday."

He imagined her lean in and smirk. "Define 'celebrate'."

"You want the oxford-version or mine?"

Astrid laughed. "Come on."

"Alright, so, I was thinking you, me, non-frozen food …"

"You had me at 'celebrate'. We could cook together."

He grinned and peeled himself out of his covers. "Not sure if I'm willing to take that risk."

"Says the fireman with asthma," she retorted dryly and Hiccup laughed.

"On the other hand, I've missed Toothless too," she grinned audibly. "So I'm coming over."

Hiccup chuckled and quickly strapped his prosthesis back on.

"Okay, so same as last time? Or earlier, if you want."

He could hear her grin. "Someone seems to be keen on spending time with me."

The answer came easy to him in full sincerity as he softly replied, "I am."

She paused. Maybe she'd be blushing. God, she was endearing.

"I'll be earlier then."

Hiccup grinned and strode through his room towards the drawer. "Okay. Any ideas on what we'll make?"

She hummed thoughtfully. "How about something you like?"

'I like you,' he thought but kept his mouth shut, pulling out a fresh pair of socks and screwed his eyes shut at the thought.

"How about sushi?" he managed instead. "It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it and practically impossible to burn."

"Oh, yes! Sushi's great, let's do that. And, um, if you want we could get the ingredients together? You know, so there's no room for any misunderstandings."

Hiccup felt his face heat up. Going Grocery-shopping together. Another thing people who were "just" dating didn't usually do.

"Y-yeah," he croaked. "Let's. I'll, uh. See you on Friday, then."

"Great, see you!" Astrid grinned audibly. "Just don't get into any danger until then."

He chuckled. "I'll be careful. Bye."

She bid her goodbye and hung up, leaving a still slightly flustered Hiccup standing in silence, mismatching socks in his other hand.

He stared down at the screen where her contact was still opened.

He'd taken the picture of her during their second date. She was grinning freely at the camera, her eyes sparkling in the low light of his living room, her freckles looking like faint paint splatters on her fair skin.

His useless heard sped up at the memory.

Slowly he set the phone down, let the socks fall and slumped back onto his bed, fisting his hands in his hair.

She was magnetizing.

And he was utterly, hopelessly captivated by her.

#IJAS #it's just a spark #hiccstrid #fanfic #toothless #modern au #writing #mine #httyd #httyd 2 #romance

[sgtbradfords]

I have another one

“I can’t do this anymore!” 🥺😭

Also set after being burried alive

Lucy is stuggling with nightmares

She’s not back to work yet

And she finds herself on the edge of a bridge in a deserted part of town in the middle of a rainy night

Harper and west happen to be passing in their shop when they see someone on the bridge

They don’t realise it’s Lucy straight away due to the heavy rain

They call nayla and Nolan for backup

And they ring Tim who rushes from home

Ultimately it’s only Tim who she will let get somewhat close to her, but will he be able to convince her to get down? You decide?

Here you go anon! My muse was fighting with me hard on this one so I do apologize if it’s not exactly how you wanted...

The city of Los Angeles California rarely got rain, only accumulating almost fifteen inches on average. But when it did rain, it poured. Small creeks of water flowed in-between the sidewalk and the paved road, debris floating on the top before the water would fall into the never-ending storm drain. Of course, the rain would help the dust in the air to settle but would cause car accidents and domestic disputes to increase.

Lucy Chen loved the rain, the rhythmic pitter-patter of it falling onto something, the smell of it in the air as it wet the grass, it was easy to enjoy and get lost in the moment. That was before she had been kidnapped and thrown into a 34” by 23” space, before the lid was sealed and she was buried. It seemed like months ago, time passing by at a snail’s pace but it had only been three weeks ago.

She wasn’t healing, at least not properly. How could she? After all the trauma she had been through, her therapist told her it would take time. Of course, she knew that, being the only child of two psychologists and having a minor in psychology herself, she knew that supposedly time heals all wounds. But a lack of sleep accompanied with severe trauma? It makes you become impulsive.  

Lucy’s not sure why she is where she is, just that in her mind it seemed like a good idea at the time. Her feet dangling over the edge of the bridge, her bottom sitting on the concrete wall with her back facing traffic as the rain poured around her, the long brown waves of her hair were wet and matted to her skin.

“Ma’am? Are you ok?” a voice asked behind her.

She childishly kicked her feet back and forth as her tears mixed with the rain.

“I’m calling the cops. But, I’m going to stay with you.”

Lucy could hear the person talking into their phone in the background as she focused on the headlights passing around her.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but you don’t have to do this.”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s easier.”

“My name’s Jake, what’s yours?”

“Lucy.”

“Well Lucy, I’ve never been where you are but, I have had my fair share of bad days.”

“Bad days? How about one continuous bad day that lasts for weeks?”

Sirens sounded in the distance before they cut off as they got closer.

“It has got to get better right? There has to be something that’s worth fighting for.”

Lucy thought for a second, “Maybe.”

“Good, good. Then, why don’t we focus on that.”

The sound of boots splashing in the running water on the ground grew louder as someone approached, the sound of the pelting rain hitting neon-colored jackets became rhythmic, the droplets bouncing off the polyester.

“Lucy?” One of the new onlookers asked. Lucy closed her eyes as she recognized the voice. ‘Of course.’

“You know her?” Jake asked, surprise in his voice.

“She’s one of ours. Lucy, what are you doing?”

Lucy stared ahead, ignoring the question. “Have you ever drove through here around sunset? It’s beautiful, the sky in different shades and hues, none you can name but you can describe.”

“Lucy, come over here and we can talk about it.”

“I just want a break. I’m tired Jackson. So damn tired. Every time I close my eyes, I- I’m back in that barrel. I’m not- I’m not suicidal but I am so…”

“I know Lucy, I know.”  

“I’ve driven through here at sunset.” Jake spoke as he leaned against the railing. “Sometimes I just want to take a picture, but a picture doesn’t do it justice.”

Lucy stays quiet, basking in the way the rain hits her.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain today.” Jake told her. “But there’s just something about it…”

Lucy glanced over, his own dark brown hair matted to his head, the dark frames of his glasses littered with droplets of precipitation, the man was drenched, his clothing sticking to him from head to toe.

“You’re going to get sick.”

Jake shrugged. “I don’t care. So, you’re a cop huh?”

“I was.” She whispered, her words getting lost in the rain.

“No, see I think you are because you have that… vibe about you.”

Lucy snorted. “You’re making that up.”

“I’m serious!”

“What do you do Jake?”

“I’m a broker. Lame I know but someone has to do it.”

“A broker? You don’t look like a broker.”

“You know, maybe it’s time for a career change.” He said, wrinkling his nose in thought. “Why are you out this late? Shouldn’t you be at home, with your... Husband? Wife?”

Lucy looked out in front of her before whispering. “I’m tired of the nightmares. Why are you out this late?”

“I’m tired of it all.” He whispered to her somberly.

Lucy turned her body, her legs straddling the cement barrier as she turned towards the man beside her. She noticed, Jackson standing a few feet away, watching their interaction.

“Jake… Why did you come here tonight?”

Jake stayed silent, giving Lucy her answer as he watched the light of the cell tower miles away blink consistently.

“You were going to do it, weren’t you?” she asked, searching his face. “You told me earlier, that there has to be something worth fighting for Jake. That it has got to get better. If I hadn’t of been here tonight, would you… would you have done it?”

Lucy continued to stare, searching his face as she continued to sit there, the rain falling around them as time passed before the sound of tires sliding on the wet as the vehicle forcefully came to a stop filled the air.

“Lucy. Chen, what are you doing?”

Jackson extended out an arm, stopping the other man from moving forward.

“Jake?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

Lucy nodded, swinging her right foot back over the barrier before she planted both feet onto the solid ground, pulling the much taller man into a hug.

“It’s going to be ok Jake.” She whispered as the emotions Jake had been holding back, broke upon contact. “We’re both going to be ok.”

Lucy let go of him as Jake stepped back, Jackson stepping forward. “This is Jackson West, he’s a very close friend. Is- Is there someone, anyone we can call?”

He shook his head. “I don’t- I have a cousin who lives in Albuquerque.”

“Then let’s call them. You need someone Jake.”

Jake stepped over to Jackson as the other person moved forward. “What the hell boot?” he cursed as his eyes checked her over from head to toe. “What the fuck were you thinking? Were you thinking? You know what, don’t answer that because clearly you weren’t.”

“Tim I-“

“Listen we all have bad days, hell, bad years. But you, you are better than this, better than him. You can’t let what he done to you, what they done to you, affect you like this. He’s dead Chen and Rosalind, Rosalind, you can’t let her win.”

Lucy looked up, the easing rainfall hitting her face as she stared him down. “I know.” She whispered.

“Then let me- let us help.” He pleaded, his voice cracking as he asked.

Lucy sniffled, nodding her head as she took a step forward. “I’m not sleeping, every time I close my eyes, I’m back- I’m in-.”

“We will find something that works boot.” He said, reaching a hand out, grasping her on her upper arm.

At the touch, the dam Lucy was holding back broke. “I’m sorry.”

Tim pulled her to him, his left arm encasing her back as his right moved to her head. “It’s ok Luce.”

The rain stopped falling as they stood on the sidewalk, Lucy’s cries easing as she pulled back out of the embrace. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you home.”

Tim nodded once at Jackson who was waiting for Jake to end his call, the other officer giving his superior an appreciative look. Tim walked to his truck, jumping into the driver’s side of the cab as Lucy climbed into the passenger seat. He cranked the vehicle, switching all the knobs to make the truck warm before he redirected the vents towards her.

“You’re going to get sick, but maybe this will help.”

Lucy nodded in thanks as she buckled her seatbelt into place, Tim moving the gearshift into reverse, backing out before switching it to drive.

“You’re going to be ok boot.” He told her as they drove down the empty streets.

“I wasn’t going to- to jump tonight. I just went out for a walk to clear my head and ended up there. Every time I have driven over that bridge, I’ve always found it so… peaceful.”

“Just next time, don’t sit on the wall ok?”

Lucy nodded as he pulled the truck up in front of her apartment complex, turning her body to give her thanks as he put the vehicle in park.

“You done a good thing tonight Chen, you stopped him.”

“I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had not of been there.” She whispered.

Tim ran is tongue along his cheek. “You can’t do that. You can’t let yourself think about what might have happened. Because if you do, it will eat you alive.”

“The department therapist is going to have a field day with this.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Tell them the truth.”

“I am. I will. Thanks again for the ride Tim.”

He nodded. “I’m always a phone call away Chen.” He told her before pointing a finger at her. “Now, get out of my truck and get upstairs, you’re messing up the interior.”

“Yes sir.” She smiled as she pulled the handle for the door. Time will heal wounds but it will also leave behind scars, and those scars are a symbol of survival.

#the rookie fic #fanfic #tim bradford x lucy chen #chenford fic #chenford fanfic

[vsuvia]

i don’t know if you’re still doing the prompt thing but if you are, could you do 50 with julian or asra please? ♡

i totally am! i’ll do asra since i wrote two for julian earlier. thank you so much for requesting!! this REALLY got away from me haha but i hope you enjoy it anyway

50. “I just want to be alone right now.”

You feel Asra’s hands freeze where they’re moving through your hair, and he takes them away as quickly as he can, lays you down carefully as he extricates himself from the bed. “Are you sure, love?” he asks quietly, and you can tell he’s not hurt, just worried. His hands hang limply by his sides, like he’s aching to touch you again, to take you up in his arms and feel the heartbeat you share until it drums the world into rightness again.

Tiredly, you nod and bury your head in the substantial pile of pillows at the head of your bed. It was a hard day today, putting it mildly. You’d gone out to the forest to pick mushrooms and whatever other herbs you could find, and just as you were turning back to head towards home, you felt the cold snuffle of a snout at your hand, then heard the frantic voice calling your name.

Immediately, a chill had gone down your spine. If Muriel came to find you... it had to be something bad. “Follow me,” he’d muttered tersely, and when he added a “please,” you were truly frightened.

He’d led you to a clearing, Inanna alongside him with her tail between her legs, and clamped a hand over your mouth when you gasped at the sight. In the center, bound with a ring of sickly greenish fire burning around them on the grass, were two unicorns. You’d been still half-convinced that Asra had made them up until this moment. And they were as beautiful as he’d said, their fur so soft-looking, their eyes impossibly old. It just made the pain clearly written on their faces, heard in their voices, so much worse.

Some kind of charm had been constructed around them that kept them inside and fed off their life force; you could feel it, a sucking, dry kind of energy, as you and Muriel worked and worked to try to unravel it. Despite your best efforts, it seemed like every time you came close and tugged on a thread of the spell, hoping it would fall apart, it just tightened the hold it had on the creatures. And after you’d tried everything, after you both had exhausted your magic so much that you could barely stand, you had to watch as the two creatures fell to the ground.

You wiped your nose angrily on the back of your hand. “Why would someone do this?”

“Hunting,” came Muriel’s flat response. The fire still burned -- you couldn’t even get in to move the bodies -- and it reflected in his eyes, in the tear tracks streaked down his broad face. “The horns are expensive.”

“That’s legal?”

“Lucio,” he replied, simply, bitter. Of course.

You’d sat there in silence for as long as you could, hoping that the person who did this would come back to check their traps. But the sky started darkening and the stars winked into existence, and eventually Muriel had gotten up, Inanna at his heels. You didn’t follow.

A half-hour or so later, he came back with Asra, and together they’d half-walked, half-carried you back to the shop. Somewhere, dimly, you were aware that this was something you should be thankful for. And you’d make it to that feeling tomorrow. For now, there is a yawning nothingness where there should be... anything, really. There’s only the sight of green fire burning every time you close your eyes.

And now there’s a faint sense of guilt, too, as you watch Asra gather his coat and his bag. Why do you feel like crawling out of your skin? He is the person you trust most in the world. It’s because he saved you, a little voice inside you whispers, and your chest tightens painfully.

“Can I leave Faust here with you?” he asks, knitting his brows together as he looks you over, fingers drumming on the strap of his bag. Considering this, you nod, and she slithers off Asra’s outstretched arm to sit beside you on the bed. “It’s a little busy at the market tonight. Don’t want her causing any trouble.” 

Trouble! she echoes gleefully, and flicks her tongue at you.

That’s not why he’s leaving her here, but you’re grateful that he pretends otherwise. “There’s some sleeping draught in the cupboard, all right?” he says, pulling on his boots. “And if you need me, just send Faust. She can come get me quicker than anyone else.” Hesitantly, Asra picks his way back over the room to the bed to brush a kiss lightly to your forehead. His hand smooths your hair, like it’s acting of its own accord, like he can’t help but touch you. “I won’t stay too long away.”

And then he’s gone in what seems like a blink of an eye. Funny how you used to crave his presence whenever he left and now your conscience is eating you alive for everything he’s ever done for you with no reciprocation. The fire is still burning behind your eyelids, stark as a wound, so as soon as you hear the door close and feel the rush of magic that means he’s locked the door, you cross the room in three strides, pull out the sleeping draught, and drain it in one long swallow. You barely make it back to the bed before the soft darkness of sleep comes; a blessing, a medicine in its way.

***

Like clockwork, you wake with the candles blown out and the moon shining through the window in a stripe onto the bedsheets. Before you even open your eyes, you can feel the warm body next to you, weighing down the mattress, hear Asra’s soft sleep-breathing. Relief washes over you, as it always does, to know he’s here. Somehow, you feel less guilty, more lucky, as you stare down at the silvery moonlight on his bare back, making his skin look mercurial and otherwordly.

Your feet touch the floor as silently as possible and you almost roll out of bed to avoid waking him -- Asra’s a notoriously light sleeper, and if you could help it you’d stay in bed, but your stomach is growling something fierce. The larder is across the whole floor from the bed, but you know which boards creak and which will stay silent. In fact, you’re successfully halfway there when you see the package on the table.

Untying the twine reveals a loaf of -- what else? -- Selasi’s pumpkin bread, still steaming thanks to a clever little charm. The wax paper falls away easily, and you’re about to tuck in when you see the note nestled beside the loaf.

You can’t save everyone, and you can’t fix everything. You and I... we saved the world. But even if we hadn’t, it wouldn’t matter. You’re worth more than what you do for other people. You’re worth everything to me.

...But I can’t afford everything, so I bought you a loaf of pumpkin bread instead. Selasi says hi. Please eat this if you wake up before me, okay?

I love you. xo Asra

When you get back into bed, ten minutes later, your fingers smelling of cardamom and cloves and the letter clutched tightly in your hand, you kiss his shoulder. Not enough to wake him up, but just a way to touch him, to ground yourself. And at the touch of your lips, through the veil of sleep, he smiles.

#asra alnazar #asra the arcana #asra x apprentice #the arcana #the arcana fic #asra x reader #asra the magician #oh my god this got so long i am so sorry #it went in a really different direction as well eek #asra #my writing #asks #dev0rak

[peachiekoo]

Anthophile || JHS

anthophile: a lover of flower

⇢ Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

⇢ Genre: Romance; Fluff

⇢ Rating: PG-13

⇢ Warning(s): None

⇢ Word Count: 2.8K

⇢ Posted: May 10th,2020

⇢ A/n: Hi! I hope you enjoy this fic! I thought of it at like 4 am so I hope you enjoy it.

It was an early Thursday morning. Considering the fact that you were off of work today, you had nothing left to do. 

Normally, you would wake up pretty late on your off days but oddly enough, you woke up early. It was only eight in the morning and you couldn’t go back to sleep so you opted to go on a walk around the city you lived in for a good few years.

Throwing on warm sweater and leggings, you headed out to take a small tour.

You genuinely did enjoy living in the city, you loved how it was always busy. The shops bunched up together, made up of high-end brands and small boutiques. The apartments and fast food places make it more complete in your eye. You knew this city like the back of your hand. 

Assuming you knew every small and hidden shop. You felt like you were running out of new experiences to enjoy while you worked as a fashion design assistant. 

Going into the bakery that was across from were across from, you smelled the freshly baked treats seeping from the kitchen into the rest of the store. 

“Hey, Y/n! Your usual?” you heard Taehyung effused. Taehyung Kim, a bright and bubbly yet mysterious boy who you had become associates with due to the daily visits you would have. “Yes please!” you buzzed as you already got the cash out to pay for it. 

Soon, you were handed you a small cardboard box filled with cannoli. “What’s so good about these?” he coaxed. You leaned on the counter and smiled. “I honestly can’t answer that. Its just, addicting.” you disclosed. 

He then gave you back a warm smile and nodded, assuming he felt content with your answer. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“You know it.” you quipped out as you walked out the building waving farewell.

Deciding you ventured enough for the morning, you made your way back home. Taking your time as you took in the nice city view yet again when you noticed a flower shop at the end of the street. It was very vintage-like, standing out compared to the more modern shops it was surrounded by.

Yet, you’ve never noticed this shop. Has it always been here? Was this shop just opened?

Curiosity taking over, you walked into the shop, viewing the beautiful flowers and decor of the shop. Smelling the freshness of the plants. You came to a sudden stop though when you noticed there was no one else in the shop.

You were about to walk out until you saw a brown-haired boy neatly putting a small bouquet together, not even noticing you had walked in. You observed as he cut the flowers and plants in a certain way. Neatly wrapping paper into a flattering shape as he wrapped them around the flowers and finishing it off with a ribbon.

He then made eye contact with you. “Hey, Welcome to the shop! Is there anything you’re looking for?” he intoned. Quickly shaking your head, “No, I was just looking around!” you replied instantly.

“Ah, new customer, right?” he guessed. “Yeah, am I that obvious?” you joked.

“I remember faces.” he simply added.

After it was quiet for a little, you saw him placing the small bouquet he had made prior to your small conversation on the counter.

“How long has this shop been here?” you question.

“About 50 years ago I believe.”

“Really? I’ve been here for a few years and I’ve never really noticed this place,” you admit.

“Understandable. We aren’t really as busy as we used to be,” he explained. “Are you sure you don’t want to buy anything? Like your first visit to our shop kind of souvenir?” he prattled.

Smiling dumbly, you declined. “I only brought enough cash for small treats sadly,” you told him.

You walked around the building for about 10 more minutes before you decided it was time to leave.

Walking up to the register, you caught the male’s attention quickly when you light waved at him with a small smile. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” you divulged.

Smiling cutely at you he lightly chuckled. “Thank you for visiting. You should stop by more often.” he conversed.

“Of course I will. Maybe I’ll have money to buy something too.” you grinned.

You were about to make your leave when he had put the bouquet from earlier in your hand. “Here. Now you have something to remember here.” he smiled.

Feeling your face heating up, you became flustered at the sudden action. “I can’t just take this,” you told him.

“Yes, you can. I was only testing out a new combination of flowers.” he rebutted.

“It’s really pretty,” you said, looking at beautiful colors. “I really don’t know how I can repay you for this.”

“Don’t. I just wanted to give it to you.”

“You’re making me blush.”

“It’s adorable.”

Smiling goofily, you took in the nice smell of them. “I should really get going now.”

Bidding your last goodbye, you were finally at home, putting the flowers in a vase you had for your previous flowers. Admiring the beauty of it, you realized that you didn’t even know his name.

Having a rough shift, annoyed and tired, you wanted to go home and have a nice warm bubble bath with nice candles around and have some wine and then take a nice long nap.

There was one thing though, you needed to buy the wine and candles for the occasion meaning, you needed to make a few pit-stops before the comforting bath.

You after buying the candles, you saw the shop, but this time it had customers and you saw Hoseok there making the bouquets for work. Seeing as his co-workers were busy helping other customers find what flowers intrigued them.

You chose on going in, you needed to buy more flowers anyways. For the vase, you had yet to buy.

Walking in, the familiar scent of flowers come to fill your nose as you take a small whiff. Hearing the little bell ringing as you alarm the workers in the building. Your eyes immediately find the same boy’s from last time.

Seeing the smile slowly comes on his face once he realizes who you are. You saunter over to him as he finishes up one of the vast collection of flowers for the time being. “You’re back, I see. Can I help you with anything?” he queried.

“Yes, I do actually. Think you can help me?” you coaxed.

Smirking, he walks around from the counter and holds his hand out to present the other flowers neatly placed around. “Is there anything you want in particular?” he inquired you in a half-joking way

“Hm, maybe something simple,” you started before you looked at his nametag, “Hoseok.”

He looked at you almost intrigued as he gave you a smirk.

“And you must be?”

“Y/n.”

“Ah, you have a really pretty name.”

Trying your best to keep your smile off your face, you chuckle a bit. “Do you have any suggestions on what I should get?.”

Envisioning for a bit, you can tell he knew perfectly what to suggest from the way his face glowed. You would be lying if you say you didn’t feel yourself melt a bit from how adorable he was.

“How about pink roses and lavender? The colors clash together beautifully and the smell is amazing,” he explains with obvious glee.

“Well, I trust you,” you beamed. “I can tell you have an eye for flowers.” you point out.

“Flowers have always been special to me,” Hoseok explained and he picked out the flowers. “It gives me this unexplained comfort, you know?” he admits.

“Maybe I do get it. I tend to find comfort in the teddy bear I got from my Dad when I was a child. I keep it in my drawer. It calms me knowing that I still have a piece of him even though-”

You stopped once you realized you were in a public area and speaking to someone you hardly knew. He just felt so trusting though. Like you can talk to him about anything. It was strange. Almost as if he was reading you like an open book.

You noticed how he slowed down on bouquet and paid attention to you like he genuinely cared. He had a sad look on his face. Did you make him uncomfortable? You spoke too much.

“I’m so sorry.” you spluttered. “I’m just- You’re just- fuck, I honestly don’t know what to say,” you confessed.

Great, now you ruined a chance you had with an attractive guy. How much luckier could you be?

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said walking over the register and adding the price up. Quickly paying for it, you were about to rush off before he grabbed your wrist weakly. “Wait!” he called out.

Facing him but looking down, you listened to what he had to say.

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed. It actually kinda makes me happy that you’re already comfortable with me in a way. Maybe this can be the start of a new friendship?” he questioned.

Giving him an airy laugh as you moved the bouquet left to right. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Please, you should come back soon. I enjoy your company a lot,” he admitted.

Blushing a bit, you quickly nodded your head. “I’ll be back. I promise.

Since then you have been making casual trips there. You two bonded in a way that was unexplainable. It just felt right.

Yep, you were most definitely falling for him. He’s chunky shoes and bright style which most definitely weren’t your style somehow found a warm spot in your heart. Was it his personality? He’s looks? Maybe even his charm?

Things you kept asking yourself over and over again until you realize, it was all of the above. You were in so fucking deep this time. Even Taehyung noticed it. Way before you even did. Was it shocking that you were so clueless? Slightly. But did that make any difference on how whipped you are for him? No.

Now, you aren’t the type of person to believe in stereotypes saying that he must be the one to ask you out first. Honestly, you’re just too scared to make the first move. Also, what if you got rejected?

Rejection has always been a fear for you. Possibly the reason why you missed out on multiple opportunities but hey, you get over them right?

But, it’s different this time. The more time you spend with him, the more you feel like you will miss him and any opportunity you had with him. You tried to push this to the back of your head but it constantly comes back rutting with more power.

You were fed up with it. Feeling bold you decided to ask him to hank out at the local arcade with you. Being the absolute sweetheart he is, he obviously accepted.

Which is why you are here now, feeling slightly lightheaded, whilst playing a random zombie game with Hoseok. Or Hobi, as you like to refer to him.

“Y/n, I love you but you’re really losing your touch.”

Getting caught off guard a bit you end up shooting at absolutely nothing and zombie comes to attack your character.

He’s right. You’re dead at this point.

“I’m sorry, I just have something on my mind.” you sugarcoat as you hear your character screeching cries of pain as Hobi keeps on shooting.

“Which is?”

Looking over to him, you see his soft yet sharp side profile as keeps his focus on the undead trying to feast on him.

It’s now or never right?

“I was just thinking that maybe we can hang out again, but like, in a different way?” you say, being unsure if you even made sense.

“Sure, I saw this cool trampoline park right outside of the city. Looks pretty fun. Just let me know when you’re fre-“

“Actually Hobi,” you interrupt, “I meant more like, a date?” you correct.

Looking over, you see Hoseok’s attention is completely on you as he is completely astonished by what he just heard.

“I won’t be upset if you say no. You don’t owe me anything,” you add, mentally preparing yourself for heartbreak.

“No, no! Wait I do wanna go out with you,” he starts, “I just was gonna ask you the same thing.” he confesses with a warm smile on his face.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“I don���t know! You can’t put me on the spot like this.”

Grabbing your hands, he interlaces his hands with yours before moving his face closer to yours.

“So, when are we going out?” he cooed.

“Maybe this Friday?”

“Fancy or Casual.”

“I don’t know, surprise me.”

“Oh so now I’m in charge of the date?”

“I like surprises.”

“Fine, fancy.”

“You better not spent too much money.”

“Y/n it’s fine, now please get your skills back so we can kick some zombie butt.”

Laughing at how cheesy he is you grab the plastic gun and prepare to get back to work.

“Let’s do it!” you cheer.

Currently, you were on your way to a more fine dining type of restaurant.

You saw Hoseok looking at you from the corner of your eyes a few times before you lightly bagged him about keeping his eyes on the road.

“You’re just so pretty! It’s hard.” he complimented.

“You’re being so corny,” you laugh off. “It’s cute.”

“Who would’ve known you were such a sucker for corny guys?”

“I mean if it’s you then I’ll make an exception.”

Smiling to himself, he took his free hand and interlaced it with your hand closest to him.

“Y/n, I really do like you. I’m glad you made the first move because I was so fucking close to asking you out with a cringe type of question,” he admits before he starts to laugh with you at his confession.

Arriving at a modern-looking restaurant, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around more. You were nervous. Like extremely nervous.

You didn’t want to mess this up. Especially not with someone as sweet as him.

He was getting ready to leave out of the car before you suddenly tighten your grip. “Hoseok, I like you too. Like a lot.” you clarified.

“Good, I was ready to fight for you.” expressed Hoseok.

The date went more perfect then you could’ve even expected.

Hoseok did everything and more you would’ve thought he would do during a date.

He was so caring and sweet as you express numerous of times but you still aren’t convinced it’s enough.

He makes you happy. He makes you feel like you’re the only one. He happily gives you the attention you ask for which is way more than you would’ve expected.

“Do you mind if we stop at the shop? I left something there.” interrupting your train of thought.

“Yeah, of course.”

With a comfortable silence taking over the car, you look out the window and look at all the bright city lights and cars and people going by. It’s so beautiful here when it’s a late night. You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I’ll be back.” he tells you before rushing out of the car.

This moment is everything to you. The scenery you love to look at the most and the most perfect boy there to put the final cherry on top.

Hoseok knew how much you loved the view here. You told him this millions of times yet he still doesn’t get sick of the way your eyes sparkle once you talk about it.

He even remembers how you said when holidays come and the city is decorated, you feel euphoric.

To him it’s one of the many things that makes you so perfect to him.

Little did you know that he had a small gift waiting for you.

You didn’t even hear when he got back into car barring gifts and and large bouquet. “Y/n, look!”

Turning over, you went completely wide eye. Possibly the biggest bouquet you’ve ever gotten and a medium-sized box in his other hand.

It was made with your birthday flower and your favorite color. You felt yourself tearing up as he gave the flowers to you.

“Now open the box.” he provokes.

Grabbing the box, you gently unravel the ribbon keeping the box together before removing the lid off of the box.

You felt the hot tears finally falling from your eyes. It was a snowglobe. But it was a replica of this city and you could see all the pretty details inside.

Looking under it, you found your name engraved on the bottom.

“You’re too good to me.” you blubbered.

“Because I want to be with you.” he cooed.

It’s official. He and his flowers found a way in your heart.

But this time, you were fully willing to accept it.

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[delimeful]

cut clean from the dream (1/3)

warnings: person being treated as merchandise, mentions of murder/injury, panic, fear, crying, sharp implements, feeling trapped

A small bell’s ring echoed through the small store as the door was pushed open, the first customer of the day. 

Logan couldn’t see them from his shelf, but he heard the rapid footsteps of the shopkeep emerge right on schedule, approaching them with vigor. 

“Hello! Anything in particular I can help you with today?”

“Uh…” An uncertain voice, low in contrast to the shopkeeper's shrillness. 

Logan sighed, tuning the conversation out and turning away from the mid-morning light. The rounded bottle he was in wasn’t great for sleeping, which was a shame, seeing as being trapped as merchandise in a local potions shop was already enough of a nightmare. 

He’d love to pretend that he had no idea how this had happened, but what it really came down to was his own foolishness. It had only taken investigating the bag of a hitchhiker who came back earlier than expected, and his habit of trying to glean knowledge from humans got him well and truly captured, passed from hand to hand in sales until he wound up here. Far from home, and everything he’d ever known, and Patton.

His gossamer butterfly wings fluttered, agitated, and he sat back up. There was really no point trying to get back to sleep with such thoughts hammering against his skull, and the shopkeep was busy jumping around the store with loud, heavy steps anyways. He rested his chin on his hand to watch the man go by, figuring he could at least see what this new customer looked like. 

He didn’t expect the two humans to stop right in front of him. He stiffened, suddenly straining to hear the words properly through the glass. 

“-have any stock left of severed wings, unfortunately, our next order comes in around three or four days. However, as you can see here, we do have a fairy with wings intact! It’ll be a little pricier, obviously, but I can give you a discount for the trouble!” 

The customer was a tall, skinny figure draped in black from his cloak-like apparel to his makeup, staring at Logan with dark purple eyes. Definitely a witch, going by the sigil tattoos along the patches of visible exposed skin. Logan narrowed his eyes back at him, trying to look like trouble. It’d be much easier to just come back after a few days than deal with the delicate process of shredding the wings from a fairy. The witch dragged his gaze over to the shopkeep, looking exhausted. 

“I don’t need a whole fairy. You seriously don’t have any wings in stock? Like, in the back or anything?” He asked, looking already resigned to the answer. 

“Afraid not, that is a rather rare ingredient with the elusiveness of fairies.” The shopkeep hummed. “Is this a budget thing? If you’re willing to wait a few hours, I can call in our alchemist and have him harvest this fairy and get you just the wings for a lower price.” 

Logan felt the color drain from his face, hopes shattered. He looked away from the human’s piercing gaze, trying to keep the dizzying panic from overwhelming him. He’d heard the stories. He’d known it would turn out this way since he got captured. It wasn’t a surprise, just an unpleasant eventuality.   

“Ugh.” The witch pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Just… I’ll take the fairy.” 

“Excellent!” The shopkeep clapped cheerily as Logan’s stomach dropped. He whisked the glass bottle off the shelf, hurrying over to the register and leaving Logan sprawled on the clear bottom of it, watching the ground below whiz by. He grimaced as the bottle was set down, shoving against the glass wall to prop himself back up and scoop his glasses up off the bottom of the bottle. 

The transaction took place over his head, and then long fingers wrapped around the glass, and he was lifted up again, slower this time. The bottle was carefully tucked into a pocket of the cloak, and everything went dark and muffled. For a while, Logan’s world was reduced to the small gap of light and noise from the pocket opening, swaying with the momentum of the human’s steps. 

He pressed up against the lid of the bottle despite knowing it was futile. The enchantment on it held strong, and would remain that way until it was opened from the outside by his new captor. He’d only have one chance at escape. He’d have to use it wisely. 

The noise overhead died down, and a door thudded closed. There was some muffled conversation, another door, and then finally quiet. Logan braced himself just in time for the hand to grab the neck of the bottle, pulling him back into the light. 

Even after the darkness of the pocket, the room wasn’t blinding. It seemed dimly lit, heavy black curtains over the windows and halloween-themed fairy lights strung on the walls. Logan blinked. It was still the summer months, was it not?

His attention was drawn back to the witch as he set the bottle on his desk, sighing as he sat heavily on the chair in front of it. Logan refused to flinch as he leaned in to look at the bottle, face warped oddly by the glass. The witch scrubbed his hands through his hair and sighed again, pulling a piece of wide parchment out and scrawling a sigil on it with a red ink pen that smelled suspiciously of iron. 

A moment later, Logan’s prison was finally being opened, and he stumbled as the jar was tilted on its side, opening resting on the human’s palm. He seized the opportunity, kicking off the glass wall to propel himself out of the jar into fresh air. 

A second after he flitted out, there was a sudden yank on his leg, and he found himself dragged down to the desk below by a shackle made of thick, shadowy magic. 

“Yeah, thought that might happen.” The witch said, voice resonating through Logan now that he wasn’t hearing it from behind a wall of glass. The shackle finished retracting back to the sigil, leaving him pinned down by his leg, and the witch pushed him over with a finger. Logan had the sense to flare his wings out so they wouldn’t get crumpled painfully beneath him, but this left him flat on his back and vulnerable. He shuddered, wings slapping against the wood ineffectively. 

Above him, the witch was casually pulling some kind of tool from a drawer, and Logan felt a flare of irritation break through his fear. He opened his mouth before he could think better of it. “You could not just wait for three measly days? Truly?   

The witch paused, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. Logan refused to cower, even when the witch leaned his elbows on the desk, arms bracketing either side of him. He glared back despite the chills running down his spine, and the witch snorted.

“Big attitude for someone so small.” He muttered, but he looked tiredly amused rather than angry. “I can’t wait three days, actually, because this project is due in two.”  

Great. A procrastinating student was going to be the one to kill him, after trying to learn was what got him into this mess in the first place. He let his head thunk back down onto the desk, eyes stinging with frustrated tears.

“Tell me you at least know how to… how to harvest my wings.” Logan said, bile rising in his throat. He forced himself to keep speaking, his voice coming out sharp. “If I have to spend my last living moments watching an amateur mangle my body, I will be very unhappy.”  

“Hey, I’m no amateur. I wouldn’t have bought a whole goddamn fairy if I didn’t know how to...” He gestured vaguely. “You know.” 

“Reassuring.” Logan responded dryly, and the witch gave him a half-hearted glare before pulling out a few metallic square rocks. 

Weights, Logan realized as they were placed at the outer corners of his wings, pinning them down so that they couldn’t move. His wingspan was large enough that he couldn’t reach the weights with his hands, and his breathing began to speed up as he instinctively tried to pull his wings free, to no avail. After this, he wouldn’t ever move them again. He suddenly wished fervently that he’d gotten more than that brief heartbeat of freedom outside the jar, that he’d at least been able to fly more than a few inches, even if escape was futile. 

Movement above him caught his eye, and he realized that the witch was staring down at him with a strange expression, with a sharp metal tool in one hand. He stared at it for a moment, and then decided that he didn’t want to watch himself be taken apart, actually, and closed his eyes, swallowing heavily. 

Despite knowing logically that being captured meant he was going to die, being faced with his own imminent mortality still made some primal part of him feel panicked and fearful. Patton would be proud of him, admitting that he did feel things after all. 

Oh, stars, Patton. Logan had vanished without even telling him where he was going. The bubbly sprite would never even know what happened to him. He hoped desperately that Patton wouldn’t search for him, wouldn’t get himself in trouble because of Logan’s own foolishness. The pressure behind his eyes finally broke, chest shuddering with barely restrained sobs as his cheeks went wet with tears. And why shouldn’t he cry? What was the point of pride when he’d never get to see the stars or his home or Patton ever again? 

“Oh man.” There was a long groan from above him. “Ugh, I can’t do this.” 

Logan blinked his eyes open in surprise, squinting through the blurriness of his tears at the human. “What?” He said, voice thick. 

Surprisingly, the witch was not hovering over him menacingly with the tool as he’d imagined. Instead, he was slumped back against his chair, rubbing at his eyes and smearing his eyeliner even further. “I’m gonna fail so hard. What kind of witch can’t even kill a fairy?” 

“Are you- what?” Logan repeated, still trying to catch up to the implications of his words. The witch sighed, and then leaned down, smudging a thumb over the ink of the sigil and breaking its circle. The shackle dissipated into dark smoke, and Logan stared up at him. 

“Are you… not going to kill me?” He asked, voice tinged with disbelief. The witch cringed. 

“Nope. I’ve decided fuck this actually, ‘this’ being my life.” He raised a hand and Logan flinched back, anticipating being crushed, but all the witch did was carefully pluck the weights off of his wings. 

Before he could change his mind, Logan scrambled to his feet, wings aflutter. The witch ignored him for the most part as he took to the air, turning to his desk and clearing it off, occasionally glancing at Logan as though worried the fairy was going to dive-bomb him. It didn’t seem like the witch wanted to re-capture him at all. Logan hovered lower cautiously.

“You needed to do this for your project. What… changed your mind?” He asked. Clearly, he hadn’t learned his lesson about curiosity, but this human was a strange one.

The witch huffed. “What changed my mind is that according to textbooks, fairies are insectoids with no true sentience, only able to mimic human emotions.” He looked sardonically at Logan. “Does that seem true to you?” 

“Ah.” Logan said, getting it. “So, because you believe me to be sentient, you’re… letting me go?” 

“Yeah, that’s the long and short of it. I know what real terror looks like, and you weren’t ‘mimicking’ anything. I’m not going to kill a person, no matter how shitty a witch that makes me.” He finished, wiping some dust from his desk before walking to the window and pulling the drapes open. 

The warm light of a setting sun poured into the room, and Logan watched as the witch unlatched and then opened his window. “There you go.” He said, and stepped back.

Logan landed on the windowsill, staring at the unfamiliar silhouettes of the buildings around him. He spread his wings out fully and focused on home, on the tug of magic in his core that would guide him back.   

Nothing. 

He tried again, feeling tears of frustration threatening at the corner of his eyes when his magic remained frustratingly non-responsive. 

“Uh, you good?” The witch asked, making him jump in surprise. He had to stop letting his guard down around this stranger.

“No.” Logan responded shortly. “I cannot access my homing magic, and without it I fear I shall not be able to find my way back without being captured again or becoming terribly lost.” 

“You can’t access it, huh… Could I, uh… could you show me your wrists?” The witch asked, holding out a hand hesitantly. Logan tilted his head, wary. 

“How do I know you won’t simply trap me again?” 

The witch rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand. “Okay, I’m not trying to be, like… a jerk. But if I wanted to hurt you or keep you trapped, I would have just done it back when I had you pinned to a table. There’s literally no reason for me to let you go only to con you back into containment.” 

“Hm. That is true.” Logan admitted, and flew up to the witch’s hand without fanfare, standing on the edge of his palm. The witch blinked, startled, and Logan presented a hand with an eyebrow raised impatiently. 

“Right.” The witch muttered, and leaned in close enough that Logan could have reached out to touch his face. He focused on not being nervous, though it was hard with those eyes locked so intently on him. They seemed to be almost glowing?

The witch retracted, nodding to himself. “Yeah, you’ve got sealing magic on you. It’s human magework, pretty subtle stuff.” 

“Can you remove it?” Logan asked immediately, and the witch snorted, jostling him slightly.

“I’m a student, a failing one at that.” The witch bit his lip as Logan’s expression fell. “But I can probably get my hands on some book about sealing magic.” 

Logan eyed him suspiciously. “Why would you?” 

“Because I want you out of my hair?” The human tried. 

“I am not in your hair.” Logan answered, unimpressed with the nonsensical response. The witch sighed. 

“How about a deal. You teach me about fairies and their real culture, not the garbage they put in the textbooks, and I’ll help you figure out the basics of human magecraft. Figuring out the sealing magic is out of my depth, though, so you’ll have to tackle that yourself.” 

Logan thought the terms through before answering, but there wasn’t much to think on. It was everything he could have wanted, though the human couldn’t have known it. He just had to be careful about what he revealed in case this witch truly was malicious. “Deal.” 

“Great.” The witch said, offering his other hand to Logan to shake. “I’m Virgil.” 

Logan clasped a hand on Virgil’s fingertip, shaking it once firmly. Virgil’s lip twitched at the movement.  

“Logan. When can we get started?” He asked, rising to hover in the air once more. 

Virgil’s lips twisted up into a half-smile, and he pulled a worn textbook from the shelf above his desk. “Why not now?”

Logan couldn’t help but return the sentiment, his glow already brightening at the sight of a new source of knowledge. 

Despite the rocky start, it seemed to be the beginning of a promising partnership.

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[thronesofshadows]

No Light, No Light || Alain & Evelyn

TIMING: Today LOCATION: Evelyn’s home PARTIES: @carbrakes-and-stakes​ and @thronesofshadows​ SUMMARY: This song, but also: and they all lived happily ever after. Possibly. (Mentions of grief present throughout this.)

Evelyn’s house was much closer than his house and the road that led to it was a lot safer as well. What should I do? Alain wondered, as he waited for the road to be completely empty before he crossed it. He watched at every window, scrutinized everyone who walked past him and took a step to the side each time he crossed a person’s path. Who knew how long he had left. At least, if he managed to get safely to Evelyn’s, maybe he would avoid trouble at least for a little while. If only he had had any idea of how this worked. It was not as if he could count on Regan to explain anything to him, anything at all, as she was probably more clueless than he was about all of this. Talk about disillusionment. He did not have much time to think about what had just happened on the way to Harris Island, as he was too busy being careful about his surroundings. He did not hear much, and while he figured that it would probably slowly come back, the tinnitus went on and on. Maybe he would not stick long enough to get his hearing back. His attention lowered as he saw her house in the distance, although a person jogging his way was enough to startle him. He paid no attention to the way they looked at him : he had not changed, and he probably clashed a lot with the environment, but right now, he could not exactly worry about it. The door was unlocked when he arrived on the threshold, although he knocked on it before he pushed it open, and called out her name as he entered. Sitting down on the floor, he started taking off his shoes, and finally thinking of what he was going to tell her. How were you supposed to tell someone that you were going to die?

She wondered if she’d done something wrong. Evelyn played parts of their last conversation over and over again in her head - even though she knew she could have just gone back and reread something. Had he decided after all that they had to break up? Even if this was this case, she would be fine with it. That was what she told herself, at least. She was sat curled up on her couch, fingertips pressed against her thighs. She hadn’t worn anything fancy. Just jeans, a loose shirt, and a wrapped sweater. She heard the door open and heard his voice and she sighed for a moment. “In the sitting room. You can - you can come over.” She heard his footsteps make their way over and glanced up when they stopped. He was in his work clothes. He always changed before coming over. He hadn’t changed. She bit down on her tongue for a moment as she looked over and up at him. “Look, I am shorter than you are, right now.” A vague attempt at humour. “Sorry. You can - would you like to sit with me?”

The first thing he had done as he saw her was rubbed his hands against his ears. He had made sure to get rid of the blood before he stepped out in the street but felt as if there was still something wrong about his ears, aside from his hearing, which was still difficult. Alain stood still in the doorway for a moment, looking at her with a soft look in his eyes. Soft, and at the same time, sad and desperate. He had never been one to panic, but this was not something he had ever imagined doing. No one was supposed to know when they would go, leave forever. Nothing was ever so definitive. He read on her lips, figured that she was making a joke and smiled, just because she looked almost cheerful for a second. Even if they had not been together for a long time, her smile was something that was anchored in his memories, and that he had thought about lately. It was an odd thing to feel melancholy for something that was still there. “I’m going to get oil all over your couch,” he replied. Grimacing, he realized that he had no idea how loud he had spoken. Still, he was fully dressed under his work clothes, and so he got rid of them before he joined her on the couch. He put those outside, by the window doors. “I can’t hear well,” he finally explained. “But, that’s not…” He breathed out, heavily. “I… can you be open minded about what I’m about to say?” He glanced up from his hands. He had been fidgeting with his own fingers so far. Looking her in the eyes, Alain sighed. “Have you ever heard about banshees?”

She looked up at him and she could not help but feel something heavy sink in her heart. She could not place the feeling - any form of nervousness was incredibly foreign to her, this included. Evelyn continued to watch him carefully, not wanting to speak before he did. Not wanting to make him angry - if he already was. His responses online had all of a sudden become so short - and she wondered if something had happened. If she’d ruined everything. Not that she thought of him as consistently verbose, but it had been nice - talking about nearly everything. Unless it had been too much. She cared for him an incredible amount - more than she’d cared for anyone in a long while, which made all of this more nerve-wracking. “I-” she began, her mouth dry. “Of course.” She watched him take off of his work clothes and she took in another deep breath as he came over to sit down. “No, it is fine.” She looked down at his hands and followed his gaze as he looked back over to her. “Of course.” Was this it? “Banshees?” Her eyes grew wide for a moment. “I have - I have heard of them.” A pause. “Stories. Or - well, yes. I have. I am not too knowledgeable. Why do you ask?” She fiddled with the edges of her sweater, pulling it more tightly around her body.

He crossed his arms over his chest. He could hear his own heart beating, although it was neither this nor the ringing in his ears that bothered him the most, but rather the bubble of anxiety that had formed in his throat. He bit on his own lip and started nervously chewing on it. God damn it. “I am…” going to die ? sorry? How was he supposed to tell her this? “One of those screamed in my shop earlier, and… I was the only one there,” he rubbed his face and pinched at the bridge of his nose. His eyes tearing up, he looked away from her and remained silent for a moment. What was he supposed to say ? “Those stories aren’t just stories, and this only means one thing: imminent death,” you would have thought that this would have helped with the anxiety, but it only made it worse. Alain kept looking away from her, apprehending her reaction, what she would say about this.

“What?” She said, briefly stunned. Evelyn watched as he turned away, though she reached out to grab his hand, wrapping both of her hands around his one. Death. The word raced through her head and for a moment. No, no this was not happening. Not again. She felt sick. “No.” She said. “No, no.” Evelyn stood up and began pacing around her sitting room, hitting her hands against her thighs lightly. Repeated motions were supposed to calm you down, right? She wasn’t the sort to cry. Evelyn had only cried properly a handful of times in her entire life but her cheeks felt wet, all of a sudden. The salty taste on her tongue. She turned back to face him, steadying her breath as well as she could as she made her way back over to the couch, sitting down so that their faces were facing one another and she pulled him into a kiss for a moment, before breaking apart. “You cannot die.” It was all she could say, her voice unsteady. “I - I do not permit it. Strictly forbidden.” She wiped a few tears off of her cheeks. “I do not accept this.”

There was no way whose tears it was he was feeling against his lips as she kissed him. Alain knew how terrible this was for her, how cruel too. They might have not been together for long, but he was the second person she was losing this way, and even if this time, she would have time to prepare for this, who could claim to be ready. He clearly couldn’t. He always had figured that he’d die alone in a cemetery, but now, he was not so sure about it. Reaching out for her cheek, he held her hand as she wiped tears from her face. “I don’t think there’s anything…” Dropping her hand, he reached for her waist and pulled her closer to him, into a hug. “I don’t know if…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he caressed her hair carefully first, then idly. What was he supposed to do, or say? He never meant for any of this to happen. He never wanted to hurt her.

Friday would be three years. Three years since she had gone for a run and come back to find her girlfriend dead in her entryway. Evelyn couldn’t focus. This week would also mark a month of being together - not that she had ever thought of herself as someone to count those sorts of things. Except, apparently, now. “There has to be.” There wasn’t, probably. What little she did know was that there was something involving fate. Not that she believed in that. She relished the feeling of his hand on her waist as she tried to steady her breath. Then a hand was in her hair and she looked over to him, kissing him again before she could think again, moving her body so that she wrapped both of her legs around his waist, resting her arms around his shoulders. “I cannot lose you, please.” She said, her voice strained. “I -”, she sighed, her lips quivering. “Please. Do not leave me.”

“You know,” he leaned his head back to look her in the eyes, “maybe if I stay here forever,” his eyes were still wet as he scoffed at his own words. This was silly. There was no way to avoid this, was there? Even if he felt okay, more than okay actually, safe, warm and cared for, he had a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and whatever he did, or she did, it would fall, eventually. “I don’t want to lose you either,” his voice dropped into a whisper, and his chin resting on her shoulder, he remained silent, once again, for a little while. Alain repeated those words again, kissed her hair and sighed. The familiar smell of lavender which he had associated with her already was not too comforting this time. Still, he remained this way, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close to him. Even if he was the first to say that nothing would keep this from happening, he feared that if he let go, this might be the last hug they ever share.

“You can stay here forever.” Evelyn whispered. “Whatever you want.” She didn’t dare move from where she was sitting. She hadn’t known that Melanie was going to die. She hated herself for it, still didn’t know how to forgive herself for going for that run that day. She could not realistically force Alain to not be out of her sight now, could she? Would he even listen? She ran her fingertips along his back as he leaned against her. “Good. We are in agreement on that. That is good.” She could feel his breath against her neck and she kissed his neck, gently. Broke away again after a moment, though still kept her body close to his. The tears were back again and she couldn’t help but let them fall this time, dotting her sweater and Alain’s shirt. “I just - you mean too much to me.” She bit her lip, removing one arm from his shoulder to bring his face up so that she could look at him. “I,” she began again. Love you. Did she? It was sudden, but she’d known that with Melanie a week into their dating. “I love you.” She said, before burying her face into his shoulder, a small sob escaping her throat.

“That sounds nice,” he agreed, speaking quietly. She spoke low enough for him to understand, and while he was not sure whether she meant to, he appreciated this, that they could at least speak about all of that. However, as nice as her offer was, he would never agree to it. Spending the rest of your life stuck in a house was no way for him to live, and if this thing worked the way he thought it did, he would die falling down the stairs or slipping in the shower. Not exactly a proper way to go for anyone. He looked at her as she spoke. To see her like this, because of him, felt too awful for words. Even if there was nothing he could do to fix it, Alain couldn’t help but feel responsible for this. And just when he thought that things couldn’t get more difficult, she had to say those words, words that he had thought of writing lately, as he texted her goodnight, or wished her to have a good day. Still, now that he was right in front of her, they remained stuck in his throat and he was thankful that she could not see the look on his face. “I… I know, I…” He sighed, this was not exactly how he planned for this to go. Kissing the side of her head, her hair, he fell silent and just held her close. “You know, you know,” if he couldn’t say it right now, in those circumstances, he was not willing to let go of her anyway.

Her heart felt tight in her chest. “I - I am sorry. I - I look quite terrible right now, do I not?” A poor attempt at humor, as her voice caught in her throat again. God, nothing had ever been quite like this before. Evelyn had never felt so shaken at the unknown. Usually she was incredibly keen on taking advantage of that. Though, she supposed, if what he said was true, it was not so very much the unknown. She ran her hands carefully across his face, over his jawline and then through his hair. She didn’t want to let go, because what would happen then? “I know. I know and you know much the same. Balance, remember?” She let out a small laugh, for a moment. Shrugged off her sweater, even though she felt colder than normal. Grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist, on her skin. “I need to remember what your hands feel like. I mean - I know what they do, but please.” She’d never been good at dealing with emotions, especially not significant ones. She wanted a firm confirmation that he was here, that this was not some sort of grand hallucination. “Please.” She said, words spoken against his lips.

"As beautiful as the day I met you," far from true. Her eyes were red, and cheeks wet from the crying, still, he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Alain shook his head, raising his hand to push a strand of hair off her face. "If you want, a friend suggested staying on the couch to make sure nothing happens to me," he meant this to be a facetious comment, although he truly had appreciated Nic's kind gesture. Another sigh. He leaned toward her hand as she touched his face, his hair. This all felt unfair. Unfair to him, unfair to her, unfair to them. "Balance, of course," he nodded and fell quiet. He just wanted to stay there and look at her, and her red eyes and her red cheeks and tell her how sorry he was for making her cry, hurt like this. Still her laughter felt like a warming ray of sunshine in winter. Her hands were cold as she took his own hands, but he did not make any comments, as he usually would have. "Okay… okay." Pressing his forehead against hers, he held her close, hands firmly placed on her back, on her waist. "I'll stay here, okay?"

“Shut up,” she said, “that is a blatant lie. I was not tear stained and miserable then.” Evelyn startled for a moment. “I mean - you know what I mean. But thank you.” She bit down on her lip, once again steadying herself. “You know, I think I like this idea. Staying, I mean.” She couldn’t focus, but still she could - just looking at him, breathing in his scent. Focused on him and him only, not anything else around them. She was grateful that he didn’t remark on her hands, and that he accepted her moving his own to touch her skin. Then his forehead was pressed against hers and she felt them breath in sync, for a moment. “Stay with me.” She whispered, a breath across his lips. “I am not going anywhere.”

#wickedswriting #c alain #chatzy #no light no light #grief cw

[loserholland]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧

Pairing ➺ Peter Parker x Reader

Warning ➺ smut? smut. choking!kink daddy!kink

Word Count ➺  4,306 

Requested ➺  Hey x could we get some dominant Peter? Like he’s dating the reader and he’s very dominant in bed but outside the bedroom he’s so cute and soft and always wants to hold hands. A daddy ki k Maybe? Thanks xx- anonbabe <3

Summary ➺  Who knew Peter could be so sweet yet dominant?

A/N ➺ This was sitting in my drafts and was also LONG (a year) awaited so why not finish it? Peter and the reader are 24!!

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand​ @taronxfiction @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine​ @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​ @babebenhardy​ @rivervixenbaby​ @acklesholland​ @zabdisamor​ @keepingupwiththehollands​ @sweet666pea​ @sspider-parker​ @jackiehollanderr​ @caro0512​ @thewinchesterchronicles​ @cporter003​ @kisses-holland​@spideysnugget​ @cryszus​ @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos​

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Peter Benjamin Parker was the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was so caring and kind, putting your needs before his, swinging by late nights when she felt restless or had a nightmare, well that was one side of Peter.

The other side of Peter that only (Y/N) saw was his dom side. He was dominate in bed and (Y/N) had no problem with that because, he knew your limits and the minute you say the safe word he’d stop and take you into his arms. The aftercare was so always so sweet and loving, long hot baths with you laying in his arms as he whispers sweet nothings.

Today they were going to have a little lunch date and Peter had promised her to go shopping, she moved around their shared bedroom humming a soft tune grabbing her purse she placed her phone and wallet inside.

“Honey! Are you ready?” Peter called from the living room his attention was on his phone scrolling through Instagram waiting, (Y/N) skipped out of there bedroom with her purse in hand “Yeah let’s go.” she answered with a smile on her face.

Peter’s eyes drifted to her exposed cleavage causing his jaw to clench thinking about all the men looking at his beautiful girlfriend. “Honey..” Peter began standing up from the couch removing his flannel to leave him in his grey shirt.

“Put this on.” he placed his flannel over her shoulders earning a small pout from (Y/N). “Bubs no! It doesn’t go with my outfit!” (Y/N) whined shrugging the flannel off her shoulders causing Peter to pinch the bridge of his nose letting out a groan.

He glared at his difficult girlfriend walking towards her till her back came in contact with the door. Peter placed his thumb against her jawline placing his index finger under her chin up slightly looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes.

Peter let out a small sigh before beginning  “Yunno sweets, I wanted today to be a simple day no whining no nothing but you’re making it difficult.” his voice was low and raspy each word dripped with dominance.

“This is strike one, I’m not asking you to change your entire outfit but to wear my flannel because you’re showing a little too much.” (Y/N) pressed her lips into a thin line nodding slowly as her eyes averted to look anywhere but Peter’s. Peter let go of her chin bending down to grab the flannel that fell to the ground brining it up to (Y/N) shoulders.

(Y/N) stood on her toes to place a small kiss on Peter’s lips “I’m sorry daddy.” she whispered in hopes Peter would change his mind about the stunt she pulled earlier. Peter placed his index finger under her chin as he leaned down to steal another kiss from her, “You’re forgiven sweets, but that was still strike one.”

As the two waited in line waiting to be seated at the restaurant Peter had chosen for their lunch date (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his torso resting her head under Peter’s chin.

(Y/N) pulled away a little looking up at Peter with her lips puckered, Peter let out a small laugh leaning down to kiss her. (Y/N) hummed contently as a small smile painted her lips she pulled away slowly looking up at her smiley boyfriend she was so in love with. She unwrapped her right hand from around his torso bringing her hands up to his face pushing away the little curls that fell across his forehead.

“Thank you for bringing me out today.” (Y/N) whispered running her fingers through his soft curls standing on her toes to press a kiss onto his jaw leading up to his cheek and finally his lips.

Peter hummed in response pulling away slowly as the host came around from behind the desk to lead them to their table. Once they were seated the host had said their waiter would be with them shortly, (Y/N) looked over the menu scanning the food items.

(Y/N) looked over at Peter then back at the menu “Bub, wanna share a pizza?” she questioned as she looked over the different type of whole pizza’s the restaurant had to offer.

“Yeah, order whatever you want love.” Peter answered closing the menu noticing their waiter was heading there way. The young man who seemed to be in his early twenties stood on the side of the table “Hi, I’m Brandon I’ll be your waiter for today may I start you two off with drinks?” he took his notepad out of his waist apron along with a pen.

Peter cleared his throat leaning back up in his seat “Yes, may I have a coke or pepsi whatever you have and an ice tea.” Brandon scribbled onto his notepad “Are you two ready to order?” he questioned as Peter looked over to (Y/N) who hummed in response.

“We’ll have the Italian sausage and Pepperoni stuffed crust pizza.” (Y/N) said contently closing the menu with a smile on her face as Brandon nodded “Okay, I’ll be back with your drinks.” he took the menus from the table and scurried off to make their drinks.

Peter took your left hand into his right hand bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles as a small giggle left your mouth. “Excuse me?” a lady who seemed to be in her late sixties questioned causing (Y/N) to turn to the elderly women.

“Yes Ms?”(Y/N) addressed sweetly smiling warmly at the older women “I was wondering how long have you two been dating? If you don’t mind me asking” she asked sweetly pointed between Peter and (Y/N).

“For eight years.”she answered causing the sweet old lady to smile “Wow, eight years.. Sean they’ve been dating for eight years!” Sean must be the name of her husband who was sitting across of her.

Peter and (Y/N) had started off as friends, and it turned into a cliché friends to lover’s ordeal. They started dating towards the end of sophomore year.

 “They must be high school sweethearts, like us.” Sean let out a small chuckle leaning over to pat Peter’s back “You still haven’t asked her to be your wife!” the old lady asked in disbelief causing a faint blush to paint Peter’s cheeks.

(Y/N) let out a small giggle at what she had said “No, not yet soon hopefully.” which was true, we’ve been dating for nearly eight years and the moment Peter pops the question I already know I’m gonna say yes.

“Well, my wife and I have been married for almost forty-five years, we were also high school sweethearts too, once we turned twenty-one we got married and had two beautiful kids.” Sean added in taking his wife’s hand into his smiling warmly at Peter and her.

Their waiter had came by with their check “Well, we should get going it was nice meeting you two! I wish nothing but happiness for the two of you and mr?” the old lady pointed at Peter “You better put a ring on this beautiful girl soon.” (Y/N) giggled at what the lady had said as she and her husband excused themselves from their table.

After lunch the first store the two had stopped by was Victoria’s secret, Peter wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist pulling her closer into his embrace resting his chin on her shoulder. 

This was something Peter loved, just being close to you. Even if you leave him for a few seconds he would make a big fuss out of it, which is the cutest thing ever. His cheeks would be tinted a light pink and his lower lip slightly pouted whenever you weren’t close to him. He was the cutest.

(Y/N) ran her hand over the rosey-nude satin babydoll piece, tracing the lace details over the breast area a small smirk tugged at her glossed lips. Picking up the babydoll piece unwrapping Peter’s arms from around her waist to lacing her hand with his.

Once (Y/N) got to the dressing room Peter sat on one of the benches outside, she waited for a few minutes for the sales-person to leave the dressing room peeking her head outside to usher Peter into the room. It was a good thing she gave me one of the bigger rooms that was in the corner, Peter sat on the long bench staring at my beautiful figure.

(Y/N) gave him a little spin “So what do you think bub? Do you like it?” she looked into the mirror watching Peter’s body language change. Turning on her heels she moved to straddle his lap brushing her freshly manicured nails thanks to Peter for bringing her to get them done yesterday through his curls.

“Do you not like it?” (Y/N) asked in a feign tone knowing what she was doing to him well another part of him. She pressed a kiss to his clenched jaw slowly moving down to his neck.

“Mmhm, Peter you’re making me really sad. Do you not like it?” (Y/N) pulled away from his neck to meet Peter’s no longer chocolate brown eyes but what seemed to be blown out black clouded with lust.

The lighting in the room was a bit dim and it made the situation even better. Peter’s hands trailed to your hair grabbing a handful before tugging at it slightly, a small gasp left my lips “Of course I like, no love it kitten. This is strike two by the way. Get dressed, we’re buying this and then we’re leaving.” Peter’s voice dripped with dominance causing a small whimper to leave my lips.

“But we didn’t get to continue shopping! This was our first stop.” (Y/N) whined pouting lightly only to earn a small slap to her right butt cheek 

“Well you shouldn’t have pulled this little stunt kitten, if you didn’t we could’ve been on our way. Now hurry up and get dressed.” Peter lifted you from his lap placing you onto the empty spot on the bench. She watched Peter exit the dressing room, huffing lightly before letting out a squeal.

Peter clung onto her wrapping his arms around her waist swaying them from side to side as they waited in line, (Y/N) reached up running her hands through his hair tugging at it lightly. A small moan echoed in (Y/N) ears, the feeling of Peter’s hot breath caused the hairs on the nape of her neck to rise. 

She pressed her back closer to Peter’s chest swaying her lips slowly, “Next!” the cashier called causing (Y/N) to pull away lightly taken his hands in her’s. Peter pulled out his wallet awaiting the total, he watched (Y/N) trace the veins that on his hands while her head rest against his bicep.

“Did anyone help you today?” The cashier questioned while folding the new piece that would only end up on the ground. 

“No, but it’s okay we just came for one thing.” (Y/N) answered giving the worker a warm smile, maybe if Peter let her look around more a worker would’ve came to help her. 

“Your total is $83.15, will it be debit or credit?” 

“Debit.”

Peter inserted his card waiting for it to beep in approval so he could remove it and enter his pin onto the keypad, once the receipt was printed out she placed it into the bag and handed it over the counter. 

“Have a great rest of your day!” 

“You too.” 

Peter took the bag from the counter holding it in his left hand, (Y/N) smiled widely leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek “Thank you bub.” Peter smiled bringing their intwined hands to his lips pressing a kiss onto the back of her hand. 

This is what she loved about Peter, he can be the sweetest, most innocent man to most people who say them out together. But when if she crossed the line, which she enjoyed doing way too often, she’d get the side of Peter no one has seen nor knew he had. 

I guess when it come’s to having a girl’s night and a super-hero boyfriend, you may never know when he could drop by. (Y/N) had gone out with a couple of her college friends, they were hanging out in the out door area of the bar Vivian had picked. 

They first talked about how their lives were then moved onto their relationships, they had met Peter before it was more of an unannounced meeting due to them walking in on the two going at it.

“So how are you and Parker’s sex life?”

(Y/N) shrugged lightly lifting her glass of red wine to her lips, “It’s good, oh god he’s good it’s just so...vanilla.”

What she didn’t know was Peter was currently hanging out on the roof of that bar listening in on their conversation, it was unintentional he was swinging by and saw his girlfriend so he decided to stop.

“I just want him to be a little more rough. Take control. I want him to choke me, edge me, fucking hell tie my hands up. I just want something, different. Something new.”

He gave it a couple of days, (Y/N) was in one her moods one night where you’re just annoyed for literally no reason? Yeah she was in that mood so Peter, being the good didn’t mean to eavesdrop boyfriend he is, decided to fulfill what she wanted. 

Using his web-shooter to hold her hands against the head board, brought her to her climax but easily denied her to have any release saying she had to beg for it. That night her head was spinning, in a good way of course. It felt so good, so right.

So ever since then, if she overstepped the line. That’s the Peter she’d get.

“Bub please? Can we stop at one more store?” (Y/N) pouted, she just wanted to stop by Sephora for some face mask. Just one store, then they could be on their way.

“Maybe tomorrow love okay? I was planning on cooking pasta for us tonight.” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “It’s just one more store was harm could it do.” she mumbled under her breath hoping Peter didn’t hear what she just said. He did though, he heard it loud and clear. 

Peter didn’t bring it up though, they drove home. He cooked dinner and now here they are sitting across from one another. (Y/N) had taken a nap when they got home leaving Peter to cook dinner in silence with a bottle of red wine opened for the two to share. 

“Thank you for taking me shopping today.. and for dinner.” 

Peter hummed in response pushing his chair back and waving (Y/N) over to come seat on his lap which she gladly obliged. She wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a small smile as he wrapped one his left arm around her waist. He pushed back the pieces of hair that fell onto her face behind her ear, resting his palm against her left cheek.

“You know love, I thought that you wouldn’t need to be punished. Especially since I just bought a cute piece to add to your collection. But, what did you say earlier when I told you we can continue to shop tomorrow?”

(Y/N) squirmed around lightly allowing her gaze to fall to his lap, fucking hell he did hear what she had to say. It was a harmless comment. 

“It’s just one store, what harm can it do.” she mumbled just above her breath causing Peter to tap her chin lightly, bringing her gaze back to her loving boyfriend. 

“Use your big girl voice love.”

“It’s just one store, what harm can it do.”

Peter gave her a chaste kiss brushing his thumb against her cheekbone, "Go wait for me, you know what to do.” tonight was going to be different. (Y/N) enjoyed her punishment’s, as much as she told Peter to stop she didn’t mean it. If she did, she should’ve said their safe word instead. Tonight he’d give her a small taste of Vanilla. 

(Y/N) sat on their king sized bed, she propped her arms up against the headboard expecting Peter to hold them in place using his webshooter. She watched as her boyfriend walked into their room with two glasses of their unfinished wine.

She could see the lust in his eyes, and how the devil was currently dancing behind those once beautiful chocolate eyes.

The air was thick with tension, Peter hummed lightly taking in the sight of how the moonlight kissed her naked skin oh how beautiful she looked. He began to stalk closer to her, placing his wine glass on the night stand. 

He held (Y/N) glass close to her lips, she parted them lightly allowing the berried flavor liquid to pass her lips. Peter tilted the glass a little too much, on purpose watching the red liquid trail down her neck to the valley of her breast.

“Oh, let me clean that up for you love.” 

(Y/N) watched Peter kitten lick the red liquid, his hot breath and the cool liquid against her now hot skin. This was new, the feeling of Peter slowly cleaning up the wine from her chest, swirling his tongue around your now hard bud. Using his free hand to tease your left breast. 

He pulled away with a smirk, “There all better, did you enjoy that my love?” (Y/N) nodded eagerly leaning forward to capture his lips. Peter took a handful of her hair tugging it back lightly, he was still aware of his strength and knew if he was hurting her or not. 

“I-I deserve thirty spankings daddy, on each cheek.” (Y/N) said breathlessly, she kept her hands on her side waiting for further instructions if she could touch Peter or not. 

Peter sighed placing his right hand on her cheek, she kissed his inner palm nuzzling her cheek into his hand staring up at him with big doe eyes.

“None of that tonight, why don’t you ride my thigh hm?”

(Y/N) watched as her boyfriend moved to sit against the headboard, this wasn’t how her punishment was suppose to go. She’d get a few slapping, Peter enjoyed the sight of his hand print on her ass though he knew not to go too far with it. 

Usually Peter would use her vibrator and would web her legs down to the leg of the bed along with hands. He’d just hold the vibrator against her clit bringing her to the edge over and over only to pull the vibrator away at the last minute.

She moved to straddle his thigh, she could feel herself dripping down her thigh. Slowly she sat on Peter’s clothed thigh, “D-daddy? May I place my hand’s on your shoulder?” he gave her a hum in approval watching her steady herself then began to grind against his thigh.

The rough fabric from his jeans made her bite back a moan at the amount of pleasure it was giving her, Peter didn’t say if she could be loud her not. Usually he’d tell her if she made any noise, they’d have to start over.

He moved his hands to her hips guiding her movements, “Be loud for me my love.” a loud cry passed her lips oh that was music to his ears. It was beyond beautiful, she was beyond beautiful. Peter noticed as she began to rock her hips faster watching her face contour in pure pleasure, her breathing became rigid.

Peter leaned forward peppering a few kisses onto her chest, “C’mon cum for me.” he encouraged rubbing her back to assure her that it was okay for her to cum. And so she did, she slowly rode out her high Peter lifted her off his thigh she had left a mark on his jeans. 

“You can give me a few more right love? If not, just say the word.” (Y/N) knew what he meant, if the pleasure soon turned into pain don’t hesitate to say the safe word.

He kissed her inner thigh lightly blowing onto her throbbing clit wasting no time to suck on it harshly earning a loud cry from (Y/N), she felt her breath catch in her throat when Peter began to pump two fingers in and out of her wet hole. When Peter moaned against her clit the vibration made it even more better, and the way he curled his fingers to hit the right spot made her see stars.

Night’s when Peter was out watching over New York and she was feeling sexually frustrated she’d touch herself, but it never compared to Peter. How his fingers were longer and thicker than her’s and how it just made her head spin.

He used his free hand to press against her lower stomach lightly, pulling away from her clit with a pop not stopping his movements with his finger’s.

“I know you can give me a few more love, c’mon now.” 

(Y/N) squealed lightly her chest rising and falling trying to grasp some sort of air. She couldn’t find the words to answer, all she could do was moan at the pleasure. The familiar knot in her stomach tightened as her toes curled, she mindlessly rolled her hips on his fingers “C’mon love, don’t be shy cum for me.” 

Peter helped her ride out her second high of the night he sucked on her juices humming at the sweet and saltiness mixed with the wine, “Sweet as always. How about two more love?” (Y/N) eye’s widened, two more? He was being too generous. He’d would barley let her cum once.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

She watched Peter walk into the closet and walked out with a vibrator placing it on the bed. Then he moved the floor mirror right at the foot of the bed, Peter sat back on the bed with his legs open enough for her to sit in-between. 

“I want you to look at how beautiful you are when you’re being pleasured.” Peter whispered trailing the vibrator down her body till it rested where it was needed the most. His chin rested on her shoulder watching her eyes flutter lightly when he cranked up the power. 

The room echoed with her moan’s and pants, Peter wrapped his free hand around her throat squeezing the sides lightly “Keep those eye’s open.” his voice was raspy and full of dominance. (Y/N) stared at the mirror keeping eye contact with Peter at all times causing his grip to loosen, he pressed a kiss to her neck mumbling “Good girl.” 

She reached for Peter’s wrist, unsure if she could handle another orgasm. Her head was spinning and it was already hard enough to keep her eyes open.

“You can do it love, just let go. I won’t be mad.” 

(Y/N) covered her mouth muffling her screams lightly throwing her head back, she could have sworn she could see the stars. The vibrator was cranked down to the lowest level and then it was off, Peter tossed it onto the floor peppering kisses onto her shoulder.

“You’ve been so good for me so far? Hm? My good girl.”

She hummed in response “Your good girl.” Peter moved her to lay onto the pillow moving off the bed to discard of his clothing freeing his hard length. 

“Peter?” (Y/N) whispered watching him search the draw for a condom, “C-can you go without a condom? I’m on the pill.” This was going to the first time they had foregone the condom, they would always used protection as said by May she didn’t want any babies to watch after just yet.

He kissed her slowly before slowly pushing in without warning causing (Y/N) to choke on her breath eyes rolling back in pleasure. Peter gripped onto the headboard, he groaned loudly leaning down to kiss her neck sweetly. She felt pure ecstasy, she screamed when Peter hit a certain spot. 

“Oh right there?”

He moved his hand to wrap around her throat apply light pressure, this sent her over the edge. The way the tip of his length brushed against her g-spot and Peter choking her made her body feel like it was on fire, a strangled moan passed her lips. 

“C’mon love, be a good girl for daddy.” Peter cooed allowing her to reach her climax once more, (Y/N) tried to hold it back for a few seconds not wanting to give in. She could see how Peter was beginning to get a bit sloppy, he was close to but she wanted him to cum first.

“Don’t hold back love.”

(Y/N) reached her high for the fourth time that night. Peter following closely behind removing his hand from her throat to kiss her sweetly. Riding out each other’s high before Peter pulled out and laid next to her.

The room was filled with their heavy breathing, it was silent for a few minutes.

“I’ll run you a bath love, are you okay? Was it too much?”

(Y/N) shook her head lightly allowing her eyes to flutter shut for a second, “No, it was perfect Peter.” he lifted her into his arms walking over to their shared bathroom placing her to sit upright on the counter and ran the bath. 

She went to use the toilet then got into the bath with him, her back against his chest. 

“I promise I’ll take you to the mall again tomorrow.” 

“No, no it’s okay. I just want to stay in and cuddle.. pretty sure I’ll be sore for a week or two.”

Peter pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “I love you.” (Y/N) turned around placing her hands on his cheek’s. This is why she loved him, no matter how he was in bed he was always so sweet and caring. 

“I love you too.”

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