#my shelf is a mess and I need to rearrange it but come on these guys all look so good together 😆😆

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 4 - A quick fix

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 3 -- Part 5

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x OFC (Genevieve Lennox)

Summary: When the Econ professor finds out about Napoleon and Walker's illegal side hustle, someone has to fix this mess...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ , Minors DNI! Age gap (Leon is in his 20s and Gen is in her 40s), a very much NOT OK teacher-student relationship, blackmail (100% definitely. Bad Leon. Bad.), p-in-v (they use a condom though, so that's one redeeming factor, maybe...), fingering, semi-publix sex (? It's a locked office, but it's still an office...), Do I need to make it clear again that he fucks a teacher? I think it's clear at this point.

Word count: 3.1 k

A/N: In case you skipped the warnings; Leon fucks a teacher. Now that's not okay - he knows that, that's why he does it. Lots of questionable things going on here. I'm trying to reason with Leon that this shouldn't be the beginning of a very wrong affair, but these characters live rent free in my head and I just write out their shenanigans. There really isn't much I can do. I'm sorry...

“Solo.” Gruff, annoyed and typically Walker. Napoleon looked up from the pile of books and documents that were fanned out on the desk in front of him at the man who casually stood in the doorway of his room, leaning against the frame as the embodiment of indifference. “We have a problem.” He stepped into the room and shut the heavy wooden door behind him a little harder than strictly necessary.

“Sounds serious,” Napoleon faked a yawn and turned his attention back to whatever he’d been doing. 

“It is serious,” Walker growled. It didn’t seem to impress the man at the desk much. August found himself seething at the nonchalance of his associate. “Could you tear your eyes away from your naked ladies for a second and fucking listen, please.” Napoleon looked up at him with raised eyebrows and scoffed. While shaking his head, he turned back to the painting he had been looking at. 

“I think reducing Baroque art to ‘naked ladies’ is below even you, Walker,” he slammed the book shut and picked it up to put it back on the shelf behind him. “But I’m curious to find out what has you so desperate for my attention.”

“Marshall.” August snarled through clenched teeth. “He snitched.” The heavy book slipped from Napoleon’s fingers and fell. 

“Motherf…” He caught it in the nick of time and slammed it down on the desk so hard he actually startled August. “Next time, lead with that, would you?” 

“Next time? Let’s make sure there is no next time, Solo.” Napoleon wasn’t quite sure whether Walker meant they should go about their efforts more carefully in the future, or if he was suggesting murder, but right now, he didn’t give a rat’s ass. 

“What do you know?” Napoleon asked, running a hand through his hair, voice dripping with desolation. He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. “What does he know?” He started clearing away papers and gestured to the armchair that stood on the other side of the desk. 

“Sit, would you?” It was an instruction rather than an invitation, which August would have found annoying, had it come from anyone other than Leon. The thought made him chuckle. 

“Did you just laugh?” Napoleon asked in disbelief. 

“Hardly.” August scowled. “Maybe after rearranging Marshall’s face.” His voice was too light for such a grim message. 

“We can get back to that, later.” Though violence wasn’t his preferred modus operandi, Napoleon couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to knock Marshall down a peg. “I’m going to need some more information.”

“Econ,” Walker groaned. “Fucker talked to Lennox. No idea what he told her. Or how much.”

“Lennox,” Napoleon pondered, “could be worse. Do you know if he named us?” He liked to think Marshall wouldn’t go that far, they were friends after all. Walker shrugged: he didn’t know either. 

“This may sound like a radical idea, but what if we just ask him?” Napoleon said. “Provided you can manage to not punch him in the dick.” 

“I can promise I’ll try.” This time, Walker did laugh. 

“Take your fucking hands off me, Walker, or so help me God!” 

“Fucking hell, August, that lasted all of two seconds.” Deep down, Napoleon had known he should be the one doing the talking. August Walker did not deal in subtlety. It usually didn’t matter: he had plenty of other qualities that had been invaluable for keeping their little operation in business. He shared Napoleon’s keen mind - though perhaps a bit more insidious - and his creativity, stealth and, if need be, his charm, but damn it, was he quick to fly off the handle. “Let go, Walker. Listen, Marshall, we’re not looking for a fight…” 

“Have you told him that?” Marshall asked while straightening his sweater. 

“Just tell us what you told Lennox, Marshall.” August said gruffly. 

“Told Lennox about what, Walker?” It was hardly a provocation, but Walker had Marshall pinned back against the wall within seconds. 

“August!” It was as if the clouds broke and the sun shone down upon them once more, so angelic was that voice and so heavenly the timing of its owner. “Let go.” She said it in a tone so icy that it could have frozen the pits of hell. Marshall, who had enough experience with Walker to know not to provoke him and enough experience with the irate woman who now stormed up the stairs to know that August might actually listen to her, made every effort to stand still and do nothing. Sure enough, Walker’s grip on Marshall’s sweater once again loosened. 

“So, now that no one is in any mortal danger,” Napoleon said casually, “my office, Marshall, please.” He gestured to his room. Marshall heeded the request without further complaints. Walker followed the both of them, leaning against the wall next to the door, seemingly unable to calm down.

“It appears Lennox knows more than she should, and Walker seems convinced you’re involved in that, somehow.” Leon said with a vague gesture to August.

“Liz Keene came over to ask me about a term paper for econ, in the hallway. Lennox must have overheard. That’s the only thing I can think of.” His answer seemed genuine, so Leon decided to believe him.

“Am I free to go?” Marshall growled, his voice drenched with - arguably justifiable - hostility and signature British sarcasm, before rising from his seat. Napoleon mouthed a silent apology to Walter, who just nodded in reply. He knew August, and he’d forgive him - eventually. Leon got up and pulled his coat off the hook by the door.  

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, Solo?” Walker asked in disbelief.

“I’m going to fix this, Walker,” he snapped back, “Don’t wait up.” 

"Professor Lennox, allow me!" Leon opened the door. Genevieve Lennox’ head peeked from behind a large stack of papers. "Can I help you with those?" Without waiting for an answer, he took some of the papers off the top. 

"Thank you, mister Solo," she said ungratefully, "but I am more than capable of carrying those myself." This was going to be harder than he'd anticipated. 

"I don't doubt it," he said, showing no intention of putting the papers back, "but please, humor me, miss Lennox."

"That's doctor Lennox to you, mister Solo."

"Call me Leon, doctor Lennox." He said with a sly smile on his face. The pair resumed Lennox' earlier route to her office.

"After you, doctor," Napoleon said, gesturing at the professor to step into her office. 

"How kind of you to invite me into my own office, Leon," professor Lennox said through gritted teeth. Despite her objections, she stepped into the room and placed the papers on the file cabinet. Napoleon followed her in, allowing the door to fall shut behind him. 

"Now that I have you here," Genevieve said as she sat down in the chair behind her desk, "what is this I hear about your... extracurricular endeavors?"

Here we go, he thought. From the way she spoke, he could tell that there was a possibility that she would be harder to sway than he had initially expected. He walked over to the side of the desk and half-sat on it. She looked up at him with one cocked eyebrow; Napoleon’s reputation preceded him, yet she’d never expected this level of insolence. 

"Whatever are you referring to, professor?" Napoleon could feign innocence the way a fish could feign the ability to fly: not at all. Genevieve didn't believe a word the man was saying. Besides, she had clearly overheard the conversation between Walter Marshall and Elizabeth Keene. No, she most definitely wasn't intent on swaying on the matter, no matter his devilish tactics. He, on the other hand, had to get to the bottom of this, and he really didn’t consider a recent divorcée much of an obstacle.

Genevieve looked up at the charming young man who sat so boldly on her desk. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to calm her heart. This man, with his charming ways and effortlessly seductive smile, had the expected effect on most of the female staff - though most of them were easily twenty years his senior. It was the university’s worst kept secret that a fair amount of faculty members would spread their legs for the man without a second thought - and rumor had it that some of them had. Genevieve had never considered herself one of those ladies. But now that he was here, leaning against her desk with his thigh slung so haphazardly over it - a strong, thick thigh that made her mind run wild... 

"Mister Solo, please sit down." She gestured to an empty chair in the office. He sunk down in it, and before Genevieve could be glad to be rid of his thigh in her near vicinity, he allowed his knees to fall to the sides slightly, which drew her attention to even more inappropriate places. 

"Now, doctor Lennox, what exactly are you accusing me of?"

"I am not accusing you of anything, mister Solo," Genevieve managed to choke out despite being otherwise engaged, "I am only relaying what I have heard."

"Gossip, miss Lennox, is hardly evidence for any illicit activity." He got up and leaned over her desk, eyes locked on hers. "I doubt anyone will take such accusations seriously. Perhaps they will not be without consequences, either."

"Are you threatening me, Napoleon?"

"Nothing of the sort, Genevieve," Napoleon said, the grin on his face widening. "I am simply pointing out that hearsay is never as good as firsthand experience." Everything about that sentence was dripping with innuendo. He could almost hear her heart pound in her chest from where he was standing. He walked around the desk, slowly, watching her turn her chair to follow him. She got up before he got to her, almost falling back into the chair as she hit it when she took a step back - Napoleon settled on standing just that little bit too close to her. 

"Mister Solo, this is entirely inappropriate." She pushed the chair out of the way while taking another step back. Step by step, he backed her against the wall of her office. 

When his name left her lips once again, it was no more than a whisper. "Napoleon..." Their bodies were almost touching, she had no prayer of escaping him: if he wanted her, she was his, though she doubted he was that brutish. It was a matter of seconds before their lips touched - he could have sworn she was the one who kissed him. Near-immediately, she pulled away. 

"Napoleon, we can't." She whispered before he pressed his lips against hers again. 

"We shouldn't." This time, it was a moan rather than a whisper. 

"Tell me to stop," Napoleon said softly in her ear, "ask me to leave, and I will." She couldn't bring herself to do it no matter how much she knew she should. With every passing second the heat between her legs grew and she longed for the touch of the young man before her more and more. This time, she pressed her lips to his, and it was her who trailed her tongue along his lips, begging for entrance. He let her in, and as the passion in their kisses grew, so did her arousal - and his, though he wasn't one to let that be known too easily. His hands found her waist and held her firmly against the wall, his lips sought out her neck. She moaned with pleasure as he traced soft kisses from her neck to her collarbone. A strong hand kneaded her ass while the other opened the buttons of her blouse, revealing a sheer lace bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric; she winced when he ran a thumb over one. Soft kisses and licks created a wet trail down her chest to her generous cleavage, where they were replaced by sucking and nibbling - sometimes gentle but more often enticingly rough. The hand on her behind began to push her skirt up until it sat around her hips before reaching between their bodies and slipping into her underwear. She pressed her mound against his hand, wanting nothing more than for him to continue exploring her body in the most intimate ways. She whimpered when his fingers slid down, parting her folds, granting him access to her wet slit. The fabric of her bra got pushed down so his mouth could envelop her nipple, and Napoleon relished her whines and moans as he circled it with his tongue. Every fiber in her body screamed at her that they should stop, that this was wrong - she was a teacher, for crying out loud - but she couldn't bring herself to break away from his touch.

Never before had any man made her feel like this - least of all her son of a bitch ex-husband. Hell, she was just taking a page from his playbook. He'd gone public with that little skank of his the day after her graduation - their divorce hadn't even been finalized! It was obvious they'd been having an affair while she was still his student, and yet he had still managed to get tenure. The little bitch had even had the audacity to apply for a post-graduate position with hér research team! She…

Napoleon's teeth clamped around her nipple, which dragged her away from her thoughts. Slowly, so incredibly slowly that she thought she might pass out from eagerness, two of his fingers worked their way inside her core and sought out that precious spot inside of her that made her squirm. It took him seconds - séconds! Her ex-h... 

"Stop thinking about him," Napoleon hummed against her chest as he lifted her leg to his hip to give him easier access. From his tone sprang amusement, so too from his eyes and devilish smile. His fingers worked her drenched cunt furiously while his thumb rolled over her clit. When she reached her peak, she pulled his face to hers - a wise choice, as it muffled the sounds of her ecstasy just enough to not be audible from outside the office. 

When he pulled away, she stopped him and trailed a long nail down his chest, over his stomach and down to his hips before cupping the bulge in his trousers with her hand. 

"What about you?" She asked, with the most suggestive of looks in her dark eyes. 

"It's alright, you deserved that." He couldn't help but play with her a little, though his words weren't completely insincere. 

"I want you, Leon," her words were music to his ears, but he pretended to hesitate for a second. It was more than enough. 

"Please, take me," she panted. This was exactly how he liked them; desperate and begging - and she'd been halfway there when he got here. He sighed. 

"Lock the door." He watched as Lennox pulled her skirt down and her blouse so that it looked somewhat decent and hurried to the door to turn the lock. Meanwhile, he rummaged around in his bag for a condom - this woman may have been over forty, he wasn't taking any chances. When he got up, she immediately took his face in her hands and shoved her mouth against his, kissing him frantically as she pushed him into her desk. Her neediness was almost funny to him, but he felt bad for her at the same time. He banned those thoughts from his head; he wasn't here to convince himself that he was doing this for her. He was here because it was his ass - and Walker's, though he wasn’t particularly keen on thinking about him too much right now - on the line. She sucked on his bottom lip while her hands were busy with his belt. When she finally pulled his trousers and underwear down, and his cock sprang free, she gasped. It was a familiar reaction; most women responded this way - except the ones who later turned out to have already had a run-in with Charles, and that was a surprisingly large category. Rumor had it that he was blessed with similar equipment, though Napoleon couldn't testify to that. He took advantage of her stupor to turn both of them around and put her up on the edge of the desk. Genevieve tried to pull him against her as soon as he let go of her, but he held her off, nonchalantly waving the condom in front of her. 

"I don't think we need a scandal," he chuckled at her. He put it on like he'd done it a hundred times before - he had - and teased her cunt with his tip. 

"Please," she mouthed, barely able to produce a sound. Leon raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. "Fuck me." He didn't make her ask a second time. He pulled her panties to the side with one hand and guided his cock to her throbbing core with the other. He covered her mouth with his hand as a precaution - a sound choice, because when he slid into her, she couldn't stifle a cry. To his surprise, he had quite a lot of trouble keeping quiet himself. 

"Fuck, that's good," he groaned as he sank into her with ease, using one hand to push his trousers further down his thighs to prevent her soaking pussy from making a mess of them. He started off slow, but soon found that there was no need to - other than the wish to drag this out, but given the precariousness of the situation, he couldn't wait for it to be over no matter how good it was. He kept his hand on her mouth as she squealed every time he thrust deep into her dripping core. She shot him a guilty look when her hand moved in between their bodies to relieve the ever growing ache between her legs. 

"Go ahead, help yourself," he moaned into her ear. As her fingers began to draw swift circles around her swollen clit, he picked up his pace, driving himself deep into her with every thrust of his hips. Her hand, his cock and those perfect lips latched onto her nipple were the perfect recipe for a swift and easy journey to heavenly bliss. She tumbled down as he continued his relentless pace, allowing the clenching of her walls to guide him to his own climax. He finished just as she was about to beg him to stop because she simply couldn’t take any more, allowing himself a swift moment to catch his breath before the both of them got caught up in hastily tucking in and buttoning all the things that had been untucked and unbuttoned.  “I trust we can keep this between us, doctor Lennox,” and with a wink, he disappeared.

-> Part 5

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[dollsonmain]

Photos over the course of the morning:

So, this is the space I have to work with. The only thing I can think of why Rolly would have installed an over-large toilet in the basement bathroom is that he liked to sit there to poop and didn’t want his dangle touching the rim.

It’s very much in the way.

I NEED counter space to work, so moved some stuff around and added a tiny shelving unit that just barely fits into the space between the sink and the wall. The sink leaks so I keep the faux drawer front off of the front of the cabinet...

Wrangled a bench under there for extra storage space. The bench is wider than the table so doesn’t exactly fit.

There’s ONE power outlet. It is a small bathroom. It’s very funny to me that Scott was just shaking his head at his father having run power strips around the bathroom and here I am stuck doing the same thing. Mine’s not zip-tied to the wall, though, and the outlet part isn’t right above the sink. It’s on the back of the too-big toilet. I don’t like having a toilet in my workspace, but no one ever uses it, so it’s just a bowl of blue water. I flush it now and then to keep it fresher and that’s it.

But then I took my small utility carts down there and had to move the table and bench again to make room. I do prefer the table not cutting off half the walkway.

Drying rack is back in the shower. I have to be very careful what I put in the shower because it can and did leak. I also can’t put anything over the back of the toilet because I need to be able to access it if it starts leaking again.

I took out the toilet paper holder and the towel rack because both were in the way. I should take down the shower rod. It’s just tension and installed crooked, but everything I take down reveals lots and lots of holes and missing paint. Rolly didn’t take them down to paint (and apparently doesn’t know how to decide where to drill a hole for a screw swiss cheese walls what the fuck), and I didn’t, either when I repainted.

BUT Pony Cart also needed to go in there, which meant the table and shelf had to come out, and that sucks because that’s all of the counter space. I NEED counter space. I’m used to having an approx 1ft by 1.5ft segment of counter space.

If I hadn’t depressed enough at this point because I’m having to cram myself into a windowless bathroom, I was then. I’m claustrophobic. This was unpleasant.

Right now this is all the workspace I have. If I were able I’d get and install a different sink vanity thing that had some counter space. I can’t do that because money. I was going to put all of my bottles of T.A. on the bottom of this shelf thing but I don’t think it can take the weight, tbh. They’ll go in the shower.

Rearranged a little, again, and that’s better. Dehumidifier will probably be on top of that gold plastic table there, with the hose pointing at the shower drain which is just below it.

I need to take the pony bins down, still, and clean up the kitchen because I’ve made a mess up there dumping things off of workstations to get to the furniture.

I also need to find a place to store the small appliances when they’re not in use. I was keeping the mini crock pot and ozone generator on the table in there, but it’s gone. I’ll need to take my electric kettle down, too. It’s ONLY used for doll and pony hair.

I’m tired. It’s all futile. I comply here, he starts poking his nose elsewhere shrinking and shrinking my space.

Obviously, all work is off until the dehumidifer gets here or else the basement will explode into mold again.

Removing the resin jugs did immediately improve the air quality. Those are out in the garage.

I still need to move the SunBox down, two large and one medium storage unit, all of my dolls, and my computer and things (I’m not sure there even are enough outlets down there to accommodate my computer, not that I really trust Rolly’s electrical work), which I guess will go where the unused sewing machine is.

Act like my stuff is unwelcome in his space, see how he likes having no me near him at all.

[moshintheteagaiwan]

T. Kettle Part 10: Display Staging & The Wedding

I was none too happy with someone new coming to my store to do display staging. For months now this has been my responsibility and my layouts had been given excellent reviews from upper management. I had turned this store into one of the top rated stores in the company. Besides the gigantic malls, we had the highest sales of all store locations. What could I do though? I had no choice and so I waited for dreadful hour when the new staging rep would arrive. From the moment she walked and I introduced myself I wasn’t impressed. She was a bit stand offish and immediately gave that impression of “what I say goes”.

She began tearing down shelf displays and dropping merchandise everywhere she could. It was covering the counters, the floor, the back counters, and everywhere in between. And all this while customers were coming in trying to browse, but were met with an unruly mess. You see she was not there just to adjust our displays but to create all new displays for which all store would be modelled off of. Issue was that not only had she never been to any of the other stores, she was also not aware that not all stores has differing product, display bays and shelving set ups. I tried to explain to her how certain things might work here but not for other stores but she had no interest in hearing it.

She spent over five hours tearing apart displays, reconstructing them, and then tearing them down again. And she also had me assisting here to do this while I also tried to deal with customers. It was clear she had no real idea of what she was getting into or what was available. I remember she has me drag out this massive old DavidsTea floor display stand to set up all the new Christmas tins on. I dragged the stand out onto the floor and she asked me leave it to her. We had around seven new tins to display and of the seven tins, three where red in colour.

She set up the tins on this round display so that one shelf had tins broken up by different colours but then decided that all red tins should be displayed side by side on one shelf. It goes without saying that this cause the three different tins to blend in which each other and hard to tell apart. She asked me what I thought of her display and I explained the issue with the colour layout. Unsurprisingly she didn’t understand what I meant. I had move things around on my own in order for her to understand the issue and even then it wasn’t sinking in. But finally after several hours of this back and forth nonsense she was done and my shift was over!

Admittedly and rearranged some things the next day.

Christmas shopping was starting of slowly this year due to Covid which was understandable. It was so nice to have the hours available to not only have a proper team, but to also have someone to work with and lunch break relief. Prior to the Christmas season, with only three teams member including myself, and only enough hours to staff equal to the number of hours the mall was open, I often worked full day alone. Because of how I was forced to schedule, at least four days a week I would work alone from open till close, and would have to close the store in order to take any kind of break.

I hated these times, especially through the week as it got quite lonely at times. It worked out so that I didn’t work weekend because I worked most of the week alone, and my other team members had more availability in weekends due to school. The company wanted managers to work all weekend, but due to the circumstances surrounding scheduling I said no. And because our store non the less was a high sales store, upper management usually left me alone about it. Now I could work a full shift with a partner to keep me company and keep the store running for lunch breaks.

I was glad I had such a knowledgeable and strong team behind me because I needed to leave the store for a week during busy season to get married. My original team members were amazing at picking up the ball and keeping operations running smooth while I was away. However, if you could believe it I got a call on the day of my wedding from an operations rep wanting to discuss an issue at the store. Apparently the day after I had left for my wedding, upper management had asked the manager on duty to make up eight $100 gift cards, and that someone would be coming to get them. The manager on duty did this as instructed. When the person arrived at the store, the manager had them pay for the gift cards and handed them over. However, this person was not told nor instructed not to charge this mystery person for these cards and upper management wasn’t happy.

I explained the this rep that not only was I unaware of this incident, but that I was about to get married, and has informed the company of this months ago, and asked why I was being contacted. I could tell the rep was red in the face and she quickly apologized and hung up. Thankfully I never heard from the again during the rest of the time I was away. I later learned they contacted the manager on duty and had them do a full $800 refund and that our store numbers would be affected by it even though this was a company error.

Beyond this and the occasional scheduling issue with the seasonal staff, the Christmas season went great. We sold out of promotional gift offers, our Christmas teas were big sellers, and our sales were in the top two almost weekly. It was wonderful being back in that Christmas shopping environment. Sadly though it would be my last...

#tea #teablr #loosetea #t-kettle #tkettle #t.kettle #teastore #christmas #christmas shopping

[melancholic-hues]

watch the flowers bloom, like my love for you.

posted on AO3

kafblade week 2024: prompt - alternate universe

fandom - honkai: star rail

rating - general audiences

warning - no warnings apply

category - f/m

pairings - blade/kafka

tags - kafblade week 2024 ; first meetings ; alternate universe ; flowershop au

word count - 624 words

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Yingxing is rearranging the in-season flowers when someone walks in.

He hears the bells jingling, signaling someone had walked in. He pauses, leaning out of the circle of pots placed on the ground to be moved onto the shelves to glance at the customer.

He almost drops the pot of purple-and-yellow pansies he is holding.

The woman is beautiful. She has magenta hair tied back into a low rose bun and eyes a similar, alluring color. He cannot explain what he feels, but he is immediately entranced by her.

“Hi,” the woman greets, voice honey and smooth and hypnotizing.

It takes him a moment to respond. When he does, his voice wavers. “Hello,” he stammers, then stands up and wipes his hands on his gardening apron. “What can I help you with today?”

She looks around the place, and Yingxing is acutely aware of the clutter. Flower petals over the floor, water spills on the ground and surfaces, an overabundance of vines and leaves that’ll need to be trimmed.

“I am looking for display flowers. Ones you can just stick in a vase on a table during important meetings,” she says, eyes meeting his.

Yingxing blinks and swallows the nervousness. He has a job to do, and getting nervous around a pretty woman is not professional.

He stands up and steps out of the circle. “Roses, then,” he mutters. He leads her over to the shop’s rose section, careful not to stumble over any stray bouquets on the floor, the area in full bloom with pinks and reds and oranges and yellows of different rose species. “The hybrid tea roses are in bloom. There are also the orchids in the front.”

The woman smiles at him, and he almost drops to his knees. “Thank you.”

“If you call me, I’ll…” His cheeks and neck flushes with red, almost matching some of the roses on display. “I meant, call me if you need help.”

The woman looks amused. He wants to kick himself for messing up in front of her. “I will.”

He nods and, after a moment’s pause, turns and walks back to continue organizing the flowers. He kneels on the ground for the lower shelves.

He stares at the sedums he’s holding. Looks up at the shelf they’re supposed to go on. Sedums mean peace and tranquility, in total contrast with how rapidly his heart is beating and how red he is.

This is abnormal for him. He is usually very collected and calm, and to turn an atrocious shade of red for a stranger — a customer, for Aeons sake — he doesn’t even know is ridiculous and foolish. It makes him feel like a schoolgirl crushing on a celebrity, young and naïve.

He finishes clipping the thorns off some of the flowers as the woman walks up to him holding a bouquet of common flowers. Pretty, like her, and ostentatious but not unique. Yeah, those will go well on a wide oval table in a tall glass vase during a two-hour-long meeting.

“Hi again,” she says, her voice slow and mesmerizing. “I’d like this, please.” She moves to grab her purse, but Yingxing shakes his head.

“It’s on the house. They’re quite pretty, like you.” He stands, fighting down the blush and miserably failing.

The woman smiles. He notes how… sad it looks.

He frowns. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, no, yes. Everything is alright. Thank you…” the woman hugs the bouquet of flowers closer to her.

“Yingxing,” he nods.

“Kafka. See you around town, Yingxing.” Kafka turns and heads for the door.

“Come again!” He calls after her.

“I will.” The door closes behind her, and the sound of bells jingling echo throughout the shop.

He accidentally snaps the stem of a flower.

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[zumpietoo]

My Weekish on Buy Nothing...

The desperation to ditch my table led me to try something ELSE a little over a week ago....and, I approached it with heavvvvyyyyyy skepticism....the person recommending it was my sister-in-law (who likes everything that she thinks she came up with), insisting she’d “found everything she could ever possibly need there”.....I can fully assure everybody.....ummm.....noooo....not even remotely.

But still, desperate, so I pursued it anyway.....

Thus far? Unsurprisingly, a verrryyyy mixed bag. And it seems that my smaller local group IS actually much better than the “no rules” one (tho I have ditched quite a few things there.....

It was still Craigslist that got my table gone.....(as always, patience and dealing with a lot of scammy aggravation will eventually yield somebody.....and I did appreciate they honored almost all my terms, even if today they DID try and get another two chairs outta me. I responded with a polite, but verrrryyyyy clear and firm “no”).

And, honestly? The purge boxes thus far haven’t moved much (apparently peeps will go whole hog if you do an individual offer of each, I can’t be bothered....take it, don’t take it....) and one of the peeps who showed up was entitled enough to leave a mess....dude, put it back in, WTF?

Also, largely and predictably, it’s a combo of moar peeps asking (especially in the no rules) AND a lot of the offers are kids’ things (I get that).....

But to summarize:

The Good

Actually this first one is beyond excellent----I asked for “help” in the form of somebody to come over with their circular saw and shave 3 inches off something I wanted to turn into a shelf for my armoire linen closet. I should qualify I made a point of noting this was a big ask, I understood, blah, blah, blah....Dude replied really fast he was happy to do it, came over last Saturday, done in 3 minutes, having a shelf, finally, made me fucking giddy. Offered a brownie and couldn’t thank him enough.

Alsooo, lady short on $$$ looking for, ideally, Mickey Mouse stuff for her little girl’s bday. I happened to be rearranging/cleaning my Disney guest room....what started as one thing, evolved into a whole bunch. She was super nice and appreciative....

I got (from, again, my local group) a couple of minor free things, but it was nice of them, etc. I made a point of thanking them afterwards....

The Bad:

I found a nearly untouched/full gallon of pink paint--plus another open one for a lady looking for “tween things”. I added in a pair of vintage vanity lamps I’d been thinking of ditching for awhile. I even put the almost full gallon in a box with topper that I’d had a recent paint purchase delivered in. I left her name on a piece of paper in the bag....when she approached, she texted, “did you make sure and seal everything up??” Which, dude, free, etc...She left trash in front of my house, tossed the paper back on the porch and since she did get paint on her hand from the open can, she left paint on my porch railing. No thank you afterwards anywhere....

Surprisingly local, the lady who left a mess after going thru the free boxes (really, you can’t put it back?)----even tho I was out beforehand, introduced myself and said I might be able to help in the fall with a different request she had (not anymoar!)

A young woman endlessly posting about being desperate for somebody to take her cats while she goes to Hawaii to secure housing.....this would be for 10 days minimum....granted, I wasn’t really all that anxious to do it, but I try to be a decent person, etc. I made a point of advising I have 6 cats and they’re varying level of jerk....and that I would keep her cats inside for safety reasons. Her reply, “well thanks but those are too many red flags” (yes, seriously, “red flags”).

A young woman desperately posting for anyyyyyy clothing, cuz soo desperate. Directed her to THAT purge pile, (we were about the same size and there was NEW stuff in there). She took like maybe 2 items, after having me check and double check that clothing was still there....

A lot of peeps with free asks (not just me) but expecting really pristine shit....one woman legit posted today about wanting a rug, but “would probably be really picky about it---hope that’s okay”. How astounding nobody’s replied yet!

So, all in all? I do like, locally, it overall creates a sense of community, but I also kinda think I’ll probably go back to just “free stuff” on craigslist/donating to the Vets for pick up, etc...

[aminiatureworld]

Disappearance II

Character: Albedo, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,149

Warnings: None

Premise: In which there is an argument and the reader disappears.

Author’s Note: Idk why I’ve characterized Albedo as a slob twice now. I guess I just think he’s the kind of person to become so engrossed in his research he just, never takes care of himself or his surroundings.

Also this was supposed to be two people but I procrastinated terribly so… here we are haha. Part three tomorrow.

Albedo

It was the third time this week that you had managed to spill his lab notes all over the floor, and frankly Albedo wasn’t sure if he could deal with it any longer.

“You’ve got a lot of papers strewn around,” you said, tone light and joking as you crouched to gather all the papers up.

“You’re the one that keeps bumping into things,” Albedo mumbled, crouching next to you to make sure that you put things back in order.

Seeing that you were putting things together haphazardly he snatched up the papers, frowning slightly as he went through the papers. Honestly, how could you mess up his system so much? As much as Albedo appreciated your interest in his work you were a Knight of Favonius, not a scientist, and as such your visits seemed to cause havoc more than anything else.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked, exasperation creeping into your tone.

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem, stressed. If you want I could pick up the papers on the tables and organize.”

“Don’t!”

“Albedo?” You leaned back slightly, as if surprised. For some reason that only made the alchemist more irritated.

“If you do that, you’ll just be creating more work for me. I’m very busy right now, I don’t have time to go back and fix your mistakes.”

“Mistakes?”

“It’s already enough that you keep spilling things all over the ground.”

“It’s not my fault that you leave your papers everywhere without even trying to keep them organized.”

“They are organized!”

“Well they certainly don’t look organized to me.”

“You just don’t understand. Besides, I’ve managed not to knock everything over.”

“You know, you’re insufferable when you get like this.”

“I’m not any different than usual.”

“I hope you don’t really think that,” you replied, tone clipped.

Standing up you turned towards the door. Though Albedo made a half-hearted call of your name you didn’t react, simply walking out of the room and slamming the door as hard as possible behind you.

Albedo didn’t even think of you the rest of the afternoon. Anger iced over his slight worry, replacing it with a burning sense of resentment. Your sudden departure stung, and, though it was admittedly childish, Albedo found himself determined not to worry about you.

Besides, you were simply an obstacle to his research at this point. Maybe it was better if you went off to cool your head somewhere, then he could finish up his work. That was what usually happened with other people anyways. Apprentices, clients, the occasional wandering alchemist; they all fluttered around him until he couldn’t stand it and then when they inevitably got fed up he’d finish his work. His relationship with you was still new, and though he couldn’t say that you were the same as all those people in his eyes, he really had no reason to think you would react in a different way.

The sun had gone down long before Albedo finally locked up for the night. It had taken him a good forty minutes to reorganize everything that had fallen, though admittedly most of that time was spent in angry silence. Now as Albedo walked down the streets, still busy with night activity, he wondered what might happen when he got home. He certainly wasn’t ready to apologize, even if his tone was a bit curt his words weren’t wrong; but he couldn’t exactly see you apologizing either. It was bound to be a tense evening. One Albedo was certainly not looking forward too.

All the lights were off in the apartment, something that struck Albedo as odd. Walking towards the kitchen he found a piece of paper crumpled up on the kitchen floor, though when he uncrumpled the paper he was met with eraser marks. Letting out a huff of impatience Albedo went to put some water on the stove. So this is how the evening was going to pass; you presumably at a friend’s house, Albedo in stony silence.

“How petty,” Albedo murmured.

He didn’t expect such a show of emotions from you, having come to the conclusion that you were quite the rational sort. Really, this was all too much. He had been in the right after all, even if he had been a bit cold about it. There was no reason to react in such a way. It was this mindset that carried Albedo through the rest of the evening and off to sleep. After all, it was better than the kernel of doubt that rested in the back of his head, that told him he was the one being callous.

You didn’t show up at the apartment or the lab the next day. Albedo buckled down to work, but by midday the irritation and anger that he’d been holding over were replaced by a deep sense of unease. Hurrying home after work he felt panic shoot through him at the sight of your home empty, nothing suggesting anyone had been there in the time he was at work.

It took all of Albedo’s willpower not to run out the door and go look for you. All the anger and irritation he had felt had been thrown out the window, replaced instead with an intense feeling of worry, and of the realization that his actions might bear actual consequences.

Tossing and turning in bed Albedo stared up at the empty ceiling. He had been certain he was in the right, even this morning. You were clumsy, you had been inconsiderate of his work, you were simply stubborn and petty. Now however he replayed your argument, your fight, over and over again. The more he did so the more he became aware of how harshly he’d acted; the more he wished you would simply appear in front of him so he could apologize. He wanted to go after you, wanted to let you know that he genuinely felt bad. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so, to go after you. After all, what if you didn’t want to see him? What if he just made things worse? Once more turning in bed Albedo sighed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d see you again. Tomorrow he’d make things better.

There was no sight of you tomorrow either. Albedo stood in his lab in stunned silence, heart hammering in his chest as he contemplated what this could possibly mean. Was this it then? Had he messed up that badly?

Staring around him Albedo noticed all the papers scattered this way and that on the tables and the desks. Seized by a sudden urge he scooped them all up, carrying them over to where he kept his files. A part of him jeered that it was too little too late, but still the alchemist didn’t stop until everything was filed away properly. Turning around to look at his desk he collected the dirty mugs and discarded equipment, putting them in the sink before turning around to pick through the no longer needed papers that still lay sprawled around the room. He didn’t stop for lunch, nor did he go to start back up on the experiment he was currently working on. Instead he kept picking up and putting away and rearranging. It was almost a ritual of some sort, and though it brought little relief, at least it finally brought distraction.

Still that distraction was shattered the minute Albedo stepped outside. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and the people of Mondstadt were still wandering around, enjoy the cool summer evening. Staring at the people around him, their eyes filled either with purpose or contentment, Albedo realized he couldn’t go home. He couldn’t face the empty apartment again. He thought that his anger would last longer, that he might go a week before feeling as if he burning from the inside out; but now he knew that that had been an arrogant, if somewhat funny, assumption. Turning away from the familiar path home he climbed up the steps of Mondstadt. He knew where he needed to go.

Walking up to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters Albedo was met with the sight of Eula, arms firmly crossed in front of her, faced even colder than usual. Hurrying over to your higher-up Albedo felt uncertainty bloom in his chest. Someone this seemed to bode ill.

“Eula?”

“Ah, the Head Alchemist. What do you wish to say to me?”

“Have you seen my partner?” Albedo paused, somewhat unwilling to reveal what had happened. “They haven’t been home for days, and I wondered if you knew where they might be staying.”

The look on Eula’s face was one of pure disbelief. “You, you don’t know what happened?” Her face shadowed over and she seemed to pull herself up. “If I were your partner, I would declare eternal vengeance for your idiocy. I don’t know what you’ve been doing Head Alchemist, but while you were off doing whatever it is you do, your partner was languishing underground.”

Albedo froze, unsure if he’d truly heard Eula right. The Knight tended to be quite flowery after all with her words. Perhaps this was just a metaphor he couldn’t understand.

“I see that it still hasn’t gotten through your head what happened.” Eula sighed, relaxing slightly. “I sent them off to monitor a few Fatui members, as it seems a group had made their way out of Dragonspine and into Windwail. While doing so they attempted to hide in a small crack in the mountains, but there was a steep drop after that onto the next shelf. Thankfully Amber had also been ordered to scout there, or else who knows how long it might have took to realize they were stuck. I just got the report from them, thankfully there was no lasting trauma.”

“W-where are they?”

“At home I presume. Aren’t you their partner?” Eula tilted her head. “Really, perhaps she should declare a need for vengeance.” And with that the Spindrift Knight walked into the Headquarters, leaving Albedo reeling on the step, heart thudding as if he’d just run a hundred miles.

Albedo practically fell down the steps of Mondstadt, so desperate was he to find you, to make sure you were okay. Eula had said that there was no lasting trauma, but what that meant Albedo was completely unsure of. Had you broken anything? Had you been deprived of oxygen? These thoughts catapulted through Albedo’s brain, constricting his lungs and plunging him into a roil of incoherent emotions.

The sight of you standing in front of his lab cause Albedo to stop in his tracks. For a moment the alchemist was overwhelmed by his emotions, switching between dizzying euphoria, terrible guilt, and unending worry. He took a step forward, then another, walking slowly down the stairs, as if in fear that you might disappear or turn away. However instead of turning away when he reached the end of the steps and made his way towards the fountain you let out a sort of shudder, running towards him and throwing your arms around his neck. Albedo wrapped his arms around you in turn, feeling slightly overwhelmed from the sudden proximity, the sudden feeling of once more being able to feel your skin against his. Letting his head drop onto your shoulder Albedo breathed in deeply, centering himself with your presence, grounding himself in the knowledge that the agony of the previous days was finally over.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“For what?” You whispered back.

“For not listening to you, for blaming you, for being cruel.”

“I’m also sorry.”

“Why? I was in the wrong.”

“Well, I just went off without telling you where I was going. I was going to write a note, but I was so angry I erased it.” You tightened your grasp around Albedo. “I wish I could’ve seen into the future. I never would have done something like that.”

“I don’t care about that,” Albedo ran small circles around the small of your back. “I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No. I’m sorry for not being there, for not being able to help you; for doing nothing while you…” he stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

Pulling back for a moment you cupped Albedo’s face in your palms, studying his expression. Finally you bent over to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, breath mingling with his.

Albedo leaned into to kiss you once more, finding that his emotions were blocking out any words he might have been able to say. Everything seemed so surreal, as if he’d been stuck in some awful nightmare that only now faded away. And yet this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality; and Albedo would have to remember that.

For now though, he only wanted to wipe all the fear and conflict away.

#genshin impact fanfiction #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin impact #genshin albedo #requested #scenarios #my writing #not proofread

[fuck-customers]

I have a deep hatred for the customers who come in and absolutely rip apart our fucking clearance, jean area, and shirt tables. Every Fucking Day our clearance racks are a mess, shirts/jackets are either all over the floor, kicked UNDER THE RACKS, or hanging halfway off the hangers, and the pants/skirts are hung halfway or just thrown over the rack.

We have a jean wall that can and does take forever to fix everytime because there’s four styles, five rows, and six columns and they’re sized a certain way, and people just fucking yank the sizes they need out from the stacks and leave the ones that fall out on the floor, or they pull them apart and put them EVERYWHERE ELSE BUT BACK ON THE SHELF, including on top of the display!!!! Or random areas of the store!!!!!

They do the same shit with our shirt table, pulling them apart and laying them wherever they fucking feel like it or tossing them onto other piles. Then have the nerve to come up and ask “where is this shirt?” IDK BITCH YOU DIDNT SEE IT WHILE YOU WERE REARRANGING THE DISPLAY THAT TOOK MY POOR WORKER FOREVER TO FIX?????

there’s a post somewhere that (half-jokingly) says retail workers should get to commit one in-store homicide once a year so customers won’t know who’s used theirs up already and will act better and I think about it. A lot.

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Nesting Head cannons

Omega!Omoi

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Omoi is VERY particular with his nests, it has to be PERFECT.

He puts a lot or time and energy into building his nests.

He could easily spend hours to weeks on a single nest.

He can get pretty upset when he can find something he needs for his nest.

“Y/N, I said I needed blue blankets, and I specifically asked for SILK! These are not blue OR SILK.” Omoi hissed, you didn't buy the right color blankets and you bought Viscose blankets. Viscose was just like silk but Omoi JUST HAD TO HAVE SILK.

“I want silk blankets. Go get me silk, I need silk to be comfortable and so my nest can be perfect....!” Omoi whined, trying to guilt trip you into doing it. Which worked....

“Ok fine.... Little perfectionist....” You sighed, giving in to Omoi's complaining.

Omoi doesn't like people in his nest. It's very rare for him to let anyone enter it.

Omoi barely even let's his mate into his nest.

The only acception is his pups and if you're gonna help him with his heat.

“Settle down little ones....” Omoi mumbled, patting the squirming puppies in a small blanket circle in his nest.

“Are they ok?” You asked, crawling over to Omoi. He hissed and pushed you out of the puppies.

“Out of my nest!” Omoi yelled, swatting at you.

“I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure the pups are ok. You keep them hidden all day.” You whimpered, sitting far away from the entrance.

“Ok fine.... I'll let you in this ONCE. Just don't mess anything up!” He said, allowing you to enter his nest

Omoi only cares about 4 things: Comfort, Style, Neatness and Warmth. These 4 things are essential to the perfect nest for Omoi.

He loves soft things, especially pillows and blankets.

He doesn't really like stuffed animals but he'll gladly accept them if their extra soft.

“I NEED MORE PILLOWS” Omoi yelled, rearranging the hundreds of pillows in his nest.

“Omoi you have all the pillows in the house....” You sighed, bringing more heating blankets to layer in Omoi's nest.

“Well go buy more pillows!” Omoi complained, taking the blankets from you.

“And I said I needed fairy lights!” Omoi said.

“Ok ok, I'll get some....” You said, getting up and leaving.

Omoi spends all his time in his nest in the winter months.

He nests are the warmest places in the house in the winter.

NEVER take Omoi to nesting stores on dates unless you're willing to spend thousands of dollars on nesting items for him.

Omoi has EXPENSIVE tastes and normally likes expensive and high quality nesting materials and soft things

“Omoi, do you know how expensive this is....?” You asked, holding up the folded king sized mink blanket Omoi handed you.

“Yeah and?”

“I'm not buying this....” You said, putting the blanket back on the shelf. Omoi immediately started complaining.

“Come on please! It'll be perfect to lay over the heating blankets so they're not to hot, and—”

“No Omoi.... You have tons of other soft blankets to lay over them....” You said, resting your hand on Omoi's head.

“You don't love me do you....” Omoi whimpered, looking like he was gonna start crying.

“H-Hey, that's not true!” You said, holding Omoi closer to you. You sighed, grabbing the blanket off the shelf and setting it on his head.

“Fine.... You can have the blanket....” You said, rubbing his back. He hugged you tighter and looked up at you.

“Thanks” He smiled softly, purring quietly.

#Omoi naruto #Omoi #naruto #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha beta omega #alpha beta omega dynamics #omegamale #my writing #whiskers

[kireijae]

fearless — n.jm x reader

summary: you start a new job at your favourite local bookstore in seoul, however no one cared to inform you of the very pretty delivery guy who comes once a week.

genre: twist (ig?) on a bookstore!au, nonidol!au, fluff, angst, some crack too

warnings: swearing, detailed descriptions of food and eating, edited but not very well, i cried while writing it (if i forgot any or you want me to add specific ones, send an ask or message me!)

words: 6k

a.n: i worked so hard on this oh my goodness it was like giving birth dkfjdsfnsd. but really i love this one a lot so i hope you all enjoy it because i did my best to do the story i had in my head justice. also! let me know what you thought of it!

m.list

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The streets were quiet as you walked to the bookstore. Your bag was heavy in your hand and the sun danced around you, creating a blinding sort of glow on the pavement beneath your feet. You passed modern coffee shops and tall skyscrapers alike, buildings becoming more and more modern the longer you walked. All right angles, smooth surfaces and tinted windows glinting in the morning sun. It was only your second day on the job, but the route was already familiar to you, after having visited the bookstore quite often over the few years you’d been living in the city. 

The tingling sounds of the old bell above the door fell around you like snowflakes as you stepped inside. It was quite literally like stepping into another realm. The floor was paved with stone tiles, little shoots of green peaking up between them here and there. The glass walls were lined with creepers and bookshelves alike and the glass roof allowed for the rays of sunlight to poke through the trees’ branches above.

Your eyes were pulled to Jisoo after her voice called to you from behind the cash register.  “Good morning!” she said, eyes bright and her voice chipper.

She gave you a short list of things to do before opening the store while she did some admin in the back room. You rearranged bookshelves, tidied the seating area in the centre of the room, fluffing up the old embroidered cushions and wiping the coffee stain off the old wooden table. Once you heard the old clock near the counter sing its tune to signal the hour, you walked over to the door to flip the sign that hung there. 

The day went by slowly, with barely any customers walking through the doors. You were half asleep at the register when you heard the bell at the door ring and you sat up from your crunched up position on the old stool. You blinked a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up completely, but your eyes widened when they focused on the person at the door.

You nearly thought it was a scene out of a drama. He walked in, and you swore you saw a curl of wind rush past him and fuss with his hair. Everything around him went out of focus — all your attention honed in on him. He had a white t-shirt on with a loose, light blue button up draped over his shoulders. His hair had to have been dyed, with the depth of the black that coated the strands, but it was still glimmering nonetheless. 

You were paying attention to everything he did as he walked towards you, so luckily for you, you caught his words even through your haze.

“Hey, are you new here?” you finally noticed that he held a big cardboard box in his arms, fingers curled around the front, with the bottom of it resting on his forearms. 

You opened your mouth to answer, but before any sort of sound could pour out, Jisoo came out from the back room. You were grateful for the interruption, seeing as you weren’t sure you could function correctly just then.

“This is only her second day, Jaemin,” she said, throwing him a knowing glance from the corner of her eye and taking the box from him, “don’t scare her off.”

“Now how would I ever scare someone off?” he leaned on the end of the counter, eyes following Jisoo’s form into the back room again. 

The arm that wasn’t leaning on the dark wooden counter was hanging limply from his shoulder, his whole body conveying defeat from the forward curve of his spine to the slack of his jaw. 

“You nearly knocked over an entire shelf of books on your first delivery here,” yelled Jisoo, still from the back room.

“I was nervous!” he straightened his posture, his hand now flat in front of you and his arm outstretched, “Anyways I better get going.” 

He looked at you as he said it and you noticed the way the glint in his eyes seemed to dance and swirl around until he completely focused on you. 

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” you forced an arm out along with your words. 

He took your hand gently and squeezed it, “I’m Jaemin. I don’t think I’ve ever shaken someone’s hand before. At least not someone my age.” 

His tone seemed sincere, not teasing or judgemental — purely observational. He threw you a smile before walking out the door again. His light blue shirt billowing behind him when he opened the door. 

“Don’t mind him,” Jisoo said, walking out into the store again with a pile of books in her hands, “he’s insanely annoying, but honestly it’s either him or the old guy who smells like mould. That smell hangs around even after he’s gone.”

Jaemin came back a few days later, no box in his arms this time and a black hoodie on his frame. He usually came once every week with a box in hand and his bright smile stretched out on his face. Some days he was there and gone within the blink of an eye and other days he hovered around the store, gabbering about anything and everything. Sometimes he came into the shop empty handed: no box full of books to deliver. Jisoo seemed surprised the first time it happened, pulling a face akin to one a girl looking at her brother who just barged into her room unannounced would wear. She said nothing of it, however, so neither did you. 

One night at 9pm when you were left alone to close the store, he came rushing down the road in his company van and stumbled out onto the concrete. His hair was already messed up before the wind hit it, most likely from his running his hands through it as he so often did. 

‘How does it still look so soft?’

“Please tell me I’m not too late?” he said when he was close enough to not have to yell over the wind. 

“Hm?” you widened your eyes and leaned your head forward, trying to get yourself to pay attention to his words instead of the glow of his skin under the streetlights. 

“If I have to take another delivery back because I missed it Mr. Yoo might kill me,” he said, his eyes held a plea in them. 

“Oh,” you turned back, fiddling for the key in your bag, “Sure let me just open up again.” 

“You’re a lifesaver,” he said, setting the box down on the counter after refusing to let you carry it into the store.

“I opened a door Jaemin,” you said, scoffing at him from the door, “it’s nothing. Plus, it’s worth it if it means your boss won’t kill you— What are you doing?”

“I’m helping,” he was faced away from you, hands working at (aggressively) opening the package.

You huffed and set your bag down next to you before walking over to him. You peered over his shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne. It smelled fresh but sweet. He’d already taken half the books out and piled them on the counter and one or two had fallen down onto the lower half that formed the desk at which you’d fallen asleep at least five times that week. 

“You actually just look like you’re making a mess, Jaem,” you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He tried his best not to let the shy smile slither onto his face, “Then tell me where to put them.” 

He turned around, obviously underestimating your proximity. You were only about five centimeters away from him — at most. He could count your eyelashes if he wanted to, and goodness knows he was tempted to. Anything to be able to look at you for a little longer. 

Your heart beat sporadically in your chest, his energy making your system go haywire. You reached behind him to grab one of the books and pulled it towards your chest.

“You don’t have to help. I can do it myself,” you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, you hoped it looked like you were standing your ground and not like you were stuck in your place from the shock of being so close to him. 

“I want to,” you swore his eyes glitched — or yours did — because you saw him steal a glance at your lips. 

You turned around swiftly before you could think about it anymore, “Alright, it’s organised by genre but these are all just restocks so you can take a few of these to the back.”

It took less time than you thought to pack everything away and enter the stock on the system, nearly half the time it usually took you by yourself. Jaemin was a lot more helpful than you thought he would, and he was a lot stronger than he looked, too. 

“Do you want a ride home?” came his voice from behind you as he reached over you to put the last book on a shelf. 

“Uh, I’ll be fine by myself,” you said, walking away from the shelf to get your bag again and sling it over your shoulder.

“I need to say thanks for taking the delivery, though,” his hands were back in the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His gaze floated over to you, the bottom lid of his eyes slightly swollen with sincerity. 

“You already helped me put the books away, you’ve done more than enough—”

“But, I did make you stay late. And the city’s not safe at this hour.”

You sighed in defeat and readjusted your bag. You did hate walking at night and you’d been on your feet most of the day, so perhaps it wasn’t the worst idea to accept the lift home.

He grinned when you accepted and led you over to the van and you tried not to make a comment about getting into a van with a stranger.

You’d been driving for about ten minutes when you signalled for Jaemin to pull over in front of your apartment building. You reached for the door handle to let yourself out of the car once it came to a stop, but before you could, a hand caught your upper arm. 

“Y/n…” he trailed off, eyes on the bend of your elbow. 

You waited a moment, “Jaemin?”

And when he didn’t answer, you waved a hand in front of his face. 

“Hmm? Oh,” he blinked out of his state and looked at you once again, “Uh, never mind.”

Your brows gathered like the ruffles on a dress but you gave him a moment before he let go of your arm, “You’ve been watching too many dramas, Jaemin. What were you going to say?” 

He seemed taken aback at first, your directness not something he had anticipated. But then he smiled. 

“I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime,” his shyness was almost gone now, your honesty pulling it away from him.

“And? Do you still want to?” 

“Yes.”

Your calm façade faltered when he handed you his phone and told you to put your number in it. His fingers brushed yours and you nearly shivered from the contact. However, you managed to hide it during your swift turn away from him. 

He texted you as soon as you got into your apartment. You sat in bed for hours, hands grasping your phone. You only needed to wait a few seconds at a time for his replies. Your body hurt from being pushed into the mattress in such an awkward position, but you barely noticed it. Until it reached 3am that is. You had to force yourself to stop replying after the third time you’d sent a  “goodnight, i’m actually leaving this time” text. You lay there for a  while before you drifted off, thoughts of Jaemin floating through your mind. 

Waking up the next morning was one of the hardest things you’d done in a while. Your eyelids felt puffy — you could feel them around your eyeballs everytime you blinked — and your neck hurt from being held up to look at your phone all night. The only reason you wound up going into work was because of one of Jaemin’s texts from last night:

“I’ll come by the bookshop after work sometime this week and we can have that date.”

“I mean hang out*! Unless you’re okay with it being a date? Bc I’d like that.”

                                                                            —

None of the drinks in the convenience store looked like the one you wanted, or even close to it. Green, orange and yellow bottles lined the refrigerated shelves and you had no interest in any of them. You’d been standing at the back of the store in front of the refrigerators for a few minutes too long and at this point it was probably getting strange for the cashier. If they were even looking, that is. You realised in your short time in the retail industry that the cashiers are never looking at the customers. Most of the time they were zoned out, or on their phones and not watching the customer’s every move, though it still felt like it. You faintly heard the door swing open, but your eyes remained glued to the drinks on the other side of the glass, and your thoughts most definitely not on your surroundings. 

Jaemin hadn’t been to the store in three days and he hadn’t texted you since yesterday. As much as you hated to admit it, that boy had got into your head and so, too, had insecurity. Though your rational mind tried to explain the number of reasons he hadn’t been able to come, your irrational mind seemed to be winning in thinking that he was tired of you. It was absurd that you were having this crisis in the middle of the juice aisle of a 7 Eleven at 10pm and you knew it. You also knew he probably had a busy day at work, he’d even told you last week how busy Wednesdays were for some reason, in fact he’d complained for almost ten minutes while you sat staring at the fluffy ends of his hair. But what could you have done to drive him away? Maybe it was the staring…

“This is getting painful.”

And now you were hearing his voice everywhere. It really was time for you to go home. Take a nap. Maybe it was exhaustion talking. After all, you had stayed up late talking to him last night and you had to get up extra early because you were the one opening the shop. 

“Just take the pineapple one.” No, that had to be Jaemin.

You whipped around then when the realisation hit you, however, you still stumbled back a bit when you saw it was his figure standing behind you in the aisle. 

“What?” Your brain was still cloudy from all the thoughts swirling around it previously, though they’d completely disappeared now that Jaemin was within your line of sight. 

“Take the pineapple soda,” he said again, a giant, perfect smile on his face.

“I don’t like pineapple,” you said, gears in your head finally working again, “I was looking for—”

“Please don’t say strawberry,” he hung his shoulders when he saw the sly grin that crept its way onto your face. “Why does everyone love strawberry so much? It tastes like medicine.”

He took you by the hand and pulled you towards the door, passing the very much unconscious cashier on the way out. 

“Where are you taking me to?” Your hand was limp in his, you didn’t have the confidence quite yet to be able to grip his hand back.

“That place never has strawberry soda, I’m taking you somewhere that does,” he didn’t let go of your hand for a second. 

You watched him as he walked slightly ahead of you, his hair bouncing as he walked. He was wearing a ring, though you couldn’t see exactly what it was in the streetlights’ glow. It was cold against your skin despite his own skin being warm as well. 

You walked for a few  minutes before Jaemin’s head suddenly perked up like a puppy who’d heard its name being called. 

“Do you hear music?” he asked, whipping his head around in an attempt to find where the waves of music were coming from. 

“It must be from the park down that way,” you pointed past Jaemin, to the road on your right. 

Jaemin grinned and pulled you with him down the empty road. The park came into view and you saw what seemed to be the remains of a festival. People were littered around the centre of the park, surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Some were gazing up at the sparkling lights tangled among the branches, and others were dancing to the music playing. 

Jaemin’s grin widened and he turned to you with bright eyes and a pleading expression on his face.

“I thought we were getting soda,” you said, with a smile on your face that told him there was no way you could say ’no.’

“Just ten minutes?” Jaemin bit his bottom lip in excitement as soon as he finished his sentence, he already knew your answer.

“Fine.”

By the time you got the word out, he was already pulling you after him to the row of trees. 

Once you were on the path, beautiful trees surrounding you, Jaemin slowed down and craned his neck to look up. He squeezed your hand in order to get you to look up at the trees as well. Clouds of pink petals collected around the branches, and the lights shone like stars among them. The music and faint sound of cars filled your ears and the smell of freshly cooked food floated through the air. 

“I’ve never been to one of these festivals at night,” you said, turning your head to the side to look at him instead.

Your words tore his eyes away from the view above, “Really?” 

You nodded your head simply and the two of you continued walking in comfortable silence. Every now and then, drops of water fell from the trees above you like rain from the clouds, most likely from the rain that had run through the city earlier in the day. The music floated around your head, it was a song you didn’t remember the name of but the beat was familiar and it caused you to nod your head to the tune. Jaemin sensed the nodding of your head and did his best to hide his smile by looking down at the paved ground below him. 

His gaze was brought back to you, though, when he heard a light giggle. Jaemin’s eyes followed your line of sight and found that you were looking at two kids dancing to the music. They bounced about with no sense of the rhythm of the music, giant smiles on their faces. He felt as though he was in the ending shot of a drama, a freeze frame centred on the main character, the background out of focus and the edges of the screen twinkling. Jaemin wanted so desperately to ask you to dance. Right there. In the middle of the park. And he considered doing it, too. 

Just then, your smile widened as the two children began twirling aimlessly and Jaemin couldn’t stop himself from speaking his next words, “Did you want to da-“

Luckily for him, the rain was able to stop him when it suddenly came pouring down. Both of you stood frozen for a few seconds, unsure of what to do, until you started pulling Jaemin back the way you came.

“How far is the store you wanted to go to?” you asked when Jaemin furrowed his brows at you.

“Oh, right,” he said, grabbing your hand tighter and walking in front of you, “It’s just around the corner.”

Eventually he stopped the two of you in front of a frozen yoghurt shop. It was devoid of people except for the cashier, who you could barely make out the silhouette of in the neon lights.

He pulled you in through the glass door and pointed over to the drinks glistening in the lights. The whole shop was cold, making you put your hands on your upper arms to preserve heat. You took one of the many strawberry flavoured sodas off the shelf, but you shivered at the even cooler temperature inside the refrigerator. You stood there for a few seconds, thinking before grabbing a pineapple soda from the bottom shelf and turning around to head towards the cashier. 

Jaemin was already sat at one of the white tables, facing away from you. The black material of his jacket hugged him comfortably, his body nearly drowning in the fabric. It made you want to wrap your arms around him, whether it was simply to get warmth or if it was to get to hold Jaemin, you weren’t sure.

You yanked your eyes away from him and went over to the cashier, setting the two bottles down on the counter. 

“You don’t have to pay,” he said from his place on a stool near the cash register. He didn’t even look up from the phone in his hands, “It’s on the house.”

You jerked your head away in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“Really, you don’t have to pay for it” Jaemin’s voice came up behind you, “that’s my cousin, he’s trying to get fired.” 

You looked back and forth between the two for a second, only just seeing the resemblance.

“What? Why?” you ask, not sure who to direct the question to, but that problem was solved when the boy sitting behind the register put AirPods in his ears. 

“My aunt will kill him if he quits another job,” Jaemin snickered, “He’s quit five in the last four months.”

You walked over to Jaemin as he spoke and you noticed two cups of frozen yoghurt on the table. 

“That has to be a record,” you sat down and Jaemin pushed one of the cups over to you. There was a curl of lilac coloured frozen yoghurt peeking out the top of the cup.

He chuckled, “Yeah, his mom completely cussed him out. But I’ve met the manager of this place and I would want to quit too if I were him.”

It was silent for a few seconds as you dipped the plastic spoon into the swirl of frozen yoghurt and hummed.

“You just don’t like him, because he stocks strawberry flavoured soda,” you spoke around your growing smirk before opening the can and taking a sip from said soda.

“Hey, at least I’m not the one mixing soda with frozen yoghurt,” he said, pointing to the aforementioned drink with a stern look in his eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, seeing through his judgemental facade, “You’ve never tried it have you?” His gaze melted into one of rather tense curiosity at your actions as you raised a spoonful of the frozen yoghurt to your mouth.

“No, doesn’t it feel weird?” he watched you with his confusion pulling on his brows.

“That’s the whole point,” you said, before following the spoon of yoghurt with a sip of soda again.

He quickly scooped some frozen yoghurt from the quickly diminishing supply into his mouth and then looked at you expectantly after swallowing, “So it’s like a chaser?”

You let out a giggle, “I mean kinda, yeah. Try it, but keep the soda in your mouth for a little.”

He reached out, took his soda into his right hand, and after opening it and giving it a curious look, he drank from it.  His eyes widened at the pleasant sensation of fizzing and bubbling in his mouth and he pulled his lips together as if sucking from a straw. You laughed loudly at his animated reaction and tried to hold back the ‘I told you so’ that threatened to spill past your lips.

“Wow,” his mouth widened, his jaw comically lopsided, and held the can of soda out in front of him, looking at it as if it had just spoken to him. He then looked up at you, his expression turning back into confusion, “Why are you laughing?!”

“I’ve shown this to so many people, but they’ve never reacted like you just did,” you put a hand in front of your mouth as you continued to heave out giggles.

Jaemin’s features softened as he watched your eyes and nose crinkle from your laughter. A smile etched itself onto his own face at the sight and sound of you laughing at him. Your cheeks were jutting out to make room for your smile and he was sure your laugh was the best sound he’d ever heard. He was glad he could make you laugh so hard. Glad that he had any positive effect on you at all, really.

While the two of you continued talking, the sky outside emptied itself of rain until it had none left. The sound of rain clattering to the ground outside was replaced with only the occasional drip from the roof. However, neither you nor Jaemin would admit that you’d noticed it, instead opting to stay in the bubble your laughter and conversation had made around you. That was, until a set of keys was hurtled towards Jaemin, who very nearly caught them. They landed on the floor behind him and he twisted around to pick them up.

“What the hell?” said Jaemin, throwing his words at his cousin who had just woken up.

“When you’re done, lock up for me will you?” he said as he picked up a backpack from behind the counter, “But don’t stay too long, Jaemin, if you keep looking at them like that I’m pretty sure your eyes will turn heart shaped.” 

Jaemin scoffed, watching his cousin disappear out the back entrance without another word, leaving only the lights above the refrigerators on. 

“Alright let’s go,” he stood up and held his hand out for you to take and you couldn’t help the shy smile that pushed its way onto your face. 

After locking up, the two of you began wandering the streets of Seoul, with no particular destination in mind. Jaemin kept your hand in his as you walked. The rain had stopped, but it had left blotches of water for you to dodge everywhere you went.

The boy next to you had become completely silent, the only sounds he made being occasional hums as you spoke. So eventually, you decided to let the sounds of the city enter the space between you instead of trying to fill it with your words. 

You made your way to your apartment, Jaemin still by your side. When the two of you stopped in front of your building you had the urge to lean closer to him, to close your eyes and let your lips meld together in a kiss. You wanted to be as close to him as you could in that moment, but when he only gave you a rushed ‘goodnight’ and turned away, your hopes sunk down to the floor of your heart. As you watched him walk away, you felt coldness set in for the first time since you’d met him. 

—

Three days after your date with Jaemin, an old man walked into the bookstore with a delivery box in his arms. You went around the counter to take the box from him and sign for the package, frowning all the while. The man left without saying a word, but when he turned around, you caught sight of what must have been a chewed piece of gum behind his ear. Your shoulders jostled in disgust as soon as he was out of sight.

A moment later, Jisoo appeared from the backroom. “Was that Jaemin?”

“No,” you said blankly before looking up from the box you’d just cut open, “but I have met the mold guy now, and you’re right. The smell does hang around after he’s gone.” 

“Jaemin better be dying,” she said, going around the counter to start entering the stock on the computer, “or I'll kill him myself for staying home.” 

“I don’t think he stayed home,” your shoulders slumped as you said it, “He probably changed his shifts.”

Jisoo hummed in confusion, signalling for you to elaborate. Her eyes were still on the screen but her face was aimed towards you. 

“He hasn’t talked to me since we went on that date,” you huffed, placing your hands on your hips. Lifting books all the time still hadn’t become any easier since you‘d started this job. You had, however, learned to appreciate air conditioning after the one day it didn’t work and you were reminded why no one else had turned a greenhouse into a store of some kind.

That pulled Jisoo’s eyes away from the screen, “You went on a what? And he didn’t—? Okay, no, fill me in,” she leaned her forearms on the counter. 

“Well, he asked me on a date that night that he made that late delivery, then didn’t specify a day or time and then found me in a convenience store and whisked me away on a really, really lovely date and then he didn’t call or text and now he’s most likely changed shifts because he hates me,” you took a sharp breath in at the end of your rambling.

“That doesn’t sound like something Jaemin would do,” she said, “I mean the last part, the late delivery and suddenly taking you on a date sounds just like him.” She paused for a moment, eyes cast down as she thought, “Have you tried texting him?” 

“Of course I have.”

“And?”

“Delivered,” you deadpanned. 

The bell on the door rang behind you and you rounded the counter to take over from Jisoo while she asked the customer if they needed any help. Before she left your side though, she sent you a sad, close-mouthed smile and squeezed your arm. 

That night, as soon as you’d changed into comfortable clothing and sat on your sofa to watch reruns of an old show, you picked up your phone and wandered over to your chat with Jaemin absent mindedly. As you opened it, you felt a slight pinch in your heart. Maybe being left on delivered was better.

—

You held a bucket above the lamp in the centre of the room, the plop from the drops of water entering it being washed away under the sound of the rain outside the store. You were in the process of trying to place the pile of books you had in your hand onto the table without letting the drops of water get on the lamp, when you heard the sound of the bell ringing above the door. 

It had been a while — maybe almost two weeks — since you’d last seen Jaemin; since you’d last talked to him. But now he pushed his way into the shop, bringing with him a whirlwind of the weather outside. 

You looked over to his form in the doorway: a box littered with giant dark spots in his hands and his hair nearly dripping from the rain despite the hood of his sopping yellow raincoat framing his face. 

When he caught sight of you, your arms holding books and buckets alike and struggling with both of them, he set the box down on the ground near a bookshelf and rushed over to take the pile of books from you. He set them on the old couch and helped you move the heavy lamp in order to put the bucket in its place to catch the water. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, keeping your eyes away from him. 

“No problem,” he said, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

‘He has no business looking that pretty.’

“I’m sorry I haven’t been by in a while…”

You scoffed immediately, “You haven’t answered my texts in a while either.”

“I’m sorry about that too,” you can’t tell if he’s avoiding your eyes because he’s ashamed, or because he’s lying.

“Well, at least you don’t have to apologise for not reading them, because you most certainly did that,” you nearly felt bad as the words sprang out of your mouth, nearly. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice was weak, so were his words.

On hearing the words drop from his lips, your anger rose like a wave at high tide. 

“Oh really? Then what exactly did you mean to do, Jaemin? Because, taking someone out on a date — which, by the way, was the best date I’ve ever been on — and then leaving them outside their apartment with barely a ‘goodbye,’ and not calling or texting for a week doesn’t sound like you’re trying very hard not to hurt someone.” You took a breath, before muttering, “Not to mention the fact that you switched your shift just to avoid me.”

“Fuck, I know, okay? I’m so sorry,” he looked up at you then, eyes shining with sadness, the excited glow diminished to barely a flicker, “I know I was an asshole. It was the best night I’ve ever had and I was an idiot not to hold on to you and I’m incredibly sorry. If I could rewind and do it the right way I would.”

“Then why’d you do it, Jaem?” his shoulders slumped at the change in your voice, you were holding back tears and you’d grown so small in front of him. His arms nearly wound themselves around you of their own accord.

“Honestly?” he took a moment to collect his thoughts and arrange them into words, “I was scared. It sounds insanely cheesy and like it comes from a Taylor Swift song or something, but the way you made me feel was terrifying.”

“Great, thanks, you really know how to make someone feel better,” You rolled your eyes, a tear falling down your warm cheek in the process.

He didn’t have time to stop the airy laugh that escaped him, “I felt fearless. You made me feel like there was nothing in the world that could stop me, as long as I was with you.”

You wanted to hate him, wanted to yell that that was bullshit. You wanted to push him out the door and into the rain yourself. But, you couldn’t. You knew he was being sincere. You knew it, because that was exactly how you’d felt and it had scared you, too. 

“So you ghosted me completely? Because that doesn’t sound so ‘fearless’ to me,” you tried to keep your resolve until you got the answer you needed.

“Like I said, I was an idiot. It was stupid of me to try to get rid of someone who made me feel like that. I just — I’ve fallen for you so hard and so fast that it scared me, because by the end of the night I knew I wasn’t going to stop falling any time soon, I still haven’t. And then what if I lost you? What if I did something wrong and made you hate me?” he sighed, reigning in his thoughts and emotions, “So, I ran before I could fall anymore. I tried to minimise the pain before it even started.”

“So then, why are you here now?”

“This past week has felt like the place you go to if you’re too shitty even for hell,” he took a small step towards you, “I’ve already fallen way too hard to turn back. And plus, Jisoo called me and told me you were genuinely really upset and well, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you. So, even if it means possibly getting my heart shattered by you in the future, I’d gladly do anything to make you happy.” 

“Jae—”

“Oh and Jisoo said she’d get me fired if I didn’t at least explain myself and I really need the money so— Ow!” He rubbed the spot on his bicep where you’d pinched him. He still held a smile on his face from his own joke. 

He was probably the happiest you’d seen someone who’d just been pinched, and suddenly, you couldn’t hide your own smile.

“Will you forgive me then? Or at least let me make it up to you?” 

“Depends on how you plan to make it up to me,” gathering yourself, you turned around to enter the back room Jisoo was always hiding in, Jaemin following you close behind.

“What about a date? I’m on my lunch break right now and I just saw this—” 

You stopped in the doorway and interrupted him, “I still have to work for another four hours, text me when your shift is over.” 

He nodded vigorously, “Yes, uh, okay perfect. I will! I’ll see you later tonight then?” He began backing out of the bookstore with a giant, goofy smile plastered on his face. 

Just before he opened the door, you called his name, “Jaemin! Actually text me this time okay?” 

“I swear I will!”

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[illfoandillfie]

Okay first a smutty one 😏 smth where ben is like super bored and it’s a rainy day and reader keeps suggesting different things they could do like board games or baking etc but he shoots everything down until finally she’s like ok you come up with smth geez and then he just tackles her and they Do It

thank you for giving me excuses to be a whore about ben sdkjsdllkdjskjsd I just really enjoy writing smut with these two cause they're such dorks and just like making each other laugh which is cute and fun.

Anyway, I did not proof read this or anything because I finished writing it at 12.40 am (ahhhh help i need to be up for work in 5 and a half hours) so apologies for any mistakes.

Words: 2,566

Warnings: Smut (obviously), a lil hint of oral (f receiving), some fingering, a single slap on the arse.

Ben jerked aside the curtain hanging over the bedroom window, humming in discontent as he confirmed that it was still raining. “Stop checking the window Ben,” you sighed, only half paying attention to him over your novel, “You heard the weather report, it won’t let up for another day at least.” “Well you know weather presenters are wrong half the time,” You chose to ignore him, much more interested in the book.  Unfortunately for you, Ben still had some complaining to get out of his system.  “I’m so sick of this weather. You know we were meant to be playing cricket today,” “Mmhmm,” “I like rain as much as the next person but this is fucking ridiculous.” “Just invite some of the others over then,” you said, pulling your eyes from the page in the hopes that displaying your interest now would give you ample time to read later, “play video games or something,” “It’s not the same,” You could have laughed at Ben’s expression as his gave another wistful glance at the window. He’d always vaguely reminded you of a puppy, especially when he got excited about something, but the comparison was even more obvious now. He’d checked the window about six times over the course of the morning, each time looking crestfallen when no blue sky had materialised. The constant downpour seemed to be driving him bonkers. You, on the other hand, were coping quite well if you said so yourself. Aside from having to work on the first two days of the rain, you’d used the dreary weather as an excuse to stay in bed, wearing your comfies, drinking steaming mugs of tea and coffee, as you read and played games on your laptop. At first you’d hoped that Ben would be similarly inclined, and you’d pictured scenes of the two of you cozied up on the couch or cooking a hot, comforting meal together. Proper rainy day stuff. Alas, Ben wasn’t interested in sitting still, preferring to wander around the house, looking through curtains and complaining about what he saw through them. Hardly surprising really since he’d been indoors indulging in warm comfort those first days while you were working. When he didn’t get much sympathy from you, Ben left the bedroom again, (heading off to try a different window you assumed) and let you get back to your book.

You lost track of time, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you snuggled into your nest, sitting up straight when you got to a particularly intense section. Once the action calmed down you rearranged the pillows to give your back a little more support and settled into the story once more. Ben did cross your mind once or twice in slower chapters, but only because the absence of his frustrated sighing was notable. Eventually he reappeared in the room though, almost sulky in the way he slumped towards you, collapsing face down across the width of the bed.  “What’s up Blondie?” You kept your eyes fixed to the page.  “’m bored,” “So find something to do,” “There’s nothing to do here.” “You could read with me,” you shifted your hands on the book, holding it open as you moved one hand to tap the spot on the bed beside you. “Nah, don’t feel like reading.” Sensing that the conversation wouldn’t be a quick one you focused your attention on Ben, “If you let me finish this chapter then we could play a board game.” Ben pushed himself up but gave a non-committal shrug.” “Or watch a movie?” “Nah, I don’t want to just sit around,” “Well Rach gave me that recipe book for Christmas right? We could bake something? Or...” Feeling a little more frustrated you scanned the room for inspiration. Where once you’d only seen Ben’s trinkets and collected items, you now saw a mix of things that belonged to both of you. Your books were next to his on the shelf, the lucky cat you’d bought him was accompanied by a figurine of your zodiac symbol that he’d picked up on a whim, the desk was a mess of printed out guitar chords and notebooks that contained scribbles in both of your handwriting as well as a few stray lipsticks and earrings. But none of it really sparked any ideas to occupy Ben.  “You could give this room a tidy,” it wasn’t a serious suggestion but you made it anyway, knowing it would be shot down. “See, there’s nothing to do here!” “Well I don’t then Ben. You don’t like any of my suggestions, so come up with something yourself. Just please stop moping around, it’s giving me the shits.”

You dropped your eyes back to your book, waiting to feel the bed shift as Ben stood and the sound of him crossing the room to the door. Instead there was silence for a moment. And the next thing you knew was being knocked back, just barely managing to hold onto your book, so you were lying across the bed with Ben on top of you. “I found something I want to do,” he said, resting his chin on your chest and giving you his best pleading puppy eyes. “Oh alright,” you said, trying not to laugh, “But let me mark my page so I don’t lose my place.” Ben lifted his head as he reached over and plucked the, slightly crushed, book from between you, replacing your bookmark before dropping it to the floor. “There’s a bedside table right th-” before you could finish your sentence, Ben leaned down again and kissed you. It was a deep kiss, Ben’s tongue pressing towards your throat as he gently grinded his hips against yours. You were nearly breathless when he pulled away and yet it felt like it had barely started.  “Someone’s in a hurry,” you said, watching as Ben hurriedly began to undress you, peeling your leggings off before going for your shirt. “Well,” he said, pausing appreciatively as he realised you hadn’t bothered with a bra, “Now that I’m thinking about your pussy....”  You laughed as he snapped the band of your underpants to emphasis his point and then quickly rolled them down your legs too.  “Well, here she is,” you bit your lip playfully as you spread your legs, offering Ben a view to rival his imagination. Ben grinned, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth before he leaned towards your cunt, holding your gaze. He looked ridiculously pleased with himself as he stuck his tongue further out and licked along your slit, noting the way you shivered in delight. You hummed as he repeated the action, settling back against the mattress as Ben settled into a rhythm. But, just as you were really starting to enjoy it, the first sign of your arousal pooling between your legs, Ben stopped.

With a slight groan of disappointment you pushed yourself up to see if there was a partiuclar reason he’d stopped touching you. The sight of Ben, rolled onto his back, legs in the air as his discarded his own pants and underwear, greeted you. Apparently he’d already managed to get his shirt off in the time it took you to sit up. You couldn’t help but giggle as his feet flicked through the air, trying to kick his pants off.  “And what is so funny?” “Nothing, Tiger. Just enjoying the show.” “Oh yeah? You like that, huh? Well what about,” Ben’s feet fell back to the bed and he raised his hips into the air as his fingers caught the waistband of his briefs.  You cheered him on as he tugged them down to this thighs and then raised his legs again to pull them off entirely. His arse was completely on display for you and you couldn’t quite resist the sudden urge to lean over and swat his cheek. “You’re a freak,” he laughed, flipping himself over and crawling towards you. Both of you were still laughing as he kissed you again, the comforting weight of his body pinning your down. You could feel the length of his dick resting against your thigh so slid your hand down to stroke it, feeling yourself getting wetter as he hardened against your palm.  “Why don’t you touch yourself for me Kitten,” Ben cooed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around your wrist, “Promise I don’t need any help getting ready for you.”  Your breath caught at the petname, a recent addition to your sexual dynamic but a fun one, and you did as Ben suggested, letting his guide your hand away from his cock. You were wet but not quite enough to take him comfortably. Ben kissed you again as your dragged your fingers through your folds, but it didn’t last long. He wanted to watch, sitting back on his knees to get a proper look at your fingers circling your clit.  “That’s right, keep going like that. I want to see you leaking over the sheets.” You were beginning to feel the familiar want growing in the pit of your stomach. That empty feeling that only Ben could properly fix. You groaned and let your fingers trail down towards your entrance. But before you could sink any of them into the wet heat of your cunt, you felt your walls softly stretch around one of Ben’s.  “Is that what you needed Kitten?” “Yeah, thanks,” you managed to get out between shaky breaths, resuming the previous attention on your clit. “Any time,” Ben chuckled, slowly pulling his finger out of you, circling your hole, and sliding it back in a little deeper. You keened as Ben began to finger you, getting the one finger as deep as he could before he added a second.  Your orgasm grew steadily closer as you adjusted to the width of his fingers and Ben’s touch became less delicate, your own speeding up with his. And then his touch disappeared.

For the second time you looked up, pushing yourself to rest on one elbow, wondering where he’d gone and why he was teasing you. You kept working your fingers over your clit but it wasn’t quite the same and you couldn’t help but whine as you felt the loss acutely.  Ben didn’t bother to reply. Words would just waste time. Instead he grasped one of your shins, adjusting your leg so it was closer to your body but spread further, as he shuffled forward on his knees. His dick was harder than when you’d felt it before and he wrapped his fist around the stiff length to guide it towards your waiting pussy.  You’d thought his fingers had felt good but it was nothing to the way he filled you then, pulling a moan from you faster than you’d have believed possible. Ben leaned forward on his knees as he sank into you, pulling out slowly after a moment and then pushing forward again, letting you get used to feeling.  “C’mon Benny, fuck me,” you whined, the fingers on your clit faltering as he gave you a sharp thrust, “Yeah, like that.”  Ben nodded, looking as if just swallowing was a challenge, let alone getting out words. He dropped his hands to your stomach, slowly sliding them up until he was cupping your breasts, his thumb and forefinger circling around the underside of them so he could feel them bounce with each jolt of his hips.  You tried to keep rubbing your clit but keeping yourself upright was a struggle so you shifted your hand away, better able to prop yourself up on two elbows than just the one.  Ben didn’t seem to mind, focusing his energy on fucking you hard and deep. It seemed that, now he was inside you, his eagerness had been tempered and he had no qualms with drawing the moment out.  “Jesus Y/N,” he grunted as you clenched without warning, his hips stuttering out of time as you kept him from drawing back as far as he had been.  You just whined in response.  “Fuck this is hot. Watching how you take me. How perfect your cunt looks stretched open on my cock. I’m going to fuck you until your cunt is red and sore from how well I’ve used it. And I’m going to watch the whole time.” You whined again, louder and more urgently, as his words went straight to your core, making you clench again.  “Does that mean you want to cum?” Ben teased, knowing full well how close you were getting.  It was harder to see the funny side of his comments when your whole body felt tense with an impending orgasm. The torturous stopping and starting he’d put you through had only heightened your need and the lack of clitoral stimulation made you desperate for more. Ben had managed to get you off with just penetration once or twice but it was never as good as the combination of his dick moving inside you and your clit being played with. And he knew that’s how you liked to get off best.

Ben gave your breast a quick squeeze before he shifted his hand, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it. You clenched at the sudden added stimulation and moaned, loudly, your orgasm rocketing towards you as you balled the sheets up in your fists. Your arms felt unstable as Ben speared into you harder, trying to push you over the edge, perfectly filling you.  “Oh, oh, oh!” you choked out, right on the precipice of release.  Ben grit his teeth as his hips slammed towards yours a few times, his balls slapping against you with the motion.  It was enough. A final push to get you over the edge, the cry of ecstasy catching in your throat along with your breath. Ben swore and groaned as your pussy tightened with your release, making an effort to keep fucking you, though it wasn’t easy to maintain an even pace.  You managed to choke out his name as your arms gave out and you collapsed on your back, panting.  Ben pulled out but you barely noticed, so overtaken by the warm pleasure of your orgasm. It wasn’t until he grunted and you felt the first drops of his cum hitting your stomach that you realised he’d wanked himself off over you. You lay still as spurt after spurt hit you, watching as well as you could as his fist continued to pump over his length, milking every last drop from his cock.  Finally he sat back, sounding a little breathless.  Slowly you pushed yourself to sit up, “Well?” “Well what?” “Did you get it out of your system? Can you just sit and read or whatever for a while now?” Ben shrugged, “It helped. Might get bored again pretty soon though,” You laughed, “Well don’t expect a repeat any time soon. I’m quite content to finish my book.” “Aww c’mon,” Ben was struggling not to smile too much, “Don’t pretend you weren’t extremely turned on by the idea of fucking you until you’re sore.” You ignored him, turning towards the beside draws so you could find something to clean up with. “You could keep reading if you wanted. Wouldn’t have to do anything except lie there, I promise. And I’d just fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until I wasn’t bored anymore.” You gave a thoughtful hum, “Just lie there you say?”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #platonically event #i have truely terrible time management skills kdakdjskddskds #but i thought i should give ya'll something smutty and fun considering the last couple have been Feelingsy lmao #anyway #Lauren is the most valid for coming up with this idea and also for requesting multiple things!!! #love you babe

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bakugō helping you clean your room - gn reader

- fluff, comfort

- warnings: doesnt exactly say depression but can be implied? reader will just say they lost motivation lately and felt like they couldn’t do anything bc its been a hard time but im leaving it as vague as possible so anyone can imply anything really, no swearing <3

- wc: 983

a/n: :o first writing post!! i got this idea when i saw a vid on my yt rec and it was a clean in real time w me vid i love cleaning vids

baku a lil ooc i think not sure i didnt wanna make him sound too harsh bc reader doesnt need that attitude rn but i hope he still sounds blunt enough for him to be bkg

p.s. this isnt edited and written in proper grammar. i use u, ur, lowercase, literally how i text so just a heads up. i’ll come back and rewrite this properly one day maybe

#! bakugō😑 hes loud

#! enters ur room by stomping until he realizes that there isnt floor space to stomp

#! adruptly stops and lets out one of his little “oh?” while he stares at ur lying body on the bed with ur head stuffed in between two pillows

#! “baby?” and he’ll get a grunt and a whine from u in return

#! “ur rooms a little... do u need help?” he mumbles

#! u slowly get up and look at him from across the room while mumbling something

#! “what? speak up”

#! he maneuvers his way thru ur room to u

#! “i said i havent had the motivation to do anything lately. its been hard for me to do much to be honest. im sorry it’s so messy, i know this wasnt what u were expecting when u came in”

#! “tch, don’t apologize. ur fine. i’ll clean it. wanna help?”

he starts clearing out all of the dirty laundry laying around ur room and while he does that u take ur time picking up some cups around ur desk area. u placed the used cups, some still had water and some was empty, into an empty basket laying around so u can bring it all out to the kitchen at once.

bakugō works fast so he was already done with picking up the dirty laundry and was now folding and hanging ur clean laundry thats just been sitting in the corner of ur room waiting to be put away.

“do u want to time urself? or do some countdown to help u stay focus or something?” bakugō asked u once he saw that u got distracted with some keychain on ur desk.

“hmm? oh, sure! sorry i just haven’t seen that keychain in a while heh.”

“it’s fine. here, use my phone and give urself however much time u need.”

“thank u katsu~,” u said, grabbing his phone and giving urself 10 minutes to pick up the remaining cups (and a plate but lets not talk abt that), go to the kitchen, and come back.

u made it back with almost 3 minutes remaining and decided to lay back down until the timer went off. bakugō was finishing up the last bit of ur laundry and was just organizing ur closet.

u heard the closet door close and brought ur head up to see bakugō walking towards u on the bed. he brought his arms out and u sat up to wrap ur arms around his waist while he’s standing, hugging ur shoulders.

“good job, baby. im hella proud of u. do u wanna keep resting? i can clean the rest.”

“no! i’ll help, what do i do?”

he lets out a low chuckle and tells u that u can go get a big trash bag from the kitchen so u guys can throw away any junks found while cleaning ur desk and shelves. bakugō began vacuuming, seeing that the floor was pretty much clear from any clutter that could get in the way, while u left to do ur task.

when u came back with the trash bag and some disinfecting wipes, he was halfway done vacuuming so u decided to start clearing out one of ur shelves. this was one of a few u have that holds some random books and figures that just so happens to be in ur room (yk those random stuff u find in ur room that u dont know where it came from but u do know abt it, yea im talking abt those)

u took everything out to wipe the shelf with the disinfecting wipes and then began sorting thru ur items so ur shelf can be less clustered. a little humming and sorting later, u finally decided on what to keep and what to throw and started putting it all back onto ur shelf.

bakugō just finished vacuuming and went over to u to help clean the other shelves so it’ll be done faster. he chose the top three shelves and took everything off at once. he wiped down all three and started sorting thru ur belongings, asking u now and then if u wanna keep something because he wasn’t sure. soft humming could be heard from u and echoing hums could be heard from bakugō.

bakugō has a good memory so he remembers where everything is suppose to go, so dont worry ur pretty little head abt him messing up ur stuff. after all, he does care abt u and everything related to u.

u were done with the two shelves he left u, so u went over to ur desk and repeated the taking everything out, wiping it down, and sorting process all over again for every corner of ur desk. bakugō eventually finished and came over to help ur last bit.

u were sitting on ur desk chair rearranging a small figure u have of ur favorite character from ur favorite show when bakugō suddenly lifted u up so he can sit on the chair and u on his lap.

u gasped at this and held onto his arms while he tightens his grip on u. after a moment and u guys settled down, u went back to ur figure while bakugō stuffed his soft face into the nape of ur neck. he leaves kisses on ur neck and shoulder before finally resting his chin onto ur shoulder.

“u did a great job today. if u ever need help remember im here for u, angel. u dont have to feel bad over something u cant control. i’ll keep telling u until it’s drilled into ur head, you’ll even hear it in ur sleep.”

at the last sentence u let out a quick laugh, but nodded ur head telling him u understand.

“i love u katsu.”

“hmm, love u more.”

#written with love - ar #this was longer than i intended #u gave the junk u guys found to ur classmates asking if they wanted anything and denki took majority of it. thanks denki #one mans trash is another mans treasure they say!! hell yea! #bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x gn!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x gn!reader #bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #bakugo comfort #bakugo fluff

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Abandoned 10

Summary: Jasper Hale/Reader

This is the tenth piece in my Abandoned Series; the continuation of this imagine can be provided by: two or more requests for it in the ask box

Jasper is much quieter than Edward about his relationship, he carefully explains to you how his family reacted last time a human had been brought around, mumbling the family drama in between kisses.

“Wait so basically you guys caught the attention of the vampire mafia and they just left you alone?” Jasper laughs a little. “Somewhat, they’ll probably try again, it’s kind of why I’m trying to keep you hidden, the more safety the better.” “And the massive pack of werewolves isn’t enough?” “It helps, but I prefer more low-key anyways.” You nod curling into his chest. “I prefer it too, wouldn’t want everyone giving me stares for taking Jasper Hale away from their daydreams.” He laughs again and shakes his head. “Edward’s heard their daydreams, being in a relationship doesn’t stop them. You should hear some of the things he hears about Bella.” You smile. He turns to the window, watching the sun dip. “Time’s up huh?” He nods kissing you and sliding out the window.

You’re shuffling through the halls trying to avoid everyone as usual. You can see the Cullen’s resting in their usual spot by the wall. You slide past them, refusing to look as you can feel their eyes on you. It lasts less than a few seconds before you’re on your way to English. You slip into your seat grimacing as the teacher starts to talk about your next project. Math is less exciting your teacher scolding you for your low score on the last test. You nod, making your way to lunch. You sit at the edge of the cafeteria, you watch the Cullen’s out of the corner of your eye as everyone does. You let your thoughts drift, already you can feel the anxiety bubbling under your chest as you think of your mother visiting this weekend. You know she’ll ask all sorts of questions and snap at you. You rub your hands over your head and sigh, dragging yourself from the cafeteria and start walking home. You can feel Jasper’s eyes lingering on you as you leave. You make it home unlocking your door and wincing as you can hear your mother moving around upstairs.

“Mom! I got off early! Uncle Evan isn’t here. He’s at work and-“ You mother appears on the stairs frowning. “Your room is a mess, and the other rooms are so dusty.” “I don’t go into any other rooms besides mine and the bathroom. Downstairs is much nicer it’s where we spend most of our time.” You mother nods settling herself on the couch and waiting expectantly. “Where’s dad?” “He couldn’t make it, work is taking up all his time as usual.” You nod. Sitting awkwardly in the armchair. “I can call Evan and see if he can come home and-“ “I already called him. He’s on his way.” “Of course. Tea?” You hold out a mug and she nods to the table where you place it, you can hear the door open and sigh gratefully as your uncle walks through. “Hey Vivian.” “Evan.” She nods and he scowls. “You weren’t supposed to be coming up for another week. Why so early?” You watch your mother frown. “I wasn’t sure how I’d find the house if you had time to prepare and clean everything.” She huffs.

“Well as I’m sure your daughter has told you we only spend time downstairs.” He rolls his eyes and your mother nods turning to you. “Don’t you have homework?” You nod using the excuse to rush upstairs and into your room. You scowl, your books and everything on your shelves having been moved. You turn when you see Jasper standing against your closet. “Your mom seems, detail orientated.” You turn frowning shifting your books from alphabetical order back to how they were organized. Jasper freezes, sliding out of the window winking as you turn your mother barging in. “You uncle assured me you’re fine here. I’m leaving now.” She pulls you into a surprisingly warm hug and holds you for a moment. “You can come home anytime you need.” “I know mom, I know. I like it here, the weather is perfect.” She laughs as the rain picks up. “Of course you love it here, it’s always raining. The forest looks incredible, don’t wander too far.” She kisses your forehead and turns to the door. “Hey mom, don’t be a stranger, but please plan your visits.”

“Of course, now I have quite a drive ahead of me.” She smiles and you follow her down hugging her at the door. You turn to your uncle as she drives away. “Wow thirty minutes, record visit.” He laughs and you nod. “How was it?” He shrugs and you nod again. “She complained how messy the house is, I told her she was welcome to stay, she refused, as usual. And said she hopes you’re keeping your grades up and that no boys are distracting you.” He laughs a little and you squirm under his gaze. “Besides that crush you have, and yes it’s totally a crush. No one’s caught your interest?” You shake your head face pinking. “You should ask him for dinner, or whatever kids do these days, actually don’t do that, be safe. Consent and all that.” You frown at him. “Sorry was that too awkward?” “I haven’t even talked to him outside school. We’re not even friends.” You shrug and he pulls you into a side hug. “Seriously kid, just another half year to go and then you can go wherever you want. I know this is tough, it’s just till you’re 18.” You nod looking nervously back up the stairs. “She mess up your room again?” You nod shrugging a little. “Hey, you going to be alright?”

“Yeah. Just sucks being reminded I have no friends or really anyone besides you here. I don’t mind, but sometimes it hurts a little.” You shrug again and your uncle pulls you into a full hug. “Well how about after school tomorrow we go up to the river spot you like so much, I have the day off anyways.” He smiles crookedly and you return his hug. “I’d love that.” “No go up and fix your room before you have a panic attack.” Jasper’s still gone when you get back up and you finish rearranging your books and shelf, before putting away your laundry and starting your homework. It’s after ten when you give up hope of him reappearing, instead curling under your covers and trying to sleep.

You wake up groggy and shower, shoving yourself into your clothes and out the door. Your uncle drives you to school and as you get out you’re surprised to see the Cullen’s absent. The rain is pelting your already wet hair and you can feel your uncle’s chiding voice digging into your ears about how you’ll get sick. You skid into class curling against the radiator that you’re thankfully sat next to. You’re walking toward your usual table in lunch when Jasper arm swings around you and pulls you to his table. You blink up at him as he stretches sitting in his usual spot gesturing to the chair he pulled over. “Sit.” You obey nervously looking to the rest of his family. “We know you know. Jasper told us everything last night.” You blink at Edward. “So is the vampire mafia going to kill me now?” Emmett laughs smiling. Rosalie rolls her eyes. “I like her. You have good taste.” Emmett smiles at you and you shift in your chair. “Really hoping that’s not a double entendre.” Emmett laughs more. And Edward grimaces. “Jasper, really? Can you please not.” Jasper blinks at him and then smirks. “Feeling it is worse.” Edward scowls and you look confused. “What happened?” Bella smiles her voice lowering.

“Edward can read minds, Jasper can sense and change emotions, Edward more than likely heard Jasper’s thoughts, which Edward has had similar, so Edward trying to call him out on it is silly, especially when feeling things is worse than just thinking them.” She high fives Jasper who smirks again at Edward. “Wait, so you can just make people happy whenever you want?” “Yes. I can also-“ “Why’s Edward so grumpy then.” Rosalie laughs this time. “Esme is going to love her.” “Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m going hiking with my uncle later today! So I’m busy. Sorry.” You frown at the last part and Jasper pulls you closer. “It’s okay, Emmett and I were going to go hiking as well, less hiking more predators.” You frown twining your hands together. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Just a couple of bears.” Emmett shrugs. “No I mean the rangers put out a new limit on hunting, they’re checking everyone that comes in and out of the forests.” You chew your lip. “We’re going past Seattle to get it.” You nod appeased for the moment they wont be in danger. Emmett walks you to your shared biology class. “You do realize we’re like the worlds top predators, and we don’t exactly use guns, this isn’t anymore dangerous than you going to a café for a coffee.” You frown at him. “I just don’t want any of you to get hurt. It wouldn’t sit well with me.” He rolls his eyes.

You’re standing outside waiting for your uncle as he finishes getting his camera ready for the hike. He appears, locking the door and you both start up into the forest. “It’s nice you’re so easy to please you know, most kids want expensive shit and you lose your shit when it rains, it’s great. I’ve never saved this much money on Christmas and birthdays before.” He laughs and you nod jogging ahead excitedly. He overtakes you easily and you can hear his startled gasp. There are two wolves across the river. One a sandy blond, and the other a light gray almost silver, you uncle looks overjoyed, and you can see his camera moving. You’re nervous, they look huge, too big to be wolves and you hope Jasper hasn’t run into them; they look like they could do serious damage. You uncle steps forward and the wolves take no notice, you creep forward with him but hover back as he leans over the edge of the river on his stomach to try to get a better angle. He pulls himself back up and you can see the wolves have noticed growling and snarling as he nervously backs up, slipping and twisting his ankle as he stumbles from the river’s edge. The sudden movement he makes startles you, the muddy edge also claiming you as victim as you slip backwards gashing your head on a rock. You hiss, feeling slightly dizzy as you stumble towards your uncle.

“Shit.” He hisses and you nervously hover, half trying to drag him towards the trail. It takes you an extra two hours but you both manage to make it back to the house where you uncle hobbles to his car and insists you’re both going to the hospital.

“I’m fine! It was just a little rock is all. Nothing. Nothing bad.” You clutch your head wincing as the lights seem to distort for a moment. You can see the nurse who’s bandaging up your uncles ankle frown and call someone over. “Hello there. While I’d prefer we meet under better circumstances, let’s have a look.” You hiss and try to jerk away as the man shines a light into your eyes, you thrust your hands out trying to shove him away. “Warn me next time, it hurts.” “The light hurts?” He sounds worried. “I have a migraine from the rock.” You think he nods, but he carefully picks you up and places you on a hospital bed. “Just to check. I don’t think anything is wrong it’s a safety measure.” You can hear him talking to your uncle and then you start to fall asleep. The man shakes you awake scowling.

“Don’t sleep.” You nod blinking more as the bright light is suddenly gone from your vision. You recongnise you’re getting a MRI and the darkness seems to help clear your head. You don’t feel tired anymore or dizzy and as you wait for the nurse to come pull you out you hope you uncle is okay. “All done sweetheart, now lets get you seated here and-“ You cringe when the light’s flicker on. “Don’t worry we’ll move you to a dark room. We just have to get there first.” You nod keeping your eyes shut as you feel the hospital bed enter a darkened area. “There.” You open your eyes smiling at your uncle who’s leg is propped up. “Broke it.” You wince. The doctor comes in. “I’m going to shine this in your eyes now, try not to slap me again.” Your uncle laughs and you bite your lip. “Sorry about her Dr. Cullen.” “Just Carlisle is fine. Well seems everything is fine, you don’t have a serious concussion, and no sign of any other damage besides that cut, which we stitched up and your wrist.”

“Wait I have stitches?” Carlisle nods. “You kept your eyes closed so I just went ahead and saved you the trouble.” He smiles holding out a needle and thread that’s packed in a little sterile pocket. “What about my wrist?” You turn noting the cast for the first time. “Shit.” You blink at him and he smiles. “Just temporary, it’s not broken, but I figured it might be better than a sprain brace, they tend to make it worse before they get better.” “Thanks.” You nod. “Can we go home now?” Carlisle nods and you stand up swaying slightly as you uncle moves forward on his crutches. “My son offered to drive you home.” You uncle nods in thanks and you make your way to the car staring at Emmett in the drivers seat. He smirks. “Your chauffer has arrived.” He swings himself out opening the doors and helping your uncle in. You slid in while he’s fussing with the crutches and Emmett smiles starting the car and driving to your house.

“My dad was saying you drove here with a broken ankle. Very dangerous.” He tuts chuckling as you uncle laughs. “It wasn’t broken when I got in the car.” “So the car broke it?” Emmett turns eyeing the cast you have. “Can I sign it?” You nod holding it out as he pulls a marker out from his pocket. He smiles at you and opens the door after he takes your uncles keys. “Do you want me to do anything else? Take out trash? Laundry?” “You’ve done more than enough thank you. We can handle it from here.” “Make sure to elevate it!” He calls out as the closes the door.

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What About Trust, Chapter 2

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal.  RATING: M

Loki was upstairs in his book shop, using his magic to re-organise all his books.

There had been a few customers in earlier, they made a mess by not placing books back in their rightful place. His presence had made it rather clear that they were not welcome. So they soon scarpered out.

If he didn’t have to keep up pretences by doing something of a job here on Midgard, he would just barricade the door shut and hide himself away in his little shop and apartment through the back.

He was just finishing when he heard the little bell ringing at the front. Grunting in annoyance, he quickly dropped his magic and rushed forward to the bannister to see who was coming in now.

A familiar face beamed up at him.

‘Hey, Luke! I finished the book you gave me, oh my god it was so good.’ Cleo said as she waved up at him.

The smallest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips for a split second as he descended the stairs at a leisurely pace. ‘You can’t have finished it already? It’s barely been forty-eight hours.’ He drawled.

‘You bet I’ve finished it. Wednesdays are usually really quiet at work anyway, so I was able to get in a lot of reading. And I have plenty of time in the evenings. I couldn’t put it down, it was fascinating.’ She grinned.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm and folded his arms over his chest as he stood on front of her. ‘Did you come back here just to tell me that?’

‘No. I’ve come to read more of your books. And to annoy you.’ She chirped and went to fish out the Shakespeare play she had looked at the other day.

He rolled his eyes and followed her carefully, watching in amusement as she looked for it. He had done some rearranging downstairs too earlier. Now the book she sought was on the top shelf. And she let out a huff when she noticed it up there.

Turning around, it was her turn to fold her arms over her chest. ‘Did you move it up there on purpose?’

Loki looked innocent and put his hands out to the side. ‘Do you really think I would re-arrange my entire shop, to get one book on the highest shelf, just to annoy you?’

She narrowed her eyes at him.

‘Because you would be absolutely right.’ He chuckled and moved next to her, reaching up he grabbed the book easily and started to bring it down towards her, but then he stopped just out of her reach.

‘When you’re finished with it, you’ll come look for me to place it back. I don’t just want it randomly squeezed in where it shouldn’t be.’ He said firmly.

‘Did I mess up your shop the last time I was in?’

Loki regarded her carefully for a moment. ‘No. I suppose you didn’t.’ He mumbled and gave her the book.

‘Thanking you.’ She grinned and headed for his chair.

He would be lying if he said the mortal didn’t pique his curiosity. He’d never really taken proper notice before of the mortals, thinking them below him and that was it. But as he stood and really looked at Cleo, he was finding himself noticing a lot of rather attracting features.

Shaking his head, he tried to ignore where that train of thought was going and he went back upstairs to finish off sorting his books. But he had to be careful and do some of it manually, in-case Cleo came up and saw him using his powers.

He wasn’t too fussed about mortals seeing his powers, if they knew of him in the first place. Usually, it was easy to tell when someone recognised him, as they mostly ran out of the place at speed. But it was rare, since the incident happened in New York. He discovered that many in the UK didn’t believe in aliens and superheroes, and thought America was making it all up. Which suited him just fine. He didn’t exactly want hordes of people flocking to his shop.

Just over an hour passed, Loki hadn’t heard anything from Cleo downstairs. He started to wonder if she was even still there. Though he never heard the bell at the door, there was no way she could’ve sneaked out on him.

But when he went downstairs, he found she was still there. Completely hooked on the Shakespeare play. Deciding not to disturb her, he went through the back to leave her in peace for a while longer. He knew himself how annoying it was to be disturbed when you were engrossed in a book or play.

-

When Cleo finished the play, she realised she had completely lost track of time. She looked around, but there was no sign of Loki. So she went upstairs and attempted to put the book back where it belonged.

But there was one little problem. She couldn’t reach the shelf, no matter how hard she tried. She looked around but couldn’t find steps or anything to use either.

‘God dammit.’ She went back downstairs to try and find something to use. Of course, there was plenty of books she could’ve made a step with, but she wasn’t going to risk ruining any of them.

Then an idea crossed her mind. She pulled some books out from some of the lower and middle shelves, making some space. She was able to use the gaps as steps and carefully climbed up the shelves, until she was halfway up and able to reach the top shelf to cautiously put the Shakespeare play back in its rightful place.

‘What are you doing?’ Came a voice suddenly from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Loki. ‘You were nowhere to be found, so I improvised.’

‘Climbing on my shelves is not exactly’

‘Catch me!’ She suddenly called out, interrupting him, and she jumped off the shelves towards him. Loki swiftly caught her with ease, surprised at her actions as he placed her down to her feet.

‘Are you mad?’ He looked at her with wide eyes while she put her trainers back on, she had taken them off to make sure she didn’t get any dirt on the shelves. Then she began putting the other books back in their place.

‘Probably. Aren’t we all a bit mad, though? And what’s wrong with a little trust exercise?’ She stood up straight, smiling at him.

‘Why would you trust someone you don’t know?’

She shrugged. ‘Well, why wouldn’t I? You’ve not given me a reason not to trust you yet. So why does it always have to be that you need to know someone before you can trust them. Why can’t you just trust someone until they give you a reason not to?’

Loki’s mouth parted slightly, but he was a little stunned. She had a point, in a way. But he thought her a bit foolish, at the same time. Though he did feel a tiny bit guilty too… But when it sank in more, he realised there was nothing wrong with that statement, really. Why couldn’t you trust another being straight away?

Cleo grinned smugly. ‘I can see the gears turning in your brain. I don’t often make sense, but when I do, I do.’

Loki smirked a little and squinted his eyes at her briefly. ‘You’re right, you don’t seem to make sense often.’

Cleo rolled her eyes at that, then glanced at her watch and her face dropped. ‘Oh, crap. I’m going to be late to meet my friend. Sorry, Luke. I better go. Thank you for letting me read for a while…’ She rummaged in her bag and pulled out some money, holding it out to him. ‘Here.’

‘Absolutely not necessary.’ Loki shook his head and put his hands behind him.

‘I know I’m not buying anything as it’s a bit out of my budget, but I want to support your shop.’ She pleaded.

‘Nope, if you pay me simply for enjoying one of my books in here, I would be insulted. I appreciate the gesture, but there’s no need.’ Loki said softly.

Cleo didn’t want to argue, so she huffed and put her money away. She put her bag over her shoulder again and studied Loki for a moment.

‘What?’

‘You’re rather interesting, for a book shop owner.’ She smiled.

‘Are book shop owners not normally interesting?’ He quipped.

Cleo pondered for a moment. ‘Not normally, no.’

Loki chuckled. ‘Well, you’re rather curious for a… what is it you do?’

‘I work in a record shop over on Oxford street. A friend of mine owns it.’

‘Oh really? So you’re a music lover and a book lover.’

‘Yep. The two best things in life. Both are a means of escape from the real world, which is needed sometimes. And while having books and music all on your phone can be handy, you just can’t beat physically holding a vinyl and placing it on the record player. Likewise with holding physical books.’ Cleo’s eyes were sparkling as she spoke, making Loki smile fondly.

He wondered what her home looked like. Instantly suspecting it would be filled with books and records.

‘I best let you get off to your friend. Thank you for not misplacing the book.’ He winked at her, making her laugh.

‘Yeah, I better get going. She hates it when I’m late. Thanks again, Luke.’ She headed off and as she left, she gave him a wave before disappearing out the door.

Loki slid his hands into his pockets and just stood there, staring at the door for a while. He wasn’t sure why, really. But what she said about trust really hit him. He tried shaking it off, allowing a mortal to get under his skin was not like him at all. She likely wouldn’t show her face again anyway, or would get bored of his shop soon enough…

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #what about trust #submission #chapter 2 #Fanficshiddles

[giggles-and-freckles]

“If a book is well written I always find it too short” for the Austen/bronte prompts you posted a few days ago (if you want)

“Do we have to?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan said with a tired glare. “Now go inside. Come on. Scoot, scoot.”

Anakin made a sound of contempt as his Master pushed him through the doors.

“How am I supposed to find anything in here?” Anakin frowned, looking up at the towering shelves. “It’s huge.”

“The Archives contain every record in Jedi history.” Obi-Wan turned a corner. “Keep up, Anakin.”

“Your legs are longer than mine!” he whined, tripping over himself to follow the older Jedi.

Master and Padawan winded through the shelves and shelves of holocrons, datapads, and artifacts until they finally arrived at the books. Anakin was sure Obi-Wan had been making circles for the last ten minutes just to mess with Anakin because there was no way the Archives were actually that big.

“Here we are,” Obi-Wan said and smiled. Actually smiled. As if a few million books looming over a person was something to smile about.

“When’s lunch?” Anakin asked.

“Never,” Obi-Wan said without missing a beat. Anakin frowned. He’d been sure that would throw his Master off enough to stage some sort of diversion from this absolute torture. “Now pay attention. These shelves here are a good place for you to start. Many of the books even have pictures–”

“What shelves are you going to be at?”

That stopped Obi-Wan. He blinked. “I’ll be...just down there. The theoretical texts. I’ve been looking for a book on–”

“I want to get my book from over there, too.”

Something shifted across Obi-Wan’s face and in the air between them. He absentmindedly reached for his own shoulder. His hand pulled at the air right above it for a second before dropping to his side. Anakin recognised the gesture; his Master was looking for his Padawan braid to tug on.

“I don’t think you’d find those books interesting.”

“But you like them.”

“Well, yes, but–”

Realisation dawned on Anakin. That’s why Obi-Wan had looked so funny. Why his presence in the Force had seemed to almost blur for a moment. “But I’m too stupid.”

The older Jedi’s eyes widened. “What?! No–”

“I can’t even spell theoretical, Master.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan shook his head frantically. “I’m sixteen years older than you. Of course I’m going to be at a different reading level.”

“My reading level is no level.”

“That’s not true,” Obi-Wan frowned. “You’ve made incredible progress in your reading, Padawan. Yesterday, you–”

“Then why do my books have pictures?” He spat the last word like it was poison.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “I can only teach you so many fundamentals using the ancient philosophy books I have in our quarters. You’re doing so well, but I simply don’t have what you need. We need age-appropriate material and I’d rather you choose something you like than me choosing something that will only make you miserable.”

“But these books are so easy.”

“You’re only just beginning. ‘Easy’ is where everyone starts.”

Anakin pouted, but picked a random book off the shelf anyway. It was brightly coloured and had a picture of a large underwater creature of some sort on the front. He squinted at the letters that seemed to come off the page and rearrange themselves into incorrect orders specifically designed to remind Anakin of his incompetence.

He sighed in frustration. “What does it say?” He held the book up toward Obi-Wan, his cheeks red with humiliation at having to ask his Master for help.

“It says…” Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Crecheling’s First Fish.”

“Ugh,” Anakin shoved the book back onto the shelf. “See?! These are for babies!”

“That was only one book.” The older Jedi crouched down and started thumbing through the shelf. “What about this one?”

Anakin turned up his nose immediately.

So for the next hour, they went through books. Eventually, Anakin joined his Master on the floor and they pulled dozens of books off the shelf, sometimes thumbing through the pages, but usually making judgement calls based on the covers. 

“A whole galaxy of creatures and planets and species and this author decided to write their books about droids,” Obi-Wan said, flipping a book back over in his hand and moving to place it back on the shelf.

Anakin looked up from the book he had been frowning at. “Droids?”

“I know,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Not really the substance of most young readers’ dreams.”

“Let me see.”

Because Obi-Wan was wrong. Or mostly wrong. Maybe it wasn’t the substance of most young readers’ dreams, but–

It sure was the substance of Anakin’s.

“The droid book?” Obi-Wan lifted his eyebrows. “It’s not very…” He trailed off and Anakin could feel his eyes on him. He didn’t care.

There on the front was a bright and shiny R2 unit. It wasn’t blue like his friend from Naboo, but Anakin had always been good at pretending. He traced the title with his finger.

Obi-Wan spoke up. “It says–”

“Duel of the Droids.”

“Y–yes,” Obi-Wan nodded vigorously, before a small smile crept up his face. “You’re right.”

Anakin pushed down the self-satisfaction and opened the first page. The spine of the book made a satisfying crack, which Obi-Wan had told Anakin meant no one had read it before.

How had no one read this book?

“You like that one?” Obi-Wan asked.

And then Anakin remembered. They were here to find a book for him to learn to read. Because he didn’t know how. “Oh. Uh...no. Not really.”

“Are you sure? It–”

“Let’s keep looking.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned now. “We’ve been in here for an hour. And it seems like that book is a really good fit for you.”

He wanted to reply. He wanted to tell his Master yes, the book was a great fit for him actually and he’d like to read it all right there on the floor of the Archives!

But he didn’t want to disappoint him, so he stayed quiet. Because you hardly ever disappoint anybody if you just stay quiet. All slaves know that.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan prompted again.

So Anakin casted his eyes to the floor and said in a voice he hoped his Master couldn’t really hear, “It’s...too short to be a real book.”

Obi-Wan lightly withdrew the book from Anakin’s grasp. He inspected it for a moment and then smiled warmly. “Personally, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.”

from these austen/bronte prompts

#and some fluff bc I genuinely felt BAD about that prompt before #obi teaching ani how to read is the hc NO ONE can pry from my hands DEAD OR ALIVE #I just love the idea of it so much #obi & ani #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my fic #sw fanfiction

[hey-there-juliet]

Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked. 

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes. 

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding. 

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there. 

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination. 

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection. 

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up. 

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket. 

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world, 

Bittersweet love story about a girl 

Shook me to the core 

Voice like an angel, 

I've never heard before, 

- 

You and me together, it's more than chemistry 

- 

Love me as I am 

I hold your music 

Here inside my hands 

- 

You are my brightest burning star 

- 

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground. 

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer." 

    "I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her. 

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant. 

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter. 

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

-

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

#RDD #23 by 23 challenge #fanfic #mine #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #fic recs

[cosmiclatte28]

Spring Break (Hendery x you)

a/n : surprise! I am here with a Hendery oneshot, to all my Hendery lover friends here, please enjoy this light scenario!

featuring Jeno! and you as librarian

tagging @neopalette

here we go!!

It's another tiring day in your town's library. With Spring break happening, students happen to flood the room with laughter and chattering while they pick a book to read before school starts again.  Not that you dislike seeing the library full, you're even okay with letting them talk a little bit louder since no one is studying there, but you're super tired with the extra work to do.

First students happen to either return their books from last term or rush around the catalog computer to find a textbook they can rent for the next school year. It's funny when you see how those students who just come once or twice a year to rent textbooks, appear at the same time.

You are a book lover, you don’t really stick your nose to the pages but you love taking care of books and making sure their covers are still nice and their pages intact. You love rearranging books and guessing the plot from the title. But when it comes to cleaning up when you're closing ….that is a problem.

“I swear, why are there so many  books piling up today.” You sigh as you once again classify the books in a trolley with your colleague, Jeno, before returning them to the racks.

Jeno shrugs his shoulder “Because Haechan yesterday did not return the books into the shelf but just leave them here.”

You grunt “Ah Haechan! He really should learn how tiring it is for the next team to take two loads of work.”

“I guess some emergency happened, he's not the type to leave his job unfinished.” Jeno tries to cover up Haechan.

You roll your eyes “Whatever, now bring me those piles.” You point to the last pile of books and it's the fiction books.

“This is the most fiction pile I've received back this week,” you comment while arranging the title in the ordered alphabet sequence.

Jeno raises his brow “What's with this book? This is in hot demand.” Jeno shows you a cover you’re also seeing for the last week.

“Oh yeah! That book is always asked by students some even borrows it and by the time its back, someone else took it home.” You ponder. The title is not ringing any bell to you, you flip the pages but choose not to read this first and let the others finish it.

“I am not a bookworm too.” Jeno laughs when he realized he had been asking the wrong person.

Anyways you finish returning the books into their shelves with Jeno and arrive home four hours after your closing hours. Why?

Oh the bus that usually takes you home, happens to be not running today out of the blue. You are super tired from returning the books, you're hungry but your wallet was left at home and you need to walk to the metro to take a detour instead.

After the long way home where the seats are full, you arrive to your small shared apartment. Woah what a day, you thought.

With big hopes you open the door to expect seeing a cooked meal and your maybe your boyfriend

“Ah not my lucky day.” You yelp when you step into the room to see the total opposite.

“Don’t walk! Louis just misbehaves and peed.” He motions you to stay frozen on the door and you did.

Your eyes follow your boyfriend who's running to take dry towel to clean the mess you almost stepped unto.

“Woah, Louis what's wrong?” you pat the cat once you jump over the mess and close the door.

The cat just purrs at you and leans to your scratches more. You giggle feeling a bit better from the cute cat.

“Long day?” your boyfriend asks after he returns from tossing the towel away and washed his hands.

You nod as you drag your  chair and sit on the dining table “Got any food, Hendery?” you look around the kitchen.

No there's no food in the dining table, only jams and butter but no goodies.

Hendery scratches his head “I thought you ate already since you're coming home super late.” He glances to the watch. It's almost nine.

You drap your fingers on the table “Do we have ramen?”

He quickly stands up to check the cabinet and luckily you have some.

“Sit down, i'll make you hot ramen.” Hendery begins to fill the pot with water and boils it.

“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek when you walk to take drink out of the refrigerator. He kisses you back “Sorry I should’ve cooked you something, or bought you dinner on my way home”

You crack open a fresh cold can of beer and gulp it down “Don’t worry, I'm not gonna die.” You lean your back to the counter next to him and loosen up your uniform shirt.

“How's your day?” you question him in return.

He smiles “It was fun, I especially like the yoga class.”

You sigh “Lucky you, you know what you like and you can join workshops.”

Hendery turns the stove off and drains the water away “You can do that too. Maybe look for a sewing class? You look like you make a good tailor.”

You roll your eyes “Wow just one session and you're a funny comedian now!”

He scoffs and just shrugs his shoulder “Whatever, now here sit and eat before I finish everything.” He smiles as he puts down the pot and takes out the dining set for you

You smile “Thanks love,” you pick up your chopstick and begin digging in. J is playing with Louis across you, trying to keep the cat away.

“How is the library?” your man asks you when he sees you almost done eating.

You wipe your mouth “Quiet a day. There's so many books to return every night. There's this one person who always borrow books under one name but the person borrowing and returning it was never the same.”

Hendery looks puzzled and you mirror his face “I know I sound crazy, but that happens!”

He quizically looks at you “Maybe a coincidence?”

You shake your head “I don’t know, and this person reads like hella fast. A thick book can be finished within a day or two!”

“What is the name?” he sounds interested and you close your eyes trying to remember the name.

“Something chinese-ey… hmm wait let me think, I never remember this but I know when I see it.” You frown.

“And gosh the people borrowing the books are all good looking!” your brain remembers this instead of the name.

Hendery looks at you with a smirk “Oh hotter and more handsome than me?”

You quickly shake your head “No, I mean well they have their own charms.. one is super tall like a model, one has a pretty smile, one looks fun, one seems so mature and oh gosh the other has a pretty voice! I heard his humming.”

Hendery nods “That's 5” he shows up his palm and you raise a brow

“What’s wrong with that?” you gulp your drink.

Louis jumps from his lap “I mean try to look everyday like until Sunday? Maybe you'll see the real owner of the name?”

He sounds odd but nothing is ever normal with Hendery. So you play along with him

--

You meet the sixth guy on Saturday and you boldly ask if he is the owner of the name, to which the man with cute cat eyes sadly says no.

“Jeno, I am so confused with this mysterious person. They always borrow books but never show up. Why?” you ask on the night where both of you have to take overtime to return the books again.

Jeno laughs “Maybe they're busy?”

You scoff “Who is busy on a spring break?”

Jeno chuckles “We are.”

You sigh, he's not wrong…

“How can you find yourself a partner if you're cracking lame jokes.” You look at him with pity

Jeno pokes your stomach “Your boyfriend is also cracking lame jokes, yet he got you.”

You laugh, he's once again not wrong.

--

“Welcome, how's your Sunday?” You ask to the man with a sunglasses and a mask in front of you.

He feigned a “good"  which you miss since you're busy taking the card for the data.

“Name?” you ask, eyes still on your computer and book

“Huang Guanheng,” he answers shortly

You raise your brow and look up to see if this is another man. You frown when he looks down on his feet. Maybe he's shy, you thought

“Card please?” you reach out your hand that has a small heart tattoo on the wrist.

“Oh right!” he reaches for his pocket and when he hands his card to you, a sliver of his wrist comes to show and you gasp

“Babe?!” you stare in surprise

Hendery scratches his neck and pulls down his sunglasses “Yes?”

You swipe the card and quickly note the name “The hell? Are you also in this game?!” you sound a little bit furious.

Hendery bends to reach your height and gets closer to your face

“Correction, I am not playing a game.”

You scoff “Then what?”

He returns his sunglasses and leans back “I am Huang Guanheng.” He takes the book away from you and with a wink he flies away to the door. Each step he takes looks like he's in a runway.

All eyes are on him, well how can one not stare at a man with a black sunglasses, black turtleneck, red scarf  and long anime legs walking through the door

You still freeze in your spot and Jeno brings you back to life with a tap on your head.

“Ouch!”

“That was the seventh mystery? Who's next?” Jeno leans on the counter next to you and you tap his shoulder repeatedly

“That was Hendery!”

Jeno looks at you confusedly “Hendery? Oh as in your boyfriend? Oh he's in the mysterious game too?”

You groan “No. He is Huang Guanheng!”

Jeno bursts into a laugh “I don’t know who's silly here, you for not knowing your boyfie's name or you getting fooled by him. Either one, I have a great laugh today! Tell him he will be a great comedian! I can smell that already!”

Jeno laughs away to tell the other librarian and you still stare at the computer data and card with disbelief.

Huang Guanheng is Hendery, your own man. The same man you've been dating for three years. And today he surprised you with his real name.

  end

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