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urfavbooblover · 6 months

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Hi:) can I request a dbh connor x reader fluff? It can be anything you are comfortable with, I only carve for a cute, , nervous, blushing Connor :’)

Hi! Thank you for your request :) I apologize for this late publish, i was taking a quite long break but i still hope you’ll be happy to read this and enjoy it, i had much fun to write this cute imagine btw!

Blushing mess || Connor x gender neutral reader

Warnings: slight cursing but just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

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Y/N’s pov:

I was awoken from my sleep, by my annoying alarm, as i rolled onto my other side, reaching out my arm and lazily turning it off, letting out a groan of frustration. Another day of work was waiting for me and i was already not having it. So much shit has been going on lately and it seems like everyone is expecting way too much from me.

I’m surprised Hank is pretty understanding when it comes to my situation, usually he’s a big jerk but we built a good and steady friendship, which lead us to being great work buddies if i’m being honest. He can still be a pain in the ass sometimes.

I sat up on my bed, my mind wandering off to think of one special person. Well, he’s not a person, Connor is more likely a machine, one of the androids to be exact. He has been assigned to work with Hank but they don’t get along very well, i’m full of hope it’ll change any time soon though.

I felt a smile forming to my face, just thinking about him. Connor is probably one of the main reasons i still enjoy work, don’t get me wrong i actually learned to like my job, he just makes it a lot better. I couldn’t help but feel interested in him, he’s not just good looking but i started a liking in his personality too.

I reached a different type of motivation for this day and decided to get ready and have some breakfast. I didn’t notice how fast time was moving forward, so that’s when i rushed out of the house and grabbed some coffee on the way to my working place.

Arriving at the police department central station, i got out of my car, reaching the entrance. I walked in and took a sip of my still warm drink. I greeted my coworkers as friendly as i could be and finally took my seat across from Hank.

“Morning Y/N”, he spoke, gazing up at me from his computer. “Good morning Hank.”, i replied in a somewhat really nice tone, noticing he wasn’t in such a bad mood today. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.

“Oh good morning Y/N. It’s nice to see you again.”, i heard a familiar voice saying, seeing Connor back at Hanks side. “Good morning to you too Connor. It looks like you’re being positive, huh?”, i said, my eyes never leaving him. I’m not quite sure but i could bet i just heard Hank letting out a scoff.

“If Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t told you yet, we got some news for one of the deviants, it seems like he has been spottet somewhere and we’re about to investigate the location. I did a good job myself.”, Connor explained and earned an unamused glance from Hank, who wasn’t too happy about Connor’s own praise.

“Well, sounds great! You guys should inspect and move forward then. I probably got lots of work to finish here.”, i said, expressing the last sentence in a bored tone. “Actually, we want you to come with us on the mission today.”, Connor replied, trying to hide the fact, that his lips formed into a small smile.

“Yea. More like you. It was your idea Connor.”, Hank stated, letting out a huff. He was obviously exposing him there. “What? Uh, maybe i just don’t mind some help.”, he defended himself, blocking off any accusations, even though his face was slightly flushed. Androids could in fact blush, they’re designed so much like humans, it’s crazy.

And I myself couldn’t help but grin at the situation in front of me. “It’s alright guys, i’m glad to come with you. I rather be out from this place anyways.”, i stood up, waiting for them both to return the act, so we could go.

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On the ride to the spot, it was mostly quiet. Connor was the only one who began to talk a lot, explaining everything about the deviant he found out and it was honestly interesting, but i could see from the passenger seat that Hank was annoyed by hearing all of this again.

it didn’t take too long though and Hank finally parked the car. I took a look out of the window, seeing an old house, the color was already coming off and it seems like the people living there didn’t care much about it.

After my small inspection, i opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Hank was on his way to the front porch, as i heard another door close behind me. I turned my head, to find Connor right next to me. Was he waiting for me the whole time or why was he still sitting in there?

“The deviant is supposed to hide here. I just know an old couple is living there.”, he spoke up still looking forward, his gaze fixed on the house, before he decided to lock eyes with me. I almost forgot how beautiful they looked.

“Well, makes sense then, that no one took care of it.”, i responded, quickly turning my attention back to Hank, where i was about to walk off to anyway, but i was stopped when i felt a hand gently wrapped around my underarm. “I should mention, Y/N. You look very pretty today.”, Connor nervously smiled at me. I wasn’t even able to respond, cause he was gone in a second.

I don’t think i would’ve ever expected this. He couldn’t even keep the eye contact, was he that nervous? Little did i know, he was practicing how he was going to confront me about it the whole car ride. I like this side of him though.

I was so stuck in my mind, i didn’t even notice anything around me, till- “Y/N! Are you coming now!”, Hank screamed me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, realizing they’re both waiting for me. I jogged up to them, my eyes landing on Connor who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You need to-“, “Pay attention, yea yea. I literally just zoned out for a second, it’s not that deep Hank.”, i interrupted his sentence, cause i already knew what he was going to try to lecture me about again. He only sighed at me in response, as i slid past him to enter the house.

“And now? Where is everyone?”, i asked in confusion, us three standing in a completely empty, old fashioned furnished house. “Yea, if you would’ve paid attention earlier, you would’ve known by now.”, Hank responded in his usual sassy voice. “Oh come on Hank, just inform me, instead of going on with ur childish games”

“Nobody responded to our knocks, Y/N. They didn’t open the door, so Hank kicked it in.”, Connor replied instead, a soft expression on his face. I gave Hank a weirded out look, as he shrugged his shoulders. Who cares if he was even allowed to do any of this, i just quickly wanna get this over with.

“Okay, you know what? I will search everything down here. You two, go upstairs.”, Hank commands, already walking away from this scene. I spun around, taking a look at Connor, who watched Hank closely with narrowed eyes.

“Let’s get going, Connor.”, i said, preceding to get up the staircase. He followed shortly behind, as his voice could be heard really close to me. “Hank is pretty hotheaded. He’s somehow always mad at everyone.”, “He got a very short tempter. It’s like he’s always mad at the world.”, i replied.

Connor nodded his head, before i decided to enter one of the rooms. My hand had a tight grip on my gun, that my belt was holding, but it wasn’t needed, the room was just as empty as the rest of the house.

Connor scanned the entire room as he suddenly crouched down, reaching out his arm. I watched as his fingers touched the blue liquid on the floor as he took a taste of it. I’m used to him doing this but i still scrunch up my face every time. “The androids blood is still fresh, he must’ve been here just a few minutes ago.”, he said.

My eyes were wide, interested in what he had to say. “And maybe he saw the cop car and us approaching the house. He probably fled cause he was too afraid to face the situation.”, Connor added to it as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Well, wouldn’t you do the same.”, i said with a slight smirk on my face, to which he was taken back. A nervous expression was painted all over his face once again, making my smile just grow wider. “I guess you’re right, Y/N.”, he replied, in a soft voice.

He had such a warm and welcoming look on his face as his eyes were fixed on me. You could say i was melting right on spot, trying not to show it too much. I could see his led on his face turning yellow for a moment, meaning he was just scanning me.

He quickly looked away though, now staring at the ground, which gave me the opportunity to silently watch him. He hasn’t said anything about what he has found out. Was I showing signs of anxiety? Most definitely.

“What’s wrong Connor? Are you nervous?”, i boldly asked, making him raise his head. “Nervous? Oh i was just-“, “You don’t have to lie to me, Connor.”, i chuckled, taking a step closer to him.

His cheeks were flushed and i could swear my heart was racing at this point. I’ve never had a guy being this cute, i also never had something going on with an android, nor have i ever felt anything for one. But with Connor it’s different.

And i wasn’t the only one who was all up in my mind, Connor seemed like his thoughts were overflowing. I may regret this forever now or my future me will be thankful i did this, when i decided to reach for his hand. My fingertips touched his skin as i grabbed his soft hand, my thumb slowly moving over the back of it.

His face was only turning into a deeper red tone and i wasn’t even able to read it. His eyes turned even softer if that’s possible and they were staring right into mine. My knees felt weak, but at least they could still hold my weight, right?

Connor on the other hand looked like he didn’t know what to do at all. I was in charge of the situation, which i myself couldn’t believe with a man like him. But it’s not like i didn’t enjoy any of this. Instead i moved closer to his body, till i could feel his breath, till our lips were only a few inches apart.

Soon to be, there was no space between us left anymore. Our lips finally touched and i was taken by surprise of how good his lips felt on mine. Connor’s lips moved smoothly against my own, my hand moving to the back of his head. I gently took a hold of his wrist, guiding his hand to my waist, placing it right there.

I didn’t know that androids could have such soft lips, due to my lack of experience with them. Connor probably hasn’t had any of them yet, but he’s even cuter this way. I never would’ve thought, that i would make the first move.

The kiss lasted for a good while, but someone just had to ruin it. “Hey guys, have you found-“, Hank rushed into the room, cutting off his own sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. We broke apart real fast as i spun my head around, facing the disappointed Hank.

“Hank we can explain-“, Connor tried to talk, but was now the one to be cut off. “Really?”, Hank said all bored, shaking his head. I could hear out the sarcasm though, he wasn’t mad at us for doing this. “And i thought this would never happen.”, he continued. Right, he was just mad it didn’t happen any sooner.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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An Early Christmas Gift

Note - thank you for the love on my previous work, merry Christmas you beauties 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 2.8k

Warnings - smutty smut

Your first Christmas Eve with mason was going exactly as you had planned. You’d finally wrapped all your presents, prepared all the food you needed for the next day and tidied the house within an inch of its life, all ready for the arrival of Masons and your family tomorrow.

In order not to have the stress of the day all be on your shoulders, you’d split the responsibilities of the food up, leaving you on turkey duty among a few other things, but at least you wouldn’t be catering for a small army all by yourself.

There was still a few hours of the evening left, and you were just finishing wiping down the last kitchen surface when Mason walked in fresh from his shower.

‘You still in here?’

‘Yes mason, I want it to be perfect for tomorrow’

‘Well if you keep scrubbing at that counter anymore you’ll take the top layer off’ he joked, kissing your temple as he took the cloth out of you hand. ‘Go sit and find us a Christmas film. I’ll make us a hot chocolate yeah?’

‘Okay but please don’t make a mess’ you pleaded with him but he was pushing you out the room gently.

‘Yeah yeah, don’t panic. I know how to tidy up after myself’

‘Could’ve fooled me’ you teased and he gave your bum a gentle tap as if to scold you for your words.

‘Meanie. Santa won’t be bringing you anything nice if you carry on’ he huffed and you left him to it as he prided himself on making a good hot chocolate. You sat and flicked through the channels before popping Netflix on and picking a random Christmas film, hitting pause until mason had joined you so you could both watch it from the start. You grabbed two coasters as you heard him coming and he quickly set down both your mugs, piled high with cream and marshmallows before he was running back to the kitchen and returning with a plate full of biscuits you’d made together the day before. ‘Not sure you deserve any of this now after the way you just spoke to me’ he pouted and you were quick to pull him into a kiss.

‘I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it’

‘I suppose I can forgive you’ he sighed dramatically before pecking your lips again and reaching for a biscuit.

‘Thank you for all this, Mase’ you told him, nodding over to both your drinks as you picked yours up to take your first sip. You had to admit he did make a good hot chocolate.

‘Don’t be silly, you’ve spent days trying to get everything ready for tomorrow, the least I can do is make you a drink’ he chuckled as he kissed your temple.

‘I just want tomorrow to be special’

‘And it will be. I really do appreciate everything you’ve done around here and as long as I’ve got you with me tomorrow then I think it’ll be the best Christmas I’ve ever had’ he whispered, kissing your cheek gently as you blushed. ‘We’ve got a few hours to relax now before it all kicks off in the morning so let’s just forget about all that for now’

You agreed, settling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. You pressed play on the movie and tried to relax as he’d told you too, enjoying his company before he would no doubt be ripped away from you tomorrow.

You’d finished your hot chocolate a while ago, both mugs now long forgotten on the coffee table and mason had managed too munch his way through most of the biscuits before he started to fidget. You knew he was uncomfortable as he preferred to lay on you most evenings so without a word you moved to lay down, patting your chest as an invitation for him to get comfy on you, and he slotted himself between your legs with a shy smile. Your hand instantly reaching into his hair to scratch over his scalp the way you knew he loved.

Soon after he was nuzzling up into your neck, placing sporadic kisses wherever he could reach and you felt him smile against you as you shivered.

‘I’ve missed you so much’ he whispered against your skin and you held onto him even tighter.

‘I’ve been here the whole time, Masey’ you told him, using that name to let you know you were feeling extra soft for him and he chuckled at the sound of it.

‘You know what I mean. I miss this with you, just being with each other. There’s been so much to do lately’ he explained and you nodded in agreement. He was right, you couldn’t remember a time in the last week that you both took an hour or so out just to relax and spend some time together. Sex had also been a rushed job the last few times, and his lips on your neck only made your need for him grow.

He must of known, being able to read you like a book most days, so he slightly lifted off you so he could reach up and kiss you properly. It was slow and lazy, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his bulge press against your crotch.

‘I’ve missed you too’ you whispered as he pulled back, and he bumped his nose against yours softly as he smiled.

‘Yeah?’

‘Mhmm’

‘How about you sit on my face so I can show you exactly how much I missed you’ he whispered against your lips before you broth broke out into a laugh at his words.

‘Jesus Christ, Mase’

‘Don’t take the lords name in vein on the eve of his birthday’ he scolded you and grabbed at your hips. ‘I know you’re stressed about tomorrow and you’ve been so busy trying to get it perfect. Just let me take care of my girl yeah? Let me show you how much I appreciate you before we have to keep it pg 13 tomorrow. We could call it an early Christmas gift?’

You chuckled as you let him pull you up to stand. The idea did sound appealing and it has been a while since he’s used his mouth on you. He always told you he liked doing it cause he loves the way you taste but deep down you knew he loved it cause it was your favourite thing. His tongue was like magic and the fact you loved it so much made him want to do it even more.

‘Now as cute as these are’ he said referring to your fleecey Christmas pyjamas, ‘I want them off’. You nodded and grabbed the hem of the top, lifting it from your body as he tugged down your trousers and helped you step free of them. He kicked both items of clothing across the room, leaving you stood there in absolutely nothing as he drank you in.

His next move surprised you as he sat down on the floor, his back again the sofa and his head leaning back into the seat. He shuffled back far enough so his head would be at a good angle for you to hover over and once he was comfy, he beckoned you over.

‘Come on baby, take a seat’ he winked and you giggled at his silliness. You rested your left knee by his right shoulder and swung your other leg over, facing the back of the sofa and away from him so you could grab the back for support. Mason reached up to hold you by you waist as if to steady you and you looked down to see him looking up at you from between your legs as you straddled his face. With one final wink from him, he pulled you down gently.

You let out a breathy moan instantly as his tongue teased you apart before finding your clit. You began rocking your hips against his face almost immediately as you felt his nose bump you whilst he swirled his tongue around your entrance and you couldn’t help but moan his name as he gently squeezed you hips in acknowledgment.

He was taking it slow on purpose and you could tell, drawing out your pleasure and making you feel as good as possible. You removed one hand from the back of the sofa and fisted it through his hair beneath you which in turn made him moan into your core. He always loved it when you tugged on his hair a little and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt him start to suck on you a little more.

You thought he might want some air so you started to rise up slightly, but he pulled you back down straight away and attaching his lips back onto your clit. The whines and whimpers coming from you only spurring him on and he pushed on your back slightly so you’d lean forward towards the sofa, pushing your bum in the air a little bit more.

You knew what was coming next when you felt his hand travel down your waist and over your bum, hooking his arm under you leg so he could slip his fingers into you. Groaning loudly, you tried to bounce up and down on them, being mindful of masons face under you but also getting caught up in the moment as it felt so good.

‘Fuck Mase, how are you so good at this’ you whimpered, never getting used to the way he made you feel. You felt him push up on you a little,so you stood up on your knees fully, and watched him take a few breaths in as his fingers still tormented you from the inside.

‘You gonna cum on my face?’ He asked, pressing sporadic kisses to your thighs and you nodded, feeling your legs start to shake.

‘Yes Mase, I’m close’

‘I know sweetheart, I can feel you’ he told you, pulling you back down to him as you moaned at his words. He carried on just as he had before and within minutes you felt that familiar tingle in your core, moaning his name repeatedly as you came all over his face and fingers. You felt him clean you up as best he could from under you, and when he removed his fingers from you, you knelt up to rest over the back of the sofa so he could climb up from under you.

Soon enough, you felt his hands on your back, gently encouraging you to lay down across the sofa with your head slightly hanging off the edge. He bent down to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself before standing up to undress himself.

You had to clench your thighs together when you saw him standing there above you with nothing on, the sight always turning you on instantly.

‘Nuh uh’ he tutted, placing his hands on your knees to open your legs back up. ‘I need those open baby’ he told you, slotting between your legs before peppering kisses all over your chest. ‘There’s so many things I wanna do to you’ he murmured against you skin before taking your right nipple in his mouth and sucking on it gently. When you felt his teeth graze against it as he moved his mouth off of you, you bucked your hips up into him, whispering his name as he attacked the other one.

You were done with waiting for him to finish teasing you so you reached down to take a hold of him, noticing the way he let out a rugged breath as soon as you made contact, trying to guide him to your entrance so he knew what you wanted. You felt him laugh as he traced his lips up from your chest to your ear.

‘Please, Mase’ you whispered, and he laughed darkly in your ear.

‘I only made you cum a minute ago. Are you really that needy for me again?’ He taunted, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his cockiness.

‘Yes Mase p-please’ you managed to get out, pushing your hips onto him but he was pulling away ever so slightly so you never quite made contact. ‘Please, I need to feel you’

‘Shhh baby’ he soothed, brushing some of the hair out of your face and sitting up on his knees before grabbing your leg that was closest to the sofa and resting it on the back. Moving it up and out of the way so you were spread open wider for him. ‘I got you okay? Just relax’ he whispered and you shuddered as he ran his fingertips over your body gently, reaching lower until he gripped your thighs again to spread you out even further.

You watched him spit down onto you, before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. The familiar burn as he stretched you out made you want to shut your eyes, but you forced them open, wanting to look at him as the pleasure took over his face. His dark eyes caught yours, his lips parting ever so slightly as he eased all the way in. Letting out a breath as he bottomed out before leaning over you, resting on his forearms and he touched his forehead to yours and your hands automatically reached to grab his shoulders. You both kept up the eye contact as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly but forcefully.

You were breathing into each others mouths and soon enough you needed to feel his lips on yours, so you moved your hands from his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him down to kiss you.

There was nothing rushed about anything, he was thrusting into you like he had all the time in the world and he wanted to prolong every second. You loved a quickie as much as the next person, and it was all you’d both had time for lately, but having mason like this, savouring you like you were his last meal really got you going. He knew it too, pulling back from your lips to look into your eyes again, a slight smile playing on his lips.

‘This how you like it, yeah?’ He asked, his lips brushing yours and you moaned in response, not being able to form a coherent thought to reply to him. ‘I know you do, you’re squeezing me so tight’ he told you before picking up his pace ever so slightly.

As much as you wanted too, you could hold his intense eye contact anymore, so you let your head fall back and shut your eyes as you focused on the feeling between your thighs. You knew you were close, but you wanted to wait until he gave you a sign that he was too and it wasn’t long before you felt his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. A tell of his that he was nearly there.

‘I can’t hold it much longer’ he told you and you shook your head in agreement.

‘Cum for me Mase, I’m there’ you told him, but you still felt his hand snake down to your clit to help you along. It only took a few swipes of his finger until you were cuming again, shuddering underneath him as he bit your shoulder gently to stop himself from moaning too loudly as he spilled into you.

You let him get his breath back, and soon enough he was pulling back to to look at you, a smile on his face that made your tummy flip as his eyes flickered over your face.

‘Why are you looking at me like that’ you whispered and he shook his head gently.

‘I just love you. A lot’ he confessed and you felt your whole face heat up at his words. ‘And your eyes look pretty with all the lights reflecting in them’ he added, nodding over to the Christmas tree, making you laugh.

‘Well you’re very pretty too, Mase. And I love you. A lot.’ You told him before he dipped down for another kiss. ‘I can’t believe we’ve got to watch our families sit on this sofa tomorrow after what’s just happened on it.’ You told him with a slight chuckle and he laughed with you before shrugging his shoulders.

‘Pretty sure I’ve fucked you on every surface in this house, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it’ he reasoned as he gently pulled out of you before running to grab some tissues so you could both clean up. You were just about to leave to go to the bathroom when he held you wrist and pulled your naked body into his, wrapping his arms around you and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. ‘Merry Christmas, baby’ he whispered and you smiled into his neck, over come with emotion about the boy in front of you.

‘Merry Christmas, Mase’

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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Amnesiac VII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON (for so many reasons)/borderline NON-CON, eventual NON-CON, manipulation, memory loss, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

Rafe’s gaze was encouraging, blue eyes soft and smile small. The box before you was fairly big, and when you asked Rafe what was in it, he’d told you that it was a surprise. You felt nervous and confused, hesitantly reaching for it and pulling it closer. Your heart swelled at this gesture, thinking about how things had been weird between you two lately.

After the night where you’d gotten so drunk, you were much more reserved around Rafe, and he noticed. Part of you felt bad whenever you went to bed with your back turned towards the door or you woke up long before him, but you really didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, Rafe’s eagerness for his own girlfriend was understandable, but on the other… His aggression unnerved you. It reminded you of the Rafe from your memories, the version that was mean and careless with his words. Not the Rafe that was sitting before you.

Then there was the matter of The Wreck.

That shade of blond hair and that raspy voice was so familiar to you. It scratched an itch in your brain, mulling over the encounter days later. You weren’t stupid. At least, you liked to think that you weren’t, so it seemed logical to assume that that was JJ. The guy missing from all of your pictures. The guy who got underneath Rafe’s skin so bad that it had almost ruined your relationship again. The guy who you were apparently closer to than Rafe and even Sarah.

There were so many gaps in your memory, furthering your confusion once combined with what you were being told.

Swallowing a sigh, you opened the box, pausing at the pretty shade of yellow you were met with. You could feel Rafe’s gaze on you as you set the top aside, slowly reaching out to finger the chiffon material of the dress. It was simple, but not boring, strapless and long, and clearly made to move like water around you.

You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words before asking the occasion.

“Its for Midsummers.”

That term did ring a bell, and when you thought really hard, you had faint memories of nicely dressed people and extravagance and music.

“We always went together,” he told you. “Not as a couple. This year would be a first for that, but…”

Rafe moved closer, taking your hand.

“It’s always been a little tradition of ours,” he said, making you smile. “We’d make fun of whatever headpiece Rose decided to wear and sneak off with some drinks that definitely weren’t meant for us.”

Rafe chuckled, and you looked back down to the dress.

“Do you like it?” he finally asked.

“Yeah,” you honestly answered with a nod. “It’s really pretty.”

Rafe’s gaze was expectant when your eyes met his again, and you leaned over to kiss him. Rafe’s lips chased yours when you pulled away, and you chuckled to yourself when he kissed you again.

“I think I’m going to take it home,” you slowly told him, watching the slight frown form on his face.

“Home?”

You shrugged.

“My parents have been back for…what? A few weeks now? I know you said our relationship wasn’t the best, but I have to admit. I don’t like that they haven’t even reached out to me aside from the odd phone call or two.”

Rafe watched the way your face fell.

“I guess it’ll have to be on me to reconnect with them and familiarize myself with the house and parents I grew up with,” you said.

Rafe looked unsure, and you knew that he liked having you here with him and his family.

“Are you sure…?”

You nodded.

“I know what you said, but they are my parents, right? I want to know them. Now. Not when or if my memory ever returns,” you replied.

“I know, babe. I know. I just don’t want you to be disappointed,” he told you with a wry smile.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’d already been disappointed when they didn’t even come to see you when they returned. You also didn’t have the heart to tell him that you just needed a breather. From him, from this family, and from this house.

You needed to think.

“Okay, okay. Y/N…”

You perked up at the sound of your name, pulling your gaze away from a familiar blue one to look over. Pope was coughing after his hit, holding his hand up while Kie laughed, gearing up to ask you his scenario.

“Okay,” he breathed, passing the blunt to her just as fingers ghosted over your lower back. “Would you rather…have eyes for nipples…”

There was a chorus of groans around the fire, yours included.

“…or teeth for eyes?”

“What?” Kie barked a laugh, almost spilling her drink, and you cringed, not liking either option.

“I think I’d go with the eye nipples,” you heard Sarah seriously murmur, deep in thought about it.

“It’s an impossible situation,” a familiar voice said at your side.

Pope shushed everyone, waving his arms around.

“Y/N has to answer,” he reminded everyone, and all eyes were on you.

You blew out a breath, genuinely torn at the horrible situation Pope put you in.

“I think Sarah has the right idea,” you finally answered, and you were met with some protests. “It’s not like my nipples are always going to be on display like my eyes, and even…then…I can always just keep my bra on.”

You shrugged, and Pope seemed to be satisfied with that answer, nodding. It was your turn, now, and you looked to your right, eyes meeting familiar blue ones, a teasing smile on your face.

“JJ.”

His own smile grew, and he held your gaze as he took the blunt from Kie. The fire danced in his azure eyes, a familiar glint in his gaze that made your heart race. His messy blond hair curled behind his ears, a few strands kissing his forehead, and you were tempted to brush them away.

Then you remembered where you were and took a deep breath.

“Would you rather…”

He brought the blunt to his pink lips, refusing to break eye contact. When his lips parted, he swirled the smoke around in his mouth for a moment, holding it there before finally exhaling.

“…have two tongues or three eyes?”

“A third eye?”

“A third eye,” you confirmed with a nod.

JJ chuckled, teeth winking at you as he took another hit, handing it to you with a hum. His fingers brushed yours as he did, and your heart skipped a beat. He exhaled, smoke billowing around your face just as he quickly glanced towards your lips, his tongue darting out to swipe across his own.

“Imagine what I could do with two tongues,” he laughed, and everyone else made noises of disgust.

You looked away from him, nodding at his answer as you took a hit too. You heard him addressing John B., and in the darkness, no one noticed the way his hand trailed to your lower back again, tracing circles into the exposed skin. His fingers danced along your side, playfully dipping into your shorts before making their way up your back again.

After arguing against John B’s answer for a few minutes, he stood. You looked up at him, watching as he ran his hand through his hair, asking if anyone else wanted a beer. JJ was met with mixed answers, and your lips parted when he looked down at you. He softly said your name, and you shook your head to his nonverbal question.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, glancing around the circle.

When he walked past you, his legs brushed against your back, and you felt the faint ghosting of fingers at the nape of your neck.

Your expectations were low, but holy fuck.

Your adoptive parents looked like the perfect couple. She was all prim and proper with vibrant red hair, and a perfect smile. Perfectly manicured nails, a sparkling wedding ring, and the kind of dress that every other trophy mom around here wore. He looked kind enough, but you had decided against that as soon as he opened his mouth.

“You need to get more sleep.”

Those were the first words out of his mouth as soon as he opened the door, answering your knock. No ‘hello’, ‘how are you’, or ‘we’re so relieved’. A critique was the first introduction you got to your parents as they ushered you inside.

“Ward told us that the doctor has given you some medication for your head,” your mother said as she poured you some water. “I hope you’ve been keeping up with it. Your accident was no minor thing.”

The words seemed caring enough, but they were empty. Robotic. If you didn’t know any better, and you probably didn’t, you’d say she was less worried about your wellbeing and more worried about how your wellbeing made them look.

“Uh. Yeah, I have.”

You thought on that with a frown. Her words didn’t align with her actions. After all, they had been back from their cruise for literal weeks, and this was the first time that you were face to face. You had hoped that their faces would bring forth some more memories, maybe even happier ones than what you’d been prepared for, but there was no such luck.

With them back, the interior of the house made so much sense. They fit perfectly within it, exuding wealth and cocktail parties and the very trust fund that Rafe had thrown in your face. It looked too perfect, like the couch was literally repelling anyone who dared to think about sitting on it. You could see why you had spent so much time at the Camerons growing up.

“I assume there’s a dress in that box? I recognize that brand,” she said, gesturing to the dress Rafe had bought you.

He’d offered to carry it inside for you when he dropped you off, but you had protested. You could tell that Rafe wanted to argue, but with one last unreadable glance towards your house, he relented. You looked at the box with a tight smile, and a nod.

“Yeah. It’s for-.”

“Midsummers,” she finished. “I know you don’t remember, but you and Rafe always did go together.”

“Rafe told me.”

She chuckled to herself, turning around to get out some ingredients. Your father had mentioned something earlier about his favorite dish before disappearing upstairs. You found yourself so interested in their dynamic.

“Of course, now, it’s different,” she said with a satisfied smile thrown over her shoulder. “Rose tells me that you two are finally together.”

Gossiping mothers shouldn’t have surprised you, and you didn’t know how to respond, so you simply nodded. Your mother hummed to herself.

“That boy has held a torch for you for as long as I can remember,” she said more to herself than you. “I’m glad to see that you’re finally with your own, leaving that God awful phase behind.”

Her words made you frown, and at your silence, she continued.

“He comes from such a good family. He’s well brought up, and it’s so important to surround yourself with the right people, you know…”

This conversation was steering into a lane that you didn’t like, and your frown deepened.

“Not sure I follow,” you told her, playing dumb.

You watched as she shook her head, turning to get something out of the fridge.

“I know you don’t remember, and I guess it’s a blessing in disguise that you don’t. I sure wish I could forget some of my more regrettable flings,” she commented. “Rafe is so much better than the last one.”

Your gaze was intently fixed on her, now, and she threw you a comforting smile. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say. Was she saying what you thought she was saying? Had Rafe been right? Had that drunken rant been more than just the jealous ramblings of an intoxicated man?

“The last one…?”

“That one from The Cut.”

Her words made your heart drop, and your skin started to warm up the more she said.

“Always getting into trouble, a lot like his father from what I’ve heard and-.”

“Are you talking about JJ?”

She tasted the food, nodding with a hum as she pointed at you.

“That one, yes.”

Your mind was going a mile a minute, and while some things made more sense, others only became more jumbled. That memory from last night came back to you. Your secretive smiles, the heat in your stomach with just one look from him, and the discreet brushes of skin.

“I…told you…?”

You found that hard to believe, and your mother laughed. Really laughed.

“Of course not,” she said with a shake of her head. “Despite what your father and I thought, you still brought him around. You insisted that he was just a friend.”

Her eyes finally met yours at that, and her smile lacked humor. The disapproval was clear as day in her eyes.

“…but I am a mother. I saw the way you two looked at each other, heard him sneaking into your room at all hours of the night…”

Your eyes widened at that.

“I was young once. I knew… I looked the other way, and hoped it was just a phase. Some doomed desire to tame a troubled guy.”

Her laugh was mocking, condescending, and you pressed your lips together. She reached along the counter and patted your hand like you were a child.

“…but we must all learn, hmm?”

She turned her back to you again, and you clenched your jaw. Silence stretched between you, and swallowing down a sigh, you removed yourself from the kitchen. Your legs were shaky as you climbed the stairs, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, and you didn’t know what to think anymore.

So, Rafe hadn’t just been jealous…he’d been right. You had been with JJ, or at the very least, sleeping with him. The only problem was that you didn’t know if you’d been with Rafe at the same time. It would certainly explain Rafe’s anger, his protectiveness of your relationship, and a feeling washed over you that you didn’t like.

Could you really do that to Rafe?

Or maybe you hadn’t done anything wrong, at all, and you were getting ahead of yourself. Nothing was making any sense, and you could feel your frustration growing, head pounding and heart racing as you sat on your bed. You let your head fall into your hands, desperately trying to will all of your memories to come back to you.

You needed things to make sense.

With a huff, you hurried to find something to sleep in. Your mother’s words, what she’d revealed to you, haunted you. You couldn’t get in your shower fast enough, the warm water doing what you’d hoped and easing some of the tension in your body. Not quite ready to rejoin the real world, you took the time to wash your hair, detangling it and washing it twice.

It helped with your nerves.

When you got out, the towel was tight around you. The cool air met your skin, and you shuddered. You thought you heard a slight noise in your room, and when you opened your door, you found that you were right. You jumped at the sight of Rafe sitting on your bed, pressing your hand to your chest.

He smiled at you, and you struggled to return it.

“Your mom let me in,” he explained, blue gaze dragging over you, lingering on your exposed skin.

You thought about what she had said, about you sneaking JJ in, and your eyes drifted to the closed window.

“Oh,” was all you said.

“Are you happy they’re back?” he wondered, watching you reach for your clothes.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you sighed, and Rafe pressed his lips together at that. “They are exactly what you said they were.”

Rafe reached for your hand, slowly pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your palm. He gazed up at you from beneath his lashes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said with a shrug. “It’s not your fault.”

You were desperate to change the subject.

“Why are you here?”

Rafe snorted at that, frowning up at you with narrowed eyes.

“I can’t come and see my girlfriend? Make sure she settled in okay?”

You swallowed at that.

“I mean, this would’ve been the first night in months that we slept in separate houses. Never mind, separate rooms…”

You tilted your head at that, his word choice standing out to you. Rafe noticed, sighing to himself as he looked down, playing with your fingers.

“My dad and I… Well, you know how it goes between us,” he finally told you.

Your face fell, heart falling too.

“Rafe…”

He looked up at you, eyes troubled.

“I just had to get out of that house, needed to see you.”

He pressed his forehead to your stomach, and you ran your hand through his hair. His hand met your waist through the towel, and he pulled you down to sit next to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Rafe studied your face for a while, running his eyes over you and drinking you in. His curved into a small reassuring smile.

“Nah,” he whispered, reaching for you.

His hand was on the back of your neck, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back, both wanting to comfort him and distract yourself. You wanted to ask him so bad what had really happened, wanted clarification on the sequence of events, but a part of you was afraid to. What if Rafe confirmed your fears? What if you had been a terrible girlfriend? What if you had cheated on him with JJ?

You didn’t think you could make him look you in the eye and relive that.

On the other hand though, what if that wasn’t the case? What if you’d simply been with JJ before Rafe? What if it was just a simple case of Rafe feeling like he’d lost the most important person to him? Or genuinely trying to look out for you? You thought about that memory with the necklace, where you’d been so mad at Rafe, and it was easy to surmise that Rafe had feelings for you then, and you clearly didn’t reciprocate…or at least didn’t want to.

It was too much to theorize over, and you decided to put yourself out of your misery and just ask Rafe when he pulled you closer, practically on top of him. You made a slight noise of protest against his lips, gasping when one of his hands cupped you through your towel, fingers grazing your ass. You pressed your hand against his chest, turning your head away.

“Rafe,” you harshly whispered, glancing towards your door as he kissed down your throat.

He groaned against your skin, hand pushing the towel up.

“I need you,” he murmured, and you felt your skin grow cold.

You were torn between sympathizing with him and wanting him to leave. He rolled you both, roles reversed as he made himself comfortable on top of you. You could feel yourself panicking, and you wracked your brain.

“Rafe…Rafe, stop, my parents…are right down the hall,” you panted, attempting to make eye contact with him.

His dirty blond hair hung into his face, and a smirk danced along his lips as he brought his hand up to brush over your mouth.

“I guess we’ll have to be quiet then,” he breathlessly chuckled.

You swallowed at his decisive tone, frowning at him.

“Rafe…come on,” you weakly pleaded.

“I thought you trusted me,” he said.

“I do,” you hurried to reassure him.

“Okay…so, trust me,” he slowly whispered.

You called his name again, and Rafe swallowed the sound with a kiss. It’s like he was trying to inhale you, and you struggled to breathe, pushing against his chest both for a reprieve and to try and talk to him. Rafe was a man with tunnel vision though, his strength alarming you as he pinned your body beneath his.

With his own legs, he spread yours apart, and you shuddered when the cool air hit you. Rafe’s hand slid in between your bodies, parting the towel as he went, and you bucked against him when he dipped his fingers into you. He hummed at the feel of your tight walls clinging to his fingers, and he wasted no time before moving them, pushing them into you to the hilt before pulling them back out.

His other hand slid around your neck, circling it and holding you in place as he sat up. He lowered his head, gaze focused on where his fingers disappeared into you, tongue darting out to touch his lips. Your fingers dug into his hand, fighting to bite your tongue while also trying to get him to talk to you.

“Rafe…”

He shushed you, staring at the movements of his hand before straightening and kissing you again. In the quiet room, you both could hear how wet you were, the squelch of his fingers as he plunged them into you again and again. He stroked the fire in your gut, nipping at your lips and then your jaw. He ravenously thrust them into you, thighs growing sticky from your own arousal, and your eyes rolled when Rafe rolled his wrist, swirling his fingers around your walls.

You heard him curse, hand tightening on your throat, and you could feel yourself starting to shake. You were close, and Rafe noticed, letting go of your neck to shove his fingers into your mouth. You whimpered, stomach tightening and tightening until you came around his fingers, your moans muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed, watching the mess you were making.

You didn’t even noticed when he’d let you go, pulling his fingers out of you too. You were too focused on catching your breath, trying to get your head to stop spinning when you heard fabric fluttering to the floor. When you glanced up, Rafe was nearing you, just as naked as you were, and you hurriedly sat up.

Whatever protest you had was hushed, his fingers meeting your lips as he pushed you back.

“Rafe,” you hissed for more reasons than one.

“Relax,” he drawled. “It’ll be fine, just keep it down.”

“Rafe-!”

You were cut off by his hand at your throat, and his lips were at your ear as he held you down.

“Relax,” he quietly repeated, his other hand fumbling between you. “I know you’re nervous…and scared…but it’ll be okay.”

“I-.”

“You know I’ll take care of you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek just as you felt the tip of him poking at you.

He wet the head of his cock with your arousal, coating himself in it and stroking himself. He kissed along your neck, humming to himself and ignoring the feel of your hands pressing against his arms. When he started to push his way into you, you tensed, breath hitching as you squeezed him. The moan that Rafe let out was low enough so only you could hear, and your lips parted when he bottomed out.

Rafe’s arms shook, forearms pressing into the bed now as he held himself above you. His chest was heaving, and the same shallow pants leaving you also climbed out of his throat. He held himself still, eyes falling closed and basking in the feel of his cock fitting snugly inside of you.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, lips grazing your cheek as he leaned in. “You know that?”

You involuntarily lifted your hips, and you gasped the same time Rafe hissed. His breathing evened out, and he placed a few kisses on your neck, sighing to himself just as he reached down and dug his hand into your hip.

“Hold onto me,” he instructed. “Hold onto me.”

Feeling like you had no choice, you did, pressing your hands into his back just as he pulled his hips back. You gasped again when he thrust into you, his pace slow and torturous at first. Your bed lightly shook beneath you, and Rafe’s breath mingled with your own as he kissed you again. You had no choice but to take his thrusts, walls clinging to him with every movement.

Rafe kept a hand on you at all times, holding you to him while he fucked you. With your parents down the hall, it was hard to keep quiet, taking advantage of every kiss as you mewled and moaned into his mouth. Rafe swallowed them all, groaning against your lips and slamming his hips against yours. At some point, his pace became brutal, his cock repeatedly hitting a part of you that had you squirming.

You reached down to press your hand against his lower stomach, trying to get some reprieve from the mind-spinning thrusts. Rafe slapped your hand away, immediately grabbing it and pinning it by your head. His hold on your wrist was tight, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to quietly navigate the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered from above you. “You can take it.”

You threw your head back, nails digging into the palm of your own hand. Rafe was in his own hand, focused on the feel of you tight and dripping around him, choking his cock and stroking him better than his hand ever could.

When his hand slipped under your thigh, bending your leg and pressing your knee to your chest, your free hand pulled and tore at your sheets. Your chest arched into his, and you couldn’t swallow down the choked gasp that escaped when he let your hand go to do the same to the other. Rafe towered over you as he thrust into you, looking down at his cock pushing into you, stretching you and dipping into you from a new angle.

“Rafe…I can’t…”

He seemed to understand your lack of explanation, and your eyes watered. Your nails scraped your bedding, and he leaned over, making you gasp just as he covered your mouth with his hand. It muffled your whimpers, and he placed one of your legs over his shoulder. He grinded his hips into yours, and your eyes rolled, struggling to catch your breath.

You could feel that familiar coil tightening deep in your stomach, toes curling as your climax started to creep up on you. Rafe felt it too, chuckling to himself at the feel of your walls tightening. He moved your other leg onto his other shoulder, and Rafe’s fingers dug into the bed on either side of your head. Stars were starting to appear in your vision, and you turned your head to the side, biting your tongue so hard you tasted blood as you came.

Rafe cursed at the feel and at the sight, praises coming from his lips as he continued to fuck you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

When you came down from your high, you were gasping for breath, struggling to push against Rafe’s arms. He suddenly pulled back, your legs still thrown over his shoulders as he dug his hands into your hips. He pulled you to the edge of the bed as he stood, and he turned his head to kiss your ankle.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growled, nipping at your skin.

Your head lolled, and the look in Rafe’s eyes told you that he was going to make good on his promise.

When you woke up the next morning, it took you way too long to even remember where you were. Your whole body ached, and when you turned over, coming face to face with Rafe, you remembered why. He was fast asleep, and you stared at him for a long time, just drinking him in and thinking over the previous night. You sat up with a wince, eyes falling to the floor and landing on the clothes you’d intended to put on last night.

You struggled to do just that, limbs protesting with every movement. Rafe didn’t stir as you slowly moved to the window, looking outside into the yard with a grimace. Your neck felt like it was on fire, and you didn’t need to look into the mirror to see what it looked like. You reached up, brushing your fingers over your skin and wincing.

You didn’t feel like stepping out and facing your parents, completely put off by them. So, seemingly alone in your childhood room, you made your way to your closet. Rafe, exhausted and knocked out from sex, hardly counted. You eyed the clothes left in there and the boxes on the top shelf. A book that you assumed you’d read caught your eye, and you reached to grab it. It wobbled, falling past your hand and hitting the floor.

Rafe’s breathing was still even when you turned around, and your eyes fell to the book by your bed. Bending down, you reached for it, about to stand up when something caught your eye. The smallest box was hidden behind a few pairs of shoes, and you frowned at it. You checked to make sure that Rafe was still asleep before reaching under your bed and moving your shoes out of the way.

You struggled to crawl back, wincing again as you sat down, shoulder leaning against your bedframe. The fact that it was hidden, seemingly by you, piqued your interest more than anything. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked it over, and deep in your mind, you recognized it…only you didn’t know what for.

When you opened it, gaze falling to the contents inside, your mouth fell open.

It softly fell out of your hands, the polaroid pictures falling all over your lap and the floor. There were dozens of them, no doubt taken with the light blue polaroid camera on your dresser. You stared at them, pain flaring in your temple, and you shakily reached out to them. Your eyes were wide as you flipped through them all, each one shocking you more than the last.

Every single one featured the same two people.

You…and JJ.

It was the same face from your memory. The same smile, the same eyes, and his hair the same shade of blond that you’d seen at The Wreck that day. The longer you stared at the pictures, able to really study him now that he was before you, your breath hitched as you realized where you’d seen that exact shade of blond.

It was the same hair from that intimate memory in your bedroom. The shade of blond that you had thought belonged to Rafe. The same shade of blond that had been walking away from you the day of your accident, anger and sadness and regret pouring through you the further away he got.

You brought each picture closer, throat incredibly tight as you studied them. In some you were sitting on his lap, a wide smile on his face as you kissed his cheek. In one, you two were laying down together, heads touching as you pointed the camera towards you. One picture in particular grabbed your attention for several reasons, and you dropped all the others.

JJ had you in his arms as he sat on an unfamiliar couch, sticking his tongue out as you gave the camera the finger. However, you were more focused on the three rings on his hand, three rings that you recalled from a memory that you thought was Rafe. Your eyes watered, breath shaky as you stared at the same picture, gaze zeroing in on a familiar black necklace around his neck, a shark tooth hanging from it.

#rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #obx fic #outer banks #drew starkey fanfiction

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ladywaffles · 10 months

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calloused hands in soft hands + Icemav

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calloused hands in soft hands

“Hey there, sailor, has it been a long tour?”

Six and a half months.

That’s how long it’s been since the President overturned Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

He is finally free to marry his partner, openly and within sight of their family, friends, and former flyboys.

“It’s worth it when the sea brings me back to you, lover,” Maverick replies with a lascivious grin.

Ice rolls his eyes, even as he stands to greet Mav. “I’ve changed my mind—the tides can have you. You’re terrible at this.”

“What, after all this time?” Maverick drops his pack in the foyer and winds his arms around Ice’s waist, sliding one of his hands into Ice’s back pocket. “When I can finally do this in public?”

“You know, you’re still technically not allowed to do that, I’m still a superior officer.”

“Yeah but—”

“Don’t even say it, Mitchell,” he cuts him off. “It’ll be cheesy and bad, and I’ll be looking to trade you in for the newer model by the end of the year if you do.”

“Trade me in?” Maverick asks incredulously. “After I finally got you house trained?”

“Got me house trained?”

“Breakfast for dinner is nice, dear, but it’s the only thing you can be relied upon to not burn when I ask you to cook,” Maverick replies.

“You’re just mad because the laundry always smells nicer when I do it no matter what you try.”

“And who was the one who had to stick his arm up the backside of the dryer because someone nearly set a lint fire?”

“There wouldn’t have been a fire, if you’d cleaned it out the first time like I asked—”

“You know you can go more than a week without washing your bedsheets, it’s not the end of the world—”

“—put a sticky note on the fridge and everything, reminded you before I left for D.C.—”

“—and if we’d switched to the other towels that don’t give off all that fluff, the lint wouldn’t have built up nearly as bad anyway—”

“—I told you, it was one list of things to do, a very simple list of three chores around the house, and you didn’t listen the first time or the second time, so third time’s the charm, right—”

“—and then you kept insisting we use dryer sheets when wool balls work just as well, better even—”

They cut themselves off and smile. Ice sticks out his hand, wiggling his fingers until Maverick takes it.

“So. It’s been a while since I last saw you.”

Maverick laces their fingers together. “Yup.”

“Seven months.”

“Seven months, two weeks, and three days. But who’s counting?”

“Did you see the news?”

“I’ve heard a thing or two.”

Ice squeezes Maverick’s hand. It’s scarred and calloused from all the maintenance he does around the house, on his bikes, and on the Mustang they still haven’t made airworthy again. There’s a bump right where the stick sits between his thumb and his forefinger after hours sitting in the box, first in a Tomcat and then in a Hornet, and soon, maybe, in one of those fifth-gen stealth planes that go five times faster than Ice ever did.

His own scars from his days in the sky have long since been traded in for hardened ridges where his pen rests, reams of forms to fill out and files to read. There’s no flying for admirals, Viper had once warned him. Flying’s like riding a bike, but the memory of it starts to fade from your body faster than it does your mind.

Between the two of them, Maverick is much more the image of a pilot than Ice is, in his tailored suits and stars.

He runs his fingers over the back of Mav’s hand and presses their palms together.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Of what?”

“Now you’re just playing coy.”

“Well, Admiral Kazansky, if you’re asking little old me,” Maverick starts, “I think it’s about damn time.”

Ice grins. “See, I’d thought something of the same myself.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two wedding bands, made of newly minted gold.

“So, what do you think, Mitchell? Wanna get hitched?”

Maverick holds onto Ice’s hand tighter and drags him back towards the front door.

“Where are we going?”

“Where else do you think? We gotta go catch Slider before he gets too far from base and tell him to call up the boys, we’re getting married this weekend!”

send me a type of touch, a number, and a pairing!

#ask #top gun #icemav

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stitchdfox · 7 months

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Eddie is on tour pt 3

His eyes blur as he stares at his phone. The phone app open, taunting him with Steve’s contact info. His thumb hovers over the green call button. Hesitant.

“Come on, Munson. He told you to call him.” Eddie mumbles to himself.

“Joining us tonight?” Their drummer Gareth asks as he slaps Eddie on the shoulder.

“Ah. No. Gotta make a call.” Eddie holds his phone in the air.

“Who’s Steve?” Gareth asks.

Eddie blushes and locks his phone.

“Come on, Gar.” Jeff pulls him away as he flashes a knowing smile at Eddie.

Gods. He owed that man a shot of tequila and the best wingman award.

Eddie takes a breath. Finally tapping the call icon.

“Hey there.” Steve’s voice is groggy.

It only rang once. Was he waiting for him to call?

“Hey.” Eddie smirks. “It’s like 3 am in Indiana. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I’m actually in Chicago so it’s only 2 am. And I’m working on an essay for school. Deadline is coming fast.” There’s a rustle of papers being gathered. “May have accidentally dozed off…”

He’s so cute.

“Whatcha gonna be when you grow up, Stevie?” Eddie cringes at his awkwardness.

“Guidance councilor. Hopefully. Schools not the the easiest for me so, it’s been a lot of late nights.” Steve yawns. “How was the show?”

“Surreal.”

Steve hums.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever not be surreal.” Eddie stares up at the clear night sky above him. He’ll stay with the van outside the venue until the guys get back.

“I’ve loved music all my life. My uncle used to play the radio while we made breakfast. He shared his old records with me when I was old enough to understand how fragile they could be. From there I saved up for my first guitar, my baby, and I knew from the moment I first held her there was no turning back.”

“Wow.” Steve breathes low.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t be sorry, man. That’s so cool. What bands inspired you?” Steve asks, urging him on.

“There’s a few,” Eddie holds up his fingers as he names them. “Metallica- Master of Puppets was the first song I taught myself. Wild. You know how hard that song is to play? Worth it though. Then there’s Dio, Megadeath, Black Sabbath and Ozzy of course.”

“Of course.” Steve says.

“Do you even know who Ozzy is?”

“Yeah. I know who Ozzy is. He was on that reality show where they swore a lot.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Steve—“

“Yes Eddie. He was on that show.”

“Okay, yes he was on the show but do you know his music?” Eddie can’t help the smile that grows on his lips.

“Guess I have some more homework.”

“Steve, you don’t have to listen to them. I’m sure they’re not your taste.” Eddie runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“I want to. If you like them then they have be pretty good.” Steve says.

“Don’t give me too much credit here, sweetheart. I’m just the guitarist of a small metal band.” Eddie slumps his shoulders.

“Come on! You’re on tour, literally right now on tour, with a big name band that invited you to join them. That’s huge.” Steve’s voice is loud and excited. “Like, where are you guys right now?”

“Denver.” He says low.

“See. I’ve never been west of St. Louis.” He goes quiet. “Anyway, it’ll be nice change of pace from my Harry Styles kick.”

Eddie let’s out a guffaw. “I would be into a One Direction fan.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Shit.” Eddie says to himself as he squats down, wrapping his arm around his bent knees.

“You’re… into me?” Steve asks with an air to his voice.

“I… um…”

Silence again.

“The honest answer?” Eddie sighs.

“Mhmm.” Steve’s voice is soft.

“Alright. Here goes.” Eddie stands up, a little light headed from the action. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I called you by accident that night. I don’t even know what you look like and it wouldn’t matter at this point. There is something so… so…” he’s at a loss of words.

“So what, Eddie?” Steve’s voice is a whisper.

“Amazing. Wonderful. Heart stopping. I want to write songs about you. And now that I’ve put myself out there I don’t even know if you’re into guys, let alone a stranger and—“

“Eddie.”

“I’ve ruined this like I ruin everything.”

“Eds.”

“I’m such an idiot and—“

“Babe.”

Eddie stops pacing in a circle and let’s that word settle in.

“I know it was your turn to spiral this time but you’ve gotta breathe.” Steve waits for him to take a deep breath. “It is a bit crazy but I… I mean… Me too! I was being honest when I told you I drove my best friend crazy talking about calling you.”

They both laugh and Eddie sighs.

Steve speaks again. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie taps the back of his head against the van.

“I should let you go, sweetheart. I’m sure you have class tomorrow.”

“I do. I’ll text you when I get home and maybe we can talk again?” His voice is a bit shaky. Nervous maybe.

“I’d love that.” Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest right there in the venue parking lot.

“Sweet dreams, rockstar.” Steve teases.

“Good night, big boy.” Eddie hangs up the call before Steve can respond.

His muscle loosen as he leans against the side of the van. His phone vibrates once in his hand. He looks down to see a message from Steve.

“Hope your imagination didn’t oversell my good looks. 😉”

There’s no way the picture to follow is of a real human being.

Steve has a strong jawline, moles dotting his face and neck, his hair is auburn and a bit on the long side, not that he had anything on Eddie’s length.

His eyes were bright and hazel. His smile wide and perfect.

Eddie opened the van door to dig in his bag. He pulls out his head phones, flops on the middle bench, and searches Spotify.

If he pulls up the “this is Harry Styles” playlist it was nobody’s business but his own.

——

Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 4 to follow. I’m kind of in love with this AU rn.

If you’re interested I’m posting on my Twitter as well.

#Steddie #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #modern au #they’re already in love #fan fic #fan fic update

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Lumine, mentions of Yanfei.

Synopsis. Lumine never like meddling with other people’s business if they don’t want her to, much less their relationship, but this time, Xiao left her no choice.

Mild Angst & Fluff

Lumine is reader’s close friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 come on she can’t always be the one that the reader is jealous of

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Ending sucks because it’s me. I can’t write endings ffs.

Got the idea when I’m re-watching the chasm scene where Zhongli saves Xiao’s life. My (our) hubby looks so fine tryna save everyone sacrificing himself 😳

“They're gonna kill you.” Traveler’s voice earned a wince from the yaksha who are still trying to walk straight after the incident in the chasm. They’ve been stuck for days, if not a whole week, inside the tremendous place and the final act really did took a toll on his body.

He let out a barely audible tsk as Lumine guided his form to sit somewhere comfortable. Only when he’s settled that he voiced out his concern.

“Please don’t tell her” his golden eyes look anywhere but hers, knowing that she had that judgmental stare decorating her small face. “No.”

Her sharp refusal made Xiao snap his gaze onto her, he didn’t hear her right, right? But the looks on her face tells him otherwise. “But they’re going to feel bad about this” he gritted his teeth like a kid, and his companion is reminded how much the Adeptus in front of her loves you so much to the point that making you sad is one of the last things he’ll do.

But if he really wants you to be happy, he must learn how to take care of his self as well.

“Yes. And it’s your fault,” sometimes the traveler’s bluntness hit a certain painful spot.

“So, I’m going to tell them that you almost sacrifice yourself again despite promising that you’ll be careful every.single.time.” The blonde made sure to emphasize her points, and although Xiao appreciate her concern for you, he just doesn’t want to see you crying because he messed up again.

“I’ll let her know myself then” he tried to argue, hoping that he can at least make a little bit more nice in the ears, but Lumine knows that he’ll hide certain facts to protect your feelings—don’t get it wrong, she loves you so much that she also doesn’t want to hurt you, but she’s aware how broken hearted you’ll be if Xiao keeps doing this to himself— so she will do this herself.

“And I will also let her know. You can’t keep hurting yourself without thinking of their feelings, Xiao. What if something happened to you for real? Don’t you know that it’ll send her to an even deeper despair?” Once again, she reprimanded the man, because aside from being your friend she treasures, he also is a dear companion to her.

“I’m gonna tell (name), and you’re gonna listen to everything she says” She huffed, preparing in her mind what to tell you as too keep the damage and worry on minimum. Although all her thoughts left her when she heard Paimon gasped and your sweet voice fill both hers and Xiao’s ears.

Yanfei came across you and told you the whereabouts of your boyfriend, making it easier to find your beloved.

“Tell me what?” Ahh, Xiao missed that sound so much.

“Love,” the green haired adeptus proceeds to reach out to you as far as his damaged body can do, distress and concern flooded your eyes as you run towards him, gentle finger scanning his battered form.

“What happened?” as much as he can’t stand to hear the uneasiness laced on your voice, he also can’t help but to succumb on your touches. He missed you so dearly. Receiving no response from your lover, you turned your head towards your friend, who’s already looking at you.

“And you, too! You look so pale and weak…” You noticed how frail the two of them look and a sob escaped your lips, you were about to speak again when Lumine beat you to it. Saying that she’s fine, and then proceeds to tell you everything that happened. After her explanation, Lumine offered to teleport you and Xiao in the Wangshuu Inn where he can rest comfortably. After bidding her farewell, with a bit of light scolding from you, you then turned towards Xiao who are currently draped in your shared bed, he’s not looking at you direct in the eyes, almost ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sor—”

“I can’t stand this.”

His golden orbs darted into yours, swirling emotions forming into heavy heartbeat as his chest tightens at your words. No, please don’t say you’ll leave.

“(Name)” he tried to stand up to reach you out, but his body failed him. “I have told you before, Xiao” no, please don’t call him that. Where’s the usual Love? or Dearest? Or Beloved?

His crestfallen face stares at you pleadingly, and on normal occasions, you have give in. But you don’t want him to abuse his self anymore, and if you don’t want him to keep tormenting the both of you, then you must prevail.

“I can stand you being unromantic, or cold from time to time, I understand that you’re not a mortal who do silly things. But heavens, I can’t take it if you’re putting yourself in danger every time.”

He noticed how your eyes glistens from the tears, but his heart breaks at the sight of you standing so far away from him, reminding him that he’s the reason you’re unreachable sometimes.

Mustering all the remaining strength he has, he tried to stand up once again, he can’t have you going farther. His digits caressed your cheeks, and your eyes look up at him, turbulent storms raging at his touch.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t leave me.”

“You better don’t. Because I hate thinking that I’m not important for you to throw yourself like that,” you sobbed against his chest “I love you, Xiao. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.”

He kissed your forehead, whispering his own affirmations. Archons, he really doesn’t like seeing you like this.

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Two

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

A/N: Part two! The dreaded dinner has finally arrived..

Masterlist

“You did what?”

I blinked back at him and suddenly felt the rhythm of my heart pounding against my ribs.

“I told George he could come.”

I swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I gathered that much, Matty.” I scoffed just before my eyes darted about the rest of the room, trying to reign in the storm that was my racing mind. I still couldn’t quite comprehend it. “What I meant was, why.”

Matty didn’t give me an actual reply, simply stared back at me. It was almost like he was afraid to speak, to say the wrong thing and make things worse. But I didn’t think things could get much worse.

“Fucking hell. Six months, Matty!” I groaned into the palms of my hands before I tugged at my scalp. “It’s only been six months and now I’m supposed to act like nothing ever happened? At my shitty fucking birthday dinner too! A dinner that I never even wanted in the first place, might I add.”

“Hey.” Matty interrupted me, his lips pursed. “It won’t be a shitty fucking dinner.”

I rolled my eyes. I was breaking down here, like well and truly breaking down, there was absolutely zero time for any lighthearted humour.

“Not the key point I’m making here. Just- Jesus, Matty! Why would you ever think that it’d be a good idea to invite him along in the first place?”

To be fair to him, Matty did appear a little regretful even as he gifted me a guilt-filled smile. I sighed heavily to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose whilst he moved to wrestle an arm around me, I let my head fall to rest on his shoulder.

“I hadn’t actually meant to ask him, love. It sort of just... happened.”

I gave a faint snort in turn, crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh yeah, how does inviting my ex just happen then?”

“Well, I’d been mentioning it to Ross- this whole dinner idea of mine- whilst we’d been sat in the airport lounge the other day.” Matty told me, shuffling further into the settee, getting comfortable. “We’d been waiting for everyone else to make an appearance and I’d just been messaging Carly about it all…”

—MATTY’S POV—

“Reckon you could even make her some of those cake things she loves. It’ll be nice, everyone being there. Have some food, a bit of wine, karaoke even.”

Ross looked back at him, expressionless.

“Earth to MacDonald. You in there mate?” Matty called out, getting up close and personal as he invaded Ross’ space by waving an obnoxious hand in front of his face.

The bassist swatted it away lightly with a curled lip. “Piss off, Matty. I fucking heard you, alright? I’m just surprised that Y/n even agreed to this at all. I mean, a birthday party, really?”

"It's not-" Matty went to defend himself but was quickly interrupted.

“What’s this about a party then?”

Matty’s head spun around at the sound of the newcomer’s voice, he fish-mouthed upon seeing Adam, Jamie, and George stood there. “Um.” He replied ineloquently.

Ross just rolled his eyes, turning in the lounger to answer George, who’d been the one to ask, whilst Jamie and Adam trailed on over towards the stewardess, seemingly lost in conversation. “Matty wants to throw one for Y/n.”

With wide eyes, Matty’s alarmed stare darted between his two bandmates, because wow, had he already fucked this whole thing up. He coughed lightly into the back of his forearm, uming slowly once more before he caught the very visible grimace showcased on George’s face. He wrinkled his nose.

“It’s a dinner.” Matty reiterated with a scowl, wanting to show the two that it wasn’t just another stupid idea of his, “And it’d only be a small get together 'round mine. Figured she’d prefer it.”

Ross blanched. “Wait, you’re the one cooking?”

“Um, yeah?” Matty replied, frowning at the twat. “Why, what the fuck’s wrong with that?”

Ross just snorted. And George was quietly shaking his head down at the pair of them, which only proved to piss Matty off further.

“First off, Y/n hates her birthday." The drummer pointed out unnecessarily, acting as though he knew all, "So I very much doubt that she’ll be too thrilled about whatever you’re planning. And secondly, me being there will only add to the extremely awkward atmosphere you're bound to create once she realises what's happening.”

Matty clenched his jaw to stop it from ticking. “Well, I hadn’t exactly invited you yet, so jump on down from off that high-horse of yours, yeah?”

George merely rolled his eyes at him in turn as he dropped himself onto the opposing sofa. Matty continued to glare unhappily at him, leaving Ross to make a faint reply, “Can’t all have a get together and not invite G, mate.”

Matty had to squeeze his eyes closed, he’d realised that much.

Yeah it’d be fucking weird not having George there, but he was only thinking about Y/n and what she’d want. Seeing as there was no one on God's green earth that would willingly want to celebrate a birthday with their ex. Especially one they'd only just recently cut all ties with and hadn’t seen in over six months.

It had been one messy breakup, in shorter terms. And a head-fuck for all those involved, honestly. Seeing as they’d all grown up together, making an odd family of sorts. It was almost like having divorced parents now. And Matty already had that one covered, thanks.

“Not saying he couldn’t come.” Matty muttered out loud before he could come to regret it, he glanced over at his mate.

George’s finger was tapping aimlessly away on the divider, something he only ever did when he was deep in thought or anxious. He did it before almost every show, during most interviews too. He’d done it when he’d first mentioned the idea of asking Y/n out to the local fair. And then again when she’d been late to her own graduation ceremony all because of their touring schedule. Even when he’d been impatiently waiting for her to come back from her first proper job interview- he had been more nervous than her for that one.

George had always been there basically, for every milestone in Y/n’s life. It would definitely be strange not having him around for this one. Her first proper birthday celebration.

“I mean, I’d get why. I don’t know if she’d even want me there, mate.” George confessed, his voice quieter than it’d previously been. “The way we ended things…”

Ross quickly waved him off before any unresolved issues or memories could get brought back up. “Look, I’ll come either way- it’s for Y/n.” He told Matty, “But G should be there too, fuck the awkwardness and all that shit. Once we’ve all had a drink, none of us will be sober enough to care about who else is there.”

Matty turned back to face George, who seemed to still be debating the whole thing. Reluctantly, he sighed, “Ross is right. It’ll be strange, you not being there, man. Y/n will know that too. Besides, the past is in the past yeah? ‘Bout time you two were back on talking terms again- messing with my head all this back and forth between you.”

George simply raised a brow in retort, and didn't utter another word for the rest of the flight.

—

“That’s it? That’s all that was said?” I quizzed him, my forehead furrowed from having been listening to every detail he gave intensely.

Matty shrugged a shoulder, “Suppose so. Yeah. I mean you can’t really deny that it wouldn’t be weird either way.”

I peered up towards the ceiling, tugging the sleeves of my hoodie down over my fisted hands as I breathed out a hum. “Still. Did he actually agree to it then? To coming, I mean.”

Matty blinked a couple of times and then sort of frowned. “Um, you know what? I’m not all that sure.” He let out a short snort and I had to shake my head at him, elbowing him lightly.

“Only you. I swear.”

Sighing, I snuggled deeper into his side, knees drawn up into my chest as I thought the whole thing over once more.

“But wait, are you actually deadset on cooking then? Don’t wanna end up with food poisoning and mistake it for a hangover- not if I’m destined to deal with all this George drama too.”

Matty shoved me off of him harshly and I couldn’t contain my sudden bubble of laughter even as I face-planted the settee cushion.

—

The week leading up to my birthday was almost like a specially-made hell.

Not only did I have to come to terms with the fact that I was celebrating the one day I’d sworn to never acknowledge. I was also having to face George of all people. George.

I kept thinking up ways to get out of it without coming off like an ungrateful twat, but there weren’t many- none really, if my attempts to catch an actual cold didn’t work out.

Still, there were people worse off I supposed. Even if it did feel like the end of the world.

My heart actually hurt every time I thought about it. So, me being me, I did what I did best and distracted myself. Matty came in very useful for this task.

We spent many nights in, feet up, tele on. Shared far too many bottles of wine whilst eating a shit ton of crappy food. He took me out to this new exhibition he wanted to see near Highgate, and I treated him to lunch. Annoyed him whilst he was working or on a radio call, and WhatsApped him an unhealthy amount of TikTok’s.

That last one was mainly down to him having gained an unhealthy newfound obsession with the app. (The fans were to blame.) He had no clue how to properly use it, but he was alright with those transition things though. Or, gaining ground at the very least.

But now the dreaded day had finally arrived. I’d already switched off all notifications on both my phone and laptop to keep any impending birthday messages or reminders from coming through, and was currently on the verge of having a bit of a meltdown whilst on the phone to Carly.

“I don’t want to go. I really, really don’t.” I huffed to her childishly, falling backwards onto my mattress and sprawling out like a starfish.

“Ah, come on. It won’t be all that bad! And just think, Matty’s gone to so much effort, he’ll have a right strop if he finds out it’s all gone to waste by you being a no-show.”

I pouted up at my bedroom ceiling, “You’re meant to be a supportive mate here, Carls! Don’t start with the guilt-trip now.”

She chuckled at me and then I could hear Adam somewhere in the background, mumbling about something or other.

“The nappy bag’s under the table in the front room where you left it.” Carly replied to him, giving me an eyeful of her armpit whilst she spoke to her husband over the camera lens. I tilted my head, trying to answer the question of whether she had shaved for my birthday or not.

There was a faint scuffle and then the sound of a door closing. She exhaled slowly.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

I chuckled, waving her off. “Nothing- you know, you look lovely tonight. Not going all out for little old me, are you?”

Carly looked down at the laced cami dress she wore, it was silk and all black, suited her perfectly, before she flashed me a sexy grin. “For you, always. But honestly, it just feels really good to wear actual normal people clothes for once.”

I quirked a brow, smirking. “Super-mum by day, slutting it up come night. A woman who can do it all!”

She winked at me, joining in on the teasing, before she rolled her eyes good-naturedly in turn. “You’ll know the feeling soon enough. Have an inkling you’ll be the next one of us lot to be up the duff.”

“No ta, even the thought of it makes me miss alcohol.” I grimaced at the idea then rolled on over onto my stomach. “Speaking of which, Matty better be pulling out all the stops if George really is gonna be there tonight. Don’t think I’ll make it through the first ten minutes without a drop of gin.”

“Dramaqueen.” Carly snarked with a titter, having just finished applying a bit of lippy. “Besides, it’ll all work out fine, you'll see. I know it’s been a while since you last saw him, but he took the breakup just as hard as you. Was a mess, in truth.”

I scoffed. “He ended it with me. Remember? What the fuck did he have to be upset about?”

Carly gifted me a gentle smile through the screen, one that forced me to look away. I couldn’t deal with any sympathy right now.

“Right!” I interrupted before she could get a word in edgeways, sitting up. “I best get dressed before Matty has a conniption. I’ve already dodged two of his calls this evening and I don’t even want to check how many times he’s texted me.”

“Alright, see you there then.” Carly replied with an airy laugh before she got up close and personal with the camera. “And remember this day is all about you, whether you like it or not. So don’t let anything, or anyone, ruin okay? Just have some fun. Let loose.”

I had to smile at her. “Will do, Carls. Love you lots.”

“Love you, birthday girl!” And before I could scold her for it, she'd hung up.

I made a soft snort and moved to sit on the edge of my bed, feet planted on the floor whilst I stared aimlessly at the wardrobe opposite, as though I was waiting for it to somehow throw something at me and tell me to get ready.

I groaned loudly, already feeling defeated, and threw myself back onto the bed. This was going to be quite the night.

—

“Thanks, have a good one.” I said to the cab driver, throwing a smile over my shoulder as I exited the car just a way away from Matty’s. The door slammed shut behind me and I trotted up onto the pavement just as he pulled away.

I’d asked for him to drop me at the end of the street, mainly because it was something I always did (wanting to respect Matty’s privacy), but also due to the fact that I was still very much bricking it and wanted to use the short walk there to catch my breath and better prepare myself. Not that it helped much, seeing as I’d spent the entire week in the lead up trying to do exactly that to no degree.

I let out a long breath once the familiar drive came into view and started my trek up it before I could convince myself to simply turn around and head back home, or to perhaps the nearest pub.

The stone gravel crunched beneath the Gazelle’s I’d quickly thrown on just before leaving- never having been the type to wear heels- and I allowed myself to just focus on the sound it made, pulling my mind away from whatever else I was fretting over.

In truth, yes I was stressed over having to see George tonight, but there was a much bigger part of me that just wanted to go home, hide under my duvet, and wait out the remainder of this stupid day.

My birthday had always been a sore spot, but I supposed a lifetime of them made up of bad memories would taint a day like that for anyone.

You know, I couldn’t actually recall one singular year where I'd had a somewhat normal day. There had always been something going on.

“Oi, you planning to camp out here all evenin' or you coming inside?”

My head snapped up at the voice and a reluctant grin crept its way across my face at the sight of Matty’s head poking out through a gap in the front door.

He swung his body out before I could even reply, already barreling towards me so that he could steer me inside, tugging the light leather jacket I wore from off my shoulders after the door had shut.

“Everyone’s already here, was beginning to think you’d bailed, sweetheart.”

I rolled my eyes, not unkindly, as I watched him hang my coat up inside one of the hidden cupboard that littered the hallway. He turned to me afterwards with a very happy looking smile and enveloped me in a hug. One I hadn’t realised I’d very much needed.

“Hey.” He whispered into my hair as I hooked my chin over his shoulder.

“Hi.” I breathed back through a slight sigh, letting him hold my weight for a brief second.

“You all good?” Matty questioned me when we parted, hands holding me at arms length whilst his warm brown eyes peered intently into my own.

I smiled back, hoping to reassure him of the fact that I was as I nodded. “I’m good. Gasping for a drink though, to be honest.”

We shared a light laugh when he pulled a glass of red wine from behind his back, one he’d obviously left on the console for me before he’d come out to find me.

“Figured you’d need it.” He said.

“Do I.” I gulped it down in a few sips, then thumbed at the corners of my mouth to dry up anything that remained.

“Guess I should’ve just brought the bottle.” Matty commented, an amused grin pulling at his lips, his gaze drifted between the now empty glass and myself.

I patted him on the arm before I pivoted and started to make my way down the stretch of hallway. Figuring it best to get it all over and done with now that I had a bit of liquid courage in me. “Now you know for next time, Healy.”

His chuckle danced through the air and I felt Matty’s hand slip into mine just as I paused by the doorway to the kitchen. I squeezed it as I took a deep breath. Plastering on a smile, I waltzed inside.

—

A laugh was forced out of me the moment I was through the door though- everyone seemed to be in there waiting.

Upon entering, I'd hastily been engulfed by a pair of giant arms before I'd even realised what was happening. I actually had to wrap my own around their sturdy torso just to keep myself from being barrelled over by the surprise attack.

“God, Ross. Let her breathe, why don’t you?” I heard Matty tut, his hand leaving mine as he continued on further into the room.

“Piss off.” Ross retorted without much heat, swaying us both back and forth with me grinning into the curl of his arm. “Haven’t seen her in months, have I? Reckon I’m allowed a hug.”

“Yeah, a hug, mate. That doesn’t mean suffocate the life out of her before the rest of us have a chance to say hello.” Adam chuckled lightly whilst he pried Ross off of me, he leant in close to press a chaste kiss to my cheek once he’d done so and greeted me with a short hug of his own. “You look great.”

I caught Ross’ attention over Adam’s shoulder and tried not to laugh when the bassist bulged his eyes at me and had them roll in different directions, silently mimicking his own head exploding. Carly caught sight of his antics though and swatted his shoulder in passing when she made her way over.

“Stunning as always, my dear.” She murmured into my ear as she wrapped me up in her familiar hold, I felt myself relax a tad. “Even for being another year older. What're you at now? Thirty?”

I scowled, pulling away. “Not even close yet, so don’t go pushing your luck.”

She merely laughed, giving me time to scan the rest of the room whilst she tugged me over towards the fridge.

A bottle or two of red had seemingly already been broken into and drained, and were left sitting on the kitchen island alongside a few tall empty glasses. One of Matty’s favoured bourbons had also been brought in too it seemed, likely from the minibar he’d had installed upon moving in. The top of it was still unscrewed and so I chanced a glance at the rest of the room’s inhabitants, knowing only two people here who enjoyed the ruddy brown drink- the host himself and…

“George! Was just beginning to think you’d flushed yourself down the bog, mate.” Matty commented wryly as he gestured wildly.

I had to swallow upon seeing the man himself wander in through the opposite doorway. George stopped short, mouth open to probably give a snarky reply, but we both seemed to pause when our eyes suddenly met.

It had been a long while, but even still, it felt like no time at all had passed.

Part Three>

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hey Sarah! Love your work💕 can I ask for fiancé Eddie and the reader talking wedding stuff? Thank you in advance!!

Hiii babes!!! Awe you’re so sweet! I loved doing this, kinda made it where you’re a bit overwhelmed and also just random fluff so I hope you enjoy it!🥹💖

-this is you and fiancé Eddie from the texting series-

*You’re overwhelmed but have no fear your fiancé Eddie is here also you drop his petname in public*

“Gold or white?” “Uhh whatever you like baby.” “Eddie…just pick gold or white?” “It’s a tablecloth they both look nice…for tablecloths.” “I can’t do this.” “Can’t do what?” “This! I can’t pick everything myself it’s too much I just…I need your help so please just pick gold or white?” “I’m sorry sweetheart. I uh..let’s see…yeah I like the white it will look nice.” “Thank you.”

“Those look pretty. Is this for like the center of the table?” “Yes these are the centerpieces. You said you liked white flowers with some greenery since we are getting married at Lover’s Lake it’ll help bring it all together.” “I did say that huh? I am good at this whole wedding planing thing.” “Yup your new title is Eddie Munson the wedding planner.” “Has a nice ring to it. But what do you think? Are you happy with them?” “I love them. I think it’s going to be so pretty.” “You want candles on the tables as well right?” “Yes the fake ones. I don’t need Dustin or Lucas setting anything on fire.” “Smart choice.”

“Are you done with your vows?” “What vows?” “Eddie…our wedding vows.” “We have to come up with our own?” “You told me you wanted to write them? Have you not started?” “I thought we like get told what to say to each other?” “If that’s what you want that’s fine we don’t need to write our own vows if you don’t want to.” “No no I can write my own. Just know my goal is to make you ugly cry.” “Same.” “Wait what? Did you say same?” “Yes. You’re totally going to cry when I read mine to you.” “You’re done with yours?” “Yes. I’ve been done for a few weeks.” “Overachiever…” “I might have even snuck in a lord of the rings quote.” “You’re fucking with me.” “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” “If you talk Tolkien to me on our wedding day I won’t survive.” “You’ll be fine…where are you going?” “I’ve got work to do…who’s that author that writes those sexy time books you read? I can’t find that one about Drake on your shelf” “Edward Munson you can not quote a romance novel in your wedding vows.” “Says who?”

“Baby please don’t make me try another one.” “This is the last one and I think it’s the winner.” “Baby…we have tried six different cakes and I’m going to be honest they are all starting to taste the same.” “Please honeybuns just one more bite.” “God you just haaddd to call me that didn’t you?” “Pleaseeee.” “You’re not playing fair baby….fine this is the last one or I will literally explode.” “Have…have you been eating the whole slice for every flavor?” “Uh..yes?” “Eddie! You just need to take a bite not eat the whole slice.” “You tell me this now? After I’ve eaten six pieces of cake…” “I’m sorry…but what did you think of the last one?” “I liked it. I agree it’s the winner.” “Did we just pick a wedding cake?” “I think…yeah I think we did.” “Holy shit.” “I think by the time our wedding rolls around I’ll finally be able to look at cake and not feel sick.” “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you about the one bite rule.” “You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you.”

“What’s got you so tense princess?” “Marrying you.” “Oh yeah? Marrying me is making you tense?” “Yes it’s stressful and you know I hold my stress in my shoulders.” “Let’s see what I can do about that okay?” “Ohh how many guests did we agree on? Twenty?” “Do we need guests? We could make it a private ceremony and just have it be the two of us…how’s that feel baby?” “Feels good…your hands are a little cold. But really Eddie was it twenty or twenty five?” “Sorry sweetheart let me just warm them up really quick…uh I’d say start at twenty and the max is twenty five? Neither of us has a lot of family to invite it’s mainly friends.” “You have magic hands has anyone ever told you that?” “Just you princess. What’s next on the list hmm? Let’s keep going. “Uh is Dustin your best man?” “No, he was an option but I uh…I asked Wayne.” “Did he tell you no because he’s my man of honor?” “He did tell me you had asked him first but uh…yeah he said yes. He’s just happy to be included really.” “As if he had a choice. He’s standing beside us when we get married even if he doesn’t want to.” “Pretty sure that’s why he made it easy and just said yes.” “The two of you are going to be blubbering messes.” “Hey! The Munson men are just emotional okay? We can’t help it.”

#texting eddie munson #fiancé eddie munson #eddie munson request #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson drabble #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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Madara Mikejima Mini Talk - Guardians◆Eye and Last Mission

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Heheh, it's a pretty good picture, isn't it? I feel it's been a looong time since I last played the piano."

Season: Winter

The Side I Want to Show

Location: Recording Booth

Madara: Alright, this is the last one… There. Like this?

Still, never thought there’d be a day where I’d have to write so many signatuuures!

And under your supervision, too, Anzu-san. Do you have that little faith in meee?

💬 You need someone to watch over you, else…

Madara: “…you have a feeling I’ll end up hurrying off somewhere”…? Well, can’t say the possibility doesn’t exist.

That being said, sorry for keeping you here for so long, Anzu-saaan.

💬 That’s right…

Madara: Hahaha! Usually that’s when people deny iiit!

Well, I’ll have an endless amount of time to spend with you now, right, Anzu-san? I’ll take this opportunity to earn back your trust little by little! ♪

💬 Well, you have a submission date coming up…

Madara: Ahh, do I need to send these all to the magazine’s editor? I’ll at least help you paaack!

But really, who in the world came up with the idea of “giving away 100 autographs of Mikejima Madaraaa”?

Madara: Actually, have you seen my gravure shoot in this magaziiine? It was a project I picked up so I could show a different self than usual.

My image differs based on my unit, MaM or Double Face—so I was worried about which of my selves would work beeest.

The photograph in the end… shooould be posted around here somewhere.

💬 You look cute, don’t you?

Madara: I’m not sure how I feel being called cute being a big man like myself, but…

The cameraman’s good at his job, riiight? I was surprised when I saw the final photo as wellll!

💬 You look cool.

Madara: Heheh, it's a pretty good picture, isn't it? I feel it's been a looong time since I last played the piano.

Once I get a feel for an instrument, I want to try something new, you knooow. I'm aaalways looking for something to like!

💬 This is…

Madara: Hahaha! They say that a well-liked man is dripped even with water, but… I’m far from dripping, I’m soaking weeet!

They requested to photograph me standing in the pouring rain. What a mysterious situation, looking back on iiit…

Madara: Whoops, I’m out of time. I gotta get moving soon.

…My next job? Ahh, I’m filming for a song program at a TV station.

Are you heading over there toooo, Anzu-san? How about we go together, then!

💬 I’ll call a car over.

Madara: It’s close enough that we don’t have to go by car… is what I was thinking, but it looks like it’s gonna rain, huuuh?

I have work outside tomorrow, hopefully it’ll be sunny then.

💬 What song will you be singing?

Madara: I plan to sing the song we performed in my shuffle project todaaaay!

It’s been a long time since I've gotten to sing with Kuro-san and the others, I’m reaaal excited! ♪

💬 I have to get my luggage.

Madara: Let's meet in the lobby 10 minutes from now, in that case!

It looks like it's gonna rain outside, so make sure to grab an umbrellaaa!

Showing One’s Hand

Location: Stage

Madara: “♪~♪~♪”

…Oh, Anzu-san. So you came on siiite! I got here toooo early.

There’s still time before the show, sooo I was warming my throat up with some vocal work.

💬 Huh…?

Madara: Where’s Kohaku-saaan? He told me he’d be arriving last minute todaaay.

Hopefully he’s not too pressed for time at his previous site. Let’s wait for him patiently…♪

💬 You seem to be in good shape.

Madara: Enthusiasm is high! I have a tight schedule today, so I thought to hype myself uuup!

After filming here, I have an interview to do and appear in yet another program… I’m suuure in high demand!

💬 It’s a good song.

Madara: Haha, although this song isn’t from Double Face, but from MaM, riiight?

It’d be nice too be able to perform it on a song program some day. Haha, could you help me out there, Anzu-san?

Madara: By the way, the project we’re working on—The MaM’s Parenting Struggle Diary, was it? How long have you been planning thaaat?

I can't help but find whatever Ibara-san does shady, but he does seem to have greaaat management skills.

Anzu-san, are you suuure you aren’t also just being played to that guy’s convenience?

💬 That’s not the case.

Madara: Well, I suppose there are also parts of the project that are your ideas, but, still.

I don’t want you to get too deeply involved, Anzu-saaan…

💬 It’s a well-thought-out project.

Madara: The first episode didn’t seem to get that much of a response, so guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?

Looks like we’ll be having a guest next time, so I suppose it's time for us to show our hand on what kind of show this will beee!

💬 Don’t you fret and leave it to me.

Madara: Hmmm, I just can’t trust you when you’re smiling confidently, you knooow…?

…That’s your line? Hahaha, well I am aaalways packed full of confidence! ♪

Madara: Ahh, looks like they’re about to start setting up for real nooow!

I think I’ll head on back to the dressing room so I won’t get in the way. I’m sure Kohaku-san will be arriving aaany time now.

Are you planning to stick around until filming is over, Anzu-saaan?

💬 That’s the plan.

Madara: Well, there’s a lot of ES idols featured in today’s show, aren’t theeere?

I bet the other idols will be overjoyed to have you here, Anzu-saaan!

💬 That’s right.

Madara: Looks like there are other members from the P-Association around here today, huuuh!

I’d love to hear their thoughts when we’re done todaaay! I’m lookin’ forward to it!

💬 Yes, but…

Madara: Does your schedule have you in and out today? Busy today, huuuh?

Are there sponsors scheduled to come today? Then we’ll reaaally have to make sure Double Face blossoms! ♪

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty nine

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 19, 2018 san diego, california orion

Today is the final day of the tour, and it’s also the day that they’re in Madrid. I should be there, and I know that fact very well. Emelia is off for Thanksgiving break, so I would’ve been, too. We could have gone, but instead, we are at my family’s house doing practically nothing.

I spend a long time in the shower. It’s nice to stand under the stream of water because it camouflages my tears. There’s no clarity whether the droplets are tears or water and that keeps me feeling a little less shitty for how much I’ve been crying lately.

It feels like any time I get a moment alone I start crying.

Missing Calum is hard enough, but knowing how little life I have left to live is an awful, gut wrenching feeling.

I’ve had my phone in hand with Calum’s contact open far too many times to count. I’ve typed messages and deleted them. I’ve even considered deleting his contact altogether to make reaching out to him next to impossible since I clearly don’t have the guts to reach out and it’ll torment me every day.

I want him here with me. I do. I want that more than anything. I can’t even call it a change of heart because I know that’s what I’ve always wanted. Some kind of switch flipped in me when I saw the pictures of him with Paula and I finally admitted it to myself.

That should be me is all I could think, staring at the photos of them hugging, leaning close to each other to talk at the bar. I’ve craved a hug from Calum from the moment he left me.

One of the worst thoughts I’ve had is what if I reach out and he doesn’t reply? What if I’m too late? What if I’ve fucked it all up beyond repair? That fear is one of the many things holding me back. I’m scared to reach out and it ends up that I’m still alone and aching to have him home with me.

I’m still scared of the idea of watching me die and how that will take a toll on him. The thought is still terrifying, but I still, selfishly, want him to be with me.

I haven’t told anyone this. I’m sure the second I tell Emelia she will grab my phone and call him herself.

Em and I are planning on streaming the Madrid show if we can tonight, assuming someone goes live to share the show. She said if she has to she will call Crystal and have her Facetime us the whole time, but that’s not my favorite option.

I finish up my shower and get dressed in another random combination of sweatpants and sweatshirt, putting on my bunny slippers that my moms got me for my birthday. I don’t know how I’ve made it to 22 without a pair, but I’m grateful for the adorable, cozy footwear regardless. I find Emelia in my bedroom when I exit the bathroom, scrolling on her phone, perched on the edge of my bed that she must have decided to make for me.

“Paula and Lucia are with them,” she announces, holding her phone up to me.

I get closer to her, sitting next to her on my bed so she can give me her phone. It’s opened to Paula’s Instagram story, which is a photo of her hand, complete with her new, dazzling engagement ring, Lucia’s hand, and Calum’s hand, all three reaching for a box of donuts from my favorite donut shop in Madrid. She has the location tagged at Retiro.

“For old time’s sake,” she wrote on top.

I tap the screen, letting the next image on her story show. It’s a selfie of Paula, Lucia, Calum, Luke, Sierra, and Crystal. They’re sitting by the water at Retiro. I should be there. I wish I was there.

I sigh, closing out of the Instagram app and giving Em her phone back. “Looks like they’re having fun,” I say, my voice cracking as I try to stifle the tears I have forming in my eyes.

Emelia wraps an arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m sure they all wish you were there just as badly as you want to be there.”

I sniffle and wipe the tears from my eyes. “Maybe.”

She sighs and thankfully doesn’t say anything else about it. “C’mon, come help me write my paper. I don’t wanna have to deal with it on Thanksgiving.”

If it was up to me, I’d spend the rest of the day in bed alone, but when Em is here, she gives me only one allowance of wallow-in-bed-and-pretend-to-nap time per day. It’s been almost every day that I tell her I want to take a nap and then instead I just lay in bed and cry. I’m sure she knows that’s what I actually do, but we don’t talk about it.

—

As if she could read my mind from all those miles away, Paula goes live for the concert. As far as I can tell, she’s in the VIP section. It doesn’t look like many other people are watching her live, so I’m almost certain she is streaming just for me.

Emelia and I watch together, curled up in the guest bedroom with a bottle of wine and a huge bowl of popcorn. We sing along the whole time, tears in my eyes for most of it. It’s my first and only time seeing the show from the whole tour. I knew it would hurt too much after the breakup, and before I wanted to be surprised by it in San Diego. Em and I both knew I needed to see it at least once. I didn’t think through the fact that I possibly wouldn’t actually see the San Diego show.

Calum not singing his verses in Amnesia and Ghost of You cuts me deeply, which has been true since the breakup based on Twitter, and both Emelia and I cry when they play those two. Cal doesn’t even face the crowd during those songs.

As the show nears its end, in a break after Jet Black Heart, Calum steps to his microphone.

“Madrid!” He starts, and Luke and Michael snap their heads to him, shocked. I guess they weren’t expecting him to take a talking break. The crowd cheers loudly at his pronunciation, since he says it like Mah-dree rather than Muh-drid. He hadn’t spoken the whole show, and, if I know Calum, he hasn’t been speaking much on tour at all, especially not in the wake of the breakup.

“Excuse me if I fuck this up, but I asked a friend to help me with this translation. If it’s wrong, blame her,” he says and he laughs.

“He’s talking about me,” I hear Paula say. She knows I’m watching. I’m sure of it.

“Tu ciudad tiene un pedazo enorme de mi corazón. Te he extrañado y te quiero.” Calum fumbles through the Spanish that he reads off a scrap of paper. The crowd screams louder then than they have so far for anything else they’ve done tonight. I’m sure no one expected Calum to have said more than two or three words in Spanish, so it’s exciting to have him say something beyond te quiero and gracias.

“Uh, back to English,” he says while he tucks the piece of paper into his back pocket. “I’m sure some of you know why I love this city, and that’s never going to change. Thank you for having us tonight, the last night of this tour. You’ve been incredible and we will never forget you. This next one is one of my favorites, and again, I’m sure some of you know why. Let’s take it home, okay? This is Want You Back!”

The lights turn off and the room of people screams when the opening notes resound throughout the arena they’re playing. Throughout this song, Calum actually bobs his head and sways a little, getting into the music the way he used to but hasn’t throughout the entire show. He seemingly stares directly at Paula’s phone, and I wonder if he knows she’s streaming the show for me to watch it.

“Are you gonna call him?” Emelia asks in the middle of the song.

I look to her, tears filling my eyes again. “I don’t know, Em. I’m scared.”

She doesn’t say anything else then, just nods.

At the end of Want You Back, which is supposed to be their last song aside from the encore, Michael and Ashton take their bows and Luke and Calum just clap at them. Michael and Ash look confused, but just wave to the crowd. They check behind their shoulders and find Calum and Luke still at their mic stands, but they continue their exit from the stage.

“Madrid, for an extra something special this evening, Calum and I decided we’d like to treat you to a little surprise,” Luke says. From the side of the stage, an acoustic guitar is being brought to Luke.

“If it’s alright with you, I’m gonna steal Luke’s mic stand!” Calum says into his mic. The crowd cheers and he hands his bass to the stage tech that brought Luke the guitar. Cal is now center stage, looking incredibly nervous. “We’ve never played this one before, but we hope you like it.”

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you

Calum sings softly while Luke strums the guitar. Luke is smiling widely at Calum like he’s a proud parent.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so

Cal is crying again, but he manages to sing each word clearly.

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

Every word seems to cause another tear in my eyes. Their cover of Yellow is officially my new favorite of theirs, and I know Cal chose it for me. It’s as clear as day. As they finish the song, the crowd erupts again, and then Luke holds his arms out to Cal, encouraging everyone to applaud him specifically. Cal bows and takes a step back, his hand resting on his chest. He waits for Luke to bow too before they walk offstage together.

As soon as they’re off the stage and the crowd starts to beg for an encore, Paula flips her phone around so we can see her, Lucia, Marta, and Crystal huddled together and smiling.

“For you!” Paula screams and then she turns the camera back so the boys can finish their usual set.

I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but Calum has just made me feel way more loved than I deserve, and it makes me want to reach out even more, but I still don’t know if I can or how I should. I officially want — no, need him back in my life. I need him by my side. I don’t know what it’ll take for it to happen and I’m terrified of whatever will be in between, but I know I’ll feel much better when he’s back in my life.

Em looks at me with teary eyes as the boys take the stage again.

“Em... I miss him so much.”

She hugs me tightly. “I know you do.”

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River Like You

Sunmary: best friend to lover trope. You and joe grew close during your time on stranger things. You have a mini melt down after an interview and Joe comes to your rescue

Warning: Joke about suicide

You slump down in your spot on the couch as you wait for your castmates. If you have to answer one more question about getting to kiss Joseph Quinn, your head is going to explode. He is a fantastic kisser, you’ll give him that. Despite kissing him, Joe Keery is where your heart stayed loyal. Joe was always around when you two were filming. He’d run lines with you, go on mid-day coffee runs for you. You got to pet his dog when he’d bring it. He also checked on you every day, making sure you were feeling good. He was the best person. Your brain fought you on the fact that he was being so nice, maybe he was nice to everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joseph says as he sits himself down next to you. You straighten yourself up.

“Hey Joseph. Are you getting a lot of questions about kissing me?” You ask.

“Oh my God, all the time.” He just chuckles. “I don’t know how many times I have to go over the fact that you are a great kisser.”

“If they even try to make romance rumors I will shut it down so quickly.” You remark.

“If Joe could get his head out of his ass and…” Joseph stops when he notices the other man.

“And do what?” Joe sits himself down on the other side of Joseph.

“Do you mind trading me? I get nervous, the arm of the couch is like a crutch for me.” Joseph says.

You give him a small death glare and watch the men switch spots. “Joseph was talking about he knew you were going to steal the end of the couch.”

“Oh, well, when you two are planted in the middle, it seemed like the obvious choice.” Joe says with a small laugh.

“So sorry, traffic was fucking crazy.” Maya says as she rushes over to sit on the other side of you.

The way you four were sitting seemed so off. Maya and Joe always played off of each other, and Joseph’s and your characters are in a relationship.

“Wait…” You say, your brain is now too focused on the seating. You get up.

You watch Joseph scoot to Joe and you sit on the end now between the arm of the chair and Joseph.

Joe glances over at you. “Does this make the most sense dynamically?” His tone was soft and even, just honestly trying to help.

“Yes… Sorry…” You mumble, embarrassed by the action.

“You’re o-.” Joe starts but the interviewer sits down.

After the interview and the millionth “How is it getting to kiss everyone’s favorite man?” question this circuit, you four got released from the set.

“Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You looked like you wanted to blow your brains out.” Joe asks.

“Oh my God, I hate answering about Joseph. Like we have one kiss, sure it was pretty hot, but that’s it. I wish I could put that as part of the questions I won’t answer…” You just let loose. “Like, what about my scenes with Finn and Gaten, or like when I actually get to show off my true talent, but noooo I am just a girl, whose only talent was kissing one man.”

“Jesus, have you told anyone about this?” Joe asks.

“Obviously not Joe. Now, excuse me, I have to drive to my hotel and I would like to take a nice bubble bath and drown myself.” Your tone is only slightly playful during that last part because you feel like you have to be.

“Well, instead of that, you could come out tonight… Maya has a little gig at 8, I told her I’d go. I think you would have fun.” Joe says. “Joseph has to set off to London tomorrow so he’s not going.”

“Maybe…” You say to him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. She might let me do a song.” He says, like it was a selling point for you.

“Which song?” You ask like it actually mattered, you were still probably not going to go.

“Chat…” He watches your face scrunch up. “Rii…” Your face scrunches again. “Gloom.” His final answer actually made you a little excited, he’s only done it live one other time.

“Huh, still maybe.” You say.

You walk off from him, walking outside and to the rental you have. You get in your rental. You drive back to the hotel. You hand the key off to the valet and walk in the building. You walk the one flight of stairs to the second floor to get to your room. You open the room and check your phone: one text from Joe, two from Joseph, and one from your mother.

Mom: Dear good luck on your interview. Miss you bunches. Come visit as soon as you can.

That is the usual text to you these days.

Joe: Hey, listen, I really hope you come tonight. If you need someone to keep you company tonight, let me know, I’ll be there. Wait… I mean like if you just need someone to hang out with.

You laugh a little, he is truly a fucking idiot.

Joseph: Go with Joe to Maya’s thing. He obviously is trying to make a move.

Joseph: Joe texted me worried that you were going to actually drown in the bath - please let him know you were kidding.

You roll your eyes a little bit at the text. You shoot back your texts before setting your phone back down. You walk into the bathroom, plugging up the tub and starting the semi-hot bathwater. You walk back to grab your phone as you see a text from Joe had come in.

Joe: Hey, I am glad you were kidding about the bath. But seriously, I am here if you need to talk about life or anything. I am really glad we got as close as we did. I like being around you. Please come to Maya’s show, it’ll mean the world to her. I’d like to see you.

What a whirlwind of emotions that fill you up. You put your phone down on the counter, pulling up your hair into a high bun. You grab your phone and start the reply, telling him to grab you at 7:30 and bring street tacos. You start to click through your podcast that you frequent while laying in hot water. You see Joe’s message comes in.

Joe: 7:30 - gotcha. :) 2 Carne Asada with extra rice on flour?

You can’t help the smile as you text him a quick ‘yes please.’ You play Last Podcast on the Left and put on the Jonestown episode. You turn off the water and completely get naked. You slide into the bathtub, it is a big warm hug. You love it. It was only 4pm, so you know you had time to enjoy the bath, and find something cute to wear to Maya's show. Around 6pm you hear a knock on your door. It makes your heart race. You get out of the bath, drying off quickly then wrapping yourself in the robe that the room had. You walk to the room and look through the peephole. Joe? It was only 6pm… You unlock the door and open it.

“You are a whole hour and half early, dude.” You say.

“I know, but I got hungry and I wanted to eat with you. So I brought dinner a little early.” Joe says.

“Uh, come in. I am going to uh, get ready then I’ll join you. There is a nice little table out on the balcony.” You motion to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, shit I am sorry. I should have checked.” Joe says as he walks in, starting to the other half of the room.

“It’s okay. I like eating with other people a lot more than eating by myself.” You say.

Joe walks over to open the door of the balcony and put the food and drinks down on the table. “I’ll stay out here… just join me when you are ready.”

“You don’t have to. I can change in the bathroom, it’s no big deal.” You tell him.

“Okay…” His word is almost breathless.

You walk around to the drawer you put most of your clothes in. You grab underwear and jeans. You dig around for a moment.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What’s up?” Joe says looking up from his phone from the chair by the bed, which you’ve shown so much love while in this room. It has a great view of the outside and you could shift a little and watch TV.

“I thought…” What a girl thing. “I thought I packed the matching bra with these underwear. It would have been good tonight.”

“Can you just…” Joe starts.

“Joseph David Keery, if you think I can wear mismatched undergarments after freaking out about the way we sat today at our interview, then you are clearly not as intelligent as you come off as.” You cut him off with.

“I am sure it is just misplaced. Maybe it’s still in your suitcase.” He says.

You just nod your head, giving the drawer one more look through and then check your suitcase. He must be a witch you pull it out and hold it up.

“Keery, are you a witch?” You ask rhetorically.

“No, just logical.” He comments, glancing at the brassiere before looking at his phone again.

You go to grab the top you wanted, which was a checkered see through top. You also grab socks for your docs. You move to the bathroom. You unplug the tub and pause the podcast. You derobe and start to get dressed. You don’t dare put on your socks. You grab your phone and make sure that you look okay. Your makeup hadn’t moved. Thank the Lord. You walk out and toss your socks next to the pair of Doc Martin’s on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” You say.

“Alr-... you look good.” Joe comments.

“Oh Joey, shush.” You mutter as you move to sit on a chair on the balcony.

He sits across from you. You two start to eat the food. It is so good.

"God, this is the best…" You mutter.

"Glad you liked it, I wasn't sure. It was a new one for me, so I didn't think that they would do your tacos right." He admits.

"It was perfect Joey." You offer him a small smile. You glance at your phone. 6:45. You still have an hour and 15 minutes.

"You were joking about… drowning yourself right? Like obviously you didn't, but…" His words trails off.

"Joe, listen, I am over dramatic and a bit OCD. I don't want to die." You feel like he needed to hear those words specifically.

"Okay, that's good to know." He offers you a warm smile. "I am here for you."

"I know Joey, you've been here for me since you laid eyes on me the first day of set, which I am forever grateful for." You flash him a little smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Joe asks.

"Uh, sure, let me get shoes on." You say as you head back inside.

You walk to where you ditched your socks. You slide your socks on then your shoes. Joe places the trash can down where he got it from, you can only assume he cleaned up. You get up from the floor. You grab your bag and look over at him. He walks over to you with a smile. You walk to the door and open it for him. He mumbles a small thank you as he walks out and you are quick to follow him out. He starts to head in the direction of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" You ask, after you realize he was going to get on the elevator and you are headed to the stairs.

"To the elevator… are you going to the stairs?" He asks, looking at you.

"Y-yes." Another moment where you feel embarrassed.

"Are you scared of elevators?" He asks so casually.

"I never get a room above the third floor and if I do, I will ask for a room change." You admit to him. He just walks over to you.

"Fine, no elevator." He grabs your wrist and drags you to the stairs.

You can't help the laugh as you walk with him. His hand moves tentatively from your wrist to properly holding your hand. You tangle your fingers with his. You two descend down the stairs to the front lobby. Joe grips your hand a bit tighter as you two go outside. He pulls you close as you two start walking in a random direction.

"So, what do you have lined up?" He asks.

"Oh, I got to meet… shit uh… Mariama Diallo at a coffee shop, I boasted about how much I love her work. She said she was working on something new and offered me a part." You say with a smile. "It's still horror related. I think Misha Green announced a possible season two of Lovecraft Country being written, I would like to audition for that."

"Keeping it in the horror family?" He asks.

"Like you didn't do a whole movie about a wannabe social influencer who decided to kill people." You remark.

"True, fine. There is nothing wrong with liking one genre of film the most." He shrugs his shoulders. "Finn does horror specifically. Producing his own horror movie."

"Joseph plays miserable little shit heads who doesn't know what comfort is." You state with a small laugh.

Joe laughs. "Yeah, poor guy. He needs to be in a romance movie where he gets the girl in the end."

"You though, you do everything. Comedy, horror, romance. It's impressive." You comment.

"Yeah, I like doing a little bit of everything." His hand squeezes yours.

"I just enjoy horror too much. I would do a rom-com or play an older sister in a teen flick." You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll write you and Joseph in a rom-com, so you both can be happy." He lets out a small chuckle.

"That would be great. I get to kiss Joseph all the time. Get asked about kissing him all the time." You roll your eyes, even though you at least would be comfortable with kissing your co-star.

"Yeah, but then you two could be fucking adorable all the time." Joe comments.

"Yeah? He's a great friend. I think the girl who ends up with him is going to be so happy." You say.

"Yeah." Joe goes quiet after this.

You look around for a moment. "Should we head to Maya's gig?"

"Oh yeah, probably." Joe says as he takes out his phone.

He drops your hand to quickly maneuver his way to the mapping app on his phone, to see how far you guys are from the venue. You pull out your phone, just to seem as busy for a moment, seeing a message had come in.

Maya: joe said you are coming tonight, so excited xoxo

You send a quick text back to Maya that you were excited also. You put your phone away. Joe was also putting his phone away. He takes your hand again, y’all fingers tangle together with no issues. Joe starts to lead you guys to the venus. You took in the sigh of the city.

“How come you are scared of elevators?” He asks.

“There were 17,000 deaths last year due to elevators.” You answer him.

“Damn, that’s fair enough.” He chuckles.

“They’re literally my nightmare.” You whisper.

After about 15 more minutes, you two arrive at the venue. You two are able to slip in the side. Maya had let you two in, hugging you guys tightly.

“I am going to get a drink, do you need anything?” Joe asks.

“Just a beer.” You say. Joe nods and walks off.

“Why were you two holding hands?” Maya asks. “Did he finally tell you?”

“Because we - wait, what?” You say.

“Shit, nothing…” Maya goes back.

“Maya…” You press.

“No, nope, no.” Maya says as she scurries off.

You just laugh and follow her. You help her get ready for the show in the green room. Joe comes in with two beers. He sets the beer down in front of you.

“Thanks Joey.” You say.

“No problem.” He says and leans against the counter, watching you do Maya’s makeup.

You pick up the beer, taking a sip. You finish the makeup. “Beautiful!”

“Thanks bestie.” Maya says with a chuckle.

You move next to Joe. His beer switches hands and his arm moves around you. You lean into his touch. You two sip your beer. Your eyes look at the clock. She goes on in like ten minutes.

“Do you want to stand in the crowd?” You ask Joe.

“Yeah sure.” Joe says.

“Okay, Maya good luck! Joe and I are going to stand in the crowd.” You say as you move off the counter.

“Okay, thank you guys for coming!” Maya says.

“You got this.” Joe says as he moves to Maya. He gives her a quick hug and a small kiss on the head.

You and Joe move to sneak from backstage to the crowd, standing near the back. There was a heavy female audience. After a few more minutes, Maya comes out on stage. The crowd sings along to her music. It made you and Joe smile. It was so cool to see her do something so cool.

“This is for my friends. I think they need a little help.” Maya says, her eyes land on you. She starts the song ‘River Like You.’ Joe looks at Maya with wide eyes. You listen to the words and feel your heart thump hard. Joe’s hand squeezes yours. You look over at him. He leans over to kiss you. You meet him halfway and kiss him back. His hand moves to cup your face. You can hear Maya singing. “YES!” Maya says after the song stops. Joe pulls from your lips with a small laugh.

“I like you a lot.” Joe says.

“God, I like you a lot too.” You say.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery fan fiction #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery fan fic #joe keery fanfic

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Bake Me a Cake (Stephen Holder Drabble)

Fandom: The Killing, Stephen Holder, f!reader

Summary: An offhanded joke leads to unexpected places.

Word Count: 562

“Bake me a cake, and we’ll talk.”

It had been a joke. An off-the-cuff response to Holder’s incessant flirting. After all, you had never seen him eat anything other than take-out or junk food. There was no way this man knew how to bake anything, even something as easy as a cake.

And yet, when you came into work the next morning, there was a fresh cake sitting on your side of your shared desk. Holder was nowhere to be seen, but it was obviously from him. Besides the obvious fact that the two of you had been discussing it yesterday, on top of the pink frosting he had spelled out “Let’s talk” with chocolate chips.

There was a fork and a CD next to the cake that had “Just ta prove it” scrawled on it in Holder’s messy writing. Popping the disc into your computer, you were greeted by slides of pictures and videos of Holder in his kitchen. He had exchanged his hoodie for an apron, and he was smiling goofily at the camera. As the slides progressed, it showed Holder making the cake through every step of the progress. There was no doubt about it. The pastry on your desk was made from scratch by your partner.

You eyed it cautiously. Even though it had seemed as if Holder had followed all the correct steps in the video, you were still hesitant to try it. But then again, how bad could he really screw up cake?

Picking up the fork, you broke off a small bite and brought it to your lips. As soon as the flavor hit your tongue, you couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped your mouth.

“Ah snap! I knew I could get you to make that sound one way or another.” You whipped around to see Holder leaning against the doorframe, the same goofy smile as from the video spread across his face.

“What the hell, Holder!”

His face dropped immediately. “No, I…it was just a joke…I didn’t-”

You waved him off. “Not that. You’ve said worse in front of suspects or the boss. No, how the hell did you never tell me you knew how to bake like this!”

“Oh!” He seemed momentarily surprised but then he shrugged. “You never asked. When my moms left and Liz started takin’ care of me, I taught myself to cook so I could help out some.”

“Wait….so it’s not just cake? You can cook real meal food too?”

“Sure. Whatever you want, mama.”

You crossed your arms. “You realize if you would have told me that a long time ago, I would have agreed to this date a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Sure. Haven’t you ever heard the expression, ‘a way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach’?”

“Yeah but-” he paused as he finally realized what you had said. “Wait…so does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You shrugged. “Why not. Turns out, there’s still a lot I don’t know about you. Maybe it’ll be nice to learn more once we’re away from the job.”

Holder practically leaped for joy. “Ah yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! And if you think I’m good in the kitchen, just wait ‘til you see what I can do in the bedroom.”

You rolled your eyes, but you had to admit….you were pretty excited to find out.

#sfw repost #drabble #stephen holder drabble #stephen holder #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x you #stephen holder x y/n #detective stephen holder #the killing #joel kinnaman #fluff

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sopejinsunflower · 1 year

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2022.001.011: The Butterfly Touch

“Kitsune.”

“Kitty for short?”

“Hm. How about Nino?”

“What does that even mean?”

“It’s Japanese. Look at this kanji.”

“Cute. What does the kanji mean?”

“How about a Korean name, Duri?”

“What does that mean?”

“I got it! Salem!”

“No!” we all shout in unison, shutting down Jin who immediately pouts deep enough I could hang a couple of rings on his lips. I laugh at his reaction, throwing an unused tissue paper at him that flutters down his face, catches on his pout, then falls to the ground.

We’re in my room with the door wide open as Mrs Oliviera had insisted (“It’s not nice to have men in your room with the doors closed,” she had said and since she’s still upset about the cat as she’s allergic, I relented), the cat out of the carrier and walking around the room, stopping at each one of us for a pet or to just sniff while we’re trying to find a name for him. Surprisingly, most of my earlier name picks have all been shut down. Jimin, however, had liked most of them except for Birdie. I agree; a cat as rare and unique as this one needs a really good name to go with it.

“We’d need to cat-proof the place now,” I muse quietly, mostly to myself.

Jin, who heard me, nods. “And a lot more litter boxes. Unless you plan on letting him out?”

“I don’t think so,” I say and the cat suddenly stops and looks at me, tilting his head. “I don’t think it’s safe for him to be outside. And I think Mr Chang prefers for it to be indoors and away from his vegetables.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Taehyung agrees. “Natural fertilisers for the vegetables.”

I turn to him. “You know about that?”

He freezes for a bit, hesitating. “Err…”

“Chang told us about it earlier,” Hoseok interjects. “When you were out.”

“Oh,” I note, nodding. “So yeah, he’s not going back out. I probably need to get some cat trees and stuff like that.”

“I can make one,” says Yoongi from the doorway. He’s sitting right in between the borders of my bedroom and the hallway, giving the cat small little scratches around the neck. “I can make as many as you like but it’ll probably take some time.” He says it nonchalantly without as much as looking at me.

“You can make a cat tree?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Yeah. I’m good with my hands. I can make something.”

It’s a good thing he’s not looking at me to see the small smile blooming on my lips. “You mean like with raw woods and stuff? Hammering? Hard labour?”

He finally looks up, his face impassive, and nods. “Uh huh.”

Taehyung gives me a boxy grin, pointing at Yoongi. “He’s really good with woodwork.”

“Is he now?” I sit up straighter, determined to just tease Yoongi. “Okay, then. Go ahead, make one. A really nice one with, like, detailed designs and stuff. But he needs one ASAP so I’ll order a couple first.”

Yoongi nods again, unfazed by my request, eyes still somewhere on the floor. “Sure. Where do you want the one I make to go? Living room?”

I think about it, looking around the room. “Hmm. No. The one you make will be for my room. In that corner, by the window.”

He turns to check the place and after a few seconds he nods again. “Sure. I’ll take the measurements tomorrow.”

“Great!”

“How about Kakashi?” Jimin suggests out of the blue.

“You know Naruto?” I ask, impressed.

He shakes his head. “No. What’s that?”

I give him an incredulous look. “But you just suggested a character’s name?”

He turns my laptop to face me. “It’s just listed here. Names for heterochromia cats. Should I know Naruto?”

I snort. “Seriously. Sometimes it feels like you guys just time-travelled from a different era or something.” Jimin just grins in return, going back to the search through the internet.

~~~

This is mundane. This is good.

Namjoon looks around the room, quietly keeping to himself, leaning against the wall beneath the window, one arm propped against one knee. Fondness oozes out of his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the others with a soft smile on his face. Just a half hour ago, they had all been bracing for the end, prepared to see you walk out the door or to never see you return. His heart had crumbled to pieces, bit by bit as he stood on the stairs with Jin.

But it had been for nothing, thankfully. Namjoon had never felt relief and anger like when you just walked in through the door carrying the cat carrier completely oblivious to their distraught. Well, not completely; only to the fact that the reason had been you. He envies that ignorance, wishes that the roles had been flipped just so that maybe you would understand how much it hurts to live and relive through this same torment every few decades, to always live on the edge of falling over a cliff, repeatedly to die a thousand deaths.

He forgot how much the thought of losing you before anything could even begin hurts a lot more than anything else. It’s the loss of hopes and dreams, the possibility that it could be the end to the cycle, that they could be free, snuffed out; more than that, the chance to love you up again, gone. At this point, if Namjoon is honest, freedom is nothing but a fantasy, a mirage that they let themselves see in order to keep moving, like some lost, desperate travellers in the desert fantasising of an oasis that can quench their burning thirst. Surviving is tricky business.

It will never cease to amaze him how much his dried up, shrivelling heart suddenly blooms to life just at the sight of you even after all this time. Some people just fall out of love after years of marriage, some people get tired of being tied down to one person, wanting more adventures, wanting to explore themselves with other people; but not them. It’s been decades, centuries even, and his heart still skips a beat with one look from you, the butterflies in his stomach flapping their wings furiously just at the thought of seeing you. He reverts back to his young self that first time; young yet he had never aged a day since, older but never the wiser.

He watches you bicker with Jimin, going back and forth on a name Jimin had found on the small computer. You’re both sitting on the bed, Jimin half lying down as he leans on his elbows to type something and occasionally turning the screen over to you. Jimin would argue but his pouting shows that he doesn’t care much about you rejecting most of his suggestions, happily going back to do more research while you watch him from the corner of your eyes, your body turned the other way towards where the cat is. It’s subtle but Namjoon can see it well enough.

He can also see the way you gaze over the others as they are absorbed in something else (either talking to each other or entertaining the cat), your eyes taking in their forms from head to toe. Namjoon had casually looked away when you finally turned to him, pretending to listen to Jungkook’s cooing to the cat. In his periphery, he sees you size him up, the cogs in your brain working, and he’s dying to know what you’re thinking about. He almost wants to turn around to make eye contact with you, to catch you red-handed as an excuse to ask, but he doesn’t. For some reason, he feels a little nervous himself. It’s been awhile since someone had looked at him like that.

Oh, how he misses that look. Namjoon lets his mind wander down memory lane, his body going slack, his head resting against the wall as he thinks back to simpler times. For some reason, the first memory that jumps into his mind is one of the many cycles, where you and Taehyung are ballroom dancing. Well, it was more you teaching him, counting the steps as you moved. You both moved round and round the living room. Back then, the house hadn’t been this big and they had to move the furniture out of the way but boy, were they happy.

“One, two, three. One, two, three,” you counted as Taehyung watched his footing. You tugged at him. “Eyes on me, Taetae,” you said and Taehyung had stumbled, stepping on your foot. You both laughed and Namjoon had been glad it wasn’t him you were teaching.

Taehyung said something that made you laugh even harder, chastising him to try harder because he chose this. If Namjoon remembers correctly, Taehyung had been invited to a ball (the first of many to come) and he had been coerced to go by his employer as her plus one so there was no way he could turn it down. He had grumbled and complained about it for weeks but the weekend is finally here and he just realised that he would have to dance.

“But I don’t want to dance with anybody else but you, my darling,” he pouted, twirling you around and then pulling you close to hug you from behind. Namjoon, who had been buried in a book in the corner, looked up in time to see your cheeks turning crimson. He loved that look on you, still does. Even more when he’s the reason.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze and he lowered his book. You exaggerated an eye-roll, a message just for him to show your reaction to Taehyung’s whining, and he smiled, putting down the book completely. “You still need to do it, Taebear,” you cajoled, reaching behind you to pat his cheek.

Namjoon remembers watching in anticipation as you untangle yourself from Taehyung and padded over to him, placing yourself in between his legs and perching on his thigh, arms circling his neck as his own circled your waist as you both turned to watch Jungkook attempting to take your place.

Namjoon can still feel the weight of you, can feel how soft your middle was as he hugged you to him. It was an intimate position, one that he would have to wait awhile until he can get it again, one he would wait forever for if he had to.

“Namjoon-hyung?”

Namjoon blinks, snapping out of his thoughts as he is wrenched out of his memories. Jungkook is looking at him with eyebrows raised. “Huh? What?”

Jungkook gestures towards you. “She was talking to you.”

~~~

A living room, cosy, warm lights, furniture pushed towards the wall.

I blink and the image is gone. Namjoon is looking at me, eyebrows raised. “Sorry, did you just say something?”

I stare at him, trying to remember what we had been talking about. What did I say to him? I can’t remember. Something cold and wet pushes against my fingers and I flinch back, surprise. The cat looks up at me, not with fear but curiosity, tilting his head and regarding me with those queer eyes, slow blinking. I run a finger over the top of his head. “Sorry, bud.”

I look back at Namjoon, hoping that whatever it was that I had said to him would come back but my mind is blank. I shake my head. “Never mind. I forgot.”

Namjoon looks a little apologetic. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

I flash him a smile. Before a yawn takes over me “It’s fine, Joonie. I’m getting tired, too.”

~~~

Joonie. You called him Joonie, the nickname you and only you have ever used for him way back when.

Namjoon is dumbfounded, staring at you open-mouthed as you stand up and stretch to relieve the stiffness in your joints. Do you even notice it, the name you used? In his confused haze, he locked eyes with Hoseok whose face mirrors his. He wants to ask, to prod you about calling him that but his tongue seems to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, unyielding. As his brain battles with his heart, you pause and look back at him.

“Is that alright?” you ask, head tilting to one side. “I called you a weird name.”

You sound confused yet apologetic and Namjoon’s face breaks into a smile.

~~~

The smile is so sincere, so warm it rendered me speechless, just staring at him.

“I love it,” he replies softly, his voice so velvety sweet something stirs in the pit of my stomach. “It’s not weird at all.” I can’t tell from the distance but his eyes seem to be glistening right before he gets up and looks away.

“Time for bed,” Jin announces, stretching up on his tiptoes. He regards the cat sitting on my bed. “You sure he’ll be okay inside?”

I shrug. “I think so.”

The cat just returns Jin’s look coolly, almost as if it understood the man’s concern. He sits there at the edge of the bed, gazing lazily up at the seven men who are ready to leave for their rooms for the night. Jimin seems to hesitate, forehead creasing the longer he stares at the cat's back. I poke his shoulder with a finger. “He’s not going to eat me in the night,” I joke but Jimin just stares at me with widened eyes.

Taehyung comes forward and puts both hands around the cat’s head, holding it firm. “Don’t do anything bad, kitty.” He looks up at me and adds, “We’ll be just outside the door if anything happens.”

I laugh, waving him off. “Right, right. I’ll scream if anything happens. Now get to bed. All of you.”

“I can sleep on the floor to keep you safe,” Jungkook offers, stepping up. But Hoseok pulls him by the arm towards the door. “No, you can’t. Get to bed, punk.”

After a bout of repetitive good night wishes, the seven of them finally disappear into their respective rooms. For some reason, I decided to keep the bedroom door just slightly ajar. I turn around and immediately come face to face with the cat, sitting on the floor, staring at me. “You scared me,” I say with a hand on my chest. “Come on.”

He follows me to the bed and jumps up next to me as I lay down under the cover. When the lights are turned down, I lay there in silence, only hearing the gentle purr of the cat and the light swishing of his tails. I turn on my side and the cat shifts enough so that he’s facing me, eyes open, watching me, blinking slowly. It feels like, in the dark, his dual-toned eyes shine even brighter, two soft orbs glowing in the dark in a mixed haze of blue and yellow. I’m transfixed by the light, his eyes seeming to shimmer and pulse.

I think I might have dozed off to sleep sometime in the night because when I open my eyes again, I’m in a living room, the warm lights down low, the fire crackling and the furniture all pushed back against the walls. The living room looks almost similar to the one on the first floor of the manor but smaller, the walls a bare white paint instead of the flowery wallpaper.

“Darling?”

I whip around and stumble back to see Taehyung standing there, his dark hair longer and curlier, falling over his handsome face. The shirt he’s wearing looks like something from a historical play, off-white and loose around his dark pants and knee-length boots. “Is something the matter?” he asks, concerned.

Before I can say anything, a tall figure enters the room, wearing the same style outfit, the neck is loose enough for the top of his smooth chest to be displayed. He’s carrying a book and he looks at me then at Taehyung. “Practising for the ball, Taehyungie?”

“Yes,” groans Taehyung, pulling a face. But he immediately lightens up as he steps closer to me and puts one hand around my waist and pulls me close enough that our fronts touch. “I hate this but I’m glad I have a good teacher.”

He slides his hand into mine, his warm, bigger palm enveloping mine. “Lead the way, my teacher.”

We move around the living room, gliding effortlessly from corner to corner, me seemingly leading, Taehyung following. His steps started out careless, stepping onto my toes a couple of times before he finally got the hang of it. And I, confused as I was in the beginning, slowly slipped right into my role that felt peculiarly familiar, like I’ve lived this moment before. When he starts to banter with Namjoon, I knew their words even before they were spoken. It feels like when you dream of something you’ve dreamt of before or rewatched an old childhood movie.

Taehyung complains about having to go to this ball his employer had invited him to but grouching even more that he can’t say no. “But I don’t want to dance with anybody else but you, my darling,” he whines as he twirls me around and hugs me from behind.

I catch Namjoon looking and I just make an exaggerated face before telling Taehyung- no, Taebear, as I called him, that he still has to do it. I see Jungkook rise to his feet , teasing Taehyung for having two left feet and I free myself from Taehyung’s grip. My feet lightly step towards Namjoon, the kind of walk only those who are confident in the other’s receptance. He welcomes me with open arms, positioning me on his sturdy thigh as I loop my arms around his neck. This feels safe, this feels familiar, too.

He has his arms around my waist as we both turn to watch Jungkook and Taehyung dance around the living room, laughing and joking with each other. I can feel the smile on my face, the warmth in my chest at the sight of my beloved boys. Beloved, because that’s what it feels like. Like they belong to me. Like they are mine.

Namjoon nuzzles my side and I look down at him. He peers up at me, saying something. I can see his mouth moving but no sound comes out. At the same time, my vision starts to get dark around the edges, like a vignetted photo, creeping further and further in, darkening my sight. Panic rises like bile as I claw my hands on the back of his shirt, a desperate attempt to hold on but somehow he seems to be moving away like some sort of distorted video until-

“Wake up, wake up!”

I gasp, flashing my eyes open. The first thing I notice are the pair of eyes, clouded with heavy worry, eyebrows knitting together. There’s a burning sensation on my shoulders and as reality sets in, I realise that Hoseok is leaning over me, his nails digging into the skin of my shoulders.

Coming down from a dream that you’ve been wrenched out takes some time and when my mind is finally fully awake, fully registering what is happening, the emotions come crashing down and I’m crying for reasons unknown.

~~~

The tears bursting through your squeezed-shut eyelids are like punches to Hoseok’s heart, hard and landing where it hurts him the most.

How bad was the dream? He had been downstairs for a glass of water, hearing small little whines that grew and grew into soft little painful moans as he reached the top of the stairs. His ears were already honed into the noise but it wasn’t the door standing ajar that alerted him to you, no, but the cat sitting right in front of your door, looking at him as if it had been waiting. Hoseok had rushed past it just barely missing stepping on its double tails, jumping onto the bed to shake you awake.

The sight of your sobbing is gut-wrenching, something about the way you heave tells him that the dream had been a terrible one. He doesn’t manage to say much of anything through your crying so he does what he can only do best; hold you tight.

“I’m here now, my angel,” he promises, rocking you in his arms as you clutch onto him. “I’m here. Hobi’s here.”

It’s a whole fifteen minutes of your sniffling and hiccuping, fifteen minutes of your head buried in his chest, his shirt feeling wet and sticking to his skin but not caring a bit. He runs his hand through your hair, remembering how he’s done this a million times before yet this still feels like the first time, your hair soft and silky in his fingers and smelling like your favourite shampoo. He wants nothing more than to stay this way but one look at the clock tells him he only gets just a few more hours. For now, it’ll be enough.

Once you’re calmed and the sniffling finally stops, Hoseok loosens his grip and you pull away, coming out of your hiding. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands multiple times before looking up at him, cheeks rosy, eyes still sparkling with the remaining tears. It’s cliched, it’s corny but Hoseok can’t help but think you look beautiful like that; eyes puffy, wet eyelashes and slightly pouty lips, looking at him as if he's the only thing that can make everything better.

“Sorry for your shirt,” you croak out, tugging at it, your bottom lip jutting out. He wishes he could catch it in between his own, massage it with his tongue to let you know that the shirt is the least of his worries right now.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, shaking his head. “You, on the other hand,” he holds your chin in between his fingers to tilt your head up, “are you feeling better?”

You nod but avoid his eyes, looking down and away. He grabs your chin harder, forcing you to look back at him. “Angel, I appreciate honesty. It’s the only way I can help.”

At his words, your throat constricts once again and the tears start pooling. You shake your head, your hair flying and the tears crawl their way down your face. Hoseok wipes them away before they drip off the edge of your face with both of his thumbs. Before he can stop himself, before he can talk sense into himself, before he even realises what he was doing, he leans down and plants two soft kisses on both your cheeks. If nothing else can make you stop crying, that did it.

You stare at him and Hoseok thinks, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He braces himself for the rejection, for the push back, the disgust, pulling back only slightly to read your expression. Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes are confused and he prepares for the anger, the consequences of his unthinking actions.

But instead, he feels your lips on his.

~~~

He tastes like toothpaste.

If I was in the right state of mind, this would be the last thing I would have done. If I had been more centred, I would have told him thanks and to go back to his room. If I had been sane in the moment, I would have looked away after those cheek kisses and told him that I’ll go back to bed now. If I hadn’t been selfish, I wouldn’t be kissing him right on the lips, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.

He doesn’t deny me, leaning in further, his hand in my hair. The kiss deepens as Hoseok grows hungrier, his other hand leaning against the mattress to support us both. Oh, this feels so good yet so…painful. Like dying and coming alive in one breath. I can’t ignore the squeeze in my chest, both pleasant at finally being able to taste him yet excruciating, like I’ve been missing him for my whole life.

It’s an odd, unexplainable emotion. How can you miss someone you’ve never met? But I do. I’ve missed him so much it feels like a piece of myself has fallen back into place, the edges where they connect singing as they fuse back together, slowly making me whole again. I can feel the wetness on my cheek again but as I cup his face, I realise they aren’t my tears but his, pouring down my thumb as he sobs.

As much as I want to pull away to look at him, to hush him, to comfort him, I don’t want to break the kiss. I feel his tongue, tentative in between my lips and I welcome it. He lowers us to the bed, leaning on his elbow, his full weight snug on top of me, a calming presence that a weighted blanket could come close to. I wrap my arms around his waist, wanting nothing than to be closer. Whatever dream that I had earlier that had reduced me to such vulnerability is long forgotten. I’m just glad he’s here now.

Hoseok is the first to pull away, sucking in a big breath. We both chuckle silently as he looks down on me, his tear-stained face matching mine. I can feel him studying me, eyes roaming my face the same way an art connoisseur would appraise a priceless art piece. I can’t help but notice that the emotions in his eyes run deep, like he’s holding back so much more. The recognition in his gaze is heavy.

He’s not looking at me in a way you look at something new; he’s looking at me the same way you look at something precious you’ve lost and now you’ve found again, making sure that all the spots and cracks and little markings are still there just how you remember it. He’s looking at me like he’s been missing me, too.

~~~

Words can’t describe the emotions bubbling just beneath the surface but even though you’ve kissed, Hoseok is not confident for anything more yet. It’ll be too much at once.

But, oh, to have his lips on you again, to touch you this way again. His heart withered and bloomed at the same time; the feeling of finally letting go after being so exhausted only to follow by being fully energised once again, rising from the dead as if his sustenance arrived just in the nick of time. You. It will always be you, both the death of him and the reason he’s alive.

In moments like these is when Hoseok completely forgets that it’s been hundreds of cycles, hundreds of you in the past. It’s moments like these when Hoseok swears that this could have been the first time, that he had been dreaming all these centuries, that the curse was just him reliving everything in his head and he’s finally woken up to reality. The kiss had been wet but only for both of your tears to mix, salty on his lips. He looks down on you, thumb rubbing circles on your temple as his fingers bury in your hair.

“Hi,” he whispers softly, his voice breaking.

“Hi,” you reply, equally soft.

The silence that follows doesn’t feel unwelcomed as you both stare at each other, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. Hoseok takes in everything; the flutter of your lashes, the scar on your left eyebrow that can only be seen up close, the beauty mark just below your eye that comes with every version of you, like a tag on a soul that tells them immediately who you are. This face has other markings and scars, ones you attained in this current life, ones that he can’t wait to explore and ask about. Like that tiny dip on the edge of your hairline or the faded spot on the corner of your lips.

He focuses back to your eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the soul inside, the soul that reverberates in tune with his and the other six sleeping in their rooms right now. In those eyes, he glances at the lives you’ve led together before, bits and pieces of past memories, both good and bad. He knows that when the pieces connect, you will remember again but he can’t do anything to speed things up. But patience, he has, something that took him aeons to perfect. Delicate matters of the soul cannot be rushed.

“Why do I feel like I’ve known you my whole life?” you mutter, running your middle finger over the middle of his forehead and down his nose, your palm spread. The butterfly touch, you called it the first time you did that in the first life, a name you made up. There’s butterfly kisses so this would be the butterfly touch, you announced before doing a demonstration to Jungkook for all of them to see. Jungkook had pressed a kiss to your palm at the end of it and that’s what Hoseok does now, pressing his lips to the middle of your hand as your finger lingers on his nose.

You blink a few times, like you’re remembering something and Hoseok holds his breath. But just as he thinks some things are coming back, it passes. You check the time and turn back to him apologetically. “It’s getting kind of late. You have work tomorrow,” you whisper almost shyly.

He swallows the lump in his throat and nods. He sits up and sees the cat sitting on its own bed on the floor, lazily eyeing him before resting its head on its front paws. You catch Hoseok’s wrist before he moves away and he turns around to look at you questioningly, pleadingly. Hoseok smiles before climbing under the covers with you, laying on the extra pillow of your queen-sized bed.

“Only until morning,” you mumble as you scoot down lower so that the blanket is up to your chin, your eyes closed. You are turned towards Hoseok, crouching in a sort of foetal position, lightly holding on to the sleeve of his pyjama shirt. “Only until morning,” you repeat sleepily.

Hoseok faces the window, the curtains pulled but he can already tell. It won’t be long now and when you wake up you’d think he had gone off to work without waking you and it would be fine, he thinks. He’ll just let you know that he had not wanted to wake you, that you had looked like you needed the rest, that he woke up really early anyway, too early for you whose class starts at ten o’clock.

He stays like that, one hand resting on his own stomach, the other unmoving in between the two of you as you have a hold on him. He lays awake for a while until he hears your breathing evens out, the sound soft in his ears. How many times has he lied next to you like this, watching you sleep? How many times have you slept in the crook of his arms, skin to skin with not a thread on, falling asleep from the afterglow? As much as he wants to have all those again, he is more than happy to have you next to him like this, curled up against yourself.

Hoseok licks his lips and he thinks he can still taste you, bittersweet on his palate. He turns on his side so he can continue to watch you, his mind revisiting old memories of the first of the first kiss. Did it feel like this, too? Heavy yet enlightening? Hoseok doesn’t think so. It had only been giddying, the kind of kiss that renders his brain mute of any other thoughts. Where did it happen again? Oh yeah, he remembers it now.

Here in this same room, in the same spot. What are the odds? You came home one day moody and glum. You had gone out to the farmer’s market, a hop in your step when you left early that morning, the basket swinging from one hand. Hoseok remembers because he had offered to walk you halfway as it had been on his way to work. You had walked with your hands clasped around the basket handle, almost as if you’re worried you might accidentally grab his hand by habit out in public.

Hoseok had remained close to you, chatting about his coworkers but eyes paying attention on the path so he could steer you out of the way of erring stones or puddles. You had separated at a fork in the path and you had waved at him until the trees got in the way of his sight of you. Imagine his surprise when he got home later that evening and you hadn’t been there to greet him. Taehyung had informed him that you had gone to deliver Jimin’s lunch at the school in the afternoon but had not returned.

When you finally did, your mood was so sour it left the whole house in a sort of dimness that couldn’t be fixed no matter how many candles and lanterns had been left in every room. He had gone up to check on you, comfort you but the next thing he knew, his lips had been on yours, light and hesitance, but it stopped the tears. Their first kiss had lit up the whole house, chasing out the gloom that came in after you. Hoseok can’t remember the details of that night except for that kiss, feather-soft and innocent all on its own that if he closes his eyes now he can conjure up that same feeling.

Sometime in the night, through all of Hoseok’s lone reminiscence, he must have fallen asleep, head nodding off and leaning against yours, dreaming of easier and happier times. The dream must have leaked through to you, because through the night, you sleep with a smile on your face, finally peaceful.

~~~

The sun wakes me up before my alarm does, shining through a slit in the curtain straight into my eyes.

The first thing I realise is that I can’t lift my head, something heavy is leaning against it. The second thing I notice is the warmth of a person’s body permeating close under the same blanket. Through my groggy eyes, I can see a hand in my own, our fingers lightly tangled together, my small ones in between long, slender ones. Pretty nails, I think. It takes awhile for it to register before my eyes shoot open, staring at the man in my bed, fast asleep.

My sudden movement had Hoseok’s head to fall forward in the absence of mine propping him up. He wakes up, slowly stretching and looking around through slit eyes. He sits up, hair sticking up in all directions, hunching in bed as his brain powers up. He rubs his eyes and looks around the room.

“I think you overslept,” I say and I see Hoseok visibly jump, turning around, wide-eyed. He scrambles to look around, patting the bed like he’s looking for something. Assuming he’s trying to locate his phone for the time, I pick up mine and hold it up to him. “It’s 9.30 in the morning. I’m so sorry, I should have set an alarm for you, too.”

Hoseok is still dumbfounded, gawking at me then to the phone before whipping his head around towards the windows where the sun is blazing through the curtains. He mumbles something I can’t catch and I lean forward. “What?”

Again, he leaps backward, jumping from the bed and standing in the middle of the room, staring at me like I got a bug on my face. He must be panicking about missing his work and the more he stared the more guilty I felt. “Maybe you can just call in sick? Let the others know that you’ll stay home today? I can call them for you if it makes it better.”

The cat hops onto the bed, purring. He stretches his front legs before sitting down and turning towards where Hoseok is standing, looking like he might get a panic attack. I’m growing worried. “Hoseok, are you okay?”

Slowly and shakily, he lifts up a finger to point at me. He looks like someone who’s seen a ghost. “Y-you…” he gulps hard and my brain is reeling through hundreds of worst case scenarios at what he’s about to say. He tries again. “You…can see me?!”

That’s when the cat lets out a loud, rumbly meow, a clear answer to Hoseok’s ridiculous question.

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febuwhump 2024: day 22. "you weren't meant to be here" + @femslash-february bingo 2024 (dark edition): betrayal

series: untiles / rating: teen and up audiences

trigger/content warning: minor character death, implied past child abuse.

Suffice to say, I do not like being hundreds of kilometers away from solid ground. As safe as the station is, arguably safer than the ground, it’ll never be somewhere I want to be. But if Segal told to be here, I’ll be here, loosing my job is even more unpleasant than spending time on floating in a metal box in space.

At least, Fessender is here (she gets way too annoying if I date call her by her first name in any minimally professional setting). Which means that she’ll distract me by making me feel stupid with her endless rambling about whatever side project she’s working on.

“Davidson!” I hoped he wouldn’t be on her lab, Diana – I refuse to mentally refer to her as “Fessender” all the time – blinks at me like she didn’t expect me to be here. “Finally, took you long enough.”

“Well, sir, I can’t take a cab here,” he rolls his eyes, aware that I did take the first ship after he ordered me to come up here. “Why am I needed here?”

“Remember agent Doyle?” I nod. “She’s giving a presentation,” he points at Diana. “She’s going to need help with whatever they’re showing.”

“I mentioned a foot soldier,” she’s frowning at him, she sounds so soft and gentle that it’s almost easy to not notice that she’s upset.

“Pretty sure Davidson is more than capable to do whatever you need.”

She nods: “I understand.”

“Good!” He beans, I’m not sure how I got myself a ray of sunshine as my boss. He nods at her, that’s when he’d grab your shoulder and give you a nice and friendly squeeze. She froze the one time he did it, so he never tried again. “I’ll be going now, she can explain whatever’s going on.”

Even with how he doesn’t step too closer to her personal space, Diana only relaxes when he’s out of the room. We don’t talk about it, we don’t need to talk about it, I’ve met her parents.

“So…”

“You weren’t meant to be here.”

“And I thought you liked me,” I fall on the chair I always use, she’s still frowning, Cute. “What Doyle and You are doing?”

“Weapon’s presentation.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Not be there. It’s a weapon for footsoldiers.”

“That doesn’t make much sense, babe.”

“Don’t- you’re not supposed to use pet names here.”

“And?” She gestures between us. “You know you’re supposed to stay quiet about it.”

“I know, I know, sorry. But really, can’t I help?”

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” She sighs, defeated, and takes all my will power to not lean over the desk and kiss her all over her stupid cute face. “Go mingle around, I’ll check over the project with Doyle.”

“I know you, it’s already safe.”

“Yeah, I’d like to be double sure.”

That’s her way to all but kick me off her lab, she’s to nice to actually kick me out.

So I do go and mingle. As much as I might dislike staying up here, the regular agents are quite the pleasant people to be around. Half of them think Diana is the best person around, which makes them quite the approved people by me.

After a few hours of roaming the stupidly large space station, making small talk, one of the newer agents finds me and takes me to Diana’s lab.

Part of me really, really doesn’t like the way Doyle stands closer than every other person – except me. The rest of me isn’t pathetic and jealous and does like that she’s comfortable around someone else. Doyle’s sitting on the chair, reading something on the monitor in front of her, as Diana’s leaning over her shoulder and, I assume, commenting on what Doyle’s reading.

That’s her mentor, don’t be jealous. I clear my throat, Diana doesn’t jerk away like she probably would if there was something else going on in. Doyle looks up, acknowledges me and is back to what she has been reading.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Diana’s the normal amount of nervous she gets before any event where she has to interact with more than two people at once. She looks like she needs a hug – ok, she always looks like she needs a hug.

“What do you need me to do?”

“You’ll destroy a couple of dummies,” she nudges Doyle. “We’ll be late.” The agent nods and gets up. “Follow me.”

We do.

The room is packed with agents, from foot soldiers to high ranking agent, including Segal. He likes to sit among the other officials despite being the director. It’s an arena, it feels almost suffocating to be in the middle of it, dummies around me and Diana fussing over me and the weapon. It doesn’t look any different from regular shotguns, it’s incredibly heavier, like the other laser and light-based ones she designed before. That’s why they’re for guards that stay on one spot, snipers and such. More fitting me than foot soldiers.

The clock turns three in the afternoon, the arena’s light turn off.

What the fu- I hold the gun tighter, even if I’m not sure of its destruction power. The lights come back, dim and weak. Then there’s smoke. So. Much. Smoke. Thick, a sickening shade of green, smells foul, almost like rotting corpses. It seems to come from the ventilation system.

“Put the gun down,” the cold barrel of one presses against the back of my neck, Doyle’s voice is muffled. I obey on instinct.

People are coughing, it sounds wet and sick. Most of the smoke hover on the seats, the panicked agents are just shapes amidst the poisonous fog.

“What have you- what are you doing?” It’s hard to ask before I’m coughing. “Agent-”

“My job,” she grabs my shoulder to make me turn, the pain fills my chest and down my torso like liquid fire. She’s wearing a mask, I’ve seen Diana with one of those. Diana-

“What?”

“My job. The oh so called terrorists you’ve been fighting against,” her eyes are bright, I can almost see the twisted smirk on her. “The people that take in the agents harmed by your righteous agency. We’re weapons without a handler, you can say.”

There’s blood on my mouth: “I-” my knees hurt when they hit the metal floor.

“You weren’t meant to be here,” that’s not Doyle, I’m distracted by the pain just enough to not feel a second person approaching until the mask’ s pressed against my face. I grab the arm holding it in a desperate attempt to make it not go away. “I asked for a foot soldier.”

“Don’t whine, you did have an extra mask.”

Doyle’s the least important person on the room when Diana’s pressing the mask against my face, one on hers and her eyes shines in a shade of blue that looks haunting. Her other hand’s adjusting it on the back of my head.

“Diana…”

“I’m sorry,” all I can do is stare at her.

She looks apologetic, genuine, but also.. wrong.

“What have you done?”

“My job.”

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 13:

“I still think you should have won,” Scarlett insisted as we were on FaceTime. “I told you it’s okay, besides, we both know I wasn’t gonna win. When the time's right I will,” I said as I was making myself a quick snack between my takes.

“Anyways, how’s filming going today?” She asked while sitting down on her couch. “It’s been great so far, I’ll have a couple more scenes later, but nothing too serious. But tomorrow is gonna be busy. I’m pretty much booked all day,” I shared my schedule. “At least you finish sooner with the whole production.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I smirked at her. “Well yeah, but you do your thing, but you know quickly so you can get back,” she said with a little shyness in her voice but it was so cute. “I’m trying, believe me. Have you told anybody yet by the way?” I asked nervously, not that I don’t want her to tell her friends or family. “Well I told my mom that I’m dating someone, but nothing more,” Scarlett smiled, her cheeks rounding up as always. “Have you?” She asked and I just quietly scratched the back of my neck and didn’t look at my phone. “Y/n?” When I finally looked at her she had a knowing smirk on her face and an eyebrow raised.

“Okay, I have something to confess. Nothing bad, don’t worry,” I said. “Mhmm…” “So when I went over to yours at night, you know and my dad just arrived that day. He just asked so many questions and I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I just basically told him everything, but made him swear that he doesn’t talk about it. Obviously, he doesn’t know that we’re officially now, but he knows about you,” I rambled and Scarlett just chuckled softly. “Why are you so jumpy about this? Calm down, it’s totally fine. But I really think we should tell Evans together, so he won’t get grumpy at either of us.” “Yeah, he would make such a big deal out of it. But Scar?” She looked up from whatever she was doing. “Can we wait for a bit before telling anyone? I just want a little more time for just us without the questions and all,” I shared my idea hoping she agrees and I believe she will. “Of course, that would be nice. Whenever you’re ready, okay?” “Thank you.”

***

It was early in the morning when I was already in the makeup chair getting ready. Gossiping with Sarah the makeup artist and Penelope who was my hairdresser for this film. In time my assistant arrived too, I told her she could come a little later since it was just makeup and hair.

We had a quick call with all the Production Companies who will be involved with Jojo Rabbit then I had a quick schedule check with Taika.

After I got dressed too I made my way to the set. Texting Scarlett on the way, that I will probably be busy so she doesn't have to worry if I don’t answer her.

***

Filming nonstop from 7 am to 2 pm was very exhausting. I was hungry, done with the standing around and I had a headache. But I did my best to get through the day as productively as possible.

“Y/n you have a quick interview before you go to lunch,” said my publicist, and with a nod, I followed her to a quieter part of the set.

A couple of people were there only, they had a camera and a couple more audio essentials.

“Hello everyone,” I made myself visible with the greeting and all of them looked my way. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Derek Toone, I’ll be interviewing you today,” A tall guy held his hand out to me and I shook it. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” “Right, we’ll give you a mic and I’ll be off camera and it’ll be a couple of questions which we already ran with your publicist and then a quick game and you’re free to go,” he said. This will be longer than I thought. “Sure, let’s do it,” I still gave him a smile and sat in the chair that was in front of the camera.

We talked about the movie, of course, I shared a couple of things about how I got the script and how I became connected with the story. Then we got to some other questions.

“And of course, you are a very busy woman, you have four projects for this year, am I right?” He asked. “Yes, I’m working for most of the year.” “And how do you make time for your personal life? It must be hard to fit into this busy schedule.” Okay, here we go. “I always make time for my family and friends, even if it’s just for a weekend. It’s important to have my people with me, if I didn’t I would be just a machine that works all the time.” “And is there anyone special in your life who you make extra time for?” Taking a subtle deep breath I smiled politely. “You know it’s hard to go on dates these days, I don’t really have time to meet people,” I said. The typical and boring answer that everyone uses when they get asked about their dating life.

After I finally had my lunch and a 10-minute nap, I went back to set and worked till 9 pm.

***

Days have been passing quickly as a week's worth of days flowed into one day. I was definitely tired but I had fun so far and I love working on the movie.

I had three weeks left of filming and Scarlett was gonna come for a week then we’ll leave together for Prague.

I asked for fewer hours for this week and I am supposed to work through the whole of those two weeks in the end.

I don’t mind, to be honest, it’s a great deal for me. Even though it’s gonna be a tough two weeks, I get to spend one with Scarlett.

***

“How’s everything with Léa?” Asked Chris as we were speaking on the phone while I was waiting for Scarlett at the airport. “Good, everything’s good. We’re good,” I could hear him smile. What a sump. Okay, I’m wrong to talk.

“How are things going with Scarlett? Haven’t heard from the two of you anything,” he asked and I already started sweating. “We’re talking, not rushing anything you know…” I said hoping he will accept this and won’t ask anything else. “That’s it? Nothing exciting?” “Nope.” As soon as I saw Scarlett trying to get closer to the car without anyone noticing, I tried to hang up the phone. “I have to go Chris. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” “Sure, bye.” “Bye.”

I unlocked the car and Scarlett quickly slipped her suitcase into the backseat and then jumped into the car herself. “Hi, sorry I didn’t get out,” I looked at the woman and she got rid of her sunglasses in no time. “That’s okay,” she smiled softly and her arms were quick to pull me in a hug. Her chin resting on my shoulder and mine in hers. “I missed you,” her subtle kiss on my neck sent shivers down my body and up my neck. “I missed you too,” I brushed my fingers over her arms then pulled away with an apologetic smile. “Should we get to the hotel? We can order room service and stay in for the rest of the day,” I offered and Scar nodded with a heartwarming smile. “I just want to be with you.”

***

As we got to the hotel, we maintained a low-key profile trying to avoid everyone. Keeping things private is one of our highest priorities and we take it seriously.

We got to the room in no time and Scarlett was quick to lie down on the bed. Getting rid of my hoodie, I stood between her legs.

“Here’s a room key for you, just in case I’m not here. I’m mostly off this week but I need to go in a couple of times,” I explained and with no answer, Scarlett took my hands and pulled me down on the bed. “Oh shit,” I murmured as I basically fell on her.

Our faces got really close really quickly and not gonna lie I blushed like a teenager. Her green eyes were just filled with sparkles and her cheeks rounded as usual when she smiled.

“Hi,” I whisper on her lips. “Hi. You come here often?” She asked and it was hard not to laugh. “Hmm… Now that you mention it, it’s a familiar setting,” I said and we started laughing just in a second. I hid my face in the crook of her neck while Scarlett hugged me close, her arms never leaving my body.

“I can’t wait to spend the whole week with you. It’s like a secret min-vacation,” I lifted my head and looked for eyes. “It is. For us only and believe me, one day we’ll wish we had more weeks like this.” One day… we’ll reach one day and I can’t wait for those days, even if we’re gonna wish we had weeks like this.

“I know and I wanna cherish every minute of it,” I said and gave a kiss on her lips. She kept me there for a while and we didn’t let go of each other until the night when we got tired. For the remainder of the day we ordered room service and watched a movie before the both of us fell asleep.

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