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Hello, I love everything you wrote. :) Can I request a hq captains being asked by their wife to not look while getting change. I saw a tiktok about it and I found it cute, thank youuu.<3

hi! Thank you very much for loving my work! I genuinely appreciate it! I really liked this concept, but I'm not sure whether what I accomplished was to your liking,let me know if so! Thank you very much! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

(I loved the idea, so as soon as I saw yours in my requests, I began working on it! I basically abandoned what I was writing at the time lol. My personal fave was Terushima's part ♡ cryin' coz i want them so bad )

HQ CAPTAINS : being asked by their wife not to peek when changing ♡

(REQ !)

(post-time skip , aged up characters)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) (I did not proofread this)

warning: mentions of masochism , contains numerous of cuss/inappropriate words , could be suggestive

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴋɪᴛᴀ, ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, & ᴛᴇʀᴜꜱʜɪᴍᴀ

Due to his professional athlete schedule, your husband regularly arrives home at a late hour. Nevertheless, this time you were the one who arrived home later than usual, and he kissed you right away.

"I missed you baby"

"Oh I missed you more, I need to change my clothes. Love, prepare dinner for us." you replied

He hurriedly went to the kitchen and got some eggs, then thought to himself, "If I fry them now, they'll be done fast." When he looked at his dish waiting to get done - he immediately rushed to your bedroom to kiss and hug you. He missed you so much!

You yelled as you heard his staggering footsteps.

"Bokuto Kōtarō I'm changing my clothes, you better not look!"

"'m not looking! i don't plan to!" he answered

You continued taking off your clothes until you reached your husband's huge shirt, that you were ready to put on when you felt large hands snatching it.

"Honey not that! I'm gonna wear that tomorrow!"

"Didn't i told you not to look?" you questioned him

"B-but"

You ignored him when you smelled a burnt food.

"What's that smell?"

"Shoot! the eggs!"

Your husband rushed to the kitchen and began shouting.

"Hun, you can wear my shirt I don't mind!"

Before yelling back, you rolled your eyes and wore his shirt.

"Don't worry, I don't mind eating perfectly cooked eggs," you said emphasizing the term "perfectly" because you know he botched up cooking again.

"Perfectly toasted hell yeah!"

Your exhausted husband is lying down on your king-sized bed, eyes closed, resting after a long day.

"Dear?" you called for him

He replied with a low accented 'I'm here,' and you found him on your bed.

"Are you not going to eat?" your sweet voice sounded like heaven to his ears, and he nodded.

"Just after game, we had dinner. Have you eaten yet?"

"I did," you lied, you're actually waiting for him. But since you're not hungry, you opted to just claim you did eat.

He opened his eyes and gave you a little smile that made you smile back, and you sighed and stood up, remembering all of the chores you still had to do.

"Just rest, 'toshi. i know you're tired.."

You planted a delicate kiss on his forehead, and he reached for your face, demanding another kiss immediately then.

You smiled as you walked to your closet to change into your nightgown. Forget the housework, you need to be in your husband's arms.

"Always so stunning my dearest.."

You stopped taking off your clothing as you stared at your husband, who was laying comfortably on the bed.

"H-hey, don't look!" you managed to say in hushed tones.

He chuckled and sat up gently, reaching for your clothing on the floor and folded them.

"How can you even look majestic with or without clothes-"

You didn't have the strength to listen to what he was saying any longer, so you aggressively covered your ears.

He smiled, his fatigue dissipating. You were always his safe haven, his anchor, and his soul mate.

"I apologize for peeping," he added quietly.

You nodded, still embarrassed about what had happened.

"I love you"

Tetsurō always treats you well. He'll always ensure that he brings you presents when he gets back home. Regardless of the fact that you have already told him that he is wasting money, he will continue to give you gifts.

"You're squandering a lot of money, Tetsu."

"So? I earned em anyways."

"You really need a finance manager, should I hire one to assist you hmm?" you suggest sweetly.

"Yeah sure, whatever comes into that lovely head of yours," he yielded, kissing your cheek, then your lips tenderly.

He planted butterfly kisses on your neck as his greed grew before tenderly caressing your beautiful face, which he believes was beautifully sculpted by the Gods.

"Now put on what I gave you, wear em for me."

There's no way you could say no when he's cheekily leaning toward you. You felt a warm spell hitting your face. You've been married to him for over two years, but it appears that your eight-year relationship hasn't quite prepared you for his seduction.

"W-will do, don't you dare look!"

Taking the paper bags, you quickly made your way outside to get dressed.

It hasn't even been a minute before you heard your walk-in closet door slam shut.

"Hey, I said don't look!" you shouted

"Babe, I bought those to see you wear them."

"Yeah, and I came here to take off my clothes and wear what you purchased so you could see them, so go out now and wait for me to finish," you said, covering your exposed body.

"I want to see you wear them because I get to see you naked," he stated coolly.

You furrowed your brows and gave him a death gaze.

"What? I've seen it all— Hey, babe, why did you turn out the lights?!?"

Tōru isn't shameless about peeking when you're changing, he even stops whatever he's doing just to look at you when you're changing. You scolded him about this countless times but his reply was always the same

"I'm your husband! I saw everything under those damned-not-so-gorgeous clothes!" he snaps back at you.

You raised a brow and he rolled his eyes — what the actual fuck?!

"Look at your attitude Oikawa?! What a child! You are just too immature for your own good!"

He rolled on the bed before making this disgusting expression at you to annoy you even more.

"What do you mean by Oikawa?! There are two of them here!"

You're doing your best not to throw some of his clothes on his beautiful — but bothersome face right now, and his replies aren't making it any easier.

"Then I am talking about the pervert one"

"Oh so you're talking about yourself?" he scowled

He's going to say something stupid again when a large amount of his clothes flies over his face.

"Get out of here Oikawa Tōru! I can't keep up with your childishness" you growled

He immediately rushed to you and apologized, kissed, and hugged you. That made your butterflies in your stomach go wild, but you're outraged right now, and he's not getting away with it.

"Can you not throw me out, beautiful? please, i won't peek again.." he kissed you again

No that's not gonna work, of course not!

"Wel..uh - maybe.. you can.. just sleep on the couch"

Your husband grinned, and of course, he peeked again after a few days.

Shinsuke isn't the type to purposely look when you're changing, or so you thought..

"Shinnnn don't look, i'm changing!"

You hid your face behind your hands, embarrassed that you couldn't face him.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful my love.."

That made you blush so much that you forgot about him looking at you while you were changing. Shinsuke Kita's every word has always been about you, admiring and appreciating his wife.

"I'm sorry for staring, but I just.. can't believe that you think you're not 'beautiful enough' when you make me question every day how I ever managed to deserve you."

His words caused your heart to race at a rate only your husband can.

"I love you.." you whispered

"And I love you more"

"Move, I'm gonna change my clothes. And don't loook"

Still staring at you, he lifted his brow. Daichi is the ideal combination of a playful and sensible husband.

He knows when he can continue to be playful, and he's a real tease. He also knows when he's about to cross the line, and he's aware right now that you don't literally mean what you said. Maybe you do, but he thinks your relationship has already beyond the 'don't look because I'm changing and you can't see my body' stage because you're literally his wonderful wife, plus you were his fiancée for a year and his girlfriend for 7 years.

"Seriously, I need you to turn around because I'm going to change," you stated coldly.

He immediately turned his back on you. He realized you were serious this time, anxiously clasping his hands together, and he's now questioning his actions a while ago.

"You can now look"

"Alright, Uh, Umm - Earlier I.."

he stutters so you cocked your head and gave him a questioning look

"Sorry"

"Mmkay, kiss me love.." you stated enticingly

He smirked and walked right up to you.

You were just changing in the comfort room when Yūji's abrupt knocking interrupted you. telling you how badly he needs to pee.

you opened the door and asked him not to look since you were changing.

you were about to finish until you heard him whistling.

"What the fuck?! I told you not to look!" you smacked his arm.

He washed his hands after fixing his boxers and gently shook your shoulders.

"Dang you're a real damn hot stuff, can't believe i wifed you up"

You smacked his ass, and he groaned in response.

"Hell baby, stop, do you even have a smacking kink-"

He caught your fist when you punched his arm, kissing it afterward.

"Wifey you're into masochism huh?"

That was your final straw, you threw some frantic punches at him, which he easily avoided while cackling.

"Jackass, you need to work on your personality!"

He simply gave you a lovely grin and kissed your shoulders before fixing the strap of your garment and kissing you again.

"Such a simp.." you whispered, easily melted by his actions

"Very much"

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR THE LAST FOUR DAYS, I AM CURRENTLY WRITING 5 DRAFTS LMAOOOOO. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING MY BLOG/PAGE! I'M PREPARING SOMETHING FOR YOU GUYS! •ᴗ•♡

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 13]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol, Attempted Kidnapping, CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 8.8K

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Notes: IT'S FINALLY DONEEEE this is crazy how many chapters have I updated this year? LMFAO Not fully proofread by my awakened mind yet but I did run it through grammarly lol I'll give it a proper look later

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2012

Things were different. Lonelier. And maybe a bit sadder. You stood in front of the room that now loomed over you, and you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. You opened it, the door slamming against the wall with a loud bang, and you waited, you waited for the usual ‘Get out of my room!’ But none came. And there hasn’t been one for months now. You walked inside, still a mess and untouched as it was the night before he left, and you sat in the middle of it, hugging your legs close to your chest.

“There’s another party downstairs,” you said out loud. “I was thinking I should go for a walk, should I?” You wondered aloud. No answer. No 'Wait for me,' no 'ask Dick to go with you.' Just silence. You just wanted a quiet place to escape the noise, what with the gala going on downstairs and your father acting in front of the masses, you just didn’t feel up to it. Besides, Dick wasn’t even there to keep you company this time. You sat in the silence for a while, looking around the room as if he was hiding somewhere and was about to jump out to scare you. But no surprises came. Instead, you got up, took one of the dusty books from the shelf, and left the room.

“Oh, hey!” A younger boy stood in front of you, he looked vaguely familiar. “Could I ask you a quick question?”

“Yeah, the party’s just downstairs, walk down the corridor and you’ll hit the ballroom eventually,” you answered.

“No, it’s something else,” he shakes his head.

“Ah, the bathroom is also downstairs right next to the ballroom,” you cut him off and turned to walk into your room.

“(Y/N) Wayne. I know who your father is, we need to talk.” That got your attention. You stopped with your hand on the doorknob and sighed.

“Right, he’s a businessman, nothing else,” you nodded. But the boy’s face remained grim. “Let’s go somewhere private,” you nudged your head further down the hall and he followed. Once you were both situated in a secluded part of the mansion, he spoke up.

“I’m Tim Drake,” he introduces himself. You shook his hand. Tim Drake, a couple years your junior, you've seen him around in your family's galas before but you've never really talked to him, you were always more preoccupied with your brothers or too busy taking pictures to go up to the boy who tended to stay on the sidelines more.

“I know.” Now you remembered him, he’d gone to a few of your father’s galas before.

“Oh, cool, I was worried for a second, we didn’t usually talk much,” he says, “you were always with two older guys.”

“My brothers.”

“I know that,” Tim shrugs. “I tracked you down because I had a favor to ask you,” he says.

“Sure,” you agreed only as a formality. The Waynes and the Drakes were somewhat of friends. Tim glanced around.

“Batman needs a Robin,” he says quietly. You wondered how he figured it out. There was no point in hiding anything either, he must have been really smart to have figured out your identities, even people who worked right next to your dad couldn’t have deduced it. “Don’t try to deny it, I have pictures,” he says. You shook your head.

“If you’re asking me then that means that Dick said no, huh?”

“Right away,” Tim mutters.

“I can’t give you an answer,” you told him. But Tim’s eyes seemed to shine, as if he’d found a treasure he’d been looking for. Why he was so desperate, you didn’t know. “Well, either way, you figured them out, I’m sure you can think of something too just in case,” you replied bluntly.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he says. “Even just thinking about it is enough.”

“Why do you feel like you should do this, though?” You asked him.

“I…” Tim hesitated. “I’m sure you know as well as I do the kind of rampage Batman has been on in the city.” You were. Recently, you were certain, that your father and the one behind the mask are two different people now.

“And you think having a Robin would help him?” You muttered.

“Yes, I do, and who better than his own daughter?” He asks. You looked away and toward your clasped hands.

“You may be asking the wrong person, Tim, I have no qualifications to be a Robin,” you say.

“Better you than none,” Tim insists.

“I could never do what they did,” you shut your eyes. “The Batman... he scares me,” you mumbled, clutching onto the book in your arms a little tighter now.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says. You held your hand up to stop him.

“I’m sorry too, Tim, this isn’t a good time,” you shook your head, stood up, and you left. You admired Tim’s good intentions, truly, but they paled in comparison to the thoughts that ran rampant in your mind right now. You just lost a brother. Your father didn’t want to listen to you. Your other brother was nowhere to be found, and that left you to mull all this over.

You felt lost.

Lost in your thoughts, and all alone. This was the first time, the first in a long time, where you once again felt alienated in this manor. Not a vigilante and barely a Wayne, was donning the Robin mantle what you needed to do to be seen again?

You didn’t know.

2022

The three brothers climbed onto the train after Damian pulled an insignia out of his pocket.

“The Captain sends her regards,” Damian says to the guards. They salute and march away after leading them to a private cabin, one that Damian shut and locked as soon as the other two were situated.

“Alright, Damian, you first,” Tim invites him. Damian nods.

“After that man teleported me here, I woke up on a battlefield, it was… very different than the ones we’ve seen before,” he says. “Everything in this world is different from ours, laws, people, everything,” he says. “I don’t even know where to start for you two. I’ve been here for almost two months now and I’m still learning things.”

“Two months?!” Tim shouts. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah?”

“Damian, you went missing two weeks ago,” Jason corrects.

“Weeks? No, no, I’ve been here for a while now,” Damian shakes his head. Tim pulls out the remains of the watch. “Where did you get that?”

“(Y/N) left it behind before she left,” Tim mumbles.

“This is it. This is the watch that the stranger had too,” Damian takes the watch and opens it.

“So this is the culprit then,” Tim looks down at it. “Maybe we could reverse it somehow to get home.”

“Not in this state, it won’t,” Damian shuts the watch in his hands and places it in his pocket. “I’ve been trying to do my own investigation, but without the watch and with the constant surveillance I’ve been drawing blanks.”

“Superveillance?” Tim, always the skeptic.

“To avoid any unnecessary complications, I had to hide in plain sight, but that greatly restricted my movements,” Damian grumbles. “Now you two, how did you figure it out?”

“We were tugging it around, and somehow it activated the mechanism inside of it,” Tim explains.

“Before I was transported, the man swang it back and forth, maybe moving the watch is key to activating it,” Damian hypothesizes.

“Movement of some kind, but it has to be precise, otherwise you’d be teleporting everywhere with every step,” Tim swings the pendulum of a clock, but in its sorry state nothing happens.

“Well, either way, we’re not going to figure out shit with it like this,” Jason shakes his head. “I say we find (Y/N) then we figure out how to fix the thing.”

“That’s a good start,” Tim agrees.

“Luckily, I know where she is,” Damian cuts in, “we’ve been sticking close to each other since I landed here.”

“That’s good! She’s alright, then? Safe?” Tim worries. Damian hid the smile behind his hand.

“Good, great even, and most of all safe,” he answers. The train halts and Damian stands up first. “But, since I have you both here, we’re going to have to figure out a way to have both of you go under the radar too. So I’ll share the story we've been using.” Tim and Jason shared wary glances.

“Okay.”

“Sure.”

“We’re from the mountains—”

“Fuck, couldn’t you have come up with something more believable?” Jason groans.

“Trust me, it’s worked so far, it explains our general lack of knowledge on how everything in this universe works as for the lack of ID,” he starts, “so, we’re from a mountain village. Recently, due to impoverished conditions, our parents sent all of us down to start working and to send money home. It works with (Y/N) in her position, it works with me being inducted late, and we’ll find a way to make it work with you two.”

“Sure, alright, I’ll play along if it means we can get home easier,” Tim says.

“Home… yeah,” Damian nods, but Jason is quick to catch his unease. He chose not to bring it up, though.

“Fine, yeah, I’ll be a farmer, or whatever,” Jason leans back against the seat.

“This world, though, you mentioned different laws. Hell, Jason and I got arrested for taking care of things the way we usually do, how can you explain that?”

“The law enforcement in this world is basically airtight, and it’s based on an honor system,” Damian explains, “At any moment, someone can be removed and replaced in the Knighthood under two circumstances: reasonable petition or honorable combat. Reasonable petition is when enough people with viable grievances petition for a member to be removed. Honorable combat is when someone challenges a Knight for their position. Because of this system, a natural respect is garnered by the people, and as a result of that there’s hardly any petty crime. As for the larger crimes, those are dealt with quickly, there’s far worse problems to deal with in this world than crime,” Damian says.

“And the law?” Jason probes.

“No unreasonable violence without just cause and material evidence,” Damian says. “That’s the best way to put why you two were arrested. The victim ran away so you didn’t have their testimony, the criminal was knocked out cold so he couldn’t say anything anyway, and two people without IDs were spotted at the scene. Not a good look, right?”

“Fair enough,” Tim brushes his shoulder.

“It’s a good thing you two are in civilian attire, makes it easier for you to blend in,” Damian says.

“Yeah… speaking of, where’s your uniform? What’s with the get up?” Jason asks.

“It’s at the apartment right now, we had to keep it hidden. To be able to integrate quickly I joined the Knighthood alongside a new regiment, I lucked out in the timing, but because of that I have a strict regimen to stick to, it’s been hard to investigate, but now that I have you both here we should be able to delegate.” The train slows to a stop and the cabin door opens automatically. Damian held a finger to his lips to signal that the conversation was over and the older two nodded. Damian leads them out of the train and the trio steps into a high-ceiling station. “We’re in the citadel now, the Knightsguard is the primary form of law enforcement here,” Damian says just loud enough for them to hear.

“This looks right out of a fantasy book,” Tim looks around.

“Uh… yeah,” Jason watches people interacting with holograms and other tech he couldn’t have even imagined. “So, where’s (Y/N)?” He asks.

“I’m taking you to her, obviously,” Damian grimaces. “But she’s busy right now, we’ll have to wait, but you’ll be able to see her,” Damian leads them down a series of corridors. “I need you both to remain calm while we’re here, though, remember we have to fly under the radar if we’re all going to go home, that means we have to play by their rules,” Damian says.

“Yeah, I can be calm,” Jason huffs. Tim and Damian deadpan toward him. “What? I can!”

“Says the man who decked someone first thing,” Damian chuckles.

“How’d you even know that was us anyway?!” Jason gasps.

“Two men in their twenties, one used excessive force on a civilian and the other screamed in frustration when it happened, then they argued with each other right after,” Damian recites. “I didn’t even have to listen to your names to know it was you two,” his mouth falls into a flat line.

“That could’ve been anyone, though,” Tim says.

“Sure, in any other earth where law-breaking was common, like ours. I already explained to you that things are different here. Not to mention, those other worse things to worry about,” Damian led the two into an arena-like room.

“Dami! Over here!” A voice yells out.

“Ooh, Dami, huh?” Jason nudges him and Damian rolls his eyes.

“Don’t embarrass me,” he glowers.

“It’s kinda in the job description,” Jason snarks and Damian frowns.

“You two are so similar,” he mumbles under his breath. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he responds to Retta regardless and the three approach them.

“Whoa, who are these?” Lowen asks.

“These are my brothers, Tim and Jason,” Damian introduces them. “They are also from our backwater mountain village,” Damian glares at Hugo.

“Whoa…” Hugo was stuck in admiration, though.

“You two, the group here are my friends, don’t be weird. The one eating a sandwich is Niers, the one who called us over is Retta, the girl playing with those rocks is Luciana, the one reading over there is Lowen, and the one making googly eyes toward Jason is Hugo,” Damian runs through the list and the group exchanges awkward hellos.

“Well, you’re all just in time! The Brigade’s about to start their sparring matches,” Retta points toward the ring in the middle. “Every month the Brigade checks their individual progress through these matches, randomized opponents and randomized scenarios. Though we don’t have to be here, it’s always fascinating to see how quick-witted they are. Truly they are the best of the best for a reason,” she explains.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” Jason mutters.

“Jason’s somewhat of an expert,” Tim nudges him.

“What about you?” Lowen snarks.

“He’s smart,” Damian answers for him.

“That’s… that’s it?” Lowen hums.

“Trust us, he’s the most important one,” Jason sighs.

“Oh! It’s starting!” Niers leans forward, pulling out his phone to start recording. “Looks like Officer Jones and Lieutenant Wright are first,” he says.

“Jones is the one on the left, Wright, I’m sure, looks familiar,” Damian speaks so only the two could hear him.

“Holy shit… that’s Alex,” Jason squints his eyes. “What’s he doing here?”

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” Damian leans forward. “I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“In our line of work, those don’t exist,” Tim replies.

“What’s your first impression of them? Just a curious question,” Luciana butts into their conversation, she’s looking at Jason, the so-called expert.

“Well…” Jason leans forward. “Both of them are in the military, that’s clear from their builds. Jones has a broader build, though, his shoulders are heavier but his arms are just as built, he probably uses a heavy weapon, right?”

“Right, he uses battle axes,” Luciana leans back. “And the lieutenant?”

“Hm…” Jason thought back, he’d met Alex a couple of times, that nerd. He couldn’t imagine him wielding anything as heavy as an axe, and with that more balanced build it was clear that, if anything, he would only be able to use lightweight weapons. Then again, Alex is a nerd, and if this world is straight out of a story booy then one thing could be plausible. “Magic user.”

“He is an expert!” Niers gasps.

“Just lucky guesses,” Jason hums.

“Watch the screens there,” Retta points to the monitors. “Look, you can see who’s fighting on that first one and the second one shows the random scenario.”

“Swords, wow,” Lowen closed his book and watched with an intent gaze. “Just look at the way they even hold them,” he was amazed, and rightfully so.

“So, you both have talents in martial arts?” Retta asks.

“Yeah, but I’ve never used a sword before,” Jason shrugs.

“Observe carefully,” Damian mutters. Tim and Jason catch onto his words and they turn their focus to the fight ahead of them.

2013

You walked downstairs one night, the moon was high in the sky and the stars just barely peeking out of Gotham’s smog. You had another nightmare, the same one you’ve been having for a while now. Your fear of being left alone because of the looming threat of death was one that you didn’t think would be going away any time soon. You walked into the kitchen, ready to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Tim says behind you. You gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the glass while turning around. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. There’s a mug in front of him, freshly poured and still cooling down.

“Is everything okay?” You pulled up a chair in front of him and he hesitated before answering.

“… No,” he looks into the mug in front of him. “I know I volunteered to become the next Robin but… training’s been harder than I thought it would be,” he shakes his head.

“That bad?” You rest your head on your hand. “Is Dick being too hard on you?”

“No, it’s not that, if anything Dick is the only one I’m actually learning from,” Tim shakes his head. “It’s just… it’s a lot,” he admits. You leaned forward on the table now.

“Well, for what it counts, I know next to nothing about fighting crime, so if you ever want to take a break, why not spend the day with me? I’m just a boring old civilian, but it’ll be nice to get some fresh air once in a while,” you offered.

“You’re not just a boring old civilian,” he shakes his head. “But… if you’re not doing anything tomorrow, maybe we can do something then?”

“Tomorrow?” You hummed. “Sure, let’s go do something after school,” you nodded. “I’ll tell dad so don’t worry about it, if he gets upset he’d have to go through me first,” you joked.

“Yes! I can’t wait!”

The next day, you and Tim were practically bouncing in your shoes waiting for the day to be over. Tim wondering what you had planned and you wondering how the day will go. This is the first time you’d have something of a younger sibling and you were so excited about it. You were excited to spend time with Tim the same way your older siblings spent time with you. It was a miracle that your dad agreed to let you take Tim out for the day, granted Dick did most of the talking, but you were thankful nonetheless. And, once the bell rang, it was nearly in the blink of an eye that both of you were outside.

“So, what are we doing today?” Tim asks.

“Hmm…” you pulled out two slips of paper and showed them to Tim, blank side up. “Choose one.”

“Any of them?”

“Yup, the one you choose is the one we’ll do today,” you nodded.

“Okay, well…” he looks between them both and selects the left one, “ice cream?”

“Ice cream it is,” you showed him the other paper which simply read ‘Arcade’ and you saw the way his eyes lit up, “this one is for the next time we hang out.”

“Next time?”

“Sure, even heroes need breaks,” you nudged him. “Anyway, there’s this hole-in-the-wall place I used to go to all the time, you’ll love it there, they have this cookie-butter flavor that is just so good,” you hummed.

“Cookie butter sounds good right now,” Tim follows at your heels.

“Hey, catch up! Don’t walk behind me like that,” you waited for him to join you at your side before continuing onward. “Look at those, Timmy,” you pointed into the shop window at the shoes. “I’ve been wanting that pair since forever,” you pointed at the one in the middle.

“Why don’t you just buy them then?” He asks you.

“Where’s the fun in that? My mom taught me from the get-go to earn things before getting them. Sure, her way was a bit…”

“Illegal?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you tilted your head to the side and nodded, “so I decided to combine both her and dad’s philosophies.”

“Beating people up?”

“No, no,” you shook your head quickly. “Work hard to make the prizes more worthwhile. It’s good for goal setting, and motivation, and it feels nice to finally reach a goal,” you pointed at the shoes. “I’m not going to buy those shoes until I graduate high school. No ifs, ands, or buts,” you announced. You and Tim walked into the ice cream parlor next to it and Tim slid into a booth. “How about you, Timmy? What’s your motivation?” Tim hums for a second.

“I want to do what’s right,” he says.

“You sure about that?” You asked him. He looks confused. “Think about it, Tim. I’m gonna get our ice cream.”

“But, that is my motivation.”

“That’s like premeds saying they want to save lives when asked why they wanted to go into medicine,” you explained.

“Well, you want to be a premed, why do you want to go into medicine?”

“Surgery, I want to specialize in that specifically because I like cutting things open,” you laughed and Tim’s face grew grim.

“Are you serious?!”

“Yeah, I mean, cutting things open with consent, duh, but see it’s small reasons that will help you drive your bigger one,” you say. “Anyway, what flavor do you want?”

“Chocolate, please.”

“Sounds good, think about it, Timmy, I’ll be right back.”

2022

“Talk about crowd,” Carter looks out from his spot. “When did we become zoo animals?” He nudges you.

“Who knows? It started out with the twins observing us, and now we have half the knighthood here,” you shrugged. “Poor Nix, though, he got the short end of the stick with swords.”

“He was never good at that subject,” you and Carter watched the sword slip out of Nixon’s hand and land stuck to the ground beneath. Alex, meanwhile, stops the blade right as it would’ve hit Nixon’s neck.

“Yield! I yield,” Nixon rose his hands and Alex put the sword away, offering his hand instead, which Nixon took with pride. “Good one, Lex,” he pulls Alex in and the two bump shoulders before separating. “Hey, stage’s all yours!” Nixon flags you both down.

“Yeah, yeah, take your time to walk that one off,” you fired back. Nixon rolled his eyes and followed Alex.

“Nixon, you have to pay more attention to your footing, I didn’t even have to worry about striking you since you were too busy tripping over yourself,” Alex says, “it’s amazing that you can wield an axe a foot taller than you.”

“Hey, come on, an axe is weighed totally differently than a sword,” Nixon shrugs. “Who’s up next anyway?”

“That would be us,” you raised your hand alongside Carter’s.

“Oh, now this I gotta see, you two don’t get paired up often,” Nixon grins. “My money’s on the Captain, of course,” he whispers to Alex.

“That all depends on what the random scenario is,” you shrugged. “If it’s anything other than swordsmanship or rifling, I’m screwed,” you sighed and followed Carter out, keeping your eyes glued to the screen to see the scenario. The words moved through the screen quickly in a wheel-like fashion until they settled on one phrase.

‘Hand-to-hand combat’

“Damn it all,” you cursed. Carter, meanwhile, stretched his arms across his chest. “You’re an expert at this one, Adara.”

“You would know,” he answers with a grin.

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. You grabbed the wraps from the table and secured them around your hands. “Go easy, maybe?”

“You’d hate me if I did,” Carter held his hand out and you shook it with a firm grasp.

“Good answer,” you separated and took a deep breath and, once the buzzer sounded, your first move was to block, of all things. Too preoccupied with what was going on in the stands, you were more focused on not getting knocked down.

“Hey, she kinda looks like (Y/N),” Jason whistles. Damian and Tim turn back to look at him, the latter’s jaw on the floor.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Damian clicks his tongue.

“That is (Y/N)!” Tim gestures toward you with open hands and Jason whistles louder.

“Oh!” He leans back to get a wider view. “Oh,” his voice drops alongside his jaw. He shoots up and runs down the bleachers.

“Jason! Don’t do anything dumb!” Tim makes a move to follow, but Damian pulls him down.

“Shh!”

“He’s gonna blow our cover!”

“You’re both going to blow our cover if you make a scene,” Damian hisses.

“(Y/N)!” Jason cupped his hands around his mouth and your head whipped to the side.

“Jason?!” Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Twelve o’clock!” He shouts. You duck your head in time to dodge the jab.

“Distracted, cap?” Carter pulls his fists back and you hold your arms in a defensive stance while shaking the shock from your thoughts. You knew Carter well enough to know that he wasn’t going to let you off easy, and such was true when he landed a hit clean on your jaw. You stumbled back on slightly, pushing your mandible back in place.

“Good hit.”

“Not good enough apparently.” Carter was relentless, you knew he had a natural talent at this but goddammit you were about to get schooled in front of the newbies. You blocked another hit from him and ducked under his swing. You could only dodge him for so long, you’d have to fight back eventually, but he kept all of his weak points well-guarded, moving just enough every time to block you off. It was when he knocked the wind out of you, causing you to stumble back and land against the railing, then a small ray of hope appeared.

“Hey, kid,” Jason takes your shoulders and holds you steady, “come on, shake it off. When dealing with opponents twice your size, you gotta go for the spots they won’t think twice of. Looks like this guy doesn’t skip chest day, but if you look at his proportions, your best bet is to go for the legs and then you throw punches,” he instructs. You nodded your head shakily, your pride was getting in the way of your logic right now.

“Yeah, okay, why?” Was all you were able to get out.

“I’ll be damned if my little sister loses in a hand-to-hand fight, this is my bread and butter,” he hits his chest with his fist. “Now go fuck him up!” He pushes you forward and you roll your neck, the world stabilizing around you and your breathing steadying again.

“Okay, I’m back,” you hold your hands in front of you.

“Isn’t that cheating?” He nudges his head toward Jason.

“Please, he just wanted to say ‘hello,’” you shrugged and charged again. Go for the legs, that’s right, that was always Carter’s weak point, why didn’t you think of that before? Good on Jason for noticing it as soon as he looked at him too, just goes to show you still have a lot to learn. Color Carter surprised when you roundhoused him first, knocking him onto his back and grabbing him by the collar. “Yield.”

“Nah,” he grabs your arm and sweeps you off of your feet, you were airborne for a while before you felt yourself pinned to the ground. You broke free from his grasp and rolled to the side, regaining your footing quickly to move out of the way of another swing.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Of course, Jason was always the loudest in the room. You adjusted steadied your stance and threw a jab just as you moved out of the way of Carter’s right hook.

“Who’s he, anyway?” Carter asks.

“Focus,” you duck behind him and sweep his legs again, this time Carter falls forward, but you grab the back of his shirt on time. “You always keep your back open,” you shook your head.

“Well, I usually have you to watch it,” he pushes up and pivots on his heel, once again grabbing your arm, but you took this as a chance to slam your knee into his abdomen, effectively knocking the wind out of him and pushing him to the side. You stretched your arms out again and, right as he recovered, you landed a hit clean against his jaw, knocking him onto the floor. You shook the stinging pain out of your hands while he raised his right one. “Yield,” he adjusts his jaw and you help him up.

“Goes to show I’m captain for a reason, right?” You pulled him close so you could whisper in his ear. “Why’d you let me win? I know you can pack a harder punch.”

“Half the knighthood’s watching, and that guy who said ‘hello’ is glaring daggers at me,” he nudges his head toward Jason. Jason. You let go of him and turn to your brother, nodding toward the side of the stage, and he catches your signal, going in that direction while you drop the wraps back in their place. “Where are you off to?”

“Investigation, watch over Eve’s and Alex’s spar for me,” you walked under the entrance and spotted Jason at the end. “Don’t get excited, he let me win,” you jutted your thumb behind you, but Jason still had a proud grin on his face.

“Does it matter? Look at you go, kiddo!” He clapped a hand against your back and you groaned. “Now… what the fuck was that?!” His shout was obvious and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look, Jay, a lot has changed since we last spoke, but more importantly, what the hell are you doing here? How? Are the others about to come pouring in?” You asked.

“Oh, actually, Tim’s here too.”

“Tim’s here too?!”

“Yeah, wanna say hi?”

“Jason, be serious, you shouldn’t be here, the three of you!”

“Well, duh, Tim and I came here to nab you and Damian and head back.”

“Head back? Do you even know how to head back?!”

“Sure,” Jason pulls out the wristwatch and you grab it, looking at the damaged insignia on the front. It was almost too scraped and worn through to be able to get a clear image, but the shape was a dead giveaway.

“How did you get this?”

“You left it behind?”

“Me? No, no, that’s impossible, I don’t use this model,” you said.

“Model? Wait, you have one of these?” Jason points at it in your hands.

“Yes, kind of, it’s complicated, Jay.”

“And you never came home?!” You stopped. You took a deep breath.

“… No,” you shook your head. You opened the watch. “Whatever you two did to this, it’s busted beyond repair. It can’t get you back now, and the models I use are under lock and key by the Crown,” you shut the watch with one hand and handed it back to Jason.

“And since Damian’s still here then you haven’t been able to get it, huh?”

“Without putting him at risk, no,” you crossed your arms and Jason mirrored your stance. “I’m not going back, Jay.”

“I’m not going to try to convince you,” he says while rubbing the back of his neck harshly. “Look, I know you have your reasons, and I’m not going to bang my head against a wall to understand them—”

“I thought you of all people would understand,” you interjected.

“What?”

“You didn’t come home either, did you?” You asked.

“That was different.”

“How so?” You stepped up. “We both died because of a mistake that father made and we both came back fundamentally changed from who we were before, how are we different?”

“Because you are you and I am me,” Jason points to you then to himself. “I… I can’t explain it other than that,” he shakes his head.

“Sister,” Damian approaches with Tim in tow.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” you took the watch from Jason’s hand and held it up. “Look familiar, Damian?” You held it by the chain and the younger nodded. “Shit, this just got more complicated,” you muttered. You shoved it into your pocket as soon as you heard footsteps.

“Ayo, Cap!” Nixon waves his hand. “Ayo… everyone else,” he observes the group while the rest of the Brigade follow behind him.

“Whoa, long time no see, Alex,” Jason waves.

“Hello, Jason,” Alex nods his head. “I don’t suppose daddy dearest will be next, will he?” Alex whispers toward you.

“Interesting to see a familiar face,” Tim was already making connections, you could see it in his expression.

“Shit… the Queen’s gonna kill me,” you slumped your shoulders and your eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “Would it be nepotism if I just tossed them in some honorary role?” You looked at Alex.

“Yes, very, but they’re too old to take the recruits’ test too,” Alex hums.

“It’s fine, there’s no need,” Tim cuts in. “We’ll be in and out, we’re just here to get Damian and (Y/N) and we’ll be on our way—”

“Whoa, whoa, what do you mean you’re here for the captain?” Carter subtly steps next to you now. “Sure, take the kid, we were looking for ways to send him back anyway, but you can’t take her.” He looks toward you and you sigh.

“What do you mean we can’t take her?” Tim frowns.

“Stop,” you held your hand out and the group fell into a tangible silence. “Look, we can’t have this conversation until we even find a way to send them back. We haven’t had access to our watches since we came back, and we can only use those with a direct Royal order, so until then, we’re going to have to find a way for you both to lie low, that’s why I inducted Damian into the Knighthood, it gave me a way to keep an eye on him while I researched the monster outbreaks,” you explain.

“There’s monsters here too?” Tim asks.

“Naturally,” you nodded. “Any of you have any ideas on how I handle my brothers?” You looked at your team.

“You are taking this surprisingly well,” Alex comments. You look at your watch.

“No time to freak out, I have to head down to the lab soon, there are developments with the daemon I need to check out,” you silenced your phone, “well? Anyone?”

“It’s a long shot, but…” Eve hums. “I know we have openings on our research team, we could probably fit them in there,” she says.

“I could do that,” Tim says. “Jason, though, I’m not too sure,” he looks at his brother, who crossed his arms.

“There is that way,” Alex speaks up but you shook your head.

“No way.”

“Well, it’s your best bet if you don’t want Jason around vials ten times older than he is,” Alex insists.

“What is it? I can handle it,” Jason nods.

“Mm… who would he fight though? He has to take someone’s place,” you mumbled.

“Or, if he fought someone with high authority and they were impressed with him that could work too,” Alex insists.

“Who has that authority?” You asked him.

“…” Alex didn’t answer.

“Oh,” your eyes widened slightly with the realization. “Okay, yeah,” you nodded. “Jason, repeat after me,” you looked at him and he nodded. “I, Jason Todd.”

“I, Jason Todd.”

“Challenge.”

“Challenge?”

“The Captain of the Brigade.”

“For a position on their team.”

“For a position on their… team?” Jason’s head tilts slightly.

“Sure, challenge accepted,” you took his hand and shook it.

“Wait… What?!” You pushed him toward the arena. “Hold on!”

“See you guys in a bit, I’ll explain everything after this, promise, meanwhile someone makes up an ID for him and Timmy,” you looked at your team and they nodded, heading toward the stands. “Jason, make it look realistic, yeah? Eyes everywhere.” You pushed him out of the entryway and Jason looked around the arena. He’d seen it from above, but to be in the center of it all was a whole new experience.

“Get a load of this! Someone challenged the Captain!” A voice shouted.

“Captain Wayne?! He doesn’t stand a chance!”

“Who is he anyway? Someone pull up his ID.”

“Not every day we see someone not in the Knighthood challenge, should be interesting.”

“What did you get me into?” Jason asks, looking around the now looming arena.

“Shh,” you pointed toward the screens. The phrases rolled in roulette until it settled: No scenario. “Well, that’s just luck.” Two tables rose on either side of you. “Take your pick, Jay. Whichever you choose I’ll go with too. If I’m impressed, I’ll induct you in, if not… well, we’ll deal with that after,” you shrugged and stood at the table, waiting for your opponent to make his choice. Jason, as predicted, picked up the pistols. “Don’t worry, there’s an enchantment on them, nothing here is deadly,” you told him, picking up your own pair of guns. “We’re sparring, not killing.”

“Sure, yeah,” he gives them a spin to test their weight, and, strangely enough, they felt perfect. “So what exactly are we doing?”

“Only way I can keep you two close by. Tim goes with research, you stick by me. I can’t have you running off punching people, Jay.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Not here you can’t, god, you’re worse than Damian,” you readjusted your grip around the handles. “Think of it as a spar, you’ve done plenty of those.”

“This isn’t fair, though,” Jason stood at one end of the arena. “You’ve watched me since I started, you know all my moves.”

“Not true, there was a three-year gap, right? I would hope you learned something new.”

“Oho, you really are my sister if you’re making jokes about your death,” Jason held the pistol up. “I saw that fight too, let’s get caught up,” Jason takes the first shot and you move out of the way just in time, taking your own shot in response.

2015

“So, anyway,” Tim takes a bite of his cheeseburger while you drank your soda, “Conner did some crazy shit where he ripped the robot in two, it was insane!” Tim continued to tell his story but soon he caught himself.

“It’s okay, he’s still your best friend,” you urged him to continue.

“Still, though, I mean…” Tim crosses his arms.

“At least he did it the right way, he broke up with me first,” you shrugged. “And it’s good for you too! You don’t have to hear me talking about him anymore,” you nudged him playfully and continued eating. “Anyway, you were saying?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, sis,” he shakes his head. “Plus, I’m out here with you, why would I want to talk about work?” Tim groans. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know, the usual,” you hummed. “I’ve just sent out my applications. I’m looking into some different universities,” you pulled up the list on your phone. “I’m really looking at Metropolis or Central City, they have strong STEM programs that I’m interested in,” you said.

“Oh… what about Gotham U?” Tim asks. You look up from your phone and you don’t quite think you’ve seen that expression on him before.

“Of course, that’s my safe university, I’m pretty much guaranteed acceptance with my namesake alone,” you cleared your throat. “Is… is everything okay, Timmy?” You asked him. You couldn’t beat around the bush anymore. You’d noticed Tim being a bit more… resistant to certain things going on in the house. You leaving for college being one of them, you never noticed just how close you two were until now.

“Bruce… he doesn’t need me anymore, huh?” He says quietly.

“Oh, Tim, don’t say that,” you straightened your posture and you took a deep breath.

“And you… you have an actual younger brother now,” Tim says quietly.

“Hey, come on, blood doesn’t make the bond,” you say. “Plus, no one could ever replace you,” you continued. “I mean, not just anyone memorizes 200 digits of pi for fun.”

“Come on, that’s nothing!” Tim grumbles.

“Definitely something, Tim I cry tears of joy when problems tell me to just use pi instead of 3.14,” you laughed. “But, I’m serious, Tim, if anything you’re going to get promoted,” you grinned. Tim shoots you an uneasy smile.

“Yeah, I guess, I don’t know what exactly I’m so worried about,” he says. “I mean… well, I don’t know,” he stops and decides not to pursue it any further. “But, uh, Metropolis, huh? That’s a good school!”

“I know, just a little far now that I think about it,” you muttered. “Gotham’s program isn’t so bad either, I guess,” you hummed and took a quick glance at Tim, who already seemed a little happier.

“But, (Y/N), you don’t have to go there, you looked excited talking about those other two,” Tim catches your glance. “It’s just… they’re far,” he leans back against the booth. “We can’t be with you there, you know? You’d be on your own and you’re a Wayne and…”

“Hey, I can handle myself pretty well, I think,” you insisted. “I mean, I made it this far, right?”

“Because you had us!”

“Tim,” your voice dropped and you looked both ways, ensuring that no one was listening. “I get that I’m not as… extraordinary as you all, but I’m not helpless, I can take care of myself, I’ve been taking care of myself, and I know you mean well, but Tim you’ve gotta trust me a little,” you folded your hands in front of you. “I’m not as fragile as Dick likes to make me out to be.”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant,” Tim looked away and you sighed.

“I know, I know you just want me to be safe, all of us,” you crossed your arms. “But I can’t just live in fear. One thing being in this family teaches you is how to be careful,” you looked to the side. “And another thing it teaches you is that family is what you make it,” Tim looked at you now. “Dick and I aren’t blood-related, neither was Jason, and neither are you, but still I have never looked at any of you as anything other than my brothers. The same goes for Babs, Steph, and Cass, you’re all my family regardless of anything, and I will always put you all first. But, with that said, the same goes for Damian. He’s young, alone, and probably confused, we can’t alienate him just because of his background, if anything, that’s why we should accept him more. And you, Tim, I get it, you’re different from the first two, but that doesn’t make you any less than them, hell, I bet if Jason were here right now he’d say the same.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts, Tim, I mean it, you’re amazing!”

“Maybe… maybe I’ll take a page out of your book then, (Y/N), retire early,” he says. Your shoulders slumped.

“Whatever you want, little bro. And if you do, I’ll be here to help you out. And if not, I’ll still be here.”

“Even if you’re miles away?”

“You know, there’s this wonderful invention called cell phones.”

“Stop it! You know what I mean!”

“Yes! Yeah, of course, even if I’m partying it up in Central City, if you call me I’ll come running, I know you’d do the same.”

“Well, that goes without saying,” Tim crosses his arms now.

“So… the new team, huh? I’d love to meet them.”

“Oh, you are going to love them, (Y/N)!” Tim beams.

2022

You just narrowly dodged the bullet this time, had Jason already gotten a reading on you? Impossible. You had to switch up your tactics quickly or else you’d actually lose. Think, (Y/N), what was he going to do next? Jason, as much as a wildcard he is, you could read him easily. He had these kinds of wind-ups to certain moves, you noticed. Like now, that roll of his shoulder, he’s going in for a hook so now you had to think about where he’s aiming. If he ducks low enough it’s your abdomen, if he keeps his level then it’s your shoulder. Leave it to Jason to play dirty, he picked up the pistols only for them to be a red herring, but, then again, you should’ve expected this from him as soon as he holstered the damn things.

But you knew him as well as he knew you. You play by the rules, maybe a little too much, out of the box operations were more of Carter’s forte while you and Alex tried to stick to orders more. But, come to think of it, you’d always been this way. Always doing what you’re told and never standing up until you have to. Then here’s Jason, an absolute force of nature when he’s pissed and an unstoppable machine when he’s focused.

You dodged his punch and bounced back, creating some distance before aiming the pistol and taking three shots. One on his arm, the other on his leg, and the third missed its mark when it grazed his shoulder. On each impact the bullet dissipated, hitting him with enough force to push him back but hardly enough to leave more than a bruise. You switched hands and fired another round, this time the bullet grazed his cheek and Jason couldn’t stop the proud smirk that rose on his face.

You never really got why your siblings were so crazy about sparring. Sure, you got it from a training standpoint, but their obsession with it was on a new level. It was just a pass time for them and you’d just sip on a juicebox and wait for them to finish.

But you get it now.

It’s a whole different language, one that was perfected by the Waynes. Each attack was like a part of a conversation, let’s get caught up, you get what he meant now. Even your spars with the other members of the Brigade weren’t this entertaining, and everyone in the stands agreed. Usually, you’d hear roars of shouts but this time it was silent. Everyone was watching in tense observation, trying to see if Jason had what it takes to join the Brigade and, hell, he actually might.

“Come on, Jay, you picked up those pistols, use them,” you taunted. Jason shook his head and charged again, you barely moved out of the way this time. “You’re faster.”

“I do cardio with Steph.” You ducked under his swing.

“Wider shoulders too.” He grabbed your fist before you could hit him and you shook him off before he could toss you.

“Dick would kill me if I skipped chest day.” You held the pistol up but misfired.

“Thought he was more of a glutes guy.” Jason evades your attacks easily.

“You know that’s all genetics.” He shrugs and you take this chance to shoot at his foot, causing him to lose his balance temporarily.

“True.” It didn’t last long, Jason was up on his feet in seconds and you were planning your next attack.

“I’m starting to think you just use those things as a safety blanket,” you looked at either pistol and Jason rolled his eyes.

“You know one thing about you that hasn’t changed, kiddo?”

“What?”

“You still don’t look under you.”

“What?” You looked down and your breath stopped, seeing the array of bullet shells and spikes beneath you. “Now when did you get those?”

“Had them from the beginning, you just weren’t paying attention,” he shakes his head.

“Effectively, this would be a draw,” you looked around you, one misstep would be something of an unfortunate lego brick under your shoes. “Neither of us can move forward,” you explained.

“Oh yeah? Boring,” he shakes his head.

“This match is over,” you announced, stretching out your neck and, in seconds, all the weapons disappeared as if in a simulation and the cheering was deaf to you. “I like you, you’re not Brigade material, but I’ll find a place for you,” you held your hand out and he shook it.

“Sure, I look forward to it,” he says.

“So, I have to ask, why didn’t you use them? Wanted to prove you didn’t need them?”

“You really think I would shoot you? Spar or not, I couldn’t do that,” he shakes his head. You stopped for a moment, but regained your senses before anyone could notice. “Now what?”

“I either get my ass kicked by the queen or we start your onboarding, should be quick, I’m putting you in one of the honorary squadrons,” you nodded. Jason followed you into the end of the arena. “What we talked about earlier? We discuss it to no one. Not Damian, not Tim, and no one on my team,” you said.

“What did we talk about again?” Jason caught your hint.

“Captain! Captain, we have a problem!” Marion was quick to meet you.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That beast from a few months ago, the one that attacked the new recruits! It’s back! It’s in the courtyard right now! Aldryn’s moving the royal family to a safe house as we speak.”

“Shit,” you looked at Jason, then to Marion. “Take me there,” you pulled your phone out and held it to your ear. “All members of the Brigade report to the courtyard, we have another Daemon to take care of,” you held your hand over the speaker, “Mary how many of them are there?”

“We counted one so far, but if it’s anything like before…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.

“You take the recruits and go somewhere safe, we’ll call for help if we need it.” You ran off toward the courtyard and Marion looks at Jason.

“Who are you?” She asks.

“I’m with her,” Jason jogs after you. “What the hell is a Daemon, (Y/N)?!”

“We have monsters. This is a recent one that happens to decimate towns,” you explained, “why are you following me? Go somewhere far!”

“I wouldn’t even know where to go!” Jason defends. You both stop once you reach the outdoors and Jason swallows down his words. “That… is that it?”

“Whatever it is… that is not the one that attacked the recruits before,” you looked up. It was huge, bigger than anyone you had fought before. It towered over you easily while fresh blood dripped down its maw. It spots you and its ears straighten in alert while its eyes, empty white sockets, bored their way into you. Your eyes drifted to its neck and you could just barely make out the glint of metal that was hidden in its fur. You held your phone up again. “We need it alive.”

“Roger,” Nixon answered first.

“I’ll handle crowd control,” Alex says.

“I’m on my way now,” Eve was next.

“Can you handle it until we get there?” Carter.

“Sure… maybe.” The beast growled and, maybe you were just noticing it, but with every roar or grunt the skies seemed to get darker.

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The smell of lilies

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

[Reincarnation!Au]

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim any of them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: The universe had bound your soul with Aemond Targaryen’s soul long before they actually belonged to the two of you. They had plucked two stars from the sky and decided to see if they could beat the test of time and distance as mortals. Perhaps it would've been more of a challenge if they hadn't given the two of you a distinct smell.

TW: Canon divergence(I spread out the years between Rhaenys I having Aenys I and her death, as well as I added Aemond into two other timelines. It will make sense when you're reading) mentions of forced marriage, mentions of childbirth, mentions of blood, angst, character death, (not proofread, lol)

(A/N: Welcome back to yet another angst piece. This idea has been sitting in the back of my head for a hot minute, so I decided to write it out. I found it both difficult and fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it as well! As always, I love to hear feedback or your thoughts and theories, so please feel free to express how ever you want! Enjoy!)

Word Count: 2,158

The first time you met Aemond Targaryen he was the bastard son of queen Rhaenys, not that anyone knew of that as he held only Targaryen features. You on the other hand, were simply a maid in training. His favorite maid to be specific. You had been paired to his service when you were seven and he was six, courtesy of the queen who once had your mother as a handmaiden. Aemond knew from the first moment that you spoke to him, that he would follow you anywhere.

"Where is your other eye-ow!" The septa beside you retreats her hand and gives a stern nod for you to try your introduction again, " My apologies, Hello."

Little Aemond simply cocked his head, " Mother says a sickness took my eye"

"How odd" You acknowledge.

"You're odd-"

"-Aemond!" Queen Rhaenys interrupted her son despite the fact that she was holding in her own chuckle.

" I am telling the truth, mother. She speaks casually and smells like the garden." Aemond expected you to take offense, but instead you snorted out a laugh. 'Improper' was the first word Aemond thought of, but it was quickly followed by the urge to hear you do it again.

The little prince's eyes slanted curiously as he looked back to you, " You smell like the silken flowers that match my hair. Lilac-

"Lilies," You correct, " The silk ones are lilies, they're my favorite."

"Mine too" it was then that Aemond realized that you weren't meant to be his maid, but rather much more.

In the watchful eye of others you would follow the little prince around, play with him when told to, and observe how the older maids prepared his bath. Behind closed doors, however, you were the hands that messily braided his hair, the only person who could make the usually quite prince laugh, and the warm presence that lulled him to sleep.

On the flip side of that, you were also the one who received all his emotions. The good, the unsure, and the bad. Everything Aemond Targaryen felt, you felt too. Which wasn't a bad thing...until queen Rhaenys died that is. Aemond, being only nine when his mother died, feared that the same fate would find you. In response, he did the only thing his little brain thought was smart.

"Aemond please, I do not want to leave-"

"You must." Aemond huffed, " I told you to leave, and what a I say, you must do.

" As your maid, I must....but as your friend.." Your throat tightened while trying to subdue your emotions. Your mothers voice shamed you from the afterlife for hiding your pain, but what else could you do? At ten years old you weren't sure how to explain to Aemond that your little heart housed butterflies every time he was near, or that you dreamed of being a princess at his side. Instead, you pushed that all down and stood with the bravest face you could muster.

"We are not friends", and with that, Aemond looked away from you for what he thought was the last time.

It was unfortunately not the last time. Aemond Targaryen would see you again in this lifetime. The actual last time would be years later when he was forced to his knees before his younger half brother, Maegor. His other brother, Aenys had died, and Maegor had taken you as a wife to taunt Aemond. He thought it to be a rumor until he laid eyes on you himself. Your eyes hollow, lips set in a thin line, and your stomach devastatingly swollen. The familiar scent of lilies still seeping from you in the way he remembered. Oh how Aemond wished he would've drowned in your scent rather than be where he is now, laying in the castle cells listening to you scream out during childbirth. Well, listening until your screams turned cold and ghostly that is.

The second time you met Aemond, he was still a Targaryen prince, but this time his parentage wasn't questioned. He was the second son of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower. Now as for you, you had been born the first daughter of Laena Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen. A different body than the last time, but the same soul nonetheless. You and Aemond had became fast friends during childhood, much to your father's dismay.

" I do not want you flying off unannounced anymore. You are too young an-"

" I am of one and ten!" The biscuit from your morning meal muffled the argument aimed towards your father.

" I was not finished speaking, Tala-"

" -Neither was I, Kepa" You protest once more, mocking him in high Valyrian.

Your mother, Laena, who sat behind you with her hands busy with your hair, chuckled, " She is your daughter, Daemon. There is no use in arguing with yourself."

Daemon looked to his wife with a sigh, " She is nearly at the age of maturity, Laena. Men will start to look at her differently, that Hightower half-breed will start asking me for her hand."

You smiled deviously, "I'd quite like to give him my hand"

" and to think you were my favorite-"

"Alright, you two, enough." Your mother kissed your crown as she stood, " The sun has nearly finished rising, you may go now, but be back before noon."

"Thank you, Muña!" With that, you stick your tongue out at your father and bolt from the room before he can retaliate. Not one thought occupying your mind other than seeing Aemond.

The green prince was always your favorite stop while flying in the mornings. He punctually awaited your scheduled arrivals atop a grassy knoll where the morning mist still swirled. There, the pair of you would read novels and gorge on apple cakes. Huddling close under the rising sun whilst clinging to a familiarity that neither of you understood. Embracing memories that neither of you had lived through. Most whisper of your voice would haunt Aemond's dreams, and even though you were never there to greet Aemond when he awoke, a lily scented breeze was.

You, on the other hand, refused sleep whenever you could. Taking to the skies or burrowing into a book to run from the bloody hands that dragged you into the inky depths of your mind. Unfortunately, your body could only abstain for so long and would eventually plunge you back into the crimson sea that felt so desolate and unfamiliar. A green tinged trail bathed in honey was the only thing to ever keep you from succumbing to these terrors. It's trail of white silk leading you to the only thing that could save you. Aemond.

and perhaps, the only thing that could kill you as well.

"Naejot, Vermithor, naejot! Rȳbās!" Forward, Vermithor, forward! Focus!

Tan wings shook furiously as you surged forward towards the chaos before you. Aemond and Daemon circled each other furiously. The one who held your heart and soul and the man you called father circled each other furiously. Your mothers stubborn blood ran thick through you as Valyrian commands flew from your lips. One way or another this battle would end by your hand, or perhaps your life.

Truth be told, the people will never know if it was Vermithor's interference or your death that ended the battle. Mainly because they never saw it, no one did, except Aemond. His eyes saw it all. The part where Vermithor attempted to knock apart both dragons and Vhagar retaliating with teeth and fire would be but a blur in his mind, but the image of you injured and falling from your dragon would stay with him for life. Well, for the few minutes of life he had left anyways. Daemon would soon after drive Aemond from Vhagar with dark sister, letting the one-eyed prince free fall after you. The ocean encasing both your bodies as time did your souls.

The third and final time that Aemond Targaryen graced your life was during the uprising of his twin sister, Daenerys. He of course had been born a Targaryen again, like before. That's the funny thing about the two of you. Aemond always appeared with the same face and same name, all whilst you changed.

However, if the universe thought changing your appearance would keep Aemond from you, then it was sorely mistaken. The moment you stepped foot up beside Jon snow on the remnants of Dragonstone, Aemond could feel his soul lighten. His sapphire twinkled as he traced your appearance. You looked as good as the last time he saw you, different, but good.

"-the breaker of chains, and her brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen, third of his name, protector of the queen and the heir to Dragonstone." Silence feel upon the room as Jon's announcement was awaited. Jon looked to Ser Davos and then you, who had yet to look away from Aemond.

" I present Jon snow, king in the north, protector of castle black, tamer of the wildlings, and defeater of death" The men beside you peered over in astonishment while Aemond simply smirked.

" That was quite the introduction from someone who does not appear to be the kings hand, nor advisor." Wisps of lips, hands, and hair cascaded behind your eyes, and a part of you knew that he had seen the same.

" I am the king's protector, my prince" You preened under his gaze. Smiling when you notice his eyes widen slightly.

"How impressive-"

"-I do not mean to interrupt this delightful conversation, but as I recall, Jon Snow was here for urgent matters" Your eyes slid over to Tyrion Lannister, and for a moment you thought you saw someone else, or rather two other people, twins perhaps.

Your mind played that trick quite often in the time you spent with Aemond and his sister's followers. People of the present would flicker to whispers of time before your very eyes, and the only person who seemed to understand was Aemond.

" It get's easier" Your spine bristled at the sound of his voice, "knowing that you've lived before."

" And you know this because-"

"-Because I never forget, not you, not the lives we've lived, and not the ways in which you've died. These memories grow with me like a second skin from birth." Aemond's hand reaches out to caress your temple and for a moment you consider stepping away. It was all too much. The honey fresh smell, the sapphires reflection, the dragon's roar. Him. Just the mere feeling of him in front of you set your mind ablaze, as if the feeling of loving him was drowning you on the spot. Drowning you just as the blood and lake had before.

"-Come, I know a way to clear your head" Within a blink it had all gone away, revealing Aemond no longer in front of you, but mounting his dragon who glided beside the boat. The hesitancy to take his outstretched hand was clear.

"I've had dreams of falling from one of those things. It wasn't very mind-clearing" Each protest was drowned out by your feet moving closer to Aemond.

Aemond gripped your hand tight in his, " I won't let you slip away this time"

Aemond tried to keep that promise, he really did, but what power does a man have against destiny. This had been the shortest amount of time that life has ever granted him with you. He had met you mere weeks ago on Dragonstone and now he glides above a burning Winterfell, forced to watch you fight for your life atop a crumbling fortress. Each stumble that you took towards the edge sent a tremor through his heart.

"Sōvēs! Sōvēs!" Aemond's throat was raw from the commands, but he needed to be faster, he needed to be there this time.

"Dracarys!" Everything around them burned as Aemond leapt from his dragon. Fear overshadowed the pain jolting through his body at the harsh landing. Corpse after corpse fell into a parted pathway on his journey to you.

No. Turn Back. Time is up.

You silently mouthed plea after plea to your blood soaked lover as he marched through an army of death towards you. Each glance his way cost you traction against the general you fought. The strangers grip beckoned you from below and you were ready to greet it as long as Aemond would be there when your soul regrouped.

You released the weight supporting your blade and awaited your icy fate.....but it never came.

When your eyes opened, Aemond was there, like always. Eyes bright just for you, and a hand reaching for your cheek. Except he couldn't reach you, not while the generals sword remained lodged in his chest.

Your eyes widened in terror, "No! This isn't how it was meant to go!"

" I told you I wouldn't let you slip away this time-" and with that, Aemond Targaryen was falling, falling with his eyes locked on yours, ready to greet them again.

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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xiv}

THIS IS JAPANESE LUNCH TIME RUSH (who understood the reference?)

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warning: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 13 is still a newborn fawn Chapter 14 is 13's twin

word count: 3k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know (except you DO know #wreckthe4thwall)

There’s something about you— Claire mentally remarks as she scrutinizes you behind the counter. She already knows you’re one of those ‘one of a kind’ persons, but there’s something different in your atmosphere for this past week. Claire just cannot pinpoint what it is. What she can pinpoint are the specifications as to why she’s concluded something is different about you.

You’re not being passive-aggressive towards Court anymore

Claire knows the reason for that. When she noticed that he’s not being mean to you during their Monday breakfast, Claire asked him about it and he truthfully told her on their way home. She’s extremely glad, huzzah-ing every time she sees you and Court interacting without avoiding eye contact or having tight-lipped smiles.

"What's with the huzzahs?" you'd ask, because Court already knows why.

"Just feeling festive," Claire would reply, grinning toothily.

2. You’ve become more bubbly than you've ever been

There's a bounce in your step that's more jubilant than the bounce you've had before. If Claire hasn't known you for almost four months, she might've not noticed it. She notes the way you start your gait off with a skip and end with a tiny bounce.

"Somebody's in a good mood," Claire says when she first notices the extra zeal you're emitting.

You dramatically bat your eyelashes at her. "Whatever do you mean, milady?"

"Erick gave you a present or something?" Claire teases.

"Oh, he, um.. I," you cut yourself off, clearing your throat, and you bashfully glance at Court. "We actually—"

"Hey, that's none of your business." Court flicks a balled up tissue at Claire, hitting her on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

You chuckle. "Alright, I'm stopping this banter before it starts."

You thought you've hidden it well, but Claire catches the brief dejected look you gave Court. As though you missed an opportunity to say something. However, what Claire mostly perceives is that—

3. Your face gains more color whenever you're talking or looking at Court

“Reverse— reverse— wild card— and uno," Court grins as he holds up his remaining card.

You heatedly huff. "Plus four!" and place the card down.

"Plus four back," he snickers, dropping his own 4+ card.

Your jaw drops, and so did Claire's. But you quickly recover first. "This is the first time you beat me, huh?" you smirk and start cleaning up the cards, "I wonder who taught you that combo.."

"I've been taught by the best." says Court, discreetly nodding at you.

You laugh, maybe a little too loud; the other customers in this fine Saturday evening glance over at you momentarily. And maybe that’s why your face is more redder than usual. But when your amusement has dissipated and you make eye contact with Court, the color in your cheeks doubles.

“Order for Table 7!” Muro announces as he deposits a tray with two plates of carbonara and a bowl with four garlic bread.

You flinch, reeling out of your daze, and you excuse yourself with a laugh. “Gotta get some dough,” you remark playfully.

“Go get ‘em.” Court cheers, stifling his smile.

Claire once again catches the flare in your cheeks before you turn away. “Something’s..” she hums, clipping her chin between her fingers. “Something’s a-happening.”

“Hm? What is it?” Court asks.

She shortly scrunches up her nose. “I’ll tell you once I have solid proof.”

He chuckles. “Alright, detective.” and sips on his cup of warm, white chocolate mocha. His eyes are on a certain waitress, the only waitress in the cafe tonight— which is you, if that isn’t obvious.

Claire doesn’t comment on it, but she has most certainly reacted. Court is too busy staring after you to see Claire's toothy grin.

And she still hasn't released the expression by the time you're serving them dinner. Court notices this and he's slightly freaked out. "What's wrong with your face?" he whispers just before you reach their table.

"Mind if I inquire why you're mimicking the Cheshire Cat?" you ask, snorting.

Claire opens her mouth for a cheeky retort, when somebody noisily bursts in the cafe. "Honey, I brought guests!" Erick exclaims with a slight yodel.

Court glances over his shoulder, immediately regretting it. A hundred emotions tweak on his face faster than the speed of light. Bewilderment. Displeasure. Contempt. Anger. Despair. Those are some of Court's emotions that Claire manages to perceive. And she knows the reason behind each one of them.

"Erick!" you blink, dumbfounded. "What are you doing here?"

"Mi amigos wanted something new, and they've never been to this cafe before," he replies as he puts an arm across your shoulders, smiling lopsidedly.

"Oh, well.. sit anywhere you like—"

"Oh, no, no, no, honey. We'll take-out our orders. They just wanted to see what the cafe was like."

"And we're definitely coming back here some other day," one of his friends chimes in.

"Unless, of course," Erick shifts a little and, making you face him, he leisurely slides his arm down from your shoulders and tightens it around your waist, "you want me to stay?"

For a moment, Claire thinks about getting cardiac arrest while actually feeling she's in cardiac arrest. She needs to separate you and Erick, for Court's sake. Despite the cruel reality that his chances with you have gotten slimmer than an ANTM's body, Claire is still rooting for you and Court.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

Everyone is stunned by the scene, until Erick's friends erupt with laughter, while Claire and Court share puzzled looks. You have grabbed Erick by the ear and twisted it in an unlawful way.

"Boundaries, man." you say chidingly to Erick and glance at his friends, "Right this way if you want to order!"

"Ca-Can you let go of my ear first— OW!"

Claire notices something unsettling about Court. "What's going on with your mug?" she asks, perplexed by his wildly amused demeanor.

"Dinner and a show," he answers and suppresses a laugh when he witnesses you giving one last forceful twist on Erick's ear before releasing it.

"I feel like I might pass out," Claire huffs and puffs.

"Why is that??" you and Court chorus worriedly.

She grins. "'Cuz I'm so full!"

"Please, don't joke about that." you say as you return to clearing out their table, eyeing the teenager for any signs of fainting.

"But I'm serious, though. Quick!— Make me laugh so I'll digest quickly!"

"You mean, so you'll puke easily?" Court chimes in with a smirk.

"How about a short walk outside?" you suggest and carefully hoist up the tray filled with their dishes, "The Boardwalk isn't too cold nor too warm this time of year."

Claire snaps her fingers. "That's a great idea! And it'll even be greater if you walk along with us!"

"Of course, it's a great idea! I— wait, what?" you do a double-take at the teenager, who suddenly conjures her puppy-dog mien. You feel your self-control churning in your stomach and you nervously laugh, "Kurt, please tell your daughter that I won't be able to join since I'm at work."

Court looks at you and then at Claire. "Ah, food coma." he blankly cries out and feigns to faint, head slumping back against the backrest of the booth.

Muro appears beside you. "Alright! I'll take it from here!"

You sigh in relief. "Thank you— wait," you frown quizzically at him, and before you can react, Muro snatches the tray of dishes from you. "Hey!"

"And you won't be needing this outside!" Mindy pops up from behind you and swiftly takes your apron off at the speed of light.

You stammer a protest while Claire clutches your arm and hauls you out of the cafe. Court trails behind, smiling amusedly. The moon and stars are out and gleaming, and the city lights twinkle back at them. There's laughter ringing through the sea breeze, which leaves a warm aftertaste in each of its chilly gust.

"This is a me versus the world kind of thing going on here," you comment in between your final opposition, and when you start walking on sand, you zip your lips and yield to the serenity of the nocturnal stroll.

Claire is still at your side, arm looped around yours, grinning effervescently. She pauses from star-gazing and takes a gander. She sees Court treading behind, gestures for him to come closer, and slows down her gait. He obliges without a word, astonishment painting his features when Claire loops her other arm around his. She shortly squeezes her hold on you and Court before adding a bounce in her step.

Court exchanges dumbfounded looks with you. This moment would've been totally normal if it weren't for your physiology experiencing aberration whenever you make eye contact with your crush. Blood automatically rushes up your cheeks, you ignore it and give a sheepish grin. He returns the expression with a small laugh, glances at Claire, and eyes the world around the three of you.

You admire him admiring the world. Counting from one to three, you then avert your gaze to the city life bustling on the outskirts of the Boardwalk. The smell of the sea and grilling restaurants mingle in your olfactory. It's been a long while since you've had a stroll, deeply breathing in and out, you fight back a contented shudder. But Court notices the infinitesimal quake in your shoulders.

"Are you cold?" he inquires, halting his tracks, he's about to remove his jacket. You're only wearing the signature brown-collared shirt of the cafe's uniform, denim shorts, and thigh-high socks.

"Oh, no, I'm not cold!" you reply with a laugh, "I'm just.. thrilled, you know? Been a while since I've walked along the beach."

"You should thank yourself for that 'cuz you suggested it," says Claire.

"You know what? I will."

"That's right, raise that self-esteem!"

The three of you are 5 minutes away from the cafe now, 3 minutes if you sprint like an Olympic runner. A group of guys are playing basketball on the nearby court where sand meets concrete. "Oh, there's a fountain over there, would you two like to see it?" you point towards a miniature park.

"Sure," Court and Claire say in unison, though the teenager has a more gleeful tone.

You're about to take another step when you notice something soaring towards you. "Woah!" you yelp as you catch a basketball.

"Sorry, miss!" one of the guys starts to jog towards you.

You lob the ball at him. "Sa susunod kasi, sa kakampi niyo ipasa."

Next time, pass it to your teammate.

His other friends erupt with oooh's and taunts, while the guy stops to catch the ball. "Baka lang naman gusto kita makausap," he replies, smirking.

Maybe it's because I just want to talk to you.

"Edi tanga ka. Sana lumapit ka kesa nambato ka ng bola." you scoff and gesture for the father-daughter duo, "Let's go."

"Single ka, no? Walang magkakagusto sa'yo 'pag pinagpatuloy mo yung ugali na 'yan!" he angrily yells.

You're single, ain't you? No one will like you if you continue with that attitude!

You try to hold back, but the retort has already turned the keys and launched out the missiles. "At ikaw naman? Single kasi para kang pwet ng manok na putak ng putak!"

How about you? You're single 'cause you're like a chicken's ass that keeps on spouting!

Claire barks out a laugh, while Court glances away to hide his smile. You feel a sense of pride, simultaneously a tinge of embarrassment for loosening the chains on your warfreakness.

The three of you arrive at the fountain with no further catcalls or distractions. Claire roams around, snapping pictures as she goes, while you take a seat on the rim of the fountain's basin. Court strolls around the small park, like a bodyguard securing the area, and afterwards, he heads towards the fountain. Specifically towards you.

Your heart has skipped, tripped, and cartwheeled even before Court sits beside you. However, he leaves a respectable space between the two of you, and part of you wants nothing more than to erase the distance. Because of that, you don't have the courage to look at him; or else your face will put an erupting volcano to shame.

You keep your eyes on Claire instead. Even when you perceive Court looking at you in your peripheral vision.

Five minutes pass by like that, yet the silence between you and Court is comfortable. Claire's giggling and the camera snapping are the only consistent noise mingling with the quietness, as well as the vague crash of the waves against the shore. You see distant people strolling by the beach, some kids are even running around and tripping, sand particles flying and glinting under the moonlight.

"Okay, let's go!" Court suddenly says, rising up.

You blink at him. "What?"

He holds his hand out to you. "It's already been 5 minutes since we left the cafe. You're still working, right?"

"Yeah, you need to get back to work!" Claire exclaims, hopping next to Court, she outstretches a hand to you, while her other hand is used to snap a picture of you.

You blink out the flashes, glance at each the father-daughter duo, and stifle a laugh. "Okay, let's go," you grab their hands, "But are you two sure you're done sightseeing?"

Claire nods. "Yup! And don't worry, we can sightsee some other time! And (N/N) will be our tour guide," she looks up at Court, "Right, dad?"

"Of course," Court replies, but he's looking at you.

You gulp down your heart when it somersaults up your throat. Fire grows in your cheeks, and you hope the sea breeze that's flurrying by will extinguish it. "W-Well, that's good.. so you two have other places to go other than the cafe." you say, mentally noting how the father-daughter duo are still holding your hands.

"Like we'll ever get tired of the cafe." Claire snorts and tugs on your hand, "C'mon, let's go back!"

You let Claire pull you to a slow gait, and when you feel Court loosening his grip, you tighten your hold on his hand. "Hey," you shortly frown at him over your shoulder, "no letting go."

His eyes widen as he's forced to follow after your and Claire's strides. Soon, astonishment is melted by relief— and something else that you can't decipher. Court smiles at you, the most genuine kind of smile, and you can't help but smile back, the sheepish kind mixed with something unknown.

You stammer. "I mean, I'm the tour guide, so—"

"Alright," Court grips your hand affectionately, "No letting go."

Officially, your heart has gone boom-boom, bye-bye.

"Bye-bye, (N/N)!"

"Bye-bye, Claire!"

"Will you go to Lilia's later?"

"Yeah, I will! Have a safe drive home!"

You watch the father-daughter duo climb in the car before you step back in the cafe. There's only a few customers now, and with only one hour until closing time. But for some reason, one hour feels like an eternity.

You've lost count on how many times Mindy and Muro have asked you to relay the events of this evening's stroll. They repeatedly asked because even when you left out the part where you held hands with Claire and Court during the last bit of the stroll, blood would rush up your neck and face. With that, the couple knows something more happened. It's not like you want to hide it, but…

For some reason, you want those moments with the father-daughter duo just for yourself. As though disclosing it to anyone else will break the magic spell— which is the mystery of why Claire and Court seem to like you.

Shaking your head, you forcibly reel yourself out of your stupor before you fall down that rabbit hole again. You envy Alice for reaching the bottom of her rabbit hole, since yours will most likely be a bottomless pit. You let out a deep sigh through your nose, briefly expelling the scent of coffee, and glance at the wall clock, which indicates 9:40— 50 minutes before work ends.

One way to quicken time is to be busy, so you clear your thoughts and get to waiting tables, blending drinks, and washing dishes.

And just like that, it's closing time.

You chuckle to yourself, contemplating how funny time is. When you're not doing anything, it's slow. But when you're doing something, it gets faster. You find that hilarious, but sometimes you despise time for speeding up when you're enjoying someone else's company. Your inner self coughs and indiscreetly hangs up a portrait of Court and Claire on the wall. You find a vase to throw at your inner self and focus on driving to the hotel where Lilia's family resides.

The girl hasn't come to work for a week as she's taking care of her younger sibling, who had gotten sick. Lilia went to the cafe earlier to inform you that she might take another week off in case she caught her sister's cold.

That's why here you are now, driving to their current residence to give them leftovers from the cafe— chicken sinigang.

"Ay, pota." you angrily mutter when a raindrop and two spatters on your face.

You swiftly park your motorcycle by the curb and unwrap the jacket from your waist. "Please be a light rain," you sigh, slipping on the jack.

As you're zipping the jacket close, you hear a car parking behind you. But instead of shutting the engine, the driver switches on the high-beams. You glance over your shoulder as the hazard lights begin to blink.

You gesture that you'll be going now— but then another car halts in front of you, turns on their high-beams and hazard lights, and revs their engine.

Panic pumps through your heart and you feel the pulse in your throat drum wildly beneath your skin. Both cars start to inch closer towards you, and before you're completely boxed in, you hastily urge your motorcycle away from the curb. The dark heavens shriek with multiple thunders, drowning out practically every other sound, yet you hear the engines revving behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you see the two cars following after you. The increasing rain and their high-beams make it hard for you to perceive your pursuers. Whoever they are, evidently they are no friend.

A/N: dfdddfjksf who the fuck is chasing our dear reader?! of course, i know~ but what are your guesses? hehehe

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haoreo · 2 years

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✿ park sunghoon | ewan ko sayo

♡ content: sunghoon x fem!reader, filo!enha lol

♡ disclaimer: based on a convo me and robi (@linoragi) had and i just kept the tagalog dialogue bc tagalog dialogue is just chef’s kiss KSJDHFKJ. also i’m not the best at tagalog so apologies for the grammatical errors. also not proofread hihi. just made this for fun, really. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely a work of fiction.

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sunghoon never really considered himself as the jealous type. but perhaps today was an exception.

it was harmless, really. you were out at lunch with your boyfriend sunghoon and his friend jay, and it just so happened that your order came with unpeeled shrimp. usually, you’d avoid these types of situations because you just couldn’t be bothered with having to peel it yourself.

but you could already hear your mother scolding you for wasting food, so you offered it to jay saying, “gusto mo?”

jay accepted it, moving his plate towards yours. he immediately started peeling the shrimp, but to your surprise and sunghoon’s, he placed the piece of shrimp back on your plate. you protested, but he just offered you a smile saying, “kainin mo na, alam ko na tinatamad ka lang.”

the two of just laughed it off, perhaps it was why you didn’t notice the hard stare sunghoon was giving jay.

the drive home with sunghoon was silent, for the most part. but you didn’t put much thought into it. baka busog lang, you thought. what threw you off though was when he didn’t reach out to take your jacket off for you like he always did when the two of you would arrive home.

you caught up to him and asked him what was wrong, to which he just shook his head and said, “wala, pagod lang.”

sunghoon was always a man of few words. most days, you appreciated it. he’d say what he needed to say and wouldn’t complicate things when they didn’t need to be. but it sure was frustrating on days where you wanted him to say something more than just an “i’m fine.”

once again, you let it slide, leaving him alone to take his afternoon nap.

later on in the afternoon, you passed by sunghoon in the living room to go to the kitchen and look for something to eat. you remembered that sunghoon passed by the market yesterday and surprised you with some of the fruits that were in season, one of which being pomelo.

taking one out from the fruit basket, you started to cut through the rind and skin to get to the actual fruit. this pomelo was being extra stubborn though, so you looked up to hoon who’s eyes were still glued to his phone.

“hoon, patulong naman ako nito.”

sunghoon looked up at you for barely a second, before returning his eyes to his phone.

“ewan ko sayo, dun ka sa jay mo.”

ah, kaya pala tinotoyo.

you might have suspected just a tiny bit that what happened earlier with jay was what caused sunghoon’s attitude. but you got rid of that thought because sunghoon always assured you that he was never the jealous type.

oh well, two could play that game.

so you reached out for your phone, saying “ah sige, tawagan ko nalang siya.”

you haven’t even opened your contacts when sunghoon snatched your phone out of your hands and placed it in his back pocket. he then nudged you to the side saying, “tabi, ako na.”

truly, sunghoon liked to let his actions do the talking. letting his smalls acts of service show his true feelings rather than his words. and before you knew it, he had already taken out most of the fruit already.

“sa sunod kase, ako yung tawagan mo kapag tinatamad ka. i'm willing to do anything for you naman, eh,” he said as he continued to absentmindedly peel the fruit in front of him.

deciding to tease him just a little bit more, you replied, “kahit magpapasubo pa ako?”

“syempre, eto oh,” to which he held a piece of fruit in front of your mouth, to which of course you gladly accepted from him.

di naman talaga seloso si hoon noon. pero pagdating sayo? aba, selosong seloso.

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underratedandoverit · 1 year

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writing your request gave me another idea, so i'm sending it to you lol. while kip's recovery from the belt is going well, orange suddenly has some of his old symptoms from his own recovery come back, making him unable to function for the day. so now it's kip's turn to take care of him while also getting a chance to see just how bad it was for orange back then. let me know if you need any other details!

disclaimer i did not proofread this, so any funky structure or words or anything is just there, deal with it. its too late and i want this out tonight woo

~4,5k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in the belt corruption arc(/immortal fears technically). has a good old chuck cameo. generally anxiety and shades of unreality are present. hurt/comfort would probably be my best guess for a genre, hints of angst. happy ending tho 💜

On Ao3

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With a yawn, Kip pushed his chair away from the desk, stretching his arms over his head. It had been a long but a very good day, another successful stream with the squad and much less angry yelling than he was anticipating. He was glad to have this time at home again, it had been quite some time since the last time he was able to sit down for this long period of time to focus on something so special to him. Streaming was a good, happy place for him still, one of those things that he could pick up again after being away from it for a long time, and it actually made him feel somewhat normal again, which a lot of things he tried really didn’t do.

Maybe it was because it had been so long, that he had almost completely dropped the hobby he had previously invested so much time and effort into, that it felt so good and normal to get back to it. Being so focused on the game and listening to his friends laugh and bicker while entertaining an audience he didn’t directly see felt so different to Kip, it felt like something he had genuinely missed all this time. Since he hadn’t really given it the time of the day or any thought really while he had been dealing with the belt.

His arms dropped to the armrests of the chair, Kip leaning his head back as he stared at the ceiling for a moment. The silence in the room felt nice for a change, as the Discord call with the boys had just ended and he was left on his own once again. But it didn’t feel bad, honestly. It was quite nice to him, for a change. Maybe Kip was still coming down from the high of the last game and the victory of it, maybe he was just for once in a place after everything that had happened where being alone in silence made him feel content instead of panicking him the hell out.

It didn’t matter though. Whatever it was, it felt really nice.

Kip reached his hands up, removing the headphones from his head as he finally straightened up on his seat, proceeding to turn the computer off. He could have gotten a bit more stream related work done today if he so wished, it was still early in the evening, but stretching his legs and getting away from the screen for at least a little while felt like a better idea to him. He needed to get something to eat anyway and he was out of energy drinks, plus he needed to check on Cassidy, as Kip hadn’t seen him for a few hours now.

Not that he was really worried or anything, but usually when they were apart from one another for this long of a period of time, at least one reached out to the other to make sure they were fine. Be it with just a single text message of ‘hey’ or asking what they wanted for dinner or if they were hungry in the first place. And today so far, Kip had received no such messages, or sent any out himself since he let Cassidy know he would be starting a stream.

Picking his phone from the desk, checking it as the thoughts crossed his mind, Kip’s brows arched a little as he checked over his messages, not seeing the usual blue tick mark next to the messages he sent out hours ago at this point, everything having gone unread.

Pushing up on his feet, Kip quickly exited the office, heading towards the living room. Maybe Cassidy had just fallen asleep and was taking a very long nap, it wasn’t unheard of him especially after a long, rough work week. Kip stopped in the doorway, scanning the empty room with confusion taking over his face.

Slowly the panic starting to rise in him, he turned on his heels, heading upstairs. Maybe he was there, having a good sleep in the bedroom instead. Kip could feel himself stumbling on his feet as he almost tripped up the stairs, trying to steady his breathing as he could suddenly feel the walls closing in on him, the sudden realization of loneliness was taking him over. It felt so familiar in a scary way, he could see from the corner of his eyes the shadows moving around him, every footstep against the wooden flooring echoing in his ears and ringing through his head as he reached for the bedroom door, almost bursting through it as he finally reached it.

Kip stumbled in the bedroom, a wave of comfort and safety immediately washing over him as he stopped the familiar pile of denim clad man laying on it.

He wasn’t sure if Cassidy was awake or not, but he didn’t react as Kip burst into the room with probably way too much force than he intended. Kip stood there in the doorway, taking in the sight of his boyfriend for a moment, a warm, content feeling slowly filling him as he watched the other man’s back steadily rise and lower along his breathing as he was laying on his stomach in the middle of the queen sized bed.

Stepping inside the room finally, Kip walked to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it, his eyes never leaving Cassidy. He looked so peaceful on his spot, but Kip had to admit that he was almost… Too peaceful.

He carefully reached a hand towards him, laying it on his back. Kip’s eyes dimmed a little as he could feel Cassidy tense up under his touch, such reaction not being very usual for him when being shown affection. Kip shifted on his spot a little, sitting up a bit better, giving Cassidy a gentle nudge with his hand.

“Hey… You okay?”

This time Cassidy moved, only to curl up on his side and roll slightly away from him and his touch. Kip slowly pulled his hand back to himself, trying to comprehend this sudden change in behavior in the other man. He hadn’t seen this from Cassidy before, and honestly it was worrying him a lot.

Especially since Kip could see hints of his own previous behavior in this sudden change of attitude in him.

Kip jumped a little as he could suddenly hear buzzing coming from somewhere close by. Eyes shooting towards the sound, he spotted Cassidy’s phone sitting on the nightstand, screen flashing with an incoming call he deducted based on the length of the buzzing sound. He looked at Cassidy, the blond completely ignoring the sound as he didn’t even move on his spot, for a moment Kip not being sure if he was even breathing anymore as he just remained completely still, ignoring his surroundings.

Slowly sliding off the bed Kip stood up, walking around the bed to the nightstand, picking the phone in his hand. He watched Chuck’s familiar name flashing on the screen, disappearing just as he was looking at the screen, marking him hanging up the call. Before the screen turned off again, Kip could see it reading ‘25 missed calls’ and a pile of unread messages, similarly from Chuck, a few probably from others too.

Kip turned towards Cassidy slowly, any remaining resemblance of a positive outlook about the situation leaving him as Kip watched him just continue to lay still on the bed, the sunglasses still on his face he had pressed hard against the bed. The position he was in looked rather painful, even more so when Kip now knew he wasn't asleep and was absolutely doing it willingly to himself.

"...Chuck's been trying to reach you."

Cassidy remained completely stoic and unreactive, making Kip's face sink even more looking at him. He wasn't sure what had brought this behavior forward, he hadn't seen Cassidy act like this even on his worse days. Sure the man was often very closed off due to both his persona and personality, but it never got this bad. He always at least responded to Kip if no one else, but now it seemed like even he couldn't get through to him.

There was something so clearly wrong that Kip just didn't know how he was supposed to deal with the situation.

He could feel the panic rising again, trying to override those thoughts with the knowledge that he needed to stay calm right now. There was no one else around that could take care of this, there was no one else that knew what was going on, there was no --

Before Kip’s thoughts could race any further, the phone buzzed in his hand again. His eyes widened as they shot towards it, Chuck’s name flashing on the screen again. Pushing all his other thoughts to the side, Kip reached for the phone screen with his free hand, quickly sliding the bar on the screen before lifting the phone up to his ear.

“Orange? Orange? Thank god--”

“Chuck.”

The line went quiet for a moment, Kip considering briefly just dropping the phone next to Cassidy on the bed with the speaker on to let Chuck talk directly to him as he might have been an unwanted part of this conversation. But as Chuck’s voice picked up again, despite how awkward he sounded, at least it made Kip aware that he was needed to be around for this.

“...Kip? Where’s… Where’s Orange?”

Kip glanced at the denim clad man on the bed, wondering what would be the best response to the obvious question about the situation at hand. It was obvious that Cassidy hadn’t picked up the phone for hours, clearly signaling that something was very wrong, but while Kip could physically see it, he wasn’t sure he was able to explain any of it.

“He’s… He’s okay.”

As the words left Kip’s mouth, he wasn’t able to look at the blond anymore. Exiting the bedroom, he stopped in the hallway of the second floor, stopping to lean against the wall as he stared at the bedroom door he closed after himself, wondering if Chuck was going to be able to help him in this situation. Kip most likely knew what was wrong, this was familiar on a very personal distressing level to him, but he didn’t know if Chuck knew anything or if he was able to help.

“Can I talk to him? I just want to make sure.”

Kip shook his head, briefly forgetting in his distress that he was actually on the phone and Chuck wasn’t standing right there looking at him. He brushed a hand over his face, inhaling deeply, getting caught by a surprise at how much his breath was trembling. “I… I don’t think he really wants to talk.”

“Kip. What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know.”

The words slipped out of his mouth faster than Kip could stop them, coming out so quietly he wasn’t sure at first if Chuck had heard them. The silence that fell over the call was telling him more than enough though, it takes a good few seconds before Chuck’s voice cut back in.

“You don’t know? Are you home, do I have to come over?”

Kip thought about his offer for a second, but knew that ultimately having another person here physically was just going to make everything even more difficult for them to deal with. While Kip wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with Cassidy, he knew enough from personal experience that getting too many people involved during a weak moment like this was just going to make it worse. As much as he trusted Chuck, he also didn’t want him to butt in to their house at a time like this.

“No… No, it would just make it worse. I just don’t know what to do.”

He was slowly starting to feel more confident telling Chuck about this, him being grilled had caught him off guard at first, but slowly Kip was leaning more into trying to get help from the one other man that might know what was going on. From what Cassidy had told him before, Chuck had been there a lot for him during his dark times just like Cassidy had been for Kip, so he had formed a sort of an understanding that Chuck also knew something about this… Curse, as they liked to refer to it after all the incidents.

Kip never really talked with Chuck though, he was aware of Kip’s situation with Cassidy, but if he was ever around, it was always for his blond friend. Kip was always an afterthought. Which he didn’t really mind in this case, he still wasn’t entirely over with what had happened to him after losing the belt, so talking about any of it with someone like Chuck would probably have been awkward anyways.

“I… I think he’s relapsing.”

That was the best way he could put it, the words they had been using between Kip and Cassidy to talk about situations where one of them, that usually being Kip, got worse again after a good period of being at least somewhat okay and functional. Kip wasn’t sure if Chuck was made aware of this terminology though, the silent reply he was getting from the other end of the call not really helping him figure it out.

“Okay… Okay that’s not good. Where is he? Is he at least in one piece?”

“He’s safe, in the bedroom. Just… Completely unresponsive, laying on the bed, barely moves away from the touch.”

Kip could hear Chuck groaning, sounding like he was suddenly more annoyed than worried anymore. Maybe it was a good sign, maybe this was behavior that he had seen before?

“Okay, listen.” Kip nodded, this time it didn't matter that Chuck didn’t see the gesture from him. “He’s aware of his surroundings if he’s avoiding touches. That’s a good sign. What you need to do is to try to ground him. We need to get him back to reality.”

Now it was starting to sound familiar. This was something Cassidy had told him before, that he had learned to do with him at days when Kip was in much of a similar state than he was right now. The problem was that Kip usually didn’t remember anything about those days when he was laid out and bedridden, so he wasn’t sure exactly how to do that. Cassidy had told him that talking seemed to help most of the time, but apart from that, Kip really had no idea.

“How do we do that?”

Chuck brought this up, maybe he had an idea. If this had been a thing with Cassidy previously while he was in recovery, Chuck had to have been there. He would know.

“Okay, do you have something small and possibly something that dissolves that you could try to feed to him? Sugar, maybe? And something to drink, something tastier than water. He needs those senses activated.”

“Yeah… Yeah I think we have something in the kitchen. Is there anything else?”

“Try to be there with him. Talk to him. Make sure he hears you and understands that you’re there, even if he most likely won’t respond. The last thing you want to do is leave him alone.”

Kip pushed himself off from the wall, heading downstairs and towards the kitchen. He tried to push Chuck’s last words out of his mind, knowing that he had already more than enough failed at that task, having spent most of the day away from him while Cassidy had been in this kind of a condition. He could hopefully still remedy all of this though, if he just followed the rest of Chuck’s advice. It all sounded distantly familiar to him, Kip couldn’t say for sure if Cassidy had been feeding him things while he had been out of it on the worst days, but the talking and closeness otherwise did ring some mental bells to him.

Kip excused himself from the call as he entered the kitchen, knowing that he was going to have his hands full going back upstairs. Thankfully Chuck was understanding, just telling Kip to let him know if things got worse and to text him when Cassidy got better. Stuffing the phone into the pocket of his sweatpants, Kip started opening the kitchen cupboards, trying to find as many items he could try to get Cassidy to consume for him, not really being sure what he could get to work. Anything from basic sugar cubes to sample packs of Nutella to mints and Starbursts, he took everything small enough he could find, alongside a few energy drinks he could try to get Cassidy to taste.

Kip wasn’t really sure if he was feeling hopeful or not about this, Chuck hadn’t really made it clear if this was actually going to work or not. He said it was what usually what worked. Glancing at the pile of food items in his hands as Kip headed back upstairs, he could feel a hard to swallow lump in his throat, teasing him with the thought that what if this wasn’t going to help after all? What if all this was for nothing? That he could try whatever he wished, and he just wasn’t going to be able to help Cassidy, not able to bring him back to this side of consciousness from the darkness.

He stopped at the bedroom door, almost too afraid to open it again. Considering the situation he was sure that Cassidy hadn’t moved from the spot Kip had left him in, but there was still a certain fear in the back of his head that what if something had happened. That he had somehow done something to himself while Kip was away.

Chuck’s words kept playing in his head. ‘The last thing you want to do is leave him alone.’ Had he already fucked this up? Was there no way to reverse this anymore? This was the first time Kip was on the other end of this situation, he hadn’t talked much with Cassidy about his feelings and fears when Kip was having one of these days himself, so he really didn’t know when it was too late to try to deal with it anymore.

Taking in a deep breath Kip tried to calm himself down, carefully pushing down the door handle, re-entering into the bedroom. A wave of content washed over him as he spotted Cassidy exactly where he was left a few minutes earlier, but at the same time Kip could feel the sadness and guilt finding him still laying there too. He wasn’t magically getting better on his own clearly, and Kip hadn’t been there enough for him to help him out.

Pushing the thoughts from his head for a moment, Kip walked around the bed, starting to pile the items from his hands to the floor. Cassidy didn’t seem to pay him any mind, still laying on his side, half of his face buried against the blanket with the sunglasses squished between it and his face in a rather painfully looking manner. As Kip was ready, he carefully approached the other man, lowering a hand on his face, carefully caressing his cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Clementine,” he whispered, offering Cassidy a little smile, despite being sure he didn’t even perceive it. As Cassidy didn’t respond in any manner, vocal or physical, Kip carefully reached for him, slowly pulling the man closer to the edge of the bed. Cassidy didn’t resist, Kip having to hold himself together as Chuck’s words just kept repeating in his head. He had said that Cassidy responding even negatively to touches was good, so Kip wasn’t sure where this landed in the spectrum anymore. Hopefully Cassidy was just aware that Kip was here to help him and that’s why there was no resistance, and he actually wasn’t too far gone already.

Kip carefully slid him onto the floor, setting the blond to sit against the side of the bed. He sat down beside Cassidy, leaning his back against the nightstand, making sure that he had a good look at Cassidy’s face in case of sudden chances in his expression. It was also going to be much easier to try to feed him something from this angle, Kip thought to himself as he glanced at the items on the floor between the two of them.

“I… I got you a little something to eat.” Kip looked at Cassidy, wincing a little to himself as he could finally see the side of his face that had been laid against the bed all this time. The frames of the sunglasses had left a noticeable mark on his face, and while Kip was sure it wasn’t that painful if Cassidy could feel it in the first place, it sure didn’t look very pretty. “It’s… It’s okay. We just have a little picnic here. On the bedroom floor. Just the two of us. With all your favorite treats.”

Kip offered him a smile, getting nothing back. He tried to not let it discourage him, reaching for the little cup of sugar cubes, picking one into his hand. Reaching for Cassidy’s face, he had to fight with him a little bit to be able to get his jaws to open up, but eventually Kip was able to slip a sugar cube into his mouth. He looked at the stoic man, not seeing even a slight movement from him as a response. Maybe he needed something else. Maybe some more encouragement.

Without thinking further, Kip leaned closer, pressing a little peck on his cheek. “You’re going to get better, I promise. I’m here now.”

Maybe he was imagining it. Maybe he wasn’t but it was just a coincidence, but Kip could swear he saw Cassidy swallowing as those words exited his mouth. Kip kept staring at him, trying to make sure he was actually seeing it, his eyes widening a little as he definitely saw it the second time, being followed by a very sudden change in Cassidy’s demeanor as Kip could hear him take in a breath.

Almost frantically Kip looked back to the floor, trying to pick out the next item to try. He hadn’t expected things to work out this fast in his favor, but it was definitely making him more motivated to continue. Maybe Cassidy was just easier to pull out of his rut so it was working on his faster, the man had had a longer recovery period than Kip did, so maybe it had something to do with it. It didn’t matter though, Kip had not confirmed that this was actually working and not hope had been lost, and he was going to continue to try to make it even better, slowly but steadily.

One item at a time he kept feeding them to Cassidy, telling him between each item how proud of him he was and how Kip was there to make things better. How he was sorry he hadn’t been there all day. Eventually ending up just talking about the stream he had earlier, what the boys had been up to and how mad he got at times. What fun things the chat was saying, what they discussed about. Kip tried to keep his mouth going as much as possible, just making sure that there was sound filling in the otherwise quiet room. He didn’t mind that Cassidy still didn’t reply to him, Chuck had thankfully prepared him for that part, and Kip had enough to talk about to just keep going.

As he was chatting away about something mundane, peeling the Starburst in his hand out of the wrapper, Kip watched as suddenly a lazy hand landed on his. His eyes widened as he froze in place, quickly glancing up to watch Cassidy be otherwise just as stoic as before. He wasn’t looking at Kip, not moving anything but the hand he landed on his, but Kip could feel him trying to make an effort to squeeze his hand, almost as if trying to communicate through that.

Kip smiled, holding Cassidy’s hand in one of his while the other one reached to put the Starburst into his mouth. Cassidy had become easier to feed the more Kip did it, this time him taking the candy into his mouth almost entirely on his own from Kip’s fingers. He pressed his hand against Cassidy’s cheek, his thumb caressing the side of his face.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re so strong, Clementine.”

They continued like this until Kip basically ran out of things to give to him, with each item Cassidy slowly giving him more and more signals of some levels of awareness. He was steadily getting better through this, though Kip had no idea how far he was able to actually take it. Like was Cassidy going to return to normal tonight, or what was a point where he could stop and they could just sleep the rest of it off? Again, he didn’t remember being on the other end of this problem himself though he knew it had happened before, so he had little to no reference point to go from.

As Kip spun the final energy drink can in his free hand, he glanced up at Cassidy. He had started to breathe much more freely as time went on, returning Kip’s hands reassuring squeezes every now and then. Kip could swear he was leaning into the touches and kisses to his face too, but as his expression wasn’t changing and the movements were very minimal, it was really hard to actually tell. But the progress was definitely there, that much he could say for sure.

Kip lowered the energy drink to the floor, trying to proceed to open it with one hand. He was stopped though as Cassidy lowered his other hand on top of it, gathering a questioning look from Kip, almost making him jump as he lifted his eyes to meet Cassidy’s face, the blond for the first time in the entire day actually looking directly at him. Still emotionless and behind the sunglasses, but he had shifted on his spot a noticeable amount to be face to face with Kip finally.

“…Kip.”

His voice was hoarse, the word barely audible. Kip just stared back at him, unable to move, unable to look away, just waiting for whatever was going to follow up with that.

“…Thank you.”

Shoving the energy drink aside, Kip leaned closer, pressing his lips against Cassidy’s. A smile rose up on his lips as he could feel him respond to the show of affection, very slightly and carefully Cassidy leaning into the kiss as well after a moment of hesitation.

#fic #setting: belt corruption arc #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: orangekip #request #i didnt intend this to become this long but also you know what who cares it ended up just really cute #again sorry i absolutely did not proofread this apart from what docs pointed out to me so sorry if anything is super wonky #i hope you like it <33 #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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orangesaek · 1 year

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WHEN YOU ASK THEM TO BUY PADS FOR YOU (ft. NCT DREAM)

disclaimer: this is just based purely on how i think the boys would react or what they would do. lowercase intended. not proofread.

MARK

even though this isn't the first time you've asked him to buy you some pads on his way to your house, he'd still feel a bit shy deep inside about coming up to the counter with them in his hands. however, he does understand that what you're experiencing is just natural, so he'd be really sweet about the whole thing. mark would also get a few stuff for you, like some food or drinks that you like or usually crave whenever you're on your period, or extra pain reliever medicine, just in case you run out of them.

RENJUN

i can already hear him cutely whining about it jk but seriously, renjun would still go to the store and buy pads for you. like mark, he'd feel a bit shy about holding up pads at the counter, but he'd just awkwardly laugh off the whole thing whenever the cashier lady would comment about how sweet of a boyfriend he is. expect to receive A WHOLE LOT of pads from him, though. he loves you, and he cares a lot for you, but the man has no plans of going back to the store for your pads again anytime soon.

JENO

jeno knows how important pads are for women (since he has an older sister), so each time you ask him to do an emergency errand for you, he'd bolt out to the nearest store. the first time you asked him if he could go to the store & buy some pads for you, you were quite taken by surprise when he mentioned some brands and asked for your preferences (wings, non-wings, unscented, etc). when you asked how he knew about them, he said he saw them a lot in their house and that his mom & sister uses them. he might also buy the other things his mom & sister uses whenever they have their periods (like essential oils, medicine, vitamins, drinks, etc). overall, jeno would be a reliable boyfriend!

HAECHAN

haechan might be last person other people would think for things like this, but he'd seriously be one of the most reliable boyfriends out there. one call or text from you, and he'd be running out to the store to get you what you need and more (food, medicine, etc). if he's in the middle of a game, however, he might bargain with you to wait until he finishes the round he's playing before going out. but if you tell him you need the pads asap, he'd waste no time to get them for you, even if it meant he'd get an earful from his friends once he's back. nonetheless, he'd never complain about running this type of errand for you. haechan just loves you that much. don't forget to give him lots of kisses and hugs afterwards <3

JAEMIN

girl, as long as you have mr. na jaemin as your boyfriend, you will never have to worry about running out of ANYTHING. you'd have boxes of your usually used pads, pain relievers, and even assorted essential oils stocked up in your house. man's got you covered for the next 10 years lmao but in super rare occasions that you need to ask him to run an errand for you, he'd be more than happy to do so. he might even call his mom for some suggestions (like traditional medicines, food, massage techniques, etc) to relieve your menstrual cramps for future reference (or if you actually have one atm). he also couldn't care less about people looking his way while he's busily searching for the pads you needed on the shelves. don't be surprised if he comes home to you with a lot of things in his hands!

CHENLE

chenle might complain slightly about the whole thing at first, but he'd go anyway. all for love lol however, like renjun, he doesn't have any plans on going back to the store anytime soon, so he'd most probably buy you an entire box of pads and everything else that he thinks you (will) need. you won't have to tell him which brand he needs to buy, as he remembers what it is anyway. also, chenle might nag you just a little bit about not stocking up, saying something along the lines of, "what if you run out of pads or pain relievers and i'm not there to run errands for you?" but don't take it to heart as he just cares a lot for you and he just wants to make sure that you have everything you need even when he's not around! <3

JISUNG

oh boy lmao this isn't the first time you've asked him to buy some pads for you, but he'd still get extremely embarrassed about it. you'll have to apologize each time because you just know how awkward it is for him to look at the shelves and search for the pads you need. even if you have jotted down some notes for him (brand name, what kind of pad, etc), he'd still freak out! there were times when he'd bring you the wrong type of pads because he panicked after an old lady complimented him for being such a caring boyfriend while he was quietly searching for pads & just grabbed whatever was in front of him lmao regardless, you're just really thankful he's always willing to run the errand for you despite getting easily embarrassed and would just make use of whatever pad he brings home.

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kyonoc · 7 months

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G and KK's obsessive habits.

possibly trigger warning for KK being an absolutely delusional, a walking talking menace of the society, mention of stalking; psychics ghost stories and very superstitious thing (or whatever english word call it) that you may not buy. proceed at your own risk

whew, never thought that I needed to put that in one of my shitpost but ah, well, also maybe bad formatting bc this is my first time posting with PC tumblr and wall of text bc i got lost in my thoughts-. not properly proofread

Does the G I mentioned every now and then use tumblr? Yes, he does. Does he know about my tumblr account? No, he doesnt (perhaps). But do I know his tumblr account? Yes, I do, and please dont even try to ask why I know it without him revealing it- I noticed I tend to have a tendency to suddenly be obsessive about someone/something and, uh, kind of proceed to cyberstalk them-. Intrigue me and I'll be more than motivated to find out about your likes, dislikes, your other social media, your birthday, what kind of person are you, your favourite rock band member, the user name you used five years ago, some post you posted in the 2010s and is deleted but still is archived somewhere on the internet because digital footprints sucks.

disclaimers: by all mean i do not condone this type of behavior. I do it is not the same as it being a right thing to do folks

It doesnt help that most people dont care/dont know about online privacy and security; and i have a knack for analyzing stuff, along with an observant personality. Doesnt take a rocket scientist to piece things together.

And Im interested in human and their business too. I cant help but keep sticking my nose in everything (the details about it is sitting in one of my shitpost drafts but, uhm, in short I'm just curious about human in general). What are they thinking? Can I find their thought patterns? Can I predict their reactions and possibly actions base on this information that I have collected about them? Why do they like this? Why do they write things like this, talk about this topic, have this speaking manner, phrase thing like this? Why do they express themselves like this? What do they mean they have something with something about something? Is this related to their background/childhood? Where do they come from? How did they come to develop such a personality? Alhaitham is absolutely right, everything is connected. You only need to take time to sit back and think. If you cant piece things together, then you can just use elimination to find your answer.

While I'm not insanely good at this detective game and can correctly deduct everything everytime (bc im no genius), I can still have a pretty good guess about the matter and an overall idea about said person.

(oh btw I dont like G romantically or something. Like i said in another post, i think the haitham verse one, I struggle to find myself loving someone genuinely in a romantically manner. G to me is an older sibling figure in which I happen to be obsessive about.) (nevermind that phrasing make it even more weird. what am I talking about I am weird)

(Also, just a feeling without any based logic, but I believe G may or may not know about this already)

I also tend to have a tendency to be super protective/possesive about what I see as mine. Mainly about objects and more abstract, non-physical stuff rather than people, which Im grateful for. Because I'll be most likely to k-ll that person (or track them down first before doing so), and then k- myself. Other mean of keeping them alive is possible, but it's too tedious and require too much effort anyway. Wont it be easier if we all rejoice in the afterlife, if it even exists?

Luckily that it wont happen anytime now lol. But for an explanation..

My good guess is its because I'm usually the one to give away too much without ever receiving in return, including willing to ignore my needs, preferences, feelings and gave up on my comfort for others. Which led me to be very very territorial/protective with what I decided that I wont share, or sacrifice.

While Im good with picking apart other people's stories, I dont even know why Im so... abnormal like this. I have vague guesses but nothing solid (and yet im supposed to be a therapist in the near future). Is this concerning? Yes, very, if you experience these tendencies and feelings/thoughts like me, please go visit a counselor/therapist asap. I'm just very well aware of my limits and my possibilities, and I dont see myself actually committing something that can be classify as "an actual menace to the society" anytime soon, so Im just chilling around. But if you are unsure, seek help. This is not something to be normalized nor is it fine.

Im not a goofy ah person i swore Im veri sirius!! G pls keep looking at me being scholarly pls? i even brought back the "an interesting fact about our world a day" series for u.. Im capable of talking in a more nerdy and science-y way if thats what u want? ill go far n beyond for u G u deserve better so pls be happi why do i sound like a lovesick yandere ew this would have been the tag ramblings but I dont want to accidentally tag sth people do search about bc this will not be a secret hideout anymore by then oh uh i just realize an unstable therapist sound SUPER concerning... d-dont worry?? I have really good self control, I promise

KK.

Post script KK here because I realized I forgot to add the superstitious part. Maybe it's because I'm so unstable that my suitor from the afterlife is also unstable lol. I couldn't really find an English word for it aside from paranomal romances made by the wattpad users, but basically a ghost decided he would like to have a crush on me. Or what would the term in my native language literally translate to, "afterlife lover/fate". I had suspicions before, but it wasn't confirmed until I told G about this and he said it is 🙈

So the story is: There was a period of time that I dreamt of this man who kept taking me out on dates and hangout/lingering in my dreams. I don't remember my opinion about him back then, but I do vaguely remember being interested in him. I mean, if a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in your dream several times, take you on date, and treat you nice, won't you be curious at least?

Well until he actually invited me back to his home and meet his parents (his mother to be specific).

That was one of the wildest dream I have ever had. It bewildered me so much I still remember it as clear as day till now. His family seems to like me, and decided we should have a marriage on the spot or something. I remember protesting (of course??), but ended up getting trapped in his house, and uh I kinda forgot/woke up after that. But after that day, all I ever dream about is I'm being chased by someone (I'm assuming him or his servants-), always on the run. There were so many failed escape attempts, but I remember the last time uh, I dream of such, I ran away with 3 children that god forbid is mine. After that I stopped the habit of writing/recording my dreams, and don't really remember much anyway.

Well, I assume the mysterious guy gave up or something. But turn out he is still very much here 🙈 I did a tarot reading with Mei (not the OC, my tarot deck. She's 7 this year, yay!!). She also confirmed that, yes, I have a ghost that love me. I asked G for more information after that, but he only gave me the description of the guy's appearance and didn't elaborate further (which lowkey checks out with my dream btw, I don't exactly remember his face). Mei did gave me some descriptions about his personality tho, with them being "possessive" (which will explain the second mark this time in between my thighs that looks awfully similar to a hickey), and a guy of science and/or art. Mhmm, it's not like Mei is not reliable, I'm just not a good tarot reader nor I am a good psychics. Mei did tell me more, but I'm sucks so.

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joyliiejolly · 2 years

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As a lover - SEVENTEEN's Vernon

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purpose only, so please take it as a grain of salt and live laugh love all the way besties!!

This reading is done by my friend @bluerabb (she usually doesn't post any reading on her blog and she wants me to post them here so please considerate follow my blog if you want to read more from her ^^). I took note during her reading, proofread and added some of my own thoughts along.

Without futher ado, enjoy the reading!

Happy birthday to our Little Prince 💙💖

The cards:

Tyldwick Tarot: Six of Wands, Page of Wands, The Lovers (clarified by The Moon and Ten of Swords). At the bottom: The Devil.

Cosmos Tarot and Oracle: The Devil, King of Swords, Eight of Cups (rx)

Being in love with Vernon is so easy and comfortable, so young and free, so simple and sincere, it's is like being in love with your best friend.

The man might seem chill and carefree all the time but when it comes to love, Vernon is actually quite active, which makes it kinda obvious when he is in love (he will be a little OOC :D). He would do things that he wouldn't do to others. He would be the one who makes the first move and initiates all the interactions. He wants people around him to know his person, how proud he is of them and their relationship. He would brag about them to his friends lol. He is like a kid, telling people about his favorites with so much enthusiasm. He will celebrate every milestones of the relationship. And he will definitely be the first one to congratulate his lover whenever they achieve anything.

Vernon sees his lover and their relationship as an inspiration to many of his ideas in work and in life in general. His love is his muse. He will talk to them a lot, about his day, his work, and his music.

He doesn't have much experience in love, but poor boy, he has gone through the some tough shits. He might never really been in a normal relationship before. He has been hurt, someone might have told him that he's a little bit different and they can't accept his feeling because of it. This leads to his insecurities. He thinks of himself is someone who is hard to love, that people won't be able love him for who he is, that he has to hide a big part of himself to be loved and accepted :( That's why, when the one he like/love accepts his confession/proposal, it feels like winning a big award for him, and if they shows him that they love him dearly, wholeheartedly, he will worship them and the land they walk on (y'all I can't with this-). And he doesn't ask for much. You don't need to make it fancy, show him grand gestures, using big words for him to feel happy and satisfied in a relationship. He's just happy that someone loves him (my boyyyyy TTTTTT).

He does have a possessive side to him, due to his insecurities. At the beginning of the relationship, he might have some issue with jealousy and self-esteem. But once he feels safe and comfortable with the relationship, even tho he would still get jealous, he will keep it cool, since he knows that his person ain't gonna for fall anyone else now.

The Universe already has someone for him, who is made for loving him. But in order for them to meet, he himself must believe that he is worth of loving first.

He might has a mature mindset in love but the way he acts on it is pretty much like a young teenage boy, all fluffy and goofy. He tries to not think much of the future, of whatever obstacles might come to his relationship. He wants to fully live in every single moment with his love one. He will be the one to open up his lover's world, show them many new things, let them see many new aspects of life, and guild them on their way of changing their perspective.

Vernon is an attentive lover. He will be very careful around his person. He will observe them, notice all the details about them, and taking mental notes. All of that just for him to know when to make a move, how to act, what to do to make his person happy. He will be extra focused on whatever his lover gotta say. They can just said something out of the blue just for one time, but he's gonna remember it for infinity.

For his love language, again, PHYSICAL TOUCHHH. Gifts giving, too, they often are handmade by him. Another type of things that he would gift his lover is a small, cute and unique thing for house decoration (like a vintage flower pot, a mattress with funny patterns, a picture frame in a shape of an animal,…you know what I mean?) He would also give his person love letters every so often, and he's gonna handwriting them (my heart can't take this any more). You know how much he enjoys watching cute cats videos? Yeah, he's definitely gonna send them to his person so they can cry about how cute the cats are together. Both of them could be co-parenting a pet, too.

#seventeen tarot #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen vernon #svt #svt vernon

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m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s · 3 years

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okay, so did i really write a whole one-shot, a whole 2,218 words on literally dancing with Hunter to a song from Cinderella?

uh, yeah, i did lol :) and i have no shame because this is the longest fic i have written to date, and i am very proud of it :D also, this happens to be my first fic with a female reader, so that’s cool :) i am actually really proud of my gender neutral reader x character fics, and i am so grateful you guys enjoy my writing as much as i do, it warms my heart to see your comments and reblogs, silly tags, the whole nine yards makes me so happy :D

also, i recommend looking up the slowed version of this song on youtube, and listening to it when you get to the dancing scene lol

enjoy my goonies ❤️🥰☺️

Hunter x F!Reader One-Shot: Hunter was not very fond of Senate events, especially ones that his team had to go undercover for. His hair pulled back into a bun, a formal suit that made his skin crawl. Long hours of waiting, only for nothing to happen, tiring nights forgotten within the next day. When he saw his princess in that lovely dress though? Well, perhaps tonight would be a night worth remembering.

Genre: BLISS, PURE BLISS, FLUFF

Warnings: Some weirdo dude trying to get you to dance with him, but nothing happens, kissing, but like I said, nothing crazy happens.

Word Count: 2,218 words, 12,007 characters

*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation. I also do not own anything in relation to Cinderella 2015, only my own words and descriptions.*

GIF is from @kybacrystal

Song: Le Valse De L'amour

(Proofread)

I know those feelings run deep under the surface, your eyes show the warm soul you have. Please, tell me everything, all the love and affection, and I’ll return everything into your heart just the same. - Moons

~ The One In The Blue? She’s Mine ~

Hunter had realized over the years that he really didn’t like people who were not his fellow batch mates or you, the people who he was around every single day. People who loved and cared about him as much as he did them.

Actually, he didn’t like anyone outside of his squad, period.

Especially when he received orders that he was going to have to take the squad to work undercover at a Senate ball to ensure the safety of the Senators.

His brothers always tried to calm him down, try to give him something to think about as they prepared for the mission. They would try to tell him that maybe it wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be, maybe it would be different from the last time they were sent undercover.

He never believed them though.

Well, that was until tonight.

It started as usual, Senators from all over the Galaxy coming through the golden doors of the ballroom. Flashy decorations of ruby reds, sapphire blues, and amber browns placed in all the right spots. Several crystal chandeliers twinkled with life as people laughed and talked the night away. Lights illuminated faces almost long forgotten, highlighting glasses of wine and champagne that were sipped from with care. Music playing at a medium pace, instruments strummed and keys pressed to create the perfect song for a ball.

Then there was Hunter.

Long hair usually kept back by his famous bandana, now tied up in a bun on his head. Little wisps that couldn’t quite stay framing his face, highlighting the warm, toasted fawn eyes that glanced around the lavish room. A charcoal gray suit donning a darker silk on the collar to compliment the jacket. A pale white undershirt closed at the top with a black tie, and a pair of slacks to finish off the look.

He couldn’t breathe.

The suit was too tight, itching his skin, leaving invisible trails of discomfort that burned deep into his skin. Neck covered in sweat, senses sporadic as he tried to stop himself from raking his hands through his styled hair. He gripped the glass of champagne in his hand tighter, knowing if he put more pressure, the glass would surely shattered into pieces. Eyes still searching, checking, checking again, making sure there was no imminent threat ready to rear its head into the lively event taking place.

He caught sight of his youngest brother across the room, chatting with a few Senators who seemed most displeased as they listened to him ramble about anything and everything. Decked out in a navy blue suit, goggles still framing his face, hands moving wildly as he explained something.

Wrecker and Crosshair were on lookout, nowhere to be seen in the immediate area.

“At least they don’t have to wear a suit,” Hunter bitterly thought to himself.

He continued his glance around the room, looking out for any signs of danger, taking sips out of his glass in hopes to relieve his inner turmoil. Women dressed in different gowns, all following the same design or pattern. The men dressed in suits similar to him and his fellow brother. People crowded in their own groups, only to move within minutes to another. He kept searching, eyes scanning everything until-

Hunter almost spit out the champagne in his mouth when his eyes landed on you.

You had come in later than the rest of the Batch, saying you needed more time to get ready, words yelled from behind the refresher door. They didn’t question it, telling you that they were going to get a head start. You had just told them to go, shouting that you would catch up.

He hadn’t even noticed you come in.

Oh, Maker.

Your dress was an open neckline, the sleeves of the bodice wrapped around your shoulders gently. Little butterflies placed delicately on the fabric as your collarbones stood out against the royal blue. More fabric going the length of your body, pooling out in a gown as it barely touched the floor. Layers upon layers hidden underneath the outermost layer of the deeper, true blue tulle. Tiny glitters that shimmered under the light from the chandeliers, hair donning the same small glitters. Skin that glowed from the twinkling of your dress, a smile gracing your lips as you gazed out into the crowd of people. A slow sway embracing your figure as the musicians finished the current song they had been performing.

A princess.

Hunter’s past worries had completely disappeared, focusing solely on you.

It was some other man who had sauntered up to you, clearly tipsy from the multiple drinks he had just had. Drunken grin laced on his face, an arm casually wrapping around your shoulder, though you were quick to duck away. He approached you again, words coming from his mouth that Hunter could hear as he stood only a few feet away.

He didn’t even know he was walking towards you, until your eyes met his at the sound of shoes hitting the marble floor.

“Come on, pretty girl, just-”

“May I have this dance?”

It was a soft, yet stern demand that had left his mouth at the sight of you. The soft smile you felt grow on your lips as you nodded once towards the Sergeant, your stomach flipping wildly up and down at the interaction. A disgusted grunt left the drunken man next to you, reaching to grab your other arm.

You were too quick though.

You had settled your hand into his instantly, allowing him to whisk you away to the dance floor, leaving the man in your departure. He was long gone.

Hunter was your only focus now.

He had led you right to the middle, a single spot open just for the two of you as others mingled around the empty space. As if you two were meant to be together in that spot.

A warm hand settling on your waist, a step of his foot that brought him closer to you. A smile so warm on his lips that the butterflies adorning the dress you wore fluttered straight into your stomach, flapping madly.

It was confusion that settled on your face, realizing there was no music to dance to. The previous song you had been so entranced by, only to be interrupted by that rude man. Hunter continued to stare at you with a loving gaze, not noticing the pull of your eyebrows in a questioning look.

“Hunter, there’s no music.”

He only chuckled quietly, another smile pulling at his lips.

“Just wait.”

It was then that the sound of the instruments finally ran out into the room.

They played softly at first, quiet.

Then it was the start of a sway. He led you of course, shifting from right to left with ease.

He moved as if he had been doing this his whole life.

As the music continued, he moved you out to his side, arm framing your waist for only a second before he roped you back into his other arm. The music began to pick up in speed slightly, his arm not holding your waist coming to lift your arm up and down, like a bird beating its wings. He moved it higher, sharper, removing his other hand from you, tucking it behind his back in a quick motion.

A spin brought you back into him, arm cradled against his chest gently, though he was quick to take it and twirl you away from him. Coming back as fast as you had left his warmth, only for him to take your arm gently as you faced backwards, casting you afar once again.

The giggle that came from your mouth as your dress swirled around you? Those butterflies from your dress must have swarmed into his stomach too.

You were grabbing his arm gingerly now, twisting away just to take a hold of his arm again as you rotated in a circular motion around the dance floor. It was quiet now, gazes all upon you as people began to back away, realizing you needed your space.

You broke from him, taking his hand in yours as you turned around to him, arms going up to the sky before coming back down to stretch themselves out again. Going around him once again, his hand leading yours to the ceiling before bringing it back down for a second time.

The music continued, louder and quicker.

You were in awe of Hunter.

In an instant, each of your hands grasped the other’s arms gently. You both were whirling around the room now, people quickly moving and stepping away to create more space.

Stepping a few feet, the slant of your head as it swooped in a graceful motion. Hunter changed the direction of your dance, still leading you all the same. Repeating the same steps, more laughter tumbling from your mouth as he took your hand and spun you around.

The music wound around the two of you, allowing you to step with ease as it changed and echoed through the grand room. Hunter brought you back to his chest again, only to cast you out to the side of him. Your arms poised, one hand laced in his while the other extended out.

Faster, pulling you in and out. Finally bringing you to his side as he held one of your arms out, the other hand placed atop your own at your waist. He pulled you back to him, hands holding your arms faintly as he spun you round and round for what felt like the millionth time.

You wouldn’t stop for anything though, no matter how many times you’d spun.

The swishing of your dress came to the crowd, people gasping in wonder as they backed up more, still watching as you two danced elegantly across the ballroom.

The smile on your lips was so wide, your cheeks began to ache with pure joy.

Hunter brought you back to the middle, spinning you out once before taking you close. Shifting to the right, suddenly grabbing your waist as he lifted you up off the ground for only a second. Your laughter rang out into the air, both of your smiles glowing in the dazzling light.

He took you out with one arm, reeling you back in. Hands grasped yours, spinning around like there was no one there. As if there could be no one watching, just a prince and a princess dancing through the night.

Perhaps you were meant to dance in the middle of the room that night.

He twirled you around, letting go for only a second, before appearing at your side once again. Repeating it again, taking you into his arms. Except this time, he fully picked you up, raising you up as your gown fluttered through the air.

Back in the middle, only to raise you up and spin you around. Coming down to meet his eyes, pure adoration staring back at you. His smile showed the elation that was pumping straight through his heart.

The music slowed, and he brought you in, arms taking yours.

A dip, him taking you back up in seconds, separating apart as you slowly bowed to the other.

A final beat, and then applause.

Shock was the first feeling you could register as people cheered all around you. It was as if he had learned this on Kamino, surprising you with a hidden talent that you didn’t know he had until now. Mouth agape as you tried to form words, though nothing could come out.

A chuckle and the warmth of his hand returning to yours.

“Later, my sweet princess. I’ll tell you later.”

He led you away from the dance floor, greeting Tech as he was informed that no activity had happened while he was preoccupied.

You nuzzled into his side, tightening your grip on his hand as the same drunken man from before appeared from the sea of people. Hunter felt your emotions change, and he looked up to find the same sight as you.

He took your other hand in his gently, gazing at you as he turned back to the creep from before. A sound close to a growl came from his throat as the man came closer, Hunter pulling you flush against him in response.

“You see this princess here in the blue? She’s mine.”

The kiss he leaned in to give you was so passionate, lips meeting in a flurry of heat and love. An angered yell, and the running of the man as he took away from the two of you.

Hunter pulled away to find your eyes still closed, a small smile on your lips. The ones he had just pressed his own too, showed that he loved them as much as he said he did.

“My prince,” you said quietly, finally opening your eyes.

He smiled, and dove back in for another kiss, your scent filling his nose. The splash of blue from your dress left his gaze as he closed his eyes in contentment.

His sweet princess in his arms at last, donning a blue so beautiful as the smile on her lips, remembering this night for years to come.

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huening-taz · 3 years

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Ateez reaction to having a petite s/o

Warnings: mentions of a specific body type, but it is a fluffy scenario :) Seonghwa does have a suggestive part, and Mingi has a swear (f bomb)

Requested: Yes (Requests are open so feel free to request!)

Disclaimer: not proofread

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Hongjoong:

Listen here Hongjoong knows what it's like to be shorter than some people okay but we love him dearly as always. He understands certain struggles of being teased by others that are taller than him so luckily, he doesn't tease you so much. But he does coo at how cute you can be at times. It usually comes with you wearing oversized clothes, if you ever do.

Seonghwa:

Now... I think we all know what I am about to say... Seonghwa has a size kink, like he has to. Do you see him? He takes advantage of that when it's time to get intimate, however, everywhere else he treats you like normal. He knows you can't reach certain things when you go shopping so he will just reach them for you without asking.

Yunho:

Yunho is clearly obviously a very tall man, there is no denying. Even his hands are big, so he would 100% compare them to yours almost daily, maybe even multiple times a day. He will always always always hold your hand whenever you are anywhere because he claims he doesn't want "to lose his baby in the crowds of very tall people" Since you are petite, Yunho would literally force a jacket onto you because he thinks it is the cutest thing in the whole world.

Yeonsang:

Okay so I don't think that Yeosang will do much, as in teasing or whatnot. He tries to let you do your own things and makes you reach for things instead of just doing it for you or waiting to ask. But sometimes he has these moments where he is spending time with you, whether it is shopping or what, he will just notice how petite you actually are. Like you will both be shopping for clothes and he will go :0 because he forgets all the time lol

San:

Okay San would tease you SOME, like not a lot. I know it's a surprise, but I really feel like he would coo at you more than tease. He will just give you this look whenever you are doing something, and then you can just feel all of his love. He also always wonders how in the world you could possibly fit all of your love for him inside of your body. I say this because he knows exactly how much you love him, you had been good with making him understand it.

Mingi:

(him with you lol) No but seriously, you know that scene in Deadpool where Ellie (Negasonic Teenage Warhead) has her girlfriend and Deadpool is just straight up like "what in the fuck knuckles is this" "she's my girlfriend you intolerant shit" "Whoa pump the hate brakes fox and friends. I'm just surprised anyone would date you especially pinkie pie from my little pony." This is everyone with you and Mingi solely because of your height differences. Like literally, he has to bend all the way down to kiss you, but he loves it, and he would not have it any other way. There has been a time or two where someone will go "aw look at the big brother treating his little sister" and you just get weirded out and walk away leaving Mingi to deal with it lol

Wooyoung:

I literally love this literally so much :") Now Wooyoung will tease you, unless you show that is is bothering you too much, then he will stop. However, you two will be shopping and you will be in the children's section for shoes and just laughs at you. Or he will be moving your shoes to the side at home and go "who let a child into the house, I don't recall knowing any children coming over??" He will say this the first time on accident because of your tiny shows (T_T) but now he just says it as a joke. He will literally pretend to be one of the stepsisters from Cinderella, pretending that his foot is just too big to fit in your shoe.

Jongho:

I have heard of Jongho in the past being insecure about his body type, like his height and whatnot, so I fell like a shorter s/o will be perfect for him :) He loves you so much, but he fully believes in the "short people have more anger and are scarier than everyone else" stereotype so he doesn't really tease you. He doesn't make a big deal out of it either, like yes he will coo at you because it's you and he loves you but like, that's pretty much it. Jongho is a sweetie and he will only take the opportunity to tease you when he knows he just can't pass it up. Also, he has gone through your closet looking for one of his shirts and he just pulls out one of your gawking at it.

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#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez timestamps #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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syubub · 3 years

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May 13th Reading

Definitely long awaited and way bigger than I intended it to be so buckle up.

Funky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Oh boy. The continuation of yoongis soulmate saga.

(Note frome future me: it's not proofread but I'm hungry. Sorry for mistakes!)

So so so so

Let's start.

I started with all the normal jazz. Connecting with his energy and shit. Same as usual same old same old. Platform= same same. I was like, "hey, let's talk about your soulmate and the whole may 13th shit" and we connected via energy stringy thing to the forehead and such. I was intresting bc my end of the string was kinda my energy color! Neato. Looks like some rest has really done me good!

Okay, here's where I start actually asking shit. I made notes at this point before the reading as I usually do. I'm just gonna insert the screen shot here.

The 14 thing really fucked me up. You'll see later. Also, when I got the whole Pisces Jupiter thing I had to do me some googling bc we established that Jupiter went into Pisces ON May 13th so I was like?? Am I missing something?

I was. I forgot that it goes retrograde and then co.es back to Pisces on December 28th. And I do indeed think it to be significant.

The shit about temperance makes a lot of sense. In yoongis first soulmate read I flipped my shit bc he was like, "You're gonna get temperance reverse" in regards to a card for his soulmate and I was like "pft whatever. Don't play me like that"

And then I got temperance reverse. It's been a significant card from the jump.

I asked him if he had any advice for his soulmate and that's what "Don't wait for big things, you'll miss the small ones that lead you to bigger things" and "Look for facts before assuming" and "Don't try pushing it, forcing it won't make sense" and "A spade is a spade/ ace is an ace" and "Don't make ill informed guesses" all were

Now this part:

"Union has happened , yet to on the physical"

Gave me some hints thankfully because he straight up said no more hints.

This ties back into the whole Jupiter thing too. The seeds are/ have been planted and now they have to grow before they can be harvested.

Well Mr. Yoongi, I'm impatient and I don't want to wait. I want to see you in love pronto.

Anyways

He showed me a little dream box/ trinket box looking thing and a super vague Keychain with no further explanation... so... there's that I guess.

I can't quite decide if "Don't make ill informed guesses" was a tongue-in-cheek pike at me or if it was genuine advice to his soulmate? He just loves to not explain things.

Now let's begin the monster read.

So. The first row of cards

I asked the question, "what the fuck was May 13th and what was it's purpose in regards to your connection"

Important is what it was lol. I interpret this as them finding their footing and this being the starting point of the genuine foundation being layer. Like they've been manifesting eachother for a while but May 13th marked the start of them making the real life changes in their actual lives that will be the set up for them meeting.

The seven of coins is about thoughtful planning and creating security/ stable plan. The tower is essentially ripping away anything and everything that was built on unstable foundation and challenging/ testing your character (an extremely rude awakeing if you will). Judgement is releasing the past so you can rise above it and confronting yourself as you are (Also legit awakening) the queen of coins is financial security and self confidence in your abilities. Ten of coins is prosperity and abundance and most of all, stability. Eight of wands is explosion of potential and rapid movement. Temperance is awareness and balance between physical and spiritual. It's also that quiet peace where you find balance.

So. Seeing all those cards it really does seem like maybe his soulmate took on something new that could lead straight to union? Same for yoongi. I'd like to analyze and recent or new-ish habits or hobbies he's picked up?

Moving right along though. I asked what the 13th did for each of them in their personal life and personal journey. Kinda like what came as a result of that energy? Let's start with yoongles

This was really intresting to me. I think he definitely gained some form of clarity about the situation with that sun card. The 5 of cups tells me that either he was kinda forced to confront some of his flaws in a way that he was trying to avoid or he had to consciously let go of something dear to him? Could be something he had to leave behind because it crumbled with the tower moment but he didn't see it coming or didn't know that it was time to part with it? With that queen of wands though fits beautifully with the sun! Its like he's found warmth after a long winter. Definitely found a spark of compassion and generosity from a place of happiness and love rather than anger, fear, obligation or pitty.

I asked for clarity cards/ anything else that may 13th signified bringing in and we got the 2 of cups and 10 of swords. I have two thoughts. Either he let go of a relationship that he was already in because he didn't feel as though they were particularly compatible anymore (Also ties into the above section) OR the 13th had made him very much consciously aware of his soulmates incoming status and he is now preparing and working on himself for when this person comes. The 10 of swords would be him releasing the past and the pain and any ill fitting behavior that don't vibe with him any longer. Yellow really seems to be working for him by the way.

Soulmate time

Lol. All signs point to his soulmate genuinely starting a new venture. New creative pursuit that will bring them good money. 10 of pentacles is abundance, prosperity and stability. The ace of wands is a new creative spark and passion and it's the first big steps into something new. The 2 of wands is "the world is in the palm of your hands" vibes. Choices need to be made swiftly and with the ace of wands I think they will be. With the heirophant too, it will be a well informed decision because they've been manifesting this and has been searching for all the possible information.

As for clarity, we have the moon. Damn. Soulmates been doing that shadow work. Dredging up all their bullshit and getting rid of it while still taking the time to sit with it and release it so nothing is unresolved. Also probably extra creative due to all the emotional baggage being thrown out. (Definitely helping with the ace of wands vibes tbh)

Now for the bad boys in the middle

The question I asked is what those individual changes (detailed in the last two sections) will bring for the bond and I just can with them. These fuckers. I am so invested in their love story bc it's so... them? And just so fucking ROMANTIC. UGH I CAN'T.

Back to the point. High priestess, 4 of wands and the lovers. The high priestess is deep knowing and insane intuition, the 4 of wands is the purest joy and marriage and the lovers is well, the lovers.a magical union.

FUCK DUDE I NEED THIS TO BE A ROMCOM.

For the row of bottom cards

I asked if they had anything at all to add so I'm gonna explain each card individually bc I think they could be individual tid bits of shit.

Knight of coins is good news about finances/ money looking promising and organized work (also dependability!!). Death is all about transformation, the beginning of a new chapter and accepting in order to move foward. Ace of coins is spiritual and material abundance and also a reminder to keep grounded. Page of swords is confidence, important news coming and really good insight! Roots out secrets or hidden things like a truffle pig. The star is promising potential, healing and guidance from an enexpected place. The two of cups is a soul connection, love, intuition especially in regards to another person and a good bind. The emperor is self awareness, foresight, fearlessness to achieve a goal and confidence. Eight of coins rev is poor discipline and skating by on low effort.

Now to the sides!

Yoongi is the left, soulmate is the right.

So, let's begin with yoongi. The first two cards are anything he wants to say to his soulmate. Wheel of fortune and three of swords reverse. I take this as "its all in divine time/ it's destiny" (wheel of fortune) and "trust your intuition. It's okay to get hurt, you just need to remember you can always pick yourself up" (3of swords rev.)

We have now cards that I asked what he was learning through this process/ in this time. Be positive and first step.

The last two cards are affirmations he wants to give his soulmate.

"When I introduce joy to a situation, I change the vibrational frequency of what's happening around me" and "directing my focus onto what's thriving creates more of what I want"

Now for soulmates cards (same structure)

Strength and eight of swords. "You're stronger than you think. Take every part of yourself and acknowledge it. You're a force to be reckoned with" (strength) and (soulmate snapped at him on this) "the only thing holding you captive is you."

Now we have peer pressure (I think soulmate is learning to say "fuck you" and "fuck off" to people who have a set idea of how everyone should be living their lives), emotional healing and open your arms to receiving.

Then we have "its good to feel good" (lol I feel like yoongi definitely needs this one) and "when I connect to the spiritual realm, I open the door to recieve divine guidance, clear direction, and great wisdom"

The last stretch my friends.

So. Completion, leave behind the things that no longer serve you. Exist in the present and don't keep mulling over the past or any future happenings. Magic, pay attention to the magic around you. Listen for the signs of the universe and take them as they come (essentially listen to divine guidance) . Be open minded but logical as well. Luminous warrior, try focusing on the good in yourself instead of berating yourself for every small flaw. Spiritual path, self explanatory. The blade, your power can be a weapon when used willy nilly (most often wounding the wielder) or it can heal. Don't fear it but also consider how you choose to utilize it. The give away, be greaful for the sake of being greatful for it, not because you want something in return. The rain maker, manifestation station. Create with the tools you have because you have everything you need in order to manifest. "Don't take life personally"

Now we have heaven sent.

""Let yourself be helped" assistance is coming your way so act on it and say yes"

" This Oracle also comes with the message that you are to trust in the things that you feel and say to others without knowing why. It moves them. You might not understand, but through trust you are allowing yourself not to overthink and censor yourself. As such you are able to become a vessel through which the spiritual gift can be passed on to others. Don't block yourself. Let life happen through you. Only benefit can come from this."

And free from judgment, free to love

" If you have been asking life for a solution to a specific difficulty you have been having, this Oracle comes with the message that a solution is in gestation right now. This situation is already being sorted out and the resolution will come to fruition very soon. Hold tight and wait for the eminent birth of that resolution."

" This Oracle also brings you a message about love. You may find that you are loving, or soon will love, in a different way. You may worry about this love, given that it defies what you have known or been taught about love. Perhaps you are becoming able to love another tremendously, even though you don't have much of a personal relationship with them. You might question if this love is real. It is real Kama it is just happening at a different level to the love and attachment you experience when you are involved in a personal relationship with someone. It is not more or less, it is just a different facet of love. It may be that you are opening up to love the planet and her creatures, including the animals, the ocean dwelling life, your own body, the trees and so on, more than before period you may feel passionately purposeful about giving your time and energy to causes that protect and nurture the Earth and her creatures. You are affirmed in this love too. The universal mother is operating through you to nurture life. She will support you in your work, so that you can continue To come from love and not become drained, depleted or lost in despair or fear of futility. Instead, you will be energised and expanded by your dedicated service to life."

" Finally, this Oracle has a message for those who may be feeling alone or lonely in a need of greater nurturing from others. You are asked to stop, relax, centre and settle into your body to feel your connection with life itself. The air in your lungs is the same as the air that moves through the trees. The water in your blood is the same water that fills the oceans and is moved by the phases of the moon. The flesh of your body is the same substance as the body of the Earth itself. The heat in your digestive system is the same fire and heat as that from the Sun. Feel this connection, then do something nice for another without agenda. Make a donation, even if just a small one, smile, say a prayer, sent out a good thought or make a wish for another. That's it. You have connected to life again and in doing so, life can connect with you. And so it shall.

And that's all for the cards but but but.

Someone (either my guide or yoongi) was like, "do a song. Do a song. Do a song." And I was like, "oki doki, sounds good.

So I asked what numbers I should try refreshing and then it hit me. The number 14 came up before the reading and it seemed a bit misplaced? So I did 14 shuffles and look what popped up

You gotta be fucking with me.

Istg these fools will actually be the death of me dude. Euphoria is so romantic and I lowkey feels like it describes a bit of what their bond must be like.

YOONGGGIIII

Anyway,

I came back to the platform to be like, "thanks homie" and it was weird bc he was practically pure energy? Like usually I visualize his energy as what his physical body looks like because it's easier to comprehend? But nope, he was just a big shimmery glob of energy.

As I was going to disconnect, a few things happened. I felt tingly and the platform was vibrating almost? So I was like, "hold on, what the fuck is this?"

And then

It hit me

"MIN YOONGI IS YOUR SOULMATE HERE??"

I could tell this fuckin asshole was smug even in his blue glob form.

The color was... blue like yoongi but also a light lavender/ pink kinda vibe. Pretty damn distinct.

I was so stoked and I thought we'd all get to chat and I could yell at his soulmate for being an elusive asshat

But Mr smug butt had different plans.

My dude dropped a little marble thing in my hand and I was like ??? And he was like, "you'll know when you need it" and I was like ?????

My guide took pity on me and said, "it's just a representation on information that you've been given but it isn't the proper time to unpack it yet"

Cool cool so like and energetic zip file that will release itself whenever it damn well pleases? Cool cool cool.

(Asshole)

Anyway, I genuinely think that my excitement of this whole situation must somehow also influence how yoongis energy handles my prodding? Like what the fuck is this marble bullshit?

To top it all off, he gives me a friendly shove off of his platform.

Thanks, buddy.

Now we are here. And as always, I'm left with more questions.

My main take away is that amay 13th through July 28th will be all the foundation and ground work and December 28th 2021 through May 10th (11th? 9th?) 2022 will be a more likely time for physical union and actual relationship stuffs.

Anyone who knows more about astrology please feel free to chime in on this whole Jupiter in Pisces bit! My understanding is super surface level!!

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That was a big boi and now my thumbs hurt real bad. Hope you were entertained by the chaos.

#bts #bts tarot #bts reactions #yoongi #bts imagines #bts readings #yoongi imagine #bts suga #min suga #suga #min yoongi

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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xiii}

FINALLLY AN UPDATE HAHAHAHUHUHUHU I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG CUZ OF THAT THERE WILL BE 2 CHAPTERS TODAY!

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 12 is already a full-blown deer Chapter 13 is a newborn fawn

word count: 3.9k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know (except you DO know #wreckthe4thwall)

♪Sino ang mag-aakalang mahal kita Sino ang maglalahad ng nadarama♪

♪Bakit hindi alam kung bakit Laging sa akin lumalapit Kahit minsan ako'y nagkulang♪

He doesn’t understand the song, yet for some reason he can relate to it as much as the next foreigner.

Court finds interest in the memphis-patterned wall when you turn away from the counter and stroll to the booth he’s taken. The two of you are in a coffee shop less than a 3-minute drive from the subdivision, you lead them here after you asked if you and Court can talk. The coffee shop is inside a residential area, which Court actually has a room rented as one of their nearby hideouts. Claire is still asleep in the backseat of the car, which is parked right outside of the cafe; he left it locked and running since he has a spare key.

While you ordered warm drinks for the two of you, Court assesses the vicinity. It’s small, up to 20 customers will fit, with 3 tables for two, 2 booths for four, and a counter-table good for four by the window. Two ways in and out. When he has concocted enough shootout scenarios and possible escape plans, his eyes land on you like a rocket to the moon.

You’re still in your thigh-high white socks and black jeans-shorts, except you unfolded the hem to dangle the methodical loose threads. You have switched your white shoes for pink high Chucks and the brown collared-shirt for a peach sweatshirt.

How you look two times younger than your age isn’t what astounds Court. It’s your sprightly hair free from the usual ponytail or braids you always tie it into. He hasn’t seen your untied hair in a while, making him recall that you haven’t been to their house since you began dating Erick. For the reason being Court’s douchey decisions in putting a raincheck on the Friday movie nights.

A forest fire is starting in his chest at the thought of Erick having the privilege to see you out of your cafe uniform every time he wants.

Erick gets to contact you and hang out with you without resistance.

Erick gets to run his hands through your hair while Court sits back and watches like the fool he is.

He gets to take you home or to his place and—

“Hey? Kurt!”

Court blinks, reeling out of his dangerous spiraling stupor, he looks at you and takes the gander. “What is it?”

“You’ve been staring at me for almost two minutes,” you say, stifling a grin.

The wildfire in his chest springs up to his cheeks, he stammers an apology and looks at anywhere but you. A waiter approaches the booth, serving a yellow mug to you and a red mug to Court. “We’ll be behind the counter if you two need anything,” he says and takes his bouncy leave.

“I ordered chai tea latte for both of us,” you lift the mug up, “This is one of the drinks I know you like.”

“Well, I like your blend.” he blurts out, bringing the mug up to his lips, he imagines smacking the mug against the top of his head.

You smile. “Let’s have a taste of their blend, shall we?”

The two of you sip simultaneously, extracting the mug from your lips, you and Court exchange looks. Taking another sip at the same time for confirmation, you lower the mug to the table and sigh.

“Too much milk,” you and Court quietly comment.

Astonishment shortly blooms across your faces before amusement cracks it and the two of you share a laugh. For the next few minutes, the two of you decide to sit in silence and enjoy what you can from the drink.

Court can’t help but think how nice this is. It’s blissful (euphoric, even) to be with you like this.

And it scares him.

No matter how much he wants these moments with you, his inner demons stab his heart relentlessly as punishment and reminder that he doesn’t deserve it—

He doesn’t deserve you.

“Where were you two going?” your sweet-voiced inquiry swats the demons away, and when he makes eye contact with you, his stab wounds have healed.

There’s no point in lying and dragging this infighting out too much.

“To the cafe,” Court pauses, “Because I wanted to see you.”

You’re stunned.

Court sighs. “I wanted to talk to you, too.”

You’re— whatever is the next adjective to stunned. But simultaneously, you’re relieved.

“That’s.. good.” you breathe out, chuckling.

“Let me apologize first for my attitude these past weeks.” he looks you in the eye, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

Your heart flutters, not in a way that should be when someone is asking for your forgiveness . “Apology half-accepted,” you grin, “I’ll accept it wholeheartedly if you increase your tips in the cafe.”

His jaw drops, and if you two were a cartoon, it would’ve dropped on the table and knocked his drink off.

“I’m kidding,” you announce, somehow not reassuringly. “And I’m sorry, too, for being snobbish recently.”

“It’s okay,” says Court, sipping on his drink. “Anyway.. you should talk first.”

You nod, gathering your courage with a collective breath in and out. “Alright… Why have you been avoiding me?” you inquire, brows knotted solemnly.

Now it’s Court’s turn to gather his courage. Inhaling and exhaling through his nose, Court musters an abundance of bravery to hold your gaze.

“You have a boyfriend.”

Huh?

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What does that have to do with anything?" you ask amusedly.

"Everything." Court heavily emphasizes and sighs, "Look, (Y/N), Claire doesn't have a lot of friends and she considers you to be one. But hanging out with her means you'll hang out with me. And I'm pretty sure your boyfriend won't approve."

You frown. "One, he's not my boyfriend, we're just dating. Two, he doesn't give a flying shit about it after a talk we had."

Court huffs. "Well, if you were dating me, I'd give a flying shit about you hanging out with some guy."

For a second, the whole world is quiet. Until the next song gently oozes out of the speakers.

♪Dami pang gustong sabihin Ngunit 'wag na lang muna Hintayin na lang ang hanging Tangayin ang salita♪

You look at Court, who’s looking back just as shocked as you. If not, even more shocked and positively horrified at his subconscious.

“I-I me-mean if I,” he clears his throat, “If I was dating someone, and they were friends with a person they appear very close to, I’d give a shit in a cautious way. I don’t mean to sound possessive or anything, but like, I’d care about who they’re friends with.. okay?”

You’re quiet for several seconds, sipping on your drink before you reply. “Erick cares.. he confessed about being skeptical towards our friendship. But after our talk, he’s okay with you and I—”

His self-control is slipping.

“—and Claire.”

Slipping very fast now.

“... That way, it’s the three of us against the world.”

“Glad to know that,” Court nods and swigs on his drink.

“So,” you trail off, smiling sheepishly. “Are we okay?”

We will be if we just be together.

Court finally imprisons his talkative subconscious. “Yeah, we’re okay.” he answers with a crooked smile.

You narrow your eyes at him, and without warning, you slide out of the booth, stand at his side, and collar him. “Don’t lie to me,” you coldly say, leaning down to threateningly place your face half a ruler away.

The look of terror on his face isn’t from the abrupt invasion of privacy or your cute attempt to be hostile; instead, Court is terrified you’ll read his mind being this up close to him.

Six inches.. your face, your nose, your lips— they’re just six inches away. And six inches is awfully close proximity.

Just as his body begins to move without permission, thankfully you stand upright with a wolfish grin. “Was I menacing enough?”

Court breathes out a laugh, but it’s actually a puff of relief. “Would you like me to be brutally honest?”

“As long as it’s constructive,” you quip, sitting back down across him.

A light bulb pops in his mind and breaks, the light flickering challengingly as he considers the idea. “Okay, well, point to you for the demeanor. It’s very icy. And the way you hold the gaze unblinking, plus the way you take up the space are double points.” says Court, “But of course, being in close quarters with the enemy could leave you vulnerable. So.. best be careful with face-to-face threatening tactics.”

You’re open-mouthed, yet simultaneously amused as a grin tweaks up the corners of your lips. “Were you, like, a secret agent before your graphic designing era?”

His rigid shoulders loosen when he shrugs. “I just like secret agent movies.” he declares nonchalantly.

Part lie, part truth…

“Oh, yeah? What’s your favorite?”

“Woah, that’s tough, but..” Court scratches his head, “I’ll go with Spy.”

“Spy, 2015? The one with Melissa McCarthy?” you question with eyes about to burst with glitter.

Court grins. “And with Miranda Hart, Rose Byrne, Jason Statham, and—”

“Jude Law!” you finish his sentence with him, though you’re more enthusiastic than he is. “If there’s an action/comedy film that I would sleep with, Spy would be that movie. I am crazy in love with it!”

“Better not let your boyfriend know that,” he snickers.

You scoff. “Like he’ll complain when he’s getting some.”

The universe may as well be positively against Courtland Gentry. Because he’s in the middle of drinking from his chai tea latte when you explicitly hinted that you’re having sex with the guy you’re dating.

Court feels as though the warm drink has become sentient and decides not to meet its maker, slapping his throat with the force of 500 pounds in the attempts to escape the esophagus. He coughs horribly, facing away from you, he covers his mouth with his arm.

“Are you okay?” you worriedly ask, jumping out of the booth, you stand beside him. “Kurt, are you okay? You sound asphyxiated.”

“I’m—” Court is cut off by another fit of cough.

You’re careful when you reach to soothe and pat his back, while your other hand gently grips on his shoulder. Court can’t focus on your hands on him at first, that’s why he’s slightly thankful that he’s still recovering from choking. But as his bodily reflex begins calming down, Court wonders if you’ll stay this close to him if he pretends.

However, self-control gets the best of him.

Breathing out a sigh, he composes himself and looks up at you. “Thanks, (Y/N).. I’m fine now.” he says and absentmindedly pats your hand on his shoulder. He is quick to realize it, freezing up in the process, leaving his hand atop yours.

“You sure? Can I get you anything?” you question, scrutinizing him from crown to toe.

Court snaps out of his daze, pats your hand again, and reluctantly puts his hand down. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m fine.” he replies with a smile, “And you’ve done enough.”

“Okay.. well,” you slowly pull away from him, “what happened?”

“I think my drink has a grudge on me.”

“What, for consuming it?”

“Something like that.”

“I should be careful with mine, then.”

You return to your seat, glancing out of the cafe, you trace swirling patterns on your plain yellow mug. “You two can go home, you know.. I’ll stay for a bit.”

Court furrows his brows. “Why?— Oh, okay..”

“No, I’m not meeting Erick if that’s what you’re thinking.” you lightly kick his leg.

“Oh…” he tries not to look too happy, “Well, then, I’ll just go check up on Cl— Kiara.”

“Okay! See if she’s awake and hungry.”

Court exits the coffee shop, taking a furtive gander of the block, he unlocks the SUV and hops in. “Claire, wanna go home?” he looks over to the backseat, locking the doors.

She groans. “What’re you talking about? I am home.” and rolls over, smushing her face into the seat.

Court reaches over to see if her seatbelt is secured, and even pokes her shoulder for good measure that she’s deeply in slumber.

“She thinks she’s sleeping at home, so..” he announces when he enters back in the cafe, sidling across from you.

You chuckle. “Really, Kurt, you don’t have to accompany me.”

“Yeah, but I’d love to be with you,” Court internally punches himself across the face. He proceeds to clarify himself, “To accompany you. I mean, we are friends, right? Friends.. do that, accompany each other and shit.”

You smile, the kind that you’re trying to suppress as you’re simultaneously amused yet elated. “Yeah.. and shit,” you say, blissfully looking at him as though you’re about to ask him to marry you.

Court vanquishes the ludicrous thoughts away, slowly finishing his chai tea latte, which now appears menacing for a warm drink. He feels the sweat oozing out the top of his head when you stay silent while you drink, eyeing the coffee shop’s ornaments. You’re beginning to keep your thoughts to yourself. He sees them dancing around your eyes, but he’s not a mindreader; just a guy who would love for you to share your thoughts.

It then hits him like a ten-wheeler truck— horn blaring, bones rupturing, realizing death is happening in just a snap— you’re always the one leading the conversation. During your first moments together, even during the walkie-talkie nights; he’s always waiting for you to say something. Granted, it’s due to his inept social skills, plus he doesn’t want to say anything wrong to you. That’s why he keeps quiet.

But not tonight.

He concludes it’s high time he acts like a man and takes the lead.

“So, what’s your favorite moment in Spy?” Court asks.

The thoughts in your eyes become lively, like celestial bodies showing off in a cloudless starry night. “Is answering.. every moment in Spy is my favorite moment too superfluous?” you ask back with a grin.

“If you put it like that, yeah.”

You laugh— the good kind of laugh.

The laugh that says ‘I’m comfortable with you, and I hope you’re comfortable with me too’.

The laugh that would’ve shot chai tea out of your nose if you had been drinking when he responded.

The laugh that Court wishes he can hear every day.

It’s the most genuine laugh he has heard from you yet. Court wonders if you laugh with Erick like this as well.

This is bad.

Even though it feels right and gives you ecstasy, this is bad.

By this, you mean you and Court— hanging out. It's the first time in a while that you two get to talk, but this is the first time you two talked like this in person. Typically, your conversations with Court occur through radio waves.

That's what made you overlook the situation. The familiarity and comfort. Conversations with Court have always made you feel at ease.

If you're honest, the situation is innocent.

But if you're being more honest, the situation is wrongful.

Because you're starting to realize something you shouldn't. Feeling something you don't know is possible.

And it scares you.

You can't think of any reasons why— why and how it's possible. And that wreaks havoc in your brain as you try to ponder thoroughly about it.

You swirl the drink in your mug by lightly shaking it around. You watch the remaining liquid dance as an excuse to take your eyes off Court. He just asked you when was the last time you went to an amusement park (context: you two were fangirling about the Final Destination franchise).

"I guess.. 7 years?" you chuckle, "My parents surprisingly know I love amusement parks and decide we go to Universal Studios Japan after my graduation."

“I’ve been there once,” he pauses, averting his gaze just as a vivid memory flickers in it. “Ten years ago.”

You open your mouth to probe, but he beats you to it. “I thought you hadn't traveled to another country before?” he inquires puzzledly.

“Well, that was more like visiting Japan, not really my definition of traveling.” you shrug.

“And how was the USJ for you and your family?”

You try to search his eyes, finding no evidence of the memory he just recalled, you yield and recall your own memory of the popular theme park. “Shockingly, we had fun together. It was a rare blue moon event.” you snicker, “We even rode The Flying Dinosaur, which just opened that year, ten times in 1 day.”

Court stays silent, waiting for you to add on either the theme park or your family, but you’re not ready. And you’re certain he’s not ready to hear your family drama yet.

“Sorry,” he says suddenly.

You furrow your brows. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t intend for this conversation to involve your family. You told me once that you didn’t want me to feel bad about telling you anything about me.. and I’d like to say the same to you right now.” Court scratches the back of his head, “I mean.. am I right to think that your family is a sensitive topic?”

“Yeah, they are.. and you’re right. But don’t worry, you didn’t make me feel bad or anything.” you reply with a smile.

“Really?”

“Really.. I’m okay.”

“But your eyes say you’re not.”

You’re astonished. True, any memory or mentions of your family showers you with melancholy; but you did not think you’re showing it explicitly. Because you know you aren’t, yet Court manages to see through your defenses.

“What are you, a psychiatrist?” you nervously laugh, “Okay, okay, here’s a more honest answer.. I’m partly okay and you’re not the reason why I’m not fully okay.”

“But I’m the reason why you’re only partly okay in the first place. I triggered that.” Court frowns.

“Susmaryosep—” you reach over and flick him on the forehead, “Now you’re being more of a drama queen than my inner self. I’m partly okay, Kurt, and I’ll be fully okay once I’ve stabilized my emotions. Stop blaming yourself when I’m already assuring you that you did not hurt me.”

He gawks at you, shocked at your formidability, and you flick him on the forehead again before sitting back down. “Sheesh, is extreme affirmation and a forehead flick your love language?” you grumble, taking a swig of your chai tea latte.

If your exasperation has a form, it would be pops of firecrackers effusing out the top of your head.

Before Court can apologize again, the waiter approaches your booth and informs the two of you that the coffee shop will close in 20 minutes. “Ay sige, ubusin lang namin ito tapos labas na kami. Pasensya na, napatagal kami,” you reply to the waiter with a sheepish smile.

Oh okay, we’ll just finish this and then we’ll go out. Pardon us for taking too long,

“Okay lang po! Sana nag-enjoy naman po kayo sa stay niyo rito!” he beams and whisks back to the counter.

It’s alright! I hope you two enjoyed your stay here!

You whisper to Court to quickly finish your drinks, which is done in less than thirty-seconds, and wait for a minute before skedaddling out of the cafe.

The late-September air attempts to overwhelm you with its chilly embrace, but you’re protected by the remaining warmth of your deceased chai tea latte. You check your things and head to your motorcycle, Court trails after you silently. And when you halt, he halts.

“You know.. if you waited three more years, we might’ve run into each other at USJ.” you quip with a toothy grin, “Who were you with, if I may ask?”

He has trouble looking straight at you as he answers. “Uh.. just some old friends.”

“No lovers?” you tease.

“None,” he shortly laughs, looking straight at you, and now you’re the one having trouble looking at him.

“Well, thank you for accepting my offer and talking it out with me tonight.” you unlatch your helmet from the luggage rack, turning to Court, you smile brightly at him. “Have a good night, Kurt.”

“Don’t you,” he pauses when he sounds too hasty, “Don’t you want to stay the night at our place? It’s almost midnight.”

You hold the ‘yes’ captive in your throat. “No, it’s fine.. the drive home for me will be fast at this time.” you reply with a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with a game of DOS before bed?” Court quips awkwardly.

You laugh. “I’m sure you’ll regret that offer if I beat your ass in DOS.”

The two of you share a laugh, lively sounds mingling and ringing together into one, floating up to the twinkling stars behind the dark clouds. Once the cosmos has been fed by your and Court’s laughter, the two of you stare at each other— you instantly lose track of time at that moment.

You don’t know how, you don’t know why. But those findings somewhat don’t matter because right now, it’s just you and Court.

Except it shouldn’t be.

Because there’s no you and him.

In that sudden realization, you’re the first to snap back to reality. “Say good night to Kiara for me!” you say in a mixture of exclamation and yelping. You put on your helmet, straddle the motorcycle, and boots the stand-up.

“Y-Yeah, I will.” says Court.

You give him a thumbs up. “Alright, good night to you as well, Kurt!” and twist the keys in the ignition.

You’re the first to drive out of the small residential village, halting a few feet away from the highway, and Court rests to your right, lowering the driver window. “Are you sure I can’t at least drive you home?” he inquires with a worried frown.

“Yes, I’m sure.” you chuckle, “Good night, Kurt!”

Looking from left to right, you urge your ride into the highway. You forcefully focus your mind on the drive, because it keeps flashing memories of tonight like a broken record.

Just as you assured Court, you arrive at your apartment in no time. You fish out your phone, call the latest contact on the call list, and grab a pitcher of water from the fridge. The recipient doesn’t answer. After drinking a glass of water, you call again.

[“Hello?”] he groggily answers, probably with both eyes closed.

“Erick, hi, sorry.” you pause, “It’s me, (Y/N).”

[“(N/N)? Babe, why are you calling at midnight? Did your pumpkin explode?”]

“It’s more of the mice literally speaking,” you jokingly say and sit down, lowering your forehead to the edge of the table.

[“Are you okay? Did something crazy abnormal happen to you?”] Erick questions worriedly.

“No, but… Yes, I guess?— I just.. I need to talk to you.”

[“You sound serious. Wanna meet up now?”]

“No, I… I need some time to think.”

He deeply breathes in and out. [“Whatever that is.. it sounds like you made your mind about it already.”]

You stammer. “What do you mean?”

[“C’mon, (N/N).. I’ve known you, what, three years? Albeit, intermittently and through Muro,”] Erick snickers, [“So if you say you’ll be thinking about it, you probably thought about it for a while and finalizing it right now. Plus, we’ve been dating for a month.. that’s enough to know someone.”]

Sitting upright, you breathe out a laugh. “Why do you sound so wise?”

[“Because I’ve always been, doy!”]

“Erick.. can we meet up tomorrow for lunch?”

[“Sure! At the cafe?”]

“I’ll text you the details in the morning. Sorry for calling you abruptly at this hour.”

You can imagine the boyish smile on his smile as he replies. [“It’s alright, babe. See you tomorrow?”]

“See you tomorrow..”

A/N: got nothing except HOPE YOU ENJOY AND CONTINUE STAYING TUNE <;<<333 i am so so very very sorry for not updating in a very long while INTERNSHIP IS A HELLISH YET FUN JOURNEY

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New Home for the Holidays!

happy holidays! and merry christmas to whoever celebrates it!! <3

disclaimer: kinda scared ngl, this is my first piece of writing i’m putting on tumblr. i usually use wattpad (my username is the same it is here if you wanna follow me!), so i’m still learning how to do this lmao. hope you like it! any feedback is appreciated!!!

also... i didn’t really proofread this bc i got impatient and wanted to post it before christmas lol :)

warnings: none, just fluff ;)

gf!y/n spends christmas with harry and his family.

You hear the faint chime of the doorbell ringing from inside the house as you nervously pick at your fingers down at your side. Harry notices the small action, quickly taking your hand to intertwine with his, shooting you a small smile in hopes to calm your nerves.

And it does. For a moment. Until the door swings open and Anne appears on the other side. What finally does put your anxiety to rest is the big, warm hug she pulls you into, a splitting grin adorning her face. You chuckle in surprise (mostly at the fact she hugged you first and not her own son), but return the kind action, nonetheless.

"Oh my gosh! Y/N, my dear, you look gorgeous as always!" She says pulling back just enough to look at your face.

"Thank you! You're looking quite good yourself, Mrs. Twist." You return either a kind smile.

"Oh, none of that. I've told you before, call me Anne," She looks at you with a knowing and playful scowl, waving you off.

"Wow, hello to you too mum," Harry mutters from next to you, plastering a fake pout on his lips.

She softly scoffs, releasing her hold on you and moving to embrace her son.

"You look gorgeous too, Harry. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She jokes, the familiar smirk she holds reminds you of the one your boyfriend pulls so frequently.

When they release from their tight squeeze, Anne steps inside and holds the door open before speaking.

"Well... Don't want you two to freeze out there, come in! I was just fixing a cuppa,"

The warmth of her home heats your frozen fingertips as you enter and your glad to be out of the snow. You love the snow, but since growing up not experiencing it often where you lived makes it a little hard to bear in times like these. You couldn't remember many times you've had a white Christmas before (probably could count on one hand, if your honest), but you've always remembered them being the best ones.

You've always loved the holidays. You loved the cold weather and the time with family. You loved you're yearly family tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve night and taking a picture on the staircase in your childhood home the next morning. You loved making hot chocolate and watching you're family open the presents you got them.

You loved the holidays. But, what you love more than anything, is that this year you get to spend them with Harry.

You've been dating for two years now, but last Christmas, you spent it with your own family, as did he, because it was a bit too soon in y'all's relationship to make that step. However, this year Harry extended the invitation for you to join them and after talking with your parents (and your brother, albeit he didn't care one bit) you accepted the invite. Of course, not without making sure you wouldn't be imposing at all. And with Harry's reassuring words of, wouldn't have asked if we all didn't want you there, and besides, baby, it wouldn't be Christmas without all my loved ones, would it?, you started packing for London.

Harry shrugs off his coat as you both stand in the foyer and you follow suit as a voice shouts from the kitchen.

"Are they here?" A familiar sister calls out excitedly.

You and Harry enter the kitchen and he's immediately pulling Gemma into a bear hug. You look at the sight and smile fondly, noticing her boyfriend, Michal, behind them, but not before worrying for Gemma's breath support as Harry noticeably squeezes tighter.

They let go of each other and she playfully scowls at him, swatting his arm. To which Harry dramatically holds his arm, draining an, ow, that hurt!, receiving an eye roll from Gemma before Harry moves to greet Michal, and his stepdad, Robin.

"Hi, Y/N! It's so great to see you, feels like it's been ages," She greets you in turn, having enough of Harry's antics already. You return the greeting, along with the one to Michal and Robin, and before you know it, you're all deep into conversation.

Harry takes up spot right on your side like a leech. If you were being honest, it took you awhile to become accustomed and comfortable to how openly affectionate Harry is with you in front of his family and friends. At first, it was just small touches and light squeezes when the two of you would go out with Mitch and Sarah. The actions not bold enough for you to scold him, but just enough to make your cheeks turn pink. Not long after, the touches turned into sweet kisses to your cheek and draping a protective arm around you almost every time y'all went out. Which wasn't a problem until you realized how many stares your friends shot you when you started to get too comfortable in his warm embrace, most of the time opting to daze out in Harry's comfort than pay attention to conversation. So then, when the little affections turned into koala-esque cuddling into your side and planting heart-stopping kisses to your lips in front of Gemma and Anne this past summer, you decided to tell him to reign it back just a tad. It wasn't that you didn't like it! Quite the contrary, the sweet scent of his cologne that would flood your senses as he settled so close to you made your head fuzzy, and the pecks along your neck or on your hands or on your cheeks left you incapable of being present.

Of course, your loving boyfriend pouted a bit at the fact he claims, you don't want my kisses, but quickly got over it when you dropped to your knees before the boy to press kisses somewhere he couldn't complain about.

However, despite all of your protests to PDA, you can't help but relinquish your resolve as you melt into the couch with Harry between your legs, head resting on your tummy. The whole family (which includes you now!) is settled into their comfy spots in Anne's living room as Miracle on 34th Street plays on the TV, everyone having changed into their fuzziest Christmas pajamas. The realization when you saw Harry, Gem, and Anne had matching pajama bottoms made your heart grow tenfold and your eyes glaze over in complete fondness.

The smell of kettle corn popcorn (as Harry made it since he knows it's your favorite) and cinnamon candles fill the room. Anne and Robin are together on the couch perpendicular to yours against the wall opposite of you and Harry as the two of you are laid out taking up the whole space on y'all's blue sofa, while Gemma and Michal have cuddled up on the floor, sharing the big bean bag off to your left since they were the last ones to join the holiday movie marathon.

You love the dynamic of Harry's family. Much different than the chaotic mess of yours, and although you still love your family very much (despite their constant need to be obnoxiously loud for no reason whatsoever, fight over little things, and ignore each other on a daily basis), you admire how calm their presence is. You're family is just so... loud. And that's not necessarily a bad thing! The running joke of your family is that no one in it is capable of whispering...well, except you but you all blame it on the anxiety. But even so, your parents and brother have always argued. Over everything. Very rarely is it about something important, and seldom does it get out of control, but your family's way of showing affection is very...unique? Y'all aren't openly nice and polite all the time. As confusing as it might sound, y'all show your love in bickering. The love is more underlying than it is direct in show.

But that's why you can't get over how quiet this house is right now. Not one fight over someone breathing wrong has broke out and Harry and Gemma actually get along and enjoy each other's company. They're like... friends! The concept is crazy to you and you can't help but get just a tad bummed how your family doesn't just sit around all cuddled up, and how they'll get something for you while their up so you don't have to move from your comfy spot, or how Anne will just hug Harry out of nowhere. But the more you think about it, you realize that it's probably because Harry wasn't around much, always touring and traveling the world. He never got the time to playfully bicker with his family. So, as everyone is quiet in their comfort, you take it all in, happy that you're given the chance to experience their household dynamic.

Your fingers play with Harry's hair, running them through the long brown curls, still as wonderstruck at how soft his hair is as ever. Hearing him softly hum when you gently tug through a thicker curl.

"You're so effortlessly beautiful, ya know that?" You whisper to him, the sound of the movie, thankfully, covering you're affection from everyone else.

You can just spot the smitten little grin that grows on his face, and despite not having the angle to see, you just know his precious dimple is making a showcase right now...and that's enough to put a smile on your own face.

Instead of replying in words, he only turns his head to place a soft, melting kiss upon your thigh. Making heat surge through your entire body, in turn, making your heart warm at his love.

As y'all sit and watch the movie, you start to subconsciously braid your boyfriends hair. Starting by sectioning (albeit, a bit lazily) his hair into two big chunks, then separating three strands from the top of his head, you start braiding the pieces, adding a bit more hair as you go. He eventually caught on to what you were doing and you thought he was going to stop you, truthfully. But to your surprise, he only started rubbing gentle circles into your legs with his hands in a calming manner, causing you to release a content sigh.

When you get to the end, you tie off the finished braid with a hair tie from your wrist before moving to the other side of his sectioned head. It surprised you how long his braids are! They come down about a few inches below his chin, much longer than the only other time you had saw him in braids, which was when Lou did them right before he went on stage to perform. Now, your braiding skills aren't as refined as Lou's are, her skills making yours look rather sad, but you're having a blast doing it and that's all that matters. Not like he's going to go perform after this, right?

After securing the second braid in a hair tie, you lean forward and place a kiss to the top of Harry's head, causing him to tilt his head to look at you with a big smile on his pretty face.

Since you're sat up already and hovering over his face with him still in your lap, you press a quick, searing kiss to his lips, watching them curve into a splitting grin. You smile back at him, just admiring his features.

Despite being able to feel the loving stares from Gemma and Anne in the room, your focus is still on Harry.

“I love you,” He whispers, bringing a hand up to gently stroke your cheek.

“I love you too, bubs.” You return, because you do. You love him so much it hurts sometimes.

Looking at him now, surrounded by his family, you think you have never been so happy in your entire life. You’re so lucky to have him in your life, and you know he knows he’s lucky too.

But most of all, you’re so glad you decided to spend this Christmas with him.

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