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neonponders · 3 years

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I’ve never written Murder Boyfriends before, but @cuepickle ‘s art is just so lovely and powerful.

Based on this and this 💗 💜 🖤 (impending smut ahoy)

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I just want to help, he’d said.

I just want to make things right, he’d said.

Steve said a lot of things. But he moaned incoherent words and exclaimed sounds he didn’t want anyone else to hear when Billy Hargrove steamrolled into his life, his feelings, and his goddamn morals.

Billy Hargrove wasn’t...right. He was twelve different shades of wrong, punctuated by Caribbean blue eyes and decorated with bronzed waves and curls. Steve knew he had a superiority complex, but he hadn’t known it was this bad.

Thing is, if he’d known, Steve couldn’t guarantee whether he’d change anything. Because knowing Billy Hargrove is a murderer would also mean Steve knew what his lips tasted like, and their softness against his neck.

All Steve had known was that Sheriff Hopper was missing, and his parents, being the upstanding white people that they are, deferred nearly every inconvenience to the police. And the police answered, because fat wallets keep their lights on, like everyone else.

But the Sheriff’s phones kept ringing. And maybe Steve had his own complex after so much time with Nancy, because he parked out front and strolled right into the Sheriff’s office.

The secretary wasn’t there.

Neither were the two deputies.

Steve tucked himself between the desks to pry apart the window blinds. Their cars were still here -

Steve’s head rotated at a sound he knew. He knew it in the way a memory piqued but he couldn’t place where or why. He followed it into the chief’s office...where Billy Hargrove sat at the desk - Hopper’s own chair - and ate a crisp apple from the strange pile in the waste paper basket.

“Billy?”

“Hi, Steve,” he smiled. Ankles crossed on the desk. A perfect, violet crescent framed the side of his eye. An indigo shadow rested in the inner corner of the other one. Either way, Steve’s first red flag was that he ached with concern more than itched for the nailed bat in his trunk.

“What happened to you?”

Steve thought the guy might choke, the way he tipped his head back to laugh while chunks of apple sat in his mouth. Naturally, it took him some time to chew and swallow before he said, “I finally stopped being afraid. And I started being responsible. Not the way he planned, though.”

“Hopper?” Steve frowned.

Billy did not answer immediately. He licked the apple like it might drip juice and beckoned, “Why don’t you sit down? I want to see you.”

The only lights on were in the main room where Steve stood. Ghoulish, fluorescent bulbs while Billy sat in shadow and vague, evening light hatching through the Chief’s window blinds. There was some kind of irony there: Steve in the fake, green-tinged light, and Billy in the natural...honest darkness.

Steve peeked behind him, surveying the room but finding no warnings apart from the negative space where people should be.

He stepped into the office -

“I’ve always liked looking at you.”

Steve paused on the carpet. Billy had said it loud enough to hear, but with enough air in it that Steve couldn’t tell if he was drunk or hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Then he tried to sit in one of the chairs -

“Over here. Sit on the desk.”

“What?” Steve blinked at him, suddenly very aware that the light gave Billy full view of his face but Steve only got the glow in that dark blond hair.

A strong leg pushed Billy away from the desk. The apple tumbled onto its pile of brothers, discarded as he pat the desk. “Sit right here.”

Steve shook his head all at once, beginning to backpedal out of the room. “This is weird.”

“No shit. This whole town’s weird. I’ve been reading some personal files in this room. I guess the Chief thought he was being smart, but...I’ve been hiding my whole life. I know where people hide things. A lot of things make sense in this place, now. The rat pack Max hangs out with. And you. A lot of things makes sense about you, Steve.”

Steve shrugged and his hands clapped against his thighs. “Okay? You’re not special for seeing my report cards.”

Billy’s features froze, but only for a moment, and then laughter burst out of him. “Steve, please sit down. God, I wanna touch you.”

Steve Harrington is a simple person. He’d officially been single for far too long, struck out every time he faced a woman - and a couple guys who were too scared or oblivious to do anything - and he just...

He wanted.

He wanted to be touched and if Billy was offering - Hot Stuff Hargrove, Baby Doll Eyes Billy - then Steve couldn’t help but take. He’d been so patient with everyone. He waited for Nancy to be ready. He accepted defeat when everyone walked away from him with rolling eyes or obligatory smiles.

Billy...talked. He talked and talked. He’d always been a talker; on the basketball court, barking orders as a lifeguard. Always talking, or letting his radio talk for him.

But Steve sat on Hopper’s desk and felt the warmth of Billy’s palms seep through his jeans. He held onto Steve’s calves as he talked. Talked about terrible things. Broken plates and abandoned things. Being the abandoned thing. Being the broken thing. He talked for hours before finally fucking Steve on that desk.

He’d started slow. Just unbuttoning the jeans and then leaving them alone. It would be another half hour before he took off Steve’s shoes. Every time Steve looked behind him - as if asking for someone to come in, to interrupt, to break this dark dream Billy wove around him - Billy said, “Look at me.”

“I’ve been looking at you, Billy.”

A small smile twitched on his lips. “Good.”

It would be another hour before he said, “I think my dad killed my mom.”

Less than a minute before he added, “He had it coming. Feel bad for my step-mom, though. But she was a screamer. So was the tall deputy. Things can finally be quiet now.”

Steve sat very still as arms circled around his pelvis and Billy just...hugged him. Pressed his face against Steve’s soft belly and inhaled his scent. Warm laundry and Steve Steve Steve.

He couldn’t be sure how things evolved into sex. Steve was already trapped in Billy’s web, so all he had to do was decide, to give the web a pluck and Steve felt the vibrations.

He planted his hands on the desk, lifting his ass for Billy to wrench the jeans and underwear off in one go. They got stuck on Steve’s feet, bunched up so Steve had to figure it out himself as Billy pressed himself over top of him.

The green desk lamp fell with an ominous clank.

Steve finally got a leg free and wrapped it around Billy’s ass the same time teeth found his neck. The warning bells that had been ringing since he got here felt far away; church bells too high over the town to actually make a difference in the goings-on.

Billy marked him up like he had paperwork to sign. Steve’s deed was his, and Billy moaned and grunted with every sigh he wrung out of Steve. Every squeeze to his waist made him moan, and he outright whimpered when Billy licked up his neck. For how much Billy gripped, bit, and sucked, he moved surprisingly gently below the belt.

“Gonna get lube later,” he said in that way again, traveling down Steve’s body as his thoughts escaped into the air. “I’m going to have your ass every which way, Harrington.”

Steve could only gasp as his tongue shoved inside him with no preamble. “I-I-I didn’t shower - ”

A guttural, breathy hum ricocheted from Billy’s throat and into Steve’s chest, knocking Steve’s head back like a rock on the way there. Billy’s stubble and gross wetness made Steve feel filthy in the best way. His cock lay heavily on his abdomen, spurting precum every time Billy’s hands squeezed the backs of his thighs.

Steve came like he’d never been touched in his life. His breathing picked up and he rutted against Billy’s face twice before making a mess of his shirt.

Billy took his slowly fading erection into his mouth, jerking himself off almost violently in a matter of seconds.

When Steve stepped outside, the air smelled like the sunrise even though only the faintest bit of blue had begun to dilute the darkness. And as the sun rose, Steve had never felt worse. It was like seeing a demogorgon for the first time, but instead of minutes, it stretched into hours.

People were dead.

Presumably Chief Hopper too.

Billy, he...he...

He showed up to Steve’s house with a smile and freshly laundered clothes. Steve had showered but looked like he hadn’t slept in a month. Billy only tipped his head back toward his car. “I’ve got two bank accounts freshly inherited. Let me buy you lunch.”

Steve wondered if Dustin’s comic book villains drove Camaros.

Billy bought him lunch. Bought him a chocolate milkshake too. Steve didn’t want to think about his ability to swallow those down so easily. Or how he interacted with the waitress like he wasn’t covered in red and brown love bites delivered directly atop Chief Hopper’s desk. He didn’t want to think what having all of Billy Hargrove’s attention on him did to his squirming...pleased...insides.

He didn’t want to think as Billy fingered him in the backseat.

They didn’t even fit back there but Billy moved with what felt like the strength of three men. It was arousing, being manhandled like that; any fear Steve ought to have held in his gut tapped its disapproving toe outside of the vehicle. The way Billy sucked behind his ear, gripped his hips so he could slot himself right in between Steve’s legs and rut his dark pink erection against Steve’s...

The way he bought Steve more milkshakes.

And a fresh tire rotation because his car veered to the left.

And filled him up in the darkness of Steve’s bedroom, making Steve bounce on his cock as he licked the taste of him off his lubed up fingers -

“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

It just...came out.

The husky lust cleared from Billy’s eyes when Steve said that. Terror must have filled Steve’s eyes because Billy gently cradled the side of his head.

This is it. This is how I die. Wanting a freaking kiss from a psycho -

“I thought you’d be the one to do that.”

Steve blinked vacantly at him. He could feel Billy’s heartbeat inside his ass and the guy just smiled -

“King Steve. Never thought you were shy - mmph.”

Billy’s bravado melted against Steve’s mouth. He hummed as he felt Steve’s precum on his belly, soaking them both with what he did to him, did to Steve and all of his flawed moral systems.

Steve pushed Billy onto his back with his kiss, tongue desperately tasting and exploring his mouth as his fingers laced behind Billy’s neck.

Until Billy reached up and pulled Steve’s hands apart, just enough for the bases of his palms to sit on both pulse points.

Billy did it himself: made his cheeks go pink and his chest flush red. But Steve made his ass slap against Billy’s thighs. Made Billy’s jaw go slack and his orgasm slow. Made his eyes water and his chest heave when he could breathe again.

Maybe that was his chance. His chance to make things right.

But with an empty Sheriff’s office down the road, and still no one the wiser, Hawkins wasn’t living by any sort of right anymore. The only right that Steve knew, was Billy’s hands making him feel powerful and precious.

#harringrove #murder boyfriends #tw asphyxiation #ficlet #neonponders #cuepickle #hawt #murder boyfriends with a side of trophy boyfriend?

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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fight just a little to bring back the fire in my eyes

CW: vague references to suicidal thoughts, depression/mental illness. Based on "She Used To Be Mine" from the musical Waitress.

I gave out pieces of myself like candy, after the war. I did before it, too, and during, if I'm honest with myself. But it got worse, somehow, even after I proved to be the hero they demanded, the savior I needed to be.

But it wasn't enough. People want to be saved from more than dangers outside their own control. They want to be saved from the dirty work of confronting their own prejudice, of the struggle of reckoning with trauma from battle. And just because my entire life has put me through a crucible of one soul-wrenching struggle after another doesn't mean I want or need to do that for anyone else anymore.

I look in the mirror and see a twenty-three-year-old man, and while I am hardened and calloused and scarred and used, I am in so many ways still eleven years old and reckoning with the fact that there are other "freaks" and "degenerates" like me in the world. I don't know why I feel like I still need to earn my place here, to be worthy of this home away from the Dursleys. Maybe if I'm useful enough strong enough powerful enough willing enough enough enough enough—they won't send me back.

I still can't believe you are now on the very short list of people I've met to tell me that I don't have to be anything else; with a full household of their own, the Weasleys did more than enough to nurture and love me, but I let myself slip through the cracks, to not be needy, to eat and smile, and to accept and return their love whenever it was given.

But despite Molly and Arthur's best efforts, I didn't have parents to tell me that I was special no matter what. So I guess I'm glad one of us, at least, had one parent alive and willing to teach us that we reach the minimum requirement for love just by breathing.

You're not my father. You're not my mind healer. You're my boyfriend, and I'm sorry if there are times that I make you feel like your job is bigger than that. I know, you'd tell me that I'm not a burden, and I'm starting to realize that, but Draco I don't expect you to carry my burdens for me. I will go to you with my problems, as I hope you still do with me, but I don't need you to do more than love me, as you do.

You're enough, too.

Enough to love me in a way that still takes my breath away, and enough to receive it in return. Enough to be one of the people in my life who make it all worth it, to be worth fighting for. Worth saving, and saving myself for.

I save myself for, well, me. But also for you. And Ron and Hermione, and the Weasleys, and Teddy and Andromeda, for my parents. I save myself every day, and I think that, alone, is all the heroism I need.

It's enough, for me.

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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The Pianist pt 6 | Jurdan

Modern AU. Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 7

Jude woke alone in her apartment and tucked into bed, even though she was pretty sure she fell asleep on the floor.

Things went back to normal: she woke up early, went to work, then tried to sleep while Cardan made a racket. Over the next few days, however, she noticed that Cardan started to cut off his practice time at a reasonable hour, and, surprised by the silence, Jude sang in the evenings instead. She wondered vaguely about her downstairs neighbour, and whether she was the new nuisance, now.

Cardan stopped appearing at the diner with his friends and without him, they were still annoying as all hell, but somehow seemed a little lackluster. She still ran into Cardan around the apartment building, but did not see that much of him. And they never did talk about that kiss.

Until one day, Cardan burst through the doors of Java Island where she was working the morning shift. Jude was startled to see him, not least because she'd never known Cardan to be awake at all in the morning.

"There you are!" he said. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I went to the apartment, to the diner, to the subway... I'm so glad I found you."

"Yes... at my job. Why are you looking for me?"

Cardan paused to catch his breath. "There's a talent scout coming into school today," he said. "They come around once a year, and they hire for big companies and producers. On more than one occasion, they've offered a record deal on the spot."

"So?" Jude asked. "I don't go to Juilliard, what does this have to do with me?"

But Cardan shook his head. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I've booked a practice room until 9am, and if you're in there you've got a chance to be seen. But you have to come now."

Jude bit her lip. She knew full well if she walked out in the middle of a shift, she'd lose this job. And she couldn't afford rent on just the other two.

On the other hand.

Jude threw her apron onto the counter, and ran with Cardan.

Cardan led her through the doors of the famed school of arts, and Jude barely had a chance to gawk at the soaring ceilings and towering glass walls. Cardan pulled her down several hallways and into a practice room, and the clock on the wall told her the time was 8:45am.

"Okay," he said, speaking quickly. "We walked straight past the scout, did you see him? Small man, round glasses."

"No, I-"

"Doesn't matter," Cardan cut her off. "The point is he's coming, and you need to start singing now."

"What do I sing?!" Jude asked, too panicked to be embarrassed at the desperation in her voice.

"I don't know, fucking anything!" Cardan hissed back. "Okay, sing... 'Ain't No Sunshine'. Like that day we first saw you."

He sat down at the piano and started up the song, and Jude had to take a second to piece her brain back together. Cardan nodded at her encouragingly, even sang the first couple of lines to her before she finally got a hold of herself and picked up half way through the first verse.

It wasn't a moment too soon because the next thing she knew, the scout was standing in the doorway. Jude shot an alarmed look at Cardan, but he just fixed her with a stern gaze as if to say keep going. And so Jude sang.

The thing about singing was, as nervous as she was to begin, she never felt nervous when she was in the middle of it. There was something so grounding about singing, and soon the little room and the man with the glasses and even Cardan at the piano faded away, and there was just the song.

So when she opened her eyes, she was disappointed to see that the scout had left the room before she finished her song, and she hadn't even noticed. Jude sighed, and rubbed her face. It was worth a try.

But when she looked back toward Cardan, he was smiling. Possibly the widest smile she had ever seen on his sharp face.

"He loved you," Cardan said.

"What?"

"He. Loved. You."

"He walked out."

"They never stay for long, that's normal."

"Then how do you know-"

"Jude."

And then Cardan looked pointedly at the end of the grand piano. Jude followed his gaze and there, on the glossy black surface, was a simple, white business card.

Jude walked slowly toward it and picked it up. Turned it over in her hands. The card read:

'Bryern Phooka. Agent.' Then a number, an email address, and on the back, a hand written note.

Great voice, kid. Call me in the morning and let's set up a meeting.

Jude read the note three times. She looked up at Cardan, who was still grinning. Then back to the note, and back to Cardan, and then a hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat.

Cardan came over and read the card, then crowed at her, and Jude laughed again and he wrapped her up in a hug and before she could think what she was doing she pressed her lips to his.

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Jude pulled away with an embarrassed laugh, and made to walk out the door. But Cardan was faster, and shut it before she could get there.

"Jude," he said, his voice dangerously low.

"Cardan," she mimicked.

"Jude you have to stop doing this to me."

"Doing what?" she asked.

Cardan stepped close to her, and slid his hands under her jaw and behind her hair.

"Leaving me hungry," he replied, and then kissed her again like he could devour her whole and only then would be be sated.

Jude, for once, let him. Didn't fight him, just closed her fingers around his wrists and kissed him back. Cardan could have wept with relief; he didn't know if he could bear it if Jude pushed him away again. He wanted to go slow, to be careful, to not scare her away. But his body had different ideas, and his arms tugged her too tight against him. His teeth bit down too hard into her lips.

But Jude just sighed, and licked his tongue, and Cardan lost it. He picked her up around the waist and set her down on the piano, so that her face was level with his. His fingers gripped the painted wood tightly as her hands slid into his hair, and he groaned when she tugged against his scalp.

Cardan moved his hands to her back and his lips to her neck, and when Jude tilted her head back to give him better access, he wondered if she knew how badly he needed her. Cardan grabbed a hold of her legs above her knees, and slid the hem of her yellow waitress' dress up her thighs. His hands curved around the outside of her legs, and down to her calves, where he yanked her suddenly to the edge of the piano. Jude made a squeaking sound in surprise, and Cardan covered her mouth once more with his.

Now when Cardan kissed her, Jude wrapped her legs around his waist. The warmth of her body was delicious, and Cardan crushed her to him. His cock ached between the restraint of his jeans and the heat of Jude just beyond, and without thinking he rolled his hips against her. Jude moaned a little, and tightened her legs around him.

God, if he could just taste her. Just once.

Cardan's fingernails skimmed up and down the outer sides of her thighs, slipping beneath her skirt, down to her knees and back. His lips found her ear lobe, the pulse in her neck, the hollow in the base of her throat. His hands squeezed, slid up her legs, and when she moaned again, his thumb reached for the cotton of her panties.

And found her soaking wet.

Cardan groaned, and dropped to his knees in front of her. Pushed her legs apart while she sat on the piano and then gripped her hips as he licked his tongue between her legs. Once over her underwear, then once with her underwear pushed to the side. Jude moaned loudly, and her head fell back as her hands caught the surface behind her.

"Cardan," she whispered, and his name in her mouth spurred him on. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, before dragging it back up to flick over her clit, and the sounds Jude made were almost better than when she was singing. Almost.

Cardan laved his tongue over her. And over, and over, and over. Jude's breath came in short pants and her hands twisted in his hair. He sped up his pace, moving back and forth against the apex of her thighs as she started to move her hips up toward him.

"Yeah," she breathed. "Just like that."

Cardan lifted her thighs onto his shoulders and moaned against her pussy. He couldn't speak in the moment but her name went round his head like a song.

"Cardan... Cardan I'm going to come..."

The thought made him even harder, and Cardan reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans. He was going to finish her off first, and then...

At that moment, there was a loud rap on the door.

"You guys, it's past 10! I have the room booked now!"

Jude's eyes shot to the door, then down to Cardan between her legs. She laughed silently, and tried to pull back from him.

But Cardan wouldn't let her go. He held onto her thighs, and redoubled his efforts. Jude gasped and bit down hard on her lower lip, trying not to make a sound now that someone was standing on the other side of the door.

"Seriously!" the voice came. "I really need to get the hours in!"

Jude was back on track now, Cardan could see it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth moved wordlessly. Her legs had started to shake, and Cardan's tongue moved sure and steady until he could see her knuckles go white on the edge of the piano and then she was coming on his lips.

The climax shook through her in waves, and Cardan made she she had come all the way down before he lifted his mouth, and kissed her on the pussy then on the thigh then on the lips.

He stood, still hard as a rock, and pulled Jude off the piano.

"You guys," the voice whined.

"We're coming!" Cardan barked back, and then smiled at Jude as she readjusted her dress, and miraculously, smiled back at him. He kissed her again, softly, tenderly this time.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asked her. Jude bit her lip.

"I have to get back to the cafe and see if I still have a job," she replied.

"Right. Okay, well don't forget this." Cardan held up the agent's business card between two long fingers, and Jude beamed.

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So I usually post a smut warning up top but like... spoilers?! Also I figure if you're this far in and you're at all familiar with my fics you know what's coming. Hope that's okay.

JURDAN MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @asteria-of-mars @swankii-art-teacher @loosingdreams @feysand-loml @cityofbookish @story-scribbler @thebonecarver

#jurdan #jurdan fic #tfota #mine #smut

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helnjk · 3 years

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She Used To Be Mine - R.W.

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

based on the song She Used To Be Mine from the musical Waitress & part of my showtunes fic list ! i’m sorry in advance for the ouchie

Word Count: 3k

Summary: when ron leaves to go on the run, she’s left a shell of the person she used to be.

Warnings: there’s major angst (but maybe a happy ending? you’ll have to find out), injury, & mentions of the war/final battle

lyrics are bolded & italicized

flashbacks are italicized

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She is hard on herself

She is broken and won't ask for help

The field was quiet. It was as if time was frozen in their little bubble, not a breeze in the air nor a rustle in the leaves. Y/N hated it. The silence allowed her thoughts to wander in the direction she couldn’t bear to think about.

–

The Burrow was alight with music and happy conversations. Bill and Fleur’s wedding was in full swing and the crowd had made the most of this opportunity to celebrate life and love, even in the midst of a war.

Y/N could tell something was wrong with Ron. He hadn’t uttered a single word to her the entire night, only tightly gripping onto her hand.

They were sat at one of the tables, empty save for them. The rest of their friends were mingling with the distant Weasley relatives, grabbing a drink, or dancing on the floor. The silence was unbearable for her, something in her mind nagging at her to say something, anything.

To her surprise, Ron was the first to speak.

“I need to talk to you,” He said.

Y/N took a deep breath before turning to face him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, brilliant.” His reply was too quick, too immediate, and he realized his mistake right away, “I-erm. No actually, no it’s not.”

The pounding in her ears stopped her from hearing much else. The lively music and the chatter of the crowd faded around her, time had stopped. Her eyes blurred in and out of focus and her pulse beat almost unbearably in her neck. Through the fog, she could make out a few words here and there.

“We can’t be together anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s for the best.”

This had come out of nowhere, everything had been fine leading up to that moment. Where had it all gone wrong? In the span of seconds, her entire world seemed to be crumbling in front of her.

“I don’t understand,” She managed to choke out, her eyes searching for any sort of answer on his face, “Was it something that I did? Is there anything I can do?”

Her voice grew more and more desperate, her body was flushed with heat. She could tell that Ron was uncomfortable, he was fidgeting in his seat and his eyes kept glancing towards the nearest exit, but she thought she deserved an answer.

“Look, Y/N,” Ron began, “With everything going on right now–”

“Oh don’t give me that excuse,” Y/N snapped and immediately shut her mouth. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she refused to believe what he was saying.

“It’s not an excuse!” He was agitated as well now, no longer antsy in his seat but face flushed with frustration, “I’ve got a job to do and I don’t want to–”

Whatever he was trying to say was drowned out by the arrival of Kingsley’s patronus. In between hearing his message and the chaos that ensued afterwards, Y/N had lost sight of Ron.

When the last of the Death Eaters had disapparated away and all that was left was silence, the searing pain of heartbreak overcame her and she was left an empty shell of herself.

–

A soft grip on Y/N’s shoulder brought her out of her thoughts.

“You alright?” Tonks asked, sending a concerned glance her way.

Y/N shook her head in an attempt to clear it from any unwanted thoughts and sent a soft smile in the direction of her friend, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

She could tell Tonks wanted to say something more but had decided against it, and she was thankful. She wasn’t in a mood to talk. Well, she hadn’t been in that kind of mood in a long time, and she could tell that other Order members were getting concerned.

Most days she sat alone in her tiny flat, staring out the window. The hours would pass her by too slowly and she itched for something to take her mind off things. Most nights she spent pacing a hole into her floor because she couldn’t sleep.

Not when all she thought about was how inadequate she had been for Ron to have left her like that. Like she didn’t matter to him at all.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, for Y/N, the telltale crack of apparition sounded at the house they were in charge of staking-out. The pair of them sent glances at each other before grabbing their wands and breaking into a sprint in the direction of the sound.

The moment the two of them crossed into the threshold, it was a flurry of spells and curses hurled in different directions. She could barely make out who was sending out what colorful jet of light in her direction, her mind had simply gone on autopilot.

Y/N knew how intense this mission could get, but she had willingly (and almost forcefully) asserted that she would be the one to accompany Tonks. Anything to get out of her house and not have to think for just a moment.

The next thing she knew, she was fading in and out of consciousness. She could vaguely make out a pair of strong arms carrying her and hear shouts of concern that sounded as if she was underwater.

–

Molly Weasley nearly brought her whole house down with how loudly she had screamed when she saw Bill carrying an unconscious Y/N through the wards of her home, Tonks right at their side.

“What happened?” She demanded, rushed towards them.

No one said anything as the three of them struggled to bring her inside and onto the soft surface of the couch. When they were satisfied with the arrangement, Molly repeated her question.

Tonks was the first to reply, “They were too many at the raid, it was overwhelming. I barely made it out with her, and I had to call Bill for back up.”

“We couldn’t bring her to Mungo’s, it was too risky. Who knows how many people You-Know-Who has on the inside.” Bill continued, and the Weasley matriarch nodded her head.

The three of them collectively let out a breath, but they knew that they weren’t out of the woods just yet.

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over

And rewrite an ending or two

Ron knew he had made a mistake. Well, more than just one.

First, he buggered the last conversation he had with Y/N and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see her again. Or if she would even look him in the eye if he did. He didn’t want to end things that way, but he felt like he had no choice. Keeping her close to him was effectively putting her in the line of fire, and he couldn’t bear to do that to her. Not when she meant so much to him.

Then, he let that stupid locket mess with his head and his insecurities, and now he had no idea how to find his way back to Harry and Hermione.

With a defeated sigh, he took a step forward and twisted to the right. The familiar sensation of apparition enveloped him and soon he found himself just outside the wards of the Burrow.

“Ron?” Molly gasped, looking out the window to see her youngest son slowly trudging towards her.

Then, her eyes subconsciously darted towards the stairs, as she knew that Y/N was just a few floors above, lying on Bill’s old bed. This was going to be interesting.

“Oh Merlin what has that boy gotten himself into,” She muttered and moved towards the door.

Before Ron could even raise his hand to grip the doorknob, it swung open to reveal Molly. His eyes searched hers tentatively for any sort of signs of anger or ill-will. He found none and his body sagged in relief.

“Mum,” He choked out and immediately he was engulfed in one of her signature hugs. In that moment, everything seemed to crash down on him and he was wracked with sobs.

He felt like a little boy again, clinging onto his mother for comfort, and she let him. She rubbed his back gently and kept her other arm wrapped tightly around him.

When he had somewhat calmed down, he found himself on the couch with a warm mug of tea pressed into his hands.

“Want to tell me what’s happened?” Molly asked, taking a seat next to her son, “Where are Harry and Hermione?”

Through a few more tears and more cups of tea than necessary, Ron regaled what had happened to them on the run. Molly’s heart broke for her son and for the mistakes that he had made, but she knew that his intentions were in the right place. She could also tell that guilt was plaguing him for a completely different reason as well.

And so, after reassuring him that he would be able to find his way back to his two best friends, she decided to share the news of their house’s latest guest with him.

“I have something to tell you as well, dear,” she began, “It has to do with Y/N.”

The moment she finished retelling what had happened to her, Ron was out of his seat and was nearly sprinting up the stairs. The door to Bill’s old room creaked as he pushed it open, but it didn’t do much to stir any sort of reaction from the person inside.

Ron’s eyes scanned over Y/N’s tiny figure, curled up at the corner of the bed. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he approached, his mind still not having processed what his mum had told him. The person he knew her to be–strong willed, witty, and confident–did not align with what he saw in front of him.

And he vowed that he would do whatever it took to get her to be that person once again. To right his wrongs and rewrite how their story ended.

–

The sun had just started to rise above the horizon and the other residents of the Burrow were not yet awake. Y/N stumbled midstep as she attempted to make her way into the bathroom. She thought that she was perfectly capable of bringing herself to wash and get ready for the day in the shared bathroom, but she was proven wrong.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt her body falling. She was still recovering from whatever curse had been shot at her, therefore she wasn’t in full control of all her limbs yet. But she was stubborn, and she overexerted herself everyday.

Before she could hit the ground and cause even more damage to herself, a pair of strong arms caught her.

Ron’s bright blue eyes locked with hers and she felt her heart stutter.

It had been almost a week since his unannounced arrival, and she hadn’t spoken a word to him. She could barely even look him in the eyes without wanting to burst into tears.

Quickly, she gathered as much strength as she could muster and she stood, albeit shakily. No words were exchanged between the two of them, but Ron didn’t let go of her until she was safely in the bathroom.

When the door closed behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was all too confusing, being so near him after all of this time. She didn’t know if she had it in her to actually have a conversation with him, not without bringing up feelings she worked so hard to repress.

Still, when she finished washing up and opened the door to the bathroom, she was not as surprised to find Ron still standing there.

“C’mon, I’ll help you to your room,” he spoke, holding out his arm. When she hesitated, he let at an almost inaudible sigh, “We don’t have to talk. I just want to make sure that you don’t have another incident like earlier.”

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, weighing her options. Ultimately, she knew that risking another fall was not something she wanted to do, so she gently took his arm. True to his word, Ron didn’t bother trying to speak with her, but on the inside, his heart was stuttering at being in such close proximity with her.

And so began his habit of being her caretaker.

Over the next few days, it was rare to see Y/N without Ron by her side. He was the support that she needed, both physically and emotionally, though she never spoke to him directly. Her communication came in gentle touches, squeezes of the arm when pain would shoot up her spine or hitches of the breath whenever the redressing of her wounds would sting a little too much.

He made up for the silence on her end, whispering words of encouragement and comfort.

“I’ve got you.”

“You’re doing so great, love.”

“Let me help you.”

Little by little Y/N’s resolve began to crumble.

One night, as he dropped her off at her room for bed, she caved.

“Ron,” she said, watching his retreating figure. His whole body tensed before he slowly turned around.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, eyebrows knitted in concern, “Are you hurting? What do you need me to do?”

Her heart cracked at the sight of the man in front of her, so selfless in his love and care for her, even if she had been so cold and distant in return, “I–I wanted to talk.”

The simple sentence seemed to have broken whatever wall that stood between the two of them.

Ron swallowed, “Right, right. Of course.”

“You can come inside, you know.” She cracked a smile in his direction.

The moment he took a seat on one of the chairs in the room, Y/N had no clue what to say. It was as if everything that had plagued her mind for the past week had disappeared.

Before she could open her mouth, he spoke, “I wanted to apologize.”

“What?”

He nervously fidgeted in his seat, “For–Well, for how things had ended between the two of us.” Another pause. “I didn’t say what I meant to say and everything kind of just ended so quickly, and you didn’t–you don’t–deserve that.”

“Right.” Y/N nodded her head, her mind going on overdrive.

“And,” he swallowed again, nervously, “When I heard about how you got hurt, I–I couldn’t imagine what it would be like not having you in my life. Being on the run, I would stay up all night hoping not to hear your name on the radio, and when I got home, it was like my worst nightmares were coming true.

“What are you trying to say, Ron?” She asked, meeting his eyes for the first time since he sat down, “I don’t understand.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you, Y/N. And I want to fight for us, for our future together.”

To fight just a little

To bring back the fire in her eyes

Y/N was stood by the door frame, observing Ron as he packed and repacked his bag. Too much time had passed since he was last with Harry and Hermione, she knew that. It was time for him to try and find them, to go back on the run and make sure that they found whatever it was that they were looking for.

Still, her heart ached at the thought of him leaving again.

“Honestly, Ron, you’ve packed that bag enough times. You have what you need,” She teased, finally willing herself to enter the room.

His head snapped up, not knowing that she had been standing there, “Just nervous. I don’t wanna forget something and not be able to come back.”

She only hummed in response, wrapping her arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

“I’m going to miss you.” She mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

Ron sighed and tightened his hold on her, “I’m going to miss you too.”

She leant back, making sure to look him in the eyes, “You better come back to me. Merlin knows I’d figure out a way to murder you in the afterlife if you don’t.”

The pair of them stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter. He shook his head in disbelief at her statement, “Of course you would. And I promise I’ll come back to you, I just have a job to do.”

Neither of them moved from their position. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for as long as they could, slightly swaying from side to side. It wasn’t said, but both knew that Ron would have to make his leave sooner or later.

When the time finally came, he let out a breath and pulled away slightly.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

Then, his lips pressed against hers softly and her eyes closed. This wasn’t just a kiss to them, it was a promise. A promise to fight for each other, to fight for their futures. A promise that they would see each other again and that they would live the lives they planned out together.

–

It was chaos.

The amount of relief and celebration that those who found themselves in the Great Hall after the Dark Lord’s fall felt was euphoric. People gathered together in groups, tears in their eyes, hugging and laughing and letting out sighs of relief.

Y/N’s eyes nervously scanned the room for the familiar blue eyes she was desperate to find. She sat with the rest of the Weasleys, near the cot where Fred had laid, but he soon joined them in their vigil waiting for the last of their brood to arrive.

“Y/N!” A voice yelled from across the room.

She spun around to see Ron nearly sprinting towards her. A relieved laugh escaped her lips just as he reached her, tackling her into the biggest hug she had ever received. Unable to stop them, tears escaped her eyes as she gripped onto him, unbelievably grateful that she had this wonderful man in her arms again.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” She whispered as they released their grips on each other ever so slightly.

“Me too.”

And then his lips were on hers and they shared a passionate kiss.

–

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cherry-interlude · 3 years

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Lana Del Rey Unreleased Ranking (5)

This is a re-ranking of Lana's unreleased songs, after making a first a few years ago. This is all my opinion, which I don't mind anyone disagreeing with but don't come for me for it - honestly, I like every song, despite any criticism, and this ranking is very vague. It's based on objective and subjective opinion.

This is the fifth of five posts, with my favourites.

Wild One

Lana is nostalgic without the sadness, remembering how she’d shake it for Mike but is embracing her freedom. She lets country influence seep through her voice and her uncomplicated instrumentals – it would be an unsurprising addition to Chemtrails

True Love On The Side

Though simple in structure and lyrics, it’s more Lana’s grittier rock sound and her incredible vocals that make this one of my favourite unreleased tracks. Lana lets herself go and goes full pop rock chick for this track, whilst keeping in with her ‘other woman’ trope that makes the song still familiar despite its departure from her usual music.

Driving In Cars With Boys

Dripping in nostalgia, Driving In Cars With Boys makes you yearn for the kind of 1950s/1960s era Lana often laments over. Lana is a bad girl just having fun, doing what she pleases and giving in to her vices, and it’s this kind of song that is relatable in its escapism and desire to just do what you please. There are two versions, one with a more monotone chorus that matches the rest of the verses and another where Lana sings in a higher register, letting her cheerful, breezy love for driving with the boys shine through in her vocals.

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Perfect for Paradise, Angels Forever Forever Angels has that slow, rhythmic summer drive feel, a relaxed version of Ride which also has associations with the bikers that feature in both the music video for Ride and the lyrics to this unreleased song. It’s dreamy but grounded by Lana’s patriotic love for the grungier side of Americana.

Hollywood

It has a breathy chorus you could sing to, the feeling of a summer evening and blue skies. The ever building and dropping beat that keeps the song ticking as restlessly as Lana’s hopes and dreams gets me feeling pumped as much as her emphasised, dragged out “Hollywood” in the chorus makes me soothed. Lana is wishing for fame and fortune but it has the feel of an eighties American teen movie, iconic and deserving of a cult following.

Yes To Heaven

Hazy like a daydream, Yes To Heaven is made of sunlight and soft grass, closer to nature than the spotlights of Lana’s often alcohol-soaked, money drenched stages. Lana’s voice is tentative until it shimmers in the chorus, and though it was made for Ultraviolence, it wouldn’t be out of place on the shining beacon of hope that is Lana’s positive turn, Lust For Life.

Life Is Beautiful

This gorgeous song was intended for Age of Adaline’s trailer, and it’s been years of waiting for the full song to be released. Now we have it, it’s certainly worth the wait. Dreamy and soft, this track is a timeless classic that could underwhelm from it’s gentle feel but works perfectly well as a pure little love song.

On Our Way

Stripped back and with a country twang, Lana doesn’t add fuss and frills to this song, instead just crooning precisely how she feels in the kind of song that keeps you daydreaming for hours. Not even the smattering of her favourite imagery (Chevrolets and K-Mart lip gloss) overshadows the love that’s at the forefront of this track.

Never Let Me Go

Like On Our Way, Never Let Me Go has the country twang and stripped back feel that makes this a more subdued song, her lyrics shining even more. Lana’s additional strings layer this song well and her comparisons to the dangerous couple that is Sid and Nancy gives this track an edge, keeping it from being too frothy.

French Restaurant

A piano ballad, Lana strips back the hurt of Without You and dual dedication of Video Games to sing about how fame matters so little to her while she’s torn between two men. Her voice is beautiful and it does well to be so minimal in its production, her emotion driving the song clearly enough. Especially pretty are the backing vocals of the choruses, echoes of her thoughts that hammer home her broken feelings.

Trash Magic

Lana’s delicate and soft vocals help tie into the Lolita-esque character Lana often plays in her music. It has a similar feel to 1949, dripping with her delicious imagery, and wouldn’t be out of place on AKA Lizzy Grant. Lana is the fragile ‘daddy’s girl’ again in this song, and the sharp yet soothing music in the background sets the tone for a quiet trailer park night.

Us Against The World

Though fairly chilled out, Lana still hooks listeners with her characterisation of waitress by day/stripper by night, a dangerous girl tempting an equally dangerous guy. Lana drips sexiness in this song and though it’s not as exciting as some of her other unreleased pop hits, it is perfect for the Del Rey character.

Your Girl

Much like Caught You Boy, Lana is desperate for a man she can’t have but is instead a complete wreck. Lana just repeats over and over how she wishes she was this man’s girl, practically pleading after describing how she needs to be led off the stage from falling apart. Yet it’s still sultry, still passionate, and is topped off by her honey-like vocal demonstration in the bridge and the chorus.

Roses

Lana is the other woman with a twist – instead of moping about her man (Other Woman, Sad Girl) she is taking action. Fighting against him, not letting him go without making some noise and getting rid of his girlfriend, Lana storms into the song with a vengeful wrath and calls him out for his poor attempts at apologies. When this song first came out, I adored it, since it was the exact kind of strong-girl track I wanted from her with a great hook and all the right Lana-isms. Now, I still get that thrill listening to this song and its kick-ass fuck-you to the man she loves.

Playing Dangerous

The churning drums, the spoken verses and the coy vocals set this song apart from her others. It falls shorter during the choruses, the verses being the best parts of the track, but the way Lana interacts with the listener ultimately and is a more direct character of ‘innocent’ seductress who might actually be downright bad (arson is hinted).

Serene Queen

Lana is unbothered and unruffled, as collected as she is in Put Your Lips Together but this time with a definite Ultraviolence/Honeymoon feel. Lana is unshaken by the blazing guns, instead completely calm with her dangerous lover, questioning why he even has a problem in the first place. As it picks up in the chorus, almost smirking, it becomes one of her finer unreleased songs yet.

Ave Maria

This is just an instrumental but there’s something so beautifully haunting about it. It wouldn’t be out of place in a Hollywood movie, with shades of the Lolita soundtrack instantly coming to mind when it first starts. It even works well without singing, and I hope we get a full version soon.

Puppy Love

From the perspective of a Marilyn Monroe figure, Lana plays the teenage girl wishing for a traditional romance with her lover. It’s ever-so-adorable, harking back to the sweeter parts of the fifties, but there’s a sense of sadness throughout it. Under the surface of the puppy love is the reality that the references to Monroe do not forget her sadness, loneliness and ultimately her overdose. The tone shifts to such an unhappiness in the bridge, directly calling back to Monroe’s phone call shortly before she overdosed, twisting the song to something more melancholic.

Cherry Blossom

The lullaby that grew into the marvellous, completed Cherry Blossom is a lovely tribute to someone small and beloved. Though Lana doesn’t have children yet, the care in her voice and each of her heart-warming compliments and promises is still thoroughly enjoyable – and comforting.

Colour Blue

In a song that reminds me of the love/hate relationship of Norman Fucking Rockwell, Lana takes her time to question why she loves the men that she does and, ultimately, grow from it, beginning to want something different. It’s raw and personal, with a gushing chorus that is complimented fully by the guitar. This song is blue all over, from Lana's opening harmonisation to her abrupt, unhappy ending.

Paradise

This song is, of course, pure paradise. A summery beat, a flippant Lana simply enjoying her lover no matter how long she’ll have him for and her coos of “sick!” and “that’s dope!” make this into a tasty distraction fit for the sunny months. Her casualness in this track is fresh as well as the dance-happy music that she doesn’t often create in her albums.

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Lana is the waitress with a crush in this bop of a track, trying to convince a guy to get with her instead of that “bitch”. Convincing she is, as she uses all of her charm, wit and insistence that there’s no promises behind her intentions to have a good time with him. It’s just a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of her music, not too heavy and perfectly polished. It’s self-assured as much as it is breezy, and calm as it is it’s still a riot to listen to.

Caught You Boy

A dream-esque confession of desire, obsession and pure, crazy love, Lana isn’t outright insane in this track (Kinda Outta Luck, Jealous Girl, Serial Killer) but she hints towards being slightly too attached to her beau and describing herself as an army of one. The song is sweet and flowery but there’s a sadness and danger to it that keeps it from being too sugary.

Fine China

Some of Lana’s best lyrics are in Fine China as she sings of her fractured relationship, unhappy wedding and many beautiful yet easily broken things. It’s a slow, unfussy ballad but her strong voice and stunning lyrics make it so much more than a throwaway unreleased song.

Thunder

What feels like a coming-of-age slow dance song but is ultimately a choir-backed break-up track. Lana’s lyrics are clever and her voice is the perfect complement to The Last Shadow Puppets, this combined work a sure hit that deserves some kind of release and recognition. Lana is frustrated but tender as she leads the song with plenty of presence.

Prom Song Gone Wrong

The fifties feel, the teenage romance, the warm and gorgeous vocals that switch from dreamily longing to a cheeky talk-rap suggest this is a song tied tightly to Puppy Love, except with a more hopeful feel to it. Lana is ready to leave and she wants her lover to come with her, and even if it’s a youthful mistake there’s no mistaking that the love she – and her man – feels is real. It’s a pretty dedication to the kind of head-spinning romance of younger years, though it has an edge to it. Lana’s choruses are desperate, her pleading genuine and the strange way the music builds and collapses right at the end give the illusion all isn’t the sunshine and rainbows Lana sings of – and hopes for.

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mattmurdocksscars · 3 years

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Just A Dream

Some Santiago angst with a hopeful ending. Might do a follow-up to this one, not too sure yet. This is based on and uses a cover of the song Just a Dream. I love this cover so much and I hope you enjoy it as well!

Fair warning, I totally wrote this in one go so if there are grammar issues, spelling issues, etc. I’m sorry 😂

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 2508

It didn’t matter that it had been over 2 years since the last time you saw Santiago Garcia, you still missed him every day. He had been your everything, the one you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with… but then he’d told you he was going to Columbia. The two of you had fought bitterly. You, wondering why you weren’t enough to keep him here, and him, wondering why you wouldn’t let him do this one last mission. Words of anger had poured from both of your lips, wounding the other easier than a blade or bullet ever could. Santi had slept on the couch that night and was gone by the time you woke in the morning. You had instantly regretted the words you’d said, the feeling intensified by his refusal to answer your calls or texts. You found out from Frankie that he had left immediately for the airport and was already in the air by the time you’d found him gone. Frankie had then held you as you’d broken down, angry and broken over the fact that he hadn’t given you a chance to fix things.

So, for over two years, you missed him. You saw him in strangers on the streets or in coffee shops. You looked for him in every vaguely familiar face you passed. Yet never once was he there. Santiago would contact Frankie occasionally, but never you. You would ask Frankie to pass a message along for you whenever he spoke to Santiago, but it was never answered. Santiago would simply gloss over it. It broke you down, turned you into a shell of the woman you used to be. It took Frankie, Will, and Benny finally sitting you down and giving you tough love for you to snap out of it. You still missed him, oh did you miss him, but you started doing the things you loved again. You started spending time with the boys again and even made some new friends.

When Frankie told you that Santiago was back in town to recruit him and the other boys for some recce, you had waiting with bated breath, hoping he would reach out or swing by. He never did and the five men left to complete one more mission together. When Frankie called you on his way back into the country, you had cried in relief and in sadness. Tom and you had never really gotten along, but he was important to the other boys. You knew that Santiago would be blaming himself, knew that Frankie, Will, and Benny would be too. You met them in the airport when they came back, crying again when you saw the three boys who had become like brothers to you. Despite your joy at seeing them, your heart still didn’t feel whole. Santiago was nowhere to be found and when you had turned inquisitive eyes to Frankie, he had simply sighed and shook his head. Santiago was still not coming home.

You buried yourself in distractions. You worked, taking overtime whenever possible, spent time with the boys, started going out with your new friends. They’d convinced you to start meeting with them every Saturday night and then eventually convinced you to sing karaoke with them. You were no star, but you could carry a tune and had a decent voice and you found that singing was an incredible way to release all of your pent-up emotions. The boys had even come to see you a few times, cheering you on obnoxiously loudly. It was one such night, that your whole world flipped upside down.

Frankie had text you earlier that day to tell you that Santiago was back in town. Your hands had shaken as you texted him back, asking him the same question you always did: Will he talk to me? Frankie was honest, told you that he wasn’t sure, but he would try. When you didn’t hear anything further from him, you continued with your usual ritual of getting ready and heading to the bar with your friends. You lost yourself in the music, singing a few songs with your friends and on your own. It was as you were getting ready for a solo that you looked up and everything stopped. Entering the bar was the boys, one Santiago Garcia in tow. Your name was called, and your attention snapped over to the announcer, your heart pounding as you remembered your song choice. Wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you walked up and took the mic, the crowd cheering you on. You took a deep breath and smiled, determined to force the knowledge of Santi being in the same room as you for the first time to the back of your mind. The music started, a piano medley to begin, and you closed your eyes, waiting on your time to come in.

I was thinkin about you, thinkin about me

Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?

Open my eyes

It was only just a dream

Travel back, down that road

Will you come back? No one knows

I realize, it was only just a dream

Opening your eyes, the lights helped blind you to the audience, helping you forget just who was watching you. Swaying gently, you poured your heart into the performance.

I was at the top and now it’s like I'm in the basement

Number one spot and now you found your own replacement

I swear now that I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby

And now you ain't around, baby I can't think

You sang through the rest of the verse and the chorus with no problems, but the start of the second verse had your eyes stinging as you fought back tears.

When I be ridin, And I swear I see your face at every turn

I'm trying to get my usher on, but I can't let it burn

And I just hope you know that you're the only one I yearn for

More and more I miss him, when will I learn?

Didn't give it all my love

I guess now I got my payback

Now I'm in the club thinking all about you baby

Hey, you were so easy to love

But wait, I guess our love wasn't enough

I'm goin through it every time that I'm alone

And now I'm wishing that you'd pick up the phone

But you made a decision that you wanted to move on

Cuz I was wrong

It took every bit of strength in you to make it through the verse without crying. This part had always hit you so hard, feeling it so strongly due to what had happened in yours and Santiago’s relationship. Singing through the second chorus, you took a deep breath as you headed into the third verse, opening your eyes again to look out at the crowd. They were like shadows to you but even still, you would recognize your boys anywhere. Forcing your eyes away from them and back to the main crowd, you slowly raised one of your hands.

If you ever loved somebody put your hands up

And now they're gone and you're wishing you could give them everything

Said if you ever loved somebody put your hands up

If you ever loved somebody put your hands up

Now they're gone and you're wishing you could give them everything

You drug the last word of the verse out, adding your own flair as you always did. Singing the last two chorus, you continued to adjust it and put every ounce of heartbreak and longing you had into it. As your last note faded out and the music finished, you were greeted with thunderous applause. Laughing in shock, you quickly gave the mic back to the announcer and headed back over to your friends. They were ecstatic, congratulating you and telling you about how this was the best one you’d done yet. You grinned, blushing at their praise.

“Hey! Aren’t those your other friends? Who’s the cute new guy with them?” And just like that, your good mood tanked. You looked over at their table, Benny waving enthusiastically at you as he always did, and turned back to your friends before the others could look over.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s them. Umm.. you remember me telling you about my ex?”

“Yeah, the jackass that left you after a fight and has been gone for two… years… Fuck.” Realization had dawned on the groups face and you smiled tentatively at them. Immediately, an arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you were pulled roughly, but lovingly, into one of the girls’ sides.

“Fuck him. If he thinks he can just walk back into your life after the shit he put you through, he’s dead wrong.” Ah yes. That was Zoe. Fiercely protective, she was like a sister to you. Taking a deep breath, you patted her hand that was on your shoulder.

“Relax. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night and I’ll deal with it later.” You told her softly. She looked at you, checking to make sure you were actually alright, before nodding. With a mischievous grin, she flagged down your waitress and ordered the two of you shots, much to your amusement. When they arrived, she handed you yours and held hers aloft. You matched her action and clinked the glasses together, tapped them on the table, and tossed yours back.

“To a good rest of the night.” She told you and you grinned, nodding in agreement. For the first time ever, you never went over to the boys’ table. You stayed with your friends but despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop your eyes wandering every now and then. The first time you caught Santi’s eye, your breath caught in your chest as you tried to figure out what to do but Santi solved it for you, tipping his head and giving you a tentative smile. You had taken a deep breath and given him a shaky smile before your friends had called your attention back to them.

The two of you spend the rest of the night like that. Sneaking glances at the other and looking away shortly after locking eyes. A part of you so desperately wanted to cross the bar and jump into Santiago’s arms, but a bigger part of you was afraid and a little angry. Your friends were right to an extent. He didn’t deserve to just waltz back into your life. You also had no idea if that was even what he wanted. For all you knew, he had moved on.

As the night came to an end, you helped your friends out and got them into their rides safe and sound. Watching the last one leave, you took a deep breath and let it out. Closing your eyes, you stood in the darkness for a few moments but jumped as a voice broke the silence.

“It’s pretty dangerous to stand outside of a bar this late at night, you know.” Every muscle in your body locked up, your spine going ramrod straight, and your breathing halting. Walking towards you was Santiago, hands shoved into his pockets. You stared at him wide-eyed for several seconds, giving him time to approach you and stand across from you. His eyes flitted over your form, seeming to drink you in. It gave you time to get your brain back online and formulate a response.

“Luckily for me, I know three knuckleheads who would kick the ass of anyone who tried to hurt me.” You told him. It was your turn to let your gaze wander over him, and you were surprised when he seemed to be hurt by what you said.

“Just three?” He asked you, voice soft and questioning. Your eyebrows shot up and you stared at him in shock before you furrowed your brows, a spark of anger igniting in your chest.

“You tell me, Santiago.” This time he actually flinched, the use of his full name causing him to look down at his boots. You watched his jaw clench, and it was so hard to keep yourself from reaching out to comfort him. You shoved your traitorous hands into your own pockets and continued to stare at him, waiting for his response. He took a deep breath and dragged his gaze to up to meet yours and you were shocked at the amount of emotion in them.

“I’m sorry. I never should have left the way I did. I regretted it the second that plane took off, but I was too much of a coward to fix my mistake. Every time I called Frankie, I hoped he would give me an update on you-“

“So why the hell didn’t you call me?” You asked, voice wavering as you felt the past two years’ worth of hurt boil over, tears slipping down your cheeks. The pain on your face was mirrored on Santi’s as he watched you break down, his own tears welling up.

“I knew if I heard your voice, heard how much I had hurt you… nothing would have stopped me from coming back to you but I… I was afraid. How was I supposed to face you after leaving like I did?”

“So what? You think you can just come back after over two years and think all is forgiven?”

“No! I… I want you to give me a chance. I’m not asking for things to go back to the way they were. I’m asking you to let me win you over again. Let me spend every day making it up to you and proving to you that I will never leave you again.” His stare bored into yours, both of you crying now. You looked at him and you saw all of the pain you’d been through in his absence, but you also saw the potential you’d always seen. A bright future, one full of love. Taking a deep, steadying breath you stepped closer to him. Pulling your hands out of your pockets you reached for his, tugging them out of his pockets and holding them. Looking down at them, you marveled how they fit in yours like they used to.

“One chance, Garcia. One. Don’t make me regret it.” Santiago immediately tugged you into his arms, holding you close to him. You clung to him just as tight before pulling away slowly. You put one hand on his cheek, running your thumb over his skin, before stepping back. You nodded to him and smiled.

“You better come at this with your A game. I expect nothing less.” Pressing a kiss to his other cheek, you let your hand fall and turned away, walking away from him, and feeling lighter than you had since before he left.

“I will, mi alma. I swear it.” He whispered, watching you walk away and feeling like he might finally be righting his wrongs.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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This chapter is very dialogue heavy. Stephen Strange being a little bit of a dick and Tony being a sweetheart. No warnings here, just plot and worldbuilding. I think Tony is his own warning to be honest... Do we want fun facts before each chapter like before or nah?

Sorcerer Strange stared at me with the heat of a plasma beam after I finished stuttering throughout my story, one accurate eyebrow raised and sharp cheekbones painting him displeased and dangerous in the yellow light of the store lamps. The whole experience shook me more than I would have liked to admit to myself and his mute reaction wasn't helping matters at all.

"Hmph," he finally cleared his throat, taking a step back and casting a thoughtful look over the shelves in the store. "You did all you could. Perhaps, we owe you gratitude," his tone was far kinder than his face. "How long have you been doing... This?" He vaguely gestured with a gloved hand.

"Long enough," I replied without thinking. My stress levels urgently rose above acceptable and the feelings needed to be let out now; Wong's dismissive attitude and Strange's half-assed apology for the attitude was still fresh in my mind.

The sorcerer sighed, briefly touching the bridge of his nose. "I won't pretend to understand the reason for your hostility but I'd like to remind you we're on the same side here," his steely blue eyes attempted to peer into my soul.

"There are no sides here," whatever he was selling, I wasn't buying it. "There are just people who get hurt, either because of unstable maniacs with superpowers or aliens who think Earth is an all-you-can-kill buffet," I stuck my dirty, bloody hands in my pockets. "You do your part in mitigating the damage, I do mine. That's all there is."

"And you would be making my job expotentionally harder if you get in the way and slow down professionals, even if you mean well," the man's temper had, evidently, won over and he immediately got on the defensive, crossing his arms and trying to glare me down.

Odette's words rang true, starting a storm of hollow anger in the pit of my skull. "Now listen here, you privileged prick," the damn burst at the seams as I squared up to give him a piece of my mind. "You and your Hogwarts rejects and the merry band of billionaires may have the opportunity to 24/7 healthcare and near-instant compensation for any damages the villain of the week decides to bestow upon your shallow little heads," I advanced half a step towards Strange, hands bailed into tight fists, internally rejoicing at the way he leaned back. My blood sang with adrenaline as I breathed the exhilaration.

"But how many people do you overlook? How many children never make it because your super secret organisation gives their parents an ultimatum just because they are different? This is a safe space for the ones you pretend not to see until it's convenient and it will stay that way, over my fucking dead body, if need be," I stared at the tall man, almost physically feeling his brain halt and pause with the cartoony sound of screeching tires. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.

A pregnant pause hung in the air, both of us waiting for the other to explode.

"Don't you think I am aware," Strange finally seethed through gritted teeth, alarming golden sparks shining in his eyes. "The Avengers are not under the rule of SHIELD and I, personally, have no affiliation with either. I do not condone their barbaric methods," the man was struggling to form his sentences properly but even despite that, I understood his ideas.

I desperately wanted to believe his words to be true, I really did, but... "Then do your fucking job and let me do mine. I do not go out there and intervene, I merely clean up the mess you all leave. Something that nobody wants to do do, so unless you've got any takers, I'll keep helping those you deem unfit," in a fit of muted rage, I flew my arm to point at the abandoned cars and destroyed concrete outside of the window, the empty street and the clouds of dust rising into the moody skies.

The entrance door flew open suddenly, with a force strong enough to bang the heavy, old handle against something outside, letting in the stuffy air inside the bodega. Strange jumped at the sound of the screaming hinges, my own heart skipping a beat from the startling interruption.

Visibly composing himself, the man pierced me with a final stare before starting a dangerously quiet, "Very well, goodbye," and hightailing it out of Odette's before disappearing in a golden circle just outside the front porch.

I let my shoulders sag for a brief moment of respite, feeling the tension bleed out of me and penetrate every nook and cranny in the room. My protection charms were mostly destroyed, silver dull, glass and amber crackled. Tossing them into the appropriate recycling bin, I set to clean up the shop, flying through the motions in record time and wandering home through the damaged streets on autopilot.

My anger had cost me more than a fortune in my past but no matter how much I sought to reason with myself, I couldn't bring it to justify Strange's attitude towards my choices. The more I thought about it, the less rational my guesses became; I forced myself to stop thinking about it when my brain had unhelpfully supplied an absurd notion of him being jealous of my lifestyle: he knew next to nothing of my skills and his opinion was based solely on seeing me work the store front and one cleansing spell I'd performed on Bucky. There was simply no rational explanation for his behaviour.

NYC life wasn't affected by the battle in the slightest, it seemed; a day and a half later, I was back at Jeremy's, serving overpriced hot beverages to the rich and the busy. I'd slept on the Bucky and Strange situation, got a handle on my feelings and decided to simply put it away. There were other, more pressing things to worry about than a couple of men.

I didn't expect the flood of anxiety that turned my hands to lead upon seeing Tony Stark's signature suit-and-sunglasses wearing ass waltz into the café. He flashed me his usual easy grin but didn't remove his glasses, eyes eerily blank behind them, as he motioned for his usual order before leaning on the countertop with the entirety of his upper body. "So, Starshine, what is it exactly that you do?" Came the question I was dreading. "Are you, like, a witch? The broomstick and cauldron kind?"

"Mr. Stark, I am serving you coffee and a muffin as we speak," I replied curtly, raising an eyebrow.

"Drop the act, honeybuns. I thought we were friends," if I squinted, I could see that he was genuinely hurt by my lack of desire to communicate. Or, perhaps, he simply was unused to not satisfying his curiosities immediately.

Either way, I stood no chance against Stark patented puppy eyes. "I clock out at two," a sigh of epic magnitude left my mouth against my will. "You can interrogate me then. Until that, it's lattes and cheesecakes only."

Tony narrowed his eyes, smile warming up by a smidgen. "Interrogate you? Never," he pocketed the napkin with Dr. Banner's scribbles the doc had forgotten last time. "I'm merely curious." Another flash of his teeth and he was gone, taking what little peace I had left along with him.

The hands on the clock made their hurried rounds over and over. My chest had grown it's own set of ticking, grinding, mismatched gears as the endless possibilities coursed a steady stream through my head. Tony Stark was a wild card, his struggles with authority a widely known fact, as frequent as his strange habits in just about anything. And while I doubted I would get ambushed and locked up, I had no qualms of him berating me for telling off his boyfriend. He seemed like the possessive, overprotective type, anyways.

As soon as I exited the café, surrounded by the smells of flour and coffee grounds, my eyes immediately landed on the shiny, brand new Audi illegally parked right in front of the establishment, it's owner leisurely leaning against the hood with a face of contented boredom as passerby pedestrians shamelessly ogled him and his ride. His face lit up as he noticed me, immediately rushing to hold the passenger side door open for my comfort. "M'lady," the dorky remark didn't fail to summon a smile to my face even if it was a weak shadow of my usual camaraderie.

"Mr. Stark," I greeted him as soon as he peeled off the crowded sidewalk.

The lack of joy on my face didn't go unnoticed by him and every now and then, he snuck a glance at my face. "Relax, Starshine, I won't bite."

"Well," I mumbled, remembering the vicious way I had torn into his boyfriend. "Good to know."

Seeing as that didn't do much for my nerves, he suddenly swerved right, rushing into a busy intersection with the ease of a practiced manic driver. "I'm feeling like a cheeseburger," he announced unceremoniously, pulling into a parking lot of some place I never noticed.

I doubted that I could swallow anything at all but relented, sitting down opposite him in the furthest booth from the entrance. I ordered the biggest milkshake they had as Tony grinned big at the waitress, finally taking off his sunglasses when she left for the kitchen.

I rested my elbows on the table under the scrutiny of his gaze. He kept quiet. I couldn't hold back my curiosity any more. "So?"

His sharp, clever brown eyes captured and held mine for the longest second in my life. I struggled not to break eye contact until he relented, focusing on the shine of my rings instead. "RoboCop almost died from the shit that happened to him," Tony's words were curt. I inhaled sharply, assuming he was talking about Barnes. The engineer's fingers began to fiddle with his glasses. "We couldn't figure out how you helped him. Not the medical, not Banner, not me and and not even Steph," he paused to run a hand through his hair. "Barnes was hit with a poisoned arrow. There were no toxins left in his body, not even a single inflammation marker showed up on the tests." With that, Tony expectantly turned to me.

I chewed on my lip in contemplation. "Magic," I simply answered, figuring Strange had already briefed him about my occupation.

Tony shook his head with a snort. "Magic that the Sorcerer Supreme doesn't recognize or cannot detect?" The question was saved in nature.

Stephen Strange was Sorcerer Supreme and I had pissed him off and remained alive. I couldn't believe my luck, if Odette's stories were anything to go by. Inwardly rejoicing, I nonetheless resigned to answer truthfully. "Because there is nothing to detect, no foreign energy," I tried to phrase it in a way a scientist could understand. "What I use to heal, it is given me by nature and willingly. Think of me as a... Conductor. I merely store the energy short-term and direct it where it is needed."

That sparked a visible interest in Tony. He leaned forward, running my whole form, over and over, with his sharp eyes, searching for something I knew he wouldn't find. "Like... Making a blood transfusion?" It was obvious that he was thinking hard about the subject. "Like a successful organ transplant?"

"Something like that," I agreed amicably, seeing as he was talking at himself rather than engaging in a conversation with me.

"But it doesn't come from nothing, the first law of thermodynamics..." He started off in slight confusion.

"Yes, the total amount of energy remains constant," I interrupted him, making his eyes widen. "It's all around us, Mr. Stark. You cannot see it, and most people even cannot feel it, but mother Earth supports her creations. More than we like to think," the corner of my mouth tilted upward at the memories. Working with Gaia directly was like being briefly submersed in a cocoon of pure, warm sunshine; like being held in mother's arms as a babe. "She is kind and she is merciful, especially to the ones whose suffering is unjust," I let the man mull over my words.

The waitress brought our orders; my throat was parched, I took a few haste gulps of the chocolate milkshake. Tony's burger, however, remained unnoticed and untouched.

"Earth is a sentient organism?"

The question made my eyebrows rise; I coughed slightly, meeting his confused eyes with a smirk. "Mr. Stark, keep your science headcanons to yourself," the banter came easily now that the status quo was established.

He rolled his eyes, fitfully resisting the smile tugging at his mouth. "I'm telling on you to Mean Green," there was no malice behind his words.

I doubted the shy scientist would do much more than stutter out two jumbled questions but let the topic slide in favour of closing up on the issue. "Would you call a wolf sentient? No," I shook my head. "But it is autonomous, it has free will. Think of it like that," I wasn't really up to par on explaining Tony all the ins and outs of my craft. The more I spoke, the more questions danced in his eyes. It was charming but not something I wanted to spend most of my day on.

"I won't pretend to be anything but sceptical but as it is, I happen to be dating a wizard," the engineer finally chortled, making hands for his burger. He made a vague gesture with his fork, expression still not-quite out of the thinking place.

"They say opposites attract," I shrugged.

"Romanoff keeps saying we're two sides of the same coin, so," he non-commitally shrugged in return. "Can't help but wonder what the fuck did you tell him that day. He was seething," Tony raised an eyebrow, tone teasing.

"Oh lord," I briefly palmed my face. "Here comes the shovel talk."

"No, no," a fry landed on the table in front of me. I snatched it right from under Tony's hand. He pouted. "He probably deserved it. I mean, you saved the Terminator and, honestly," he paused. "I heard about one third of his rant and I distinctly remember something about 'girls way over their heads' and whatnot," he did a poor imitation of his boyfriend's deep voice. "Now, I consider myself a feminist so, respectfully, I disagree," he finished with a self-satisfied smirk.

I blanked, trying to process the avalanche of information. "That's a lot to unpack," I acquiesced.

"It means he likes you. I would know," the man had the audacity to wink at me. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was Tony Stark.

"Are you hitting on me for your boyfriend?" I couldn't resist snarking back, briefly catching his eyes as I polished off my milkshake.

Tony looked at me through his thick, long lashes, a picture perfect visage of surprised innocence. "Maybe," his tone a little too south of friendly, the direction of his eyes a bit lower than my face.

The snort escaped me before I could put a stop to it. The banter - it was easy, comforting in this situation where I found myself to be akin a fish out of water. Like I was a slightly socially awkward witch, Tony was a genius engineer and a notorious flirt. He toed the lines of appropriate with practiced gusto and I hadn't had the heart to do anything but indulge in a little bit of harmless fun ever since he first stepped foot in the café, seeing right through his stone cold facade of an alleged womaniser. Call it a hunch, if you will.

Say what you want about Tony Stark but one thing was definite: he was a gentleman. I thoroughly enjoyed my ride home in his expensive, fast, latest model car. As the city streets zoomed by in a flurry of blurred lines and flashing colorful lights, I allowed my mind to finally calm and resume it's usual even wandering pace.

A hand loosely thrown over the steering wheel, Tony quietly hummed along to the music, playing with the hem of his tee whenever it wasn't occupied with driving the car. He looked so peaceful like that.

The sound system played some contemporary rock that blended in with the moderately busy afternoon of the NYC streets, submerging the surroundings in catharsis. Grey everything with the occasional burst of colour from a traffic light; the brief car ride lulled me into a state almost drowsy.

"You with me, Salem?" Tony's voice quietly took me out of my stupor.

I blinked, seeing the front door of my apartment building. "Yeah, yeah, thanks," I didn't resist the big, wide smile of relief and rejoiced upon seeing his face return to his normal expression, sparkling and mischievous. "That's my stop," I motioned lamely.

Something hung in the air, something unsaid. It leaked through the gaps between Tony's smile and his eyes, it filled up the car with something thick and foggy. I was powerless to stop its influence on me; the daze remained just as it was when we zoomed through city streets.

Tony's fingers twitched on the steering wheel as I exited the vehicle, giving him a short wave before he put pedal to the metal, quickly disappearing into the twilight. I watched his tail lights glow red amongst the flat blacks and greys and beiges of my surroundings, blinking away the dryness in my eyes only when the car disappeared from my view completely.

My apartment was just as I'd left it, warm and slightly messy- but a new feeling had crawled up from the very gutter of me, foreign and impending. The walls didn't breathe the comfort I had hoped I would finally find: if anything, none of what I encountered on my rapid beeline towards the couch felt real.

I'd grown accustomed to the comforts of my solitude and routine, to attached to the simplest task of being. Sorting through my dirty laundry had never been a favourable ordeal for me, I'd much rather lived in a relatively wide bubble- rationally, I knew that sooner or later, change had have to come, but there was nothing ever rational about having feelings on one matter or another.

My spirit was trying to tell me big things were coming and I had no choice but to listen and let the currents of fate and happenstance snatch me up and take me whichever way they pleased.

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xingplytwelve · 4 years

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𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹

Drabble: Requested prompts (by a friend!) in italics

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Genre/ AU: Fluff, Arranged Marriage!AU | Warning: Suggestive

Word Count: 1.3k

‘Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make, sweetheart?’ Your husband of a year asked, as you put on your black stilettos. The last word of his sentence had sent chills down your spine, as you looked at him, brows knitting into a frown. He could tell that ‘why not?’ was written all over your face, before you even asked, ‘I thought you said it’s a formal, charity auction?’ He was straightening his bow tie, and you had to admit, he looked kinda cute in that suit of his. He is really kinda cute sometimes, you thought.

It was an arranged marriage between you and yixing, and even though you didn’t had anyone in your heart then, you didn’t liked the idea of an arranged marriage either. If it wasn’t for your family business which ran into financial troubles a year back, you were pretty certain that you won’t have married yixing. Besides, you knew that yixing had someone he liked. But just like you, he had to go on with the marriage because of his family. ‘Everything in my life, every choice I was offered, was not based on my well-being, but the well-being of my family.’ You vaguely remember him saying, on the first night, before proceeding to consummate the marriage. And since then, the relationship between the both of you, was just a little more than friends with benefits, perhaps a companionship, rather than a relationship. Even though you had occasionally wondered if things would change overtime, you’ll recall that yixing had someone in his heart, and you’ll stopped yourself from having such thoughts.

‘Yes, but still, aren’t your feet gonna hurt? We’re going to be standing for quite some time,’ yixing answered, before checking your outfit out from head to toe. A tight lipped smile appeared on his face, showing his dimples faintly, when he noticed that you were wearing the earrings that he had gifted you for your birthday. He was reluctant to accept all of these at first, but as time passed, he realised that it might not be worthwhile to hold onto the past anymore, since none of these would change. It’ll only hurt him more if he held onto them, the past simply doesn’t matter anymore. And ever since he changed his perspective of seeing things, he had started to realise that his wife was pretty adorable too.

‘Good thing I didn’t ask you for your opinion, yixing,’ you whispered in his ears, arms linked with his as the two of you stepped into the hall where the auction was held. Every single guest there had dressed themselves up specially for the night, most of the ladies were in evening gowns, with dazzling pieces of jewelries, finished with elegant heels that probably cost thousand over dollars. You simply couldn’t imagine if you had not put on your stilettos, how outcasted would you have been. You could tell yixing was rolling his eyes at your comment from your peripheral vision, and he clearly knew how much you hated him doing that. ’Shut up and let’s just get this over and done with,’ you added, as you squeezed his arms tighter, possibly a little too tight, causing him to release a soft groan. ‘Excuse me, I barely spoke,’ he retorted, as he furrowed his brows at you, but soon showed a smile the moment he saw the group of businessmen that he had been meaning to talk to about their potential partnerships. ‘I’m going to mingle around, will you be alright?’ Yixing asked, as he tapped his hands on yours gently. You noticed that yixing had been opening up more nowadays, and at times, he was even, affectionate. You were still getting used to this side of him, but long used to handling such social occasions. And besides, you don’t mingle much anyway. You nodded, as you let go of his arm and watched him approached the group. One of the waitress had offered you a champagne, which you gladly took. Could always use some alcohol in such settings.

Just then, you felt someone tapped on your shoulders, and you turned around to find yourself looking at a tall, handsome-looking red head. ‘Hey, you alone?’ He asked, and you can’t help but to notice that he had very deep dimples, just like yixing. ‘No, I’m here with my husband,’ you answered politely, hoping that the conversation would stopped right there. ‘I’m chanyeol,’ he introduced, extending his hand out for a handshake, which you returned out of courtesy. To your surprise, he didn’t let go of your hand, and even pulled you closer, whispering, ‘I know it was an arranged marriage, wanna come with me?’ Not only was the proximity between the two of you getting uncomfortable, but the fact that his voice was so husky, was giving you goosebumps. You stepped back, letting go of his hand with a bit of strength, before saying, ‘I’m sorry, Mr Chanyeol. I’m not here to make friends.’ Chanyeol had decided to disregard whatever you had just said, as he stepped closer towards you, while you just moved back. You were hoping that yixing would somehow save you from this situation, when you felt a strong grip over your waist. Yixing started off with an apology, as he continued, ‘I see that my wife seemed to be giving you some trouble. Now if you’ll excuse us.’ What does he mean by you’re giving chanyeol trouble? He was the one who was harassing me, zhang yixing! Yixing tugged your wrists and dragged you out of the hall along with him, snapping you out of your thoughts. You attempted to free yourself from his grip, still mad that he said you were the one causing the trouble, but to no avail.

And your stilettos just had to do you wrong at such times. You let out a loud cry the moment you felt sharp pain in one of your ankles, causing yixing to stop his tracks and turned around to look at you. You knew it, you knew what yixing was going to say, even though you still held onto a bit of hope that he won’t rub it in. ‘I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to the doctor,’ yixing said, before bending down and removing your heels. Now that’s something different. You were expecting yixing to say something like, I told you so. He reached out for your hands with the other, and placed them on his shoulders so that you don’t lose your balance, while examining your ankle. You looked at your husband, and was beginning to think that he’s a pretty sweet guy too, when he placed your ankle down on the cold hard floor and started walking again, this time slightly slower, but still leaving you back there. Is he expecting you to hop like a cripple to the doctor yourself? ‘Zhang yixing!’ You shouted, but your husband simply stopped walking, and showed no signs of turning back. You attempted to walk towards him, as you cursed under your breath, ‘what was I expecting?’ Yixing grinned, before walking back and carrying you up bridal style, which made you squealed at the sudden action. You found yourself staring into yixing’s loving, brown eyes, before he leaned in and gave you a kiss right on the lips. ‘What was that for…?’ You asked, the moment he parted his lips with yours. ‘What do you mean what was that for? I can’t kiss my wife?’ Yixing answered with a laugh, before adding, ‘I’m starting to like you, y/n.’ You were lost within his words, as you mumbled to yourself, ‘wow, I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.’ Yixing heard you, in which he simply returned, ‘Oh? There’s more to come, Mrs Zhang.’

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years

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Almost A Thousand Years | Hisirdoux Casperan Headcannons

a little odd, but still fun to do. Also, I threw in some fun facts because headcannons are hard

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HEADCANNONS

(Y/N) had a slight Irish accent back in Camelot (she hung out in Ireland pre-Gunmar. It faded over time.)

It’s never specified, but the colour of her magic is red, because blue and red is the colour scheme of all good ships (jk, jk)

(Y/N) still has the good doctor’s plague mask

(Y/N) and Douxie share clothes. She’s cold? She wears his hoodie. It’s too bright out? He borrows her sunglasses (they’re heart shaped)

When they get time, Douxie, Zoe and Archie take it upon themselves to introduce (Y/N) to 90’s/2000’s culture. This ends with excessive amounts of G-noting between the three humans, much to the annoyance of Archie

Despite using an enchanted sword most of the time, (Y/N) is a decent shot (you had to be in the war :/ )

Speaking of swords, (Y/N) has two that she uses over the course of the fic, and one of them is only a technicality. There’s the sword that got stuck in Bular, and the one she uses for most of Trollhunters. She switches back after Jim kills Bular, allowing her to get her sword back

AND SPEAKING OF TECHNICALITIES, (Y/N) doesn’t consider herself one of Merlin’s apprentices since she was supposed to be spying on him during that time

There are probably a few meetings between Douxie and (Y/N) that were skipped in this fic. Can you blame me? I have to cover almost a thousand years of these two flirting

Speaking off, there may be a few extra chapters released after AATY ends, and that doesn’t include the Trollhunters stuff

While Douxie is better at fighting monsters, (Y/N) is better with demons

Both (Y/N) and Douxie mix lingo from different time periods a lot more than you see in this fic

Jeff Goldbum and the other immortals are still betting on (Y/N) and Douxie. Spoiler alert, Jeff wins the bet.

(Y/N) would fight literally every anti-vaxxer if Douxie didn’t stop her. He only does this because fighting so many people would probably get (Y/N) sent to prison

These two share the same brain cells and half the time Archie has custody of the cells anyways

When things calm down, (Y/N) teaches Douxie a bunch of healing spells because our favourite emo gets himself hurt a lot more than (Y/N) and it’s starting to worry her

Both (Y/N) and Zoe keep a stock of canned fish for Archie, (Y/N) has kept hers since the Jack the Ripper case, Zoe has kept hers since the early 90s

After they start living together, they become couple goals and it’s very soft (but you knew that already)

Post moving in together, Douxie will make (Y/N) her favourite tea whenever she’s sad.

Both of these nerds are eternally sleep deprived

After the 20s-40s (Y/N) doesn’t drink much

The amount of books in either of their living spaces is a gosh darn fire hazard

(Y/N) and Archie are and always have been bros, even if (Y/N) and Douxie aren’t getting along. Same with Zoe

Zoe was half serious about asking (Y/N) out in the 80s. She would do it just to get under Douxie’s skin, but also, you’re a cute doctor??? Who kicks ass??? Who wouldn’t date you, honestly

Magically, Douxie is stronger, but (Y/N) is obviously the better healer

Despite (Y/N)’s sass usually sent in his direction, Merlin approves of her and Douxie being together

The bond between (Y/N) and Douxie is usually more of an annoyance than anything

“HOW DO YOU KEEP RUNNING INTO DOORWAYS???”

“I DON’T KNOW!!!”

It is nice to know that you have someone out in the world though, and for that, they are thankful

Idk about you, but in my own personal opinion, (Y/N) is either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Overtime, that changes a little, she leans more towards Ravenclaw, but as a kid she was hella ambitious. Street urchin life does that :/

Douxie is probably a Hufflepuff

Mandatory Fuck JKR

(Y/N) is an ominous texter. It’s hilarious

Both of them prefer rainy weather (that means kisses in the rain!!!!!)

These nerds simp for each other and I love it

FUN FACTS!!!!!

Parts of AATY are vaguely based on songs from waitress (‘you matter to me’ and ‘bad idea’)

I wanted to include more side characters through time, but it never really happened. I am very happy with the good doctor and his impact as a character though

The good doctor’s whole side plot about his wife was based on something my grandpa said to me a while back. It was originally just something I put in to make his death more emotional, but it became a major part of the story, at least to me

I think at one point he mentions that his wife made him want to be a better person and (Y/N) goes, “I wish I had that, rip,” the idea was that she found that with Douxie. Idk how well that came across, but I tried

I tried to keep (Y/N) as gender neutral as possible. I kind of worked, but i kind of gave up on it at the end lol

When writing (Y/N), I basically made her do everything I would do if I were immortal

(Y/N) and Douxie’s relationship is not based on a real one in the slightest. It’s more of my idea of what a supportive relationship is

A few more songs that inspired specific chapters are: ‘The Vampire Masquerade’ by Peter Gundry, ‘Masquerade’ by Lindsey Sterling, ‘What is a Youth’ by Nino Rota or Joanna, and ‘Mamma Mia’ by Abba

I might just make a playlist for this actually

I wrote/write most of AATY at like, 3 a.m. so if something doesn’t make sense that’s probably why

I tried to fit as many tropes into this bad boy as i could (only one bed, fake dating) and on a more surface level, it’s an enemies to lovers slowburn that could be classified as a soulmate fic (even though the universe doesn't bond these two, Merlin does)

I started writing AATY there wasn’t enough Douxie x Reader fic and i wanted more

My worst fear is one of the creators seeing this lol

The first part of the first chapter is one of, if not my favourite part of AATY

#hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux imagine #almost a thousand years #aaty #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa douxie #toa hisirdoux #headcannons #headcanon #douxie headcanons

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Too Fast For Your Own Good Part 3 (Finale)

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks x Reader)

Words: 5656

Summary: Soulmate!AU - the first words your soulmate says to you is written on your body in ink.

Genre/Warnings: Some slight swear word usage. A little bit of kissing. Fluff and angst.

This part has some slight manga spoilers. Although I write it very vaguely, I still wanted to warn you guys! It happens basically right after where the anime ends, but I want you to know just in case. Please lmk if you have any questions about it, I would be really happy to answer your questions!

A/N: It is finally over! Only 3 parts, but I spent a lot of time on it so I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Also, I forgot to tag people in part 2 and decided to just wait till I posted this one. Please select part 1 or 2 based on what you missed. So sorry!!

(part 1) (part 2)

Your trek to the local Korean restaurant was rather eventful. Not only did Keigo lead the conversation by talking about himself, which helped in calming your nerves, but you were both stopped repeatedly for photos. Although Hawks was much more famous than you, you were still asked to join the photos more often than not which was rather endearing in the grand scheme of things.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were immediately ushered to a table and given water and tea. You politely thanked the waitress who told you she would be back with the complimentary appetizers. You bowed slightly while Hawks casually leaned back in his chair and stretched his wings.

She seemed to be an older lady and probably the owner of the restaurant, making politeness seem more necessary than usual to you.

Luckily, the two of you were sitting in a private area, something Hawks requested when you first entered the restaurant. His want for privacy made your heart thump in an unfamiliar way. On top of that, the area was dimly lit with almost ethereal lights that shined on Takami’s skin in a perfect way.

Your obvious looks to the hero did not go unnoticed and Hawks eventually decided to speak up. “You know, in Korean culture, the younger person should pour the elder the drink,” Keigo smirked while glossing over the menu.

“And what makes you think I’m younger?” You snapped back, your own cheeky smile glossing over your lips while you also busied yourself with reading over the menu to try and look as carefree as your soulmate seemed.

Hawks’ unrestrained laughter caught your attention and you looked back to him. “I know you are younger,” He explained, “It’s not like our birthdays are hidden from the world.”

“Oh?” You perked. You reached forward to grab the kettle of tea, giving Hawks a cue to hold up his small glass. You poured the hot, steeped tea while he presented his cup to you delicately. “So you did research on me?” You questioned once done pouring his glass.

“Why wouldn’t I look up the cute hero I had plans to meet today?” Keigo countered before blowing on the steaming tea and taking a sip.

A faint blush found its way onto your cheeks which Hawks immediately noticed. Before you had a chance to quip back, the waitress made her way to the table with a platter of small appetizers. You recognized a few of them immediately and suddenly became much more aware of your growling stomach. The japchae, kimchi, and seaweed salad stared back at you and you immediately opened your metal chopsticks.

“Thank you,” You commented while looking up to the waitress.

“Of course,” She replied, nodding slightly as a bow. “Are you ready to order?”

You looked at Hawks with a questioning face and nodded slightly to tell him you were ready. He smiled and looked to the waitress, “Yes, we are. Can I please have the chicken hot stone bowl?”

The lady nodded, wrote down his order, and looked at you. “And can I please have the veggie dumpling ramen with medium spice?” You added.

“Of course,” The waitress spoke while grabbing up your menus. “It will be right out.”

“So,” Hawks began once you were once again left alone, “Tell me more about you than can’t be found on a website.”

When you looked to meet Hawks’ eyes you saw a rather fond glint in them. They seemed soft which was difficult to do considering the sharp, black designs that outlined his goldeneyes. If you weren’t mistaken, it seemed the bird boy was genuinely interested in learning about someone else, a feat that not many people could say they’ve conquered. Takami was known for being closed-off in his social life, enjoying the company of few, but being charming enough to attract the company of all.

“Well, there’s not much to tell.” You took a small sip of the glass of water. “I always wanted to be a hero. I mean, who doesn’t when they’re younger, but with a quirk like mine it seemed rude not to become a hero,” You recounted, remembering all the people who told you your time stopping quirk could stop villainy altogether. “So, I went to U.A.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“So, you felt pressured to be a hero?” Hawks inquired.

“I guess?” You replied, “I don’t think about it very much.”

“Well, what about your quirk?” Hawks asked, a small smile graced his lips. “It must have been crazy to lie about your quirk for so long.”

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair. “Yeah, it was. I don’t know why I lied about it for so long.” You looked down at your lap. “In all honesty, it felt like I dug myself into a hole. I kept trying to just forget about it, but every time I went on a mission, I had to be careful to make it seem like I was teleporting.”

While you spoke, Hawks nodded periodically. It seemed like he really was paying attention which was something you really appreciated.

You looked down and bit your lip, it was hard to talk about how miserable you were sometimes. Especially with someone you just met. Even if he is your soulmate, it goes against natural human instincts to share so much of yourself right away.

Hawks noticed your reluctance to share and quickly changed the topic to something else. “What do you do in your free time?” He asked, leading the question in a more positive direction.

“Oh, this and that,” You laughed while pushing your hair away from your face. “Training, reading, hanging out with friends, and relaxing would probably summarize my free time the most. What about you?” You questioned before picking up your tea and taking a sip.

“Ah,” Hawks sighed. He followed you in taking a sip of your tea. “I don’t have much free time.”

Fuck.

You felt like such an idiot for asking. Obviously he doesn’t have free time! He’s the number two hero, he owns his own agency. Even right now, he is probably worried about how he looks and is coming across. No matter how private this area looks, you were sure there were paparazzi lurking around every corner and fangirls just begging for him to slip up and lose his rank in approval.

“Sorry,” You mumbled before grabbing your water and taking a few big gulps to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Don’t be,” Hawks nonchalantly consoled, a sympathetic smile spreading on his face. “I want the world to one day be so free from villainy that everyone, even heroes, are relaxed. I want to just kick back, you know? It’s gonna take hard work to get there and I plan to get there within my lifetime.”

A shy grin spread across your face. You looked at your lap to hide the blush you were currently nursing. It seemed Hawks was a very brave and passionate hero, something that could be considered very admirable and attractive.

Handsome, funny, and a kindhearted personality that made his wings seem like angel wings. This wasn’t like the Hawks you had read about. The confident, almost arrogant, man was covering many tabloids. It seemed everyone was trying to find out if the winged hero was really all that great and strong.

“You don’t have to hide your blush,” Hawks insisted, causing you to look up just in time to see the waitress carrying both your dishes.

You had gotten so caught up in the conversation that you barely ate any of the appetizers so far. You resisted pouting and reaching for the seaweed salad that was almost gone and instead smiled as the waitress placed your ramen in front of you.

Once she left, you snatched up the seaweed salad before Hawks could eat all of it. The blond laughed at your childish action and raised his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry,” You mumbled before using your chopsticks to grab some salad and stuffing your face full.

Hawks’ glorious laugh once again rang through the private area, making you feel much better. “I’m just glad my soulmate loves food as much as me.” He reasoned while picking at his bowl as if to find the perfect bite.

“Yeah,” You grinned, looking into Keigo’s eyes. “Isn’t it crazy?”

“That we both love food?” Takami joked. His smile made his cheeks look like apples and his eyes like crescent moons.

“No, you idiot,” You scolded. If he was close enough, you would have definitely slapped Hawks on his arm.

The winged hero laughed in reply once more. “It is,” He confirmed, “But it’s totally worth it. The craziness now should be worth it in the end.” Hawks sighed loudly and leaned back in his chair. “And trust me, life is crazy.” He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes.

For the first time, you noticed just how tired Hawks was. His wings were just a tad bit lower than when you were standing together on a stage in front of an audience. With these dim lights and close proximity, you were finally able to see the sunspots on his skin and purple bags under his eyes.

It made you all the more aware that your soulmate was busy and tired. It made you nervous that you might just be another chore for the winged hero. Just another person he has to take care of.

You gulped down the lump in your throat and nodded. “Yeah,” You vaguely replied before turning your attention to your ramen. You picked at the noodles while you continued to debate your relationship with Hawks.

“Hey,” You heard Takami’s soft voice speak up. Your nondominant hand, which had been placed on the table, was suddenly being held by the calloused hands of Hawks. You looked up to the golden boy to see his eyes filled with worry, his eyebrows furrowed, and a frown on his lips. “What’s wrong?” He inquired.

His warm hand encased yours and his thumb rubbed back and forth across the back of your hand.

“I’m okay,” You mumbled, “Nothing’s wrong.” You shook your head and looked back down.

“No,” Hawks countered, holding onto your hand tighter. “I can tell something is wrong. Please tell me, Y/L/N-kun.”

Hearing your name on his lips was something to behold. No Telethon. You aren’t a hero having dinner with another hero. You are having dinner with your soulmate. If you started your relationship based on lies, it would constantly be lies.

“I,” You stumbled, “I’m worried about you. Or more so our relationship.” You motioned in between the two of you and looked up at Hawks to see just how attentively he was watching and listening to you. “You are a busy man and I don’t want to burden you,” You clarified.

A few beats of silence and then the sound of Hawks once again sighing. His free hand came up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

During those seconds, you worried that he was going to tell you that in fact, you were a burden. You weren’t strong enough to protect yourself. You weren’t famous enough to stand next to him. You lied about your quirk and would bring down his approval rating.

“You aren’t going to burden me,” He ensured. His free hand moved to hold your other hand which was now resting on the table. Luckily, the table was small enough so neither of you were awkwardly leaning over your dishes. “You are my soulmate,” He continued, “And that doesn’t mean we are simply stuck together. It means that we are destined to make each other better people. You will never burden me.”

A small smile found its way onto your lips. “Thank you,” You whispered.

Hawks face mirrored yours. Tired eyes and smiles.

“Listen,” Hawks finally spoke up. “I could sit here all day admiring how beautiful you are, but I am so hungry and this chicken smells so good.”

Without realizing, you began laughing at his joke and leaned back, letting go of his hands. “Yes,” You insisted, “Let’s eat. Let’s stop worrying.”

“Agreed,” Hawks murmured before digging into his food.

By now, your ramen had enough time to cool down and you were able to scarf it down fast. For the rest of your dinner, you and Hawks casually chatted while digging into your food.

Eventually, the bill came and Hawks immediately put down his credit card.

By the time you left, you were in a much better mood. You were simply enjoying the company of Takami.

“Ooh,” Hawks gushed. He grabbed your hand and pulled you across the parking lot of the complex you were in. “Ice cream!”

You laughed at the childish antics of your date. And followed him as he practically glided towards the small ice cream store. It was a fairly cold night and definitely not one for ice cream considering the rain from this morning.

Regardless, Hawks was still determined to eat the delicious creamy treat.

A bell rang when you walked through the door. You were greeted by two shocked faces of teenagers. After the workers and few guests inside calmed down, you and Hawks were able to order each of your respective cones of ice cream.

This time, you insisted on paying.

The two of your left shoulder to shoulder, each of you licking at your ice cream cones.

“Where do you live?” Hawks mindlessly mumbled. “Is it far from here?”

“Oh, not too far,” You replied. “Maybe a twenty-five-minute walk from here?”

You were currently sitting at a small table outside of the creamery, debating what to do next.

“I could fly you home,” Keigo suggested. “I’d probably get there in 10.”

“Aw,” You joked, “And lose 15 minutes with you?” You nudged him with your shoulder and caused the winged hero to chuckle.

“Nah,” He replied, “We would just spend that 15 minutes doing something else.” He winked, causing you to blush and choke on the ice cream in your mouth.

Keigo laughed even harder and you shoved him harshly with your empty hand. “Jeez, you are too confident, Takami-kun.”

“Ahh,” The blond sighed, “My name sounds so good coming from you.” A lazy yet confident smile found its way onto his face and he slowly licked his lips, causing you to become aware of the cool wind blowing past your hot skin.

You took another bite out of your ice cream to cool you down, suddenly way too nervous to even think about kissing the hero in front of you.

“Nervous?” Takami asked, leaning forward to force you to look at him in the eyes.

“Maybe,” You mumbled, keeping your attention on your ice cream.

Hawks practically cackled at your response. Once his laughter died down, he looked at your blushing face and confidently asked, “How can you be so cute?”

You bit your lip and took a few breaths before looking at Takami. You scrunched up your face and pointed your finger at him, “Listen here, you better stop saying stuff like that or else.”

“Or else what?” Hawks challenged. A coy smile fell upon his lips and there was a glint in his eyes just begging you to do something.

“Or else I’ll have no choice, but to actually kiss you. In front of all these people.” You smirked at the blond and motioned to the busy complex. “Our relationship will get released in the papers before your managers have any time to prepare. They will hate you,” You hissed, hoping the threat would work.

“Like I care,” Hawks shrugged.

“Then kiss me,” You demanded, deciding to stand your ground instead of faltering back because of his confidence.

You watched the smirk on Keigo’s face disappear. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and his blown eyes stared at you nervously. “I can’t,” He mumbled in defeat.

You laughed at his actions and cheered in excitement. “I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He mumbled before digging into the cone part of his ice cream cone.

You laughed lightly before leaning towards Takami to whisper in his ear, “We’ll just kiss back at my apartment,” You tittered.

The comment grabbed Hawks’ attention, who smiled happily and lightly flapped his wings. It was just enough to make the area windy and get him about a foot off his feet before he stopped and plopped back down into the seat.

You laughed at your soulmate before finishing off your ice cream cone. You crumpled up the small wrapper and grabbed Keigo’s which he left on the table and tossed them. “Shall we go?” You asked, holding out your hand for him to take.

“Of course,” He replied, allowing you to help him up.

You two strolled through the streets to your apartment. Keigo offered multiple times to fly, but you insisted on walking. “I like seeing all the citizens I protect,” You reasoned, shrugging your shoulders and looking at Keigo.

The blond smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

You invited him up to your apartment and grabbed each of you a glass of water while Hawks curiously wandered around the apartment, looking at all of your belongings.

You spent most of the night chatting until the blond couldn’t help it anymore and kissed you. His soft lips graced your cheek and ear. His hot breath asked if he could kiss you.

With a meek nod, Hawks’ lips were all over you.

A shock ran through your body when his lips first attached to yours. You were sure it was something only soulmates felt when they kissed because you really had never felt this way before.

After what seemed like only seconds, or maybe minutes or hours. You really had no clue. Anyways, after some amount of time, Hawks pulled away and looked at his phone. “I’m so sorry, I have to go.”

You saw the clock read midnight and you really couldn’t blame him although you craved for him to spend the night.

“That’s okay,” You sighed, trying to regain your composure. “I’m sure you have a busy day tomorrow.” You bit your lip and gave yourself a push to ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. “Do you have any idea when we will see each other again?”

Hawks sighed. “Tomorrow. Come at noon to my agency and we’ll get lunch.”

“Really?” You giddily asked, not expecting to see him so quickly.

“I promise.” Hawks pulled his jacket back on, it had been discarded during the heated makeout session, and a little red book fell out.

“What’s this?” You asked as you picked it up and read the label.

Paranormal Liberation Front.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’ve read it,” Hawks spoke while snatching the book from your hands. “These guys have really been growing lately, gaining tons of attention. It may be old, but it still has a lot of power for today’s society. I know it’s long, so just read the highlighted parts.” He opened the book to flash you a random page with yellow highlights all over it. “Destro’s ideals are everything we could have asked for! A society where everyone can look out or themselves, it really fits this era!”

You took the book from Takami’s hands, too distracted to respond.

The speech he just gave you did not seem like him. Although it wasn’t like you knew very much about him anyways. “Yeah,” You sighed while tossing the book onto your coffee table.

You saw Takami out the door and he kissed you on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.” He whispered in your ear.

You smiled and waved goodbye to your soulmate. Once your door was closed, you let out a large breath you had been holding in. You stretched out your limbs and began your nighttime routine.

It was currently noon the next day and you walked through the double doors into Hawks’ agency. You, unfortunately, had to go straight to work after your lunch meeting so you were sporting your heroes uniform. It didn’t bother you too much considering you would be with Takami who was always in his hero uniform.

You were currently working a grin as you walked up to the front desk and told the receptionist that you had plans with Hawks.

“Ah yes, Telethon, of course,” The receptionist spoke. “Please have a seat right over there and someone will be right down to grab you.”

Although it sparked you as weird that Hawks wouldn’t just come down to greet you, you waved off the worry and happily sat down. Nothing could ruin today.

You had already called your manager and best friend to tell them the news. It was only a matter of time till you and Takami were official and you wanted your manager and best friend to be ready.

Eventually, a man came down to grab you. He was wearing a casual suit and had an earpiece on.

“Yes sir, I’ll bring up Telethon now,” You heard him whisper into the bluetooth device.

You stood up, well aware they were coming for you. “Hello,” You greeted with a small bow.

The person who came to grab you did not bow and instead simply motioned for you to follow. “Please come with me,” He mumbled.

Although concerned with the mystery surrounding your invitation to the company, you followed. You assumed you would mainly be working with Keigo. You did not expect to have to go through multiple people just to see him.

However, maybe this was just what it was like as the number two hero.

The trip up to the 13th floor was quiet and unbearably long. There was an awkward air around you both and it gave you this weird feeling. As if the person you were with knew something you didn’t.

Once the elevator dinged, you followed him through the halls. Eventually, he opened a door for you and mumbled out, “Please go in.”

You smiled and mumbled a small “Thank you.” Once you entered, you noticed multiple people sitting at an oblong table.

Your eyes flashed around the room to look at every one. First and foremost, you noticed your manager. Next, you noticed the manager who was with Hawks at the competition yesterday. Lastly, you noticed another manager sitting right next to him.

Everyone stood up once they saw you and you heard the click of the door closing behind you.

Immediately, you stopped time, unable to think clearly.

You needed time to think.

The unease in your stomach spread to your throat and your heart began to beat all too fast. You felt your sweat drip from the back of your neck to down your spine. You gulped down the lump in your throat and started time again, knowing that stalling the inevitable was worthless.

Your manager was motioning for you to sit next to them. Silently, you moved to take your seat.

About 10 feet away from you were two incredibly average looking people. They each looked so plain and stern. However, most of all, all you could think about was where is Takami?

You knew something was wrong. Tears swelled in your eyes and you looked down to hide them. You saw a single teardrop onto the shaking hands in your lap. You took in a deep breath and croaked out, “Why am I here?”

“Telethon, we are here because of your forming relationship with Hawks,” The female spoke, her voice rather curt.

The use of hero names irked you to no end. Before they could continue to speak, you looked back up to meet their eyes. “I’m Y/L/N Y/N, he is Takami Keigo and we are soulmates. Don’t belittle that if you are here to end it,” You hissed through seething teeth.

“Please, Y/L/N-san,” Your manager spoke, looking at you with pity in their eyes. “Please listen to them.”

Reluctantly, you looked back to the people across the table. “Go ahead,” You mumbled.

“Tele-Y/L/N-san, Takami-san is on a very important mission right now,” The male manager across the table explained. “We cannot give you explicit details, but it is vital to the safety of Musutafu that he remains undercover and does not date you now.”

“It would not only put his life in danger but also yours. We cannot take that risk,” The woman added.

There was a ringing in your ears that wouldn’t go away. In order to help you think clearly, you stopped time.

You felt so helpless. Like the world was coming crashing down on you. Through last night and today, all you thought about was how happy you now were. How happy Takami made you feel.

Without thinking clearly, you exited the room. Although your lungs were already beginning to burn, you pushed through and searched the hallway.

You had to find him.

You had to find Keigo.

Nobody could see you wandering around. You had a sinking suspicion that everyone at this agency knew your secret and you were determined to find him without the help of anyone else.

Knowing Hawks, although you only met him yesterday, he was probably on the top floor. Of course he would want to be high in the sky when he launched himself with his wings. You couldn’t use the elevator with time frozen so you ran up the stairs as fast as you could. If you weren’t right about him being on the top floor, you would have no time, no breath left, to keep searching.

Once you climbed up the 7 additional floors, you paced through the hall in an attempt to find Takami. There were no labels on the doors, so you had to open each and every single one to see if you could find him.

Eventually, finally, you opened a door to see Keigo nervously sitting on his sofa. He was sitting perfectly still and his bright wings were gray because of your quirk. Despite the stillness of his wings, you could see they had been nervously flapping like one would do with their legs when nervous.

You started time, took a deep breath in, and practically leaped at Hawks.

“Takami-kun,” You cried, falling to your knees and grabbing his hands.

Although shocked, Hawks still caught you to the best of his abilities. His wings no longer flapped because he was too shocked by your appearance. He did not expect you to run from the meeting, but here you were, right in front of him.

“Y/L/N-kun,” He whispered. You looked at him and he caressed your cheek and swept his finger across it to wipe away a tear that had fallen from your eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I had to see you,” You reasoned. “I need to hear you say it yourself.”

Takami’s phone rang.

You held him close, worried he would answer it, and direct you back to the meeting.

“Just tell me, please,” You begged.

“Sweetheart,” He mumbled, the endearing words falling from his lips. He never expected to see you like this. Yes, it was hard on him, but he had been trained since his childhood to dissociate. You were never trained to forget people easily, let alone your soulmate. “I know this hurts.” He pulled you up onto his lap and held you tightly. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“Please just tell me,” You pleaded. “Tell me what you can tell me and then I’ll go.”

Takami sighed, “Fine.” He ran his hand through his hair and took off his goggles.

You could tell he was worried, not irritated. He didn’t want to put you in harm's way. Before you could stop yourself, you kissed his cheek to try and calm his nerves, something that sent heat up his neck.

“I am working with some bad people,” He explained. “If I date you, then you’ll be a target. I can’t let that happen and I can’t say anything more. Please just read the book I gave you.” His golden eyes bore into yours. “Remember, read the highlights.”

You nodded at him with wide eyes, finally being forced to accept your fate.

The blond knew he should send you back now, he was sure people were on their way up to grab you. But he just couldn’t let go when you looked so weak and soft. He craved to continue to hold you and he knew this somehow related to the soulmate bond. He knew this was the last time he could hold you for a while. And so he held on tight. He held you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

He didn’t know how long it was, but eventually, security came up and you two had to part. The last he saw was you exiting the room with your head hung low. The image of you crying played on repeat in his head and made it all the much harder for him to forget you.

On your end, you were ushered back into the conference room and given a glass of water. After you chugged down the cup, you were handed a contract.

“Please take your time to read it over, we constructed it with your manager before this meeting,” The female manager spoke up. “Overall, it details that we cannot have you see Hawks, I mean Takami-san. This contract is to last six months. We are hoping it may be able to be canceled, but it also might have to be extended. As we said, Takami-san is under-”

“I know,” You interrupted and your eyes glossed over the contract. “I understand. I, um, I just had to hear it from Takami-kun,” You reasoned. You knew you must have looked crazy. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were surely red.

You just wanted to get this over with, fix up your appearance, and go to work.

You looked to your manager who nodded and reassuringly touched your hand. “I’m sorry,” He mouthed.

You nodded and finished reading the contract. You grabbed the pen on the table and signed each page. You said you goodbyes and followed your manager out of the building, not paying much attention to anything that was happening.

“Y/L/N-san,” Your manager sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

You meekly nodded as your manager ushered you into a private cab.

“I arranged for someone to cover your shift today,” Your manager debriefed. “I also arranged for Bubble Girl to come over with takeout and anything else she may deem necessary.” Your manager once again grabbed your hand. “I want you to be as happy as you can during a time like this.”

“Thank you,” You whispered. You wished you could show your happiness better, but it was too difficult to right now. As a result, you simply went through the motions of your day.

You got home and were greeted by your best friend, takeout, a punching bag, and face masks. You got out all your stress by punching your feelings out. You then showered and ate food while doing face masks and watching old movies. You smiled through the pain as you wished her a goodnight. You laid on your bed and cried again while looking up Takami on social media.

Eventually, around midnight, you ran out of tears. You sat up in your bed and chugged more water. You felt helpless, empty, like nothing in the world could make you happy.

It wasn’t very common that you felt this depressed, but a soulmate bond could have some major impacts on people. All day, you had been thinking of a story where two people died because they tried to ignore their bond. No matter how strong-willed Takami could be, and no matter how much you cared about keeping him safe, this could take a major toll on your mind and body.

You felt utterly defeated like there was nothing left to do. You couldn’t fight against the contract because it was only in place to protect you and you couldn’t help Hawks in his mission either.

You literally couldn’t do anything.

All you could do was go about your life and wait.

Or maybe…

You immediately stood up with a new mission on your mind. You beelined it out of your room and through your small hallway. You flicked on the living room light and glanced over the area in search of the small red book.

It was still sitting on the coffee table from when you gingerly placed it there the night before. You grabbed it off the table and walked back to your room while flicking through the pages. As of now, you weren’t paying too much attention to the words. You were much too distressed and tired to actually read.

As you reopened the door to your bedroom, you noticed a flash of red outside your window. Your room was too dark to see what it was, but out of pure surprise, you stopped time. Before starting it once again, you realized that the red blur could very well have been the winged hero you had been crying over.

You rushed to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Takami. If you were right that he was watching over you, you would know that Hawks was just as depressed as you were. Although it pained you to know he was sad, it at least proved that he longed for you just like you longed for him.

It proved he cared for you and would continue to look over you regardless.

Your eyes analyzed the sky outside your window. You searched up and down for any sign of your soulmate. Alas, you turned up nothing.

Once again, Hawks was simply too fast for his own good.

Taglist: @hawkso-o @fashinogi @sprinkklz @shirotology

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academy #mha #hawks #hawks x reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader

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bastardtetsu · 3 years

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✩ ･ emma’s top 10 of 2020 ･ ✩

thank you @honeybunny-sawamura for the tag !!! i didn’t start this blog until a bit later in the year, and i didn’t start fully writing & posting my own content until even later, but appreciating the things i’ve made so far has made me even more excited to continue creating in the new year <333

so without further ado here are my top 20 posts of the year (i.e. my personal favorites but also a few of my most popular ones bc i love validation too) :

⭑ chaotic spotify playlist titles (general hc)

one of the first and easily one of the stupidest things i’ve ever posted, but nonetheless one of my favorites

✩ critical thinking (kuroo multi-chapter)

my first full-length fic !!!! this is what ultimately catapulted me into actually actually writing and i’m really pleased with how it turned out :) big HUGE thank you to my angel and love elle @karasimpno for being my beta audience and biggest cheerleader while writing this, ily <33

⭑ suga sesh playlist

one my fav playlists i’ve made simply bc i hc suga to have the most immaculate music taste ever

✩ fine (tsukki oneshot)

one of my pieces for the 25 days of ficmas collab ! i feel like i hit the right balance of angry and soft that i feel towards tsukishima with this lol, also the vagueness of the ending is rlly yummy to me

⭑ you matter to me (kageyama drabble)

part of my stagedoor milestone event ! writing this made me so soft omg, the song this is based on is literally one of my favorites from waitress so i was thrilled when @solelytobios requested it <3

✩ mini mixtape milestone event

this whole event was so fun to do, i got so many awesome requests and had such a good time ! also thank u to everyone who liked the akaashi playlists for validating my niche music taste & my hc that he is heavily into contemporary jazz lmao

⭑ people will say we’re in love (kuroo oneshot)

another 25 days of ficmas piece, this one is simply a manifestation of my thirst towards both kuroo and star of the 2019 broadway revival of oklahoma! damon daunno. absolutely frothing over both of those men until the end of time

✩ kuroo’s vintage housewife playlist

my first playlist !!! i made this with tetsu in mind but honestly it could work for any character lol - for all the lil housewives out there who are happy to keep ur man’s dinner warm til he comes wearily home <3 i really went off and used my musical theatre education on this one too hehe

⭑ it only takes a taste (yukie oneshot)

i did it for the gays and i have no regrets. i wanna kiss her so bad </3

✩ this kuroo meme

i lied earlier, this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever posted. but i stand by my message

thank you again to everyone who has interacted with me and/or any of my work, y’all make my heart smile <3 happy 2021 !!!!! ✨🌻🌷

#e speaks #jade !#elle !

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ufonaut · 3 years

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Prompt: Alive!Alan has his two kids, and lives in BV with everyone else. Jen, probably not Todd lbr, is on the same team as Artemis, and Larry makes it his business to try to land this hot blond who is obviously ignoring him.

had to change some stuff around so its a lil bit closer to canon, alan doesnt live in bv etc. post s1 finale

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The diner is a Blue Valley original, must’ve been kicking around for years long before Jordan had made it into town all starry-eyed and coming off the heels of the JSA’s miraculous defeat. Hell, it’s probably why he’s chosen Nowhere, Nebraska as their base of operations in the first place -- Jordan’s spent his whole life nursing a chronic tendency to fall for that Norman Rockwell, All-American bullshit of a world that never was.

Larry doesn’t get the specifics of it, doesn’t like the diner much either no matter the rave reviews that keep getting thrown his way from everyone around and rare visitors alike. It’s not some health freak thing, though Larry’s under the firm impression that it’s his own business if that was the case, but rather the constant reminder of what this town with its Little House on the Prairie sensibilities isn’t.

It’s no Gotham, for a start.

Now, if going down to the diner meant getting served by a relic of a waitress that’s been no doubt chain-smoking since early childhood and the whole place smelled like it’d been deep-fried twice over, Larry would be all for it. That’s a diner. It’s Gotham tradition not to trust any restaurant that thinks itself above being a literal hole-in-the-wall.

As luck would have it, Larry’s walking past the offending place just now because Blue Valley believes in having every single business on a literal Main Street like it’s yet to move on past the 1900s. He’s on his way to Ripped City, which does sweeten the deal most mornings, and his light jog is accompanied by this fascinating internal monologue that comes to an abrupt and sudden stop in the face of the impossible. Larry stops in his tracks.

“No freakin’ way,” he mumbles and takes out his earbuds in what he’d call one of those instinctively idiotic attempts to see better. Wasting no time in laughing at himself, Larry steps closer to the diner’s window and squints at a reality he doesn’t-- can’t make sense of.

Fact of the matter is that he’s seen his fair share of heroes. There’s nothing humiliating about a defeat at the hands of the JSA Jr. when that used to be par for the course in the heyday of the real Justice Society of America. It’s probably why Larry’s bounced back quick enough, decidedly in action a couple months after that momentous occasion when he and Paula had decided there’s no real reason to put Artemis through the stress of changing schools after all.

The ISA is on something of a hiatus, sure, but Larry suspects an extended break will do Jordan some good whenever he finally decides to come outta hiding and, if nothing else, they could do with a less neurotic would-be leader. As always, he’s pleasantly willing to see it through out of a sense of novelty.

Point being, other than his own prevailing existence, Larry doesn’t see any reason for any big shots to be hanging around their neck of the woods and he doesn’t see any reason for dead men to be struggling with a travesty of an apple pie either. It’s not the neon-green teenage girl Larry’s spent these past few minutes staring at, as much of a worthy contender as she is in her drab surroundings.

For the first-- well, it might just be the second time total, Larry walks into the diner with the kind of determination he reserves for the field.

There’s nothing unassuming about the blond man sharing the last booth on the right with the aforementioned teenage girl and a boy with mousy brown hair that can’t be any older than her. Larry would recognise that face anywhere, the roll of his shoulders, his voice. For one thing, no one’s that big. He approaches without thinking, eyes wide at a surprise almost too good to be true.

The Green Lantern looks up halfway through a laugh and says, all traces of amusement fading like they’d never been there to begin with, “You.”

It’s a delight to be recognised. An honour, even. Larry knows his grin’s gone a little manic and finds that he doesn’t mind it in the least. “Me,” he agrees, much more fond than any possible guidelines for the chance meeting of one’s most-likely-deceased nemesis would dictate. Variations on that exact sentiment sort of come spilling out. “Bud, I missed ya so goddamn much, you have no idea how boring it’s been without your nonsense. Jeez, it’s been too long! C’mon, bring it in, Green La--”

Being suddenly faced with the undeniable shock of Green Lantern’s full height gets Larry shutting up like nothing else.

“We’re taking this outside,” Lantern says, as serious as Larry’s ever heard him, and indifferent to the multitude of stares now directed at their little extravaganza, he turns towards the kids to add, “Todd, make sure Jennie doesn’t follow me.”

Past the girl’s indignant hey!, outside seems to amount to the secluded alleyway behind the diner. Larry’s walked by Lantern’s side with no complaints, thrumming with an excitement he remembers well and doesn’t often feel nowadays. He doesn’t bother fighting a continued desire to grin nor appreciative glances over Green Lantern’s form. It’s always nice to mix business with pleasure, it only gets nicer when he finds himself slammed up against the nearest wall.

“Oof, someone’s all worked up.” Larry winks. “Missed me, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing here or how you tracked me down but you’re gonna regret it, bud.” The Green Lantern’s eyes are icy blue up-close and Larry’s absurdly reminded of the way frost swallows even the whites of Jordan’s eyes when he lets himself freeze all the way. All the same, even he runs warmer than the present company.

“I live here!” Larry laughs, glances down at the forearm the Lantern’s got pressed hard against his sternum. Something stirs in him. “No, really, I do! My question is, Greenie, what are you doing here?”

Lantern frowns at him, vaguely fascinating in his handsomeness with the way the sun catches in his blond hair and a jawline Old Hollywood can only dream of. Distantly, Larry thinks he’d like to bite him. It’s a thought that comes and goes in the interest of more immediate matters. “I’m looking for my lantern,” he admits, “I heard Stripesy took it.”

“Aw, what’s the matter, pal? Can’t take over satellites without it?”

Oh, Larry’s missed this. No one hovers on the edge like Green Lantern does, he knows that for a fact. Then again, it’s never been wise to taunt him. The smell of ozone taints the air as Larry catches a flicker of green flame along Lantern’s arms for the briefest of moments.

“I can do a lot worse,” is what Lantern settles on and Larry’s grin only widens, wild-eyed with it.

He bites his lip and ruminates on the possibilities. They’re close enough that the woodsy undertone of Green Lantern’s cologne mixes with the scent of that brief show of power, Larry’s even got a couple ideas on how to close the distance between them. “So, are we gonna fuck or what?” he says, blunt as ever. It’s hard not to breathe out a laugh when Lantern jumps back like Larry’s dealt him a particularly low blow. Larry likes to think he spies a flush staining his cheeks.

“Listen, Sportsmaster, you’re not gonna tell anyone you saw me here, alright?” Coming from Green Lantern, who’s turned to leave already, it’s nothing short of an order. “Keep your mouth shut and maybe I won’t be taking it out on you if I can’t find my lantern.”

“Hey, ya know where to find me!”

Larry offers an eager little wave. He’s not, in fact, all that sure the Green Lantern does know where to find him. A problem for the future, then. His smile doesn’t falter.

#ALAN SCOTT #LARRY CROCK #SPORTSMASTER #STARGIRL #GREEN LANTERN #FIC #GOD I HOPE THIS IS GOOD #anon #ask

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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Hoseok Reaction| You meet and don’t tell him you know who he is only for him to find out later

You had seen the posts from army that Hoseok was flying to LA for some big project. You also just so happened to be in the city as well, having always wanted to visit there. The fact that you were now standing in the same city as him made your stomach do somersaults. Realistically, you knew the chances of running into him in a city as big as this one were slim to none. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. So you walked around the city doing the things you had normally planned. Imagine your surprise when you were walking to grab breakfast and a man who looked strangely like Hoseok came walking up next to you. You were stopped at a cross walk and snuck a glance out of the corner of your eye. He was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face, but based on the recent photos you had seen of Hoseok at the airport you were almost 100% positive it was him. While you were waiting for the light to change you couldn’t help but notice he kept sneaking glances at you. You were doing the same to him and once your eyes met, you both looked away shyly. The light now signaled it was okay to cross and you both went across the street. You noticed that he made no move to adjust his speed, walking at the same pace as you.

“Excuse me.” You nearly jump out of your skin when he talks to you. You now can say for certain now you knew it was Hoseok. His voice was something you could recognize anywhere. you don’t react though at this realization. You wanted a chance to talk to him, no matter how small the interaction and you weren’t about to ruin it by fangirling over him. Even if he did look like a model straight off the runway.

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m looking for a good place to get breakfast. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Actually I am on my way to a cafe right now, it’s supposed to have pretty good reviews. Did you want to just come with me? I mean we don’t have to eat together! I can just show you where it is then we can go our separate ways after that.” He can’t help but chuckle at your rambling but he finds it quite endearing.

“Okay. That sounds nice.” You two walk for a few more seconds, wondering if you should try to make conversation with him or just enjoy the silence. Hoseok snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Are you from LA?”

“Oh.. no I actually am just visiting. I’ve always wanted to come here. What about you?”

“Ah no.. I’m from pretty far away.”

“Oh really? Where?”

“South Korea.”

“Oh! Really? What brings you to LA?”

“Secret business, important business.” You almost giggle as you remember that clip of Hoseok telling people about their important business so they wouldn’t take photos of them but you hold it in.

“Ah okay. You don’t have to tell me that’s fine. I’m just here for vacation really. Just enjoying the sights of the city and seeing what it has to offer.”

“That sounds really nice.. Every time I go to a new city it’s usually just to per- I mean work! Yes it’s usually for work.” He’s trying so hard not to give himself away.

“Ah, well maybe while you’re here now you could stay a little bit longer. Really get to take everything in. Surely they must give you some time off right?”

“Yeah.. actually I am supposed to be on a break right now but sometimes you just can’t leave your work alone you know?”

“Yeah, I totally understand.” You are standing outside the cafe now and he goes in first, holding the door open for you. The host greets you at the front.

“Ah hello! How many are in your party?” You think for sure this is the end of your conversation with Hoseok, you are ready to part ways and go about your day. You were completely surprised when he held up 2 fingers and then looked back at you.

“If that’s okay with you? Do you want to join me?”

“I’d love to. Thank you for asking me.” If there was any doubt in your mind about whether or not you were talking to Hoseok it was all wiped away when he lowered his mask and smiled at you. It completely took your breath away, seeing that he was just as handsome in person as he was in their videos and performances. Here with you right now he was just Jung Hoseok, not J-Hope and seeing him relaxed and unwind made you happy to see him enjoying himself.

You sit down and continue to talk more after you order your food, you asking him about his life back in South Korea. He gives vague answers but seems to be more interested in you anyway. You can’t believe the amount of times he’s smiled or laughed at something you said. It was like you two had known each other for such a long time. You instantly clicked, noticing that you personalities seemed to flow so well together.

“Ah, wait a minute I just realized I never asked you what your name was!”

“It’s y/n. And what about you?” You honestly aren’t expecting him to give you his real name, instead opting for the fond nickname he had been given by the members.

“You can call me Hobi.” He holds his hand out across the table and you shake it, noticing that he holds onto your hand for a little bit longer than necessary. He drops his hand, feeling a little flustered when the waitress comes to give you your food and he realizes how long he was holding on to you. You two spend more time eating your break fast and talking to each other, easily falling into conversation like you had known each other your whole lives. Suddenly his phone goes off. He answers and is speaking rather quickly in Korean, you catch a few words. Something about a rehearsal or music video? He hangs up and gives you an apologetic smile.

“Ah.. I’m sorry but work calls. I actually have to get going now but, it was really nice meeting you.” He stands up and seems to be having an internal debate with himself. “Do you.. do you think we can see each other again? I mean I’m going to be here for another few days at least and I was hoping maybe we could do this again if you'll be here for long?”

“I’d love that actually. Do you want my number?” He nods happily, handing you his phone. You notice he has a photo of himself and Yoongi as his background and it makes you smile. You put your number in his contacts and hand your phone so he can do the same, thankful that you had already pulled up your contacts so he wouldn’t see your phone wallpaper was of BTS.

“Text me later Hobi?”

“Yeah! After I am done working maybe we could go out to dinner or something?”

“I’d love that.”

You had grown quickly attached to him after that. You two spent everyday together for the next 3 days. After his ‘work’ you two would go out and see some sights or go to popular tourist attractions. He even took you to a Korean BBQ restaurant, wanting to tell you and show you more about his culture. You two drank and laughed and honestly you hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Hoseok really lived up to his stage name. After dinner he had offered to walk you back to your hotel since it was right up the block from where you two had ate .

“Do you want to come upstairs for a bit? We drank quite a bit and you should probably sober up before you go back.”

“Ah it’s only our third date and you’re already trying to take me home, scandalous!” You burst out laughing and he laughs along with you.

“I’m not trying anything weird with you Hobi. I just want to spend time with you. Maybe watch a movie- wait did you just say date?”

“You just caught on huh?”

“Is that what we’ve been doing?”

“I mean.. I was kind of hoping maybe you would see it that way?” You see him look down at his feet, too nervous to meet your gaze. You lean in and peck his cheek.

“I actually was thinking the same thing.” You take his hand and lace your fingers together as you walk upstairs. You let Hoseok scroll through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. Having found nothing of interest you both just sit on the bed thinking of random topics to talk about.

“What kind of music do you like? I don’t think I ever asked you?”

“Ah mostly hip hop and rap, some pop. What about you?”

“I like um.. pop music. Mostly just what plays on the radio you know?”

“You should play me your favorite song.” Well you certainly can’t do that because your favorite song is by his band and you’re trying not to give anything away. You scroll through and pick a random English pop song, however while you were scrolling your finger lingered a little too long on another song and it immediately started playing. Of course it would be a song from his mixtape. You’re panicking when you hear the all too familiar drum line of Piece of Peace start playing in the hotel room. Hoseok immediately jumps away from you and you feel your heart aching. He points an accusatory finger at you.

“You.. you knew who I was this whole time?!”

“Hobi, wait please I can explain.”

“Explain what?! That you used me? Huh is that all you wanted? Just an opportunity to get close to your bias so you can brag to all the fans? What have you been taking screen shots of our conversations? Planning to sell that selfie we took together? God I can’t believe you. I actually thought.. I actually thought you liked me. I thought for once in my life I had found someone I could just be Hoseok around but you proved that’s obviously never going to happen for me.”

“I do like you. Not Jhope, not Hobi, YOU Jung Hoseok. And I would never do something like that to you. Please just let me explain.”

“How the hell do you expect me to believe you when you’ve been lying to me this whole time? You know what? I’m done. Gosh now I have to go change my number because you’re probably going to give that out to everyone too I’m surprised my phone isn’t blowing up yet.” You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you sob loudly into the hotel room. Hoseok almost breaks, almost. Until he remembers that everything was just a lie. None of this was real for you, just some game to play with him until you went back home with bragging rights.

“I’m sorry Hoseok..”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sorry too.” He slams the hotel door on his way out and you feel like you can’t get a breath from how much you are crying. Hoseok debates with himself the whole way home. Should he have given you a chance to explain? Should he have stayed and demanded you deleted your conversations with each other? He had told you some really personal things that he hadn’t told very many people. He opened up to you, he trusted you. And it’s that realization that makes it hurt even worse.

“Am I ever going to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone? Or is it always going to be like this?” He says to no one. He sighs heavily and calls a cab to take him back to his hotel.

You feel awful. Worse than awful, you feel like the scum of the earth for hurting him. You should have just been honest from the start and maybe this never would have happened. The last thing you wanted to do was cause any sort of pain to an angel like him. You decide to be honest with him now, opening up your phone camera to record an apology to send to him, even though you’re certain he’s probably blocked your number, you have to try at least.

“Hoseok.. I am so sorry. No amount of words are ever going to be able to fully express how awful I feel for hurting you. I never wanted to betray your trust. These last few days I spent with you have been some of the best of my life. I haven’t laughed so much in.. gosh I can’t even remember how long. You made me so incredibly happy and all I did was hurt you. I.. I didn’t do this with bad intentions. I’m not going to sell our photo to the press, I’ll even delete it if you want me to. I’ll delete your number, erase our conversations whatever you want. I just wanted to get to know you. After our first day together I felt a strong connection with you and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I was a fan. I was worried you would turn tail and never talk to me again and I couldn't handle that. Well.. but now look that happened anyway. I know you’re never going to forgive me but I just had to tell you I was sorry and at least try to explain myself. I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” You turn the video off and send it, only to immediately start crying again. You don’t know how you held yourself together for that long. You’re surprised that the video actually went through. Suddenly you’re exhausted after today’s events and you drift off to sleep.

“I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he notices droplets of water start to fall on his phone. He wipes them away quickly trying to collect himself. He pauses for a moment, trying to work out the mess that was his brain right now. He felt so betrayed by you, and even though he had only known you for a short time he felt like his heart was broken. But hearing your heartfelt apology, knowing that you only had good intentions he found it difficult to stay angry with you. Only time would tell if you actually meant what you had said. With how he had yelled at you before storming out of the hotel, the hurtful things he had said to you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you actually would release all of his information. He scrolls through social media and is up quite late, trying to decide what to do and he’s slowly realizing that that scenario isn’t going to happen. You really were honest and telling the truth. And now he felt horrible. Before he could dwell on the feeling any longer he was struck with exhaustion and fell asleep.

When he woke up he frantically threw the covers around looking for his phone to see a text message from you.

I’m leaving in a few hours. I guess I’ll just delete your number then.. and everything else. I still will support you and be cheering for you though, just like a good fan should. I hope your project goes well and I can’t wait to see it. I know it’s going to be amazing because you put your whole heart into everything.

He panics as he looks at what time it is. You had sent that message 2 hours ago. He frantically runs out of his hotel room, not caring that he is still in his pajamas and didn’t even bother to try to hide his identity. He had to get to you before you left. He flagged down a taxi and asked them to hurry as fast as they could to get to your hotel. He got there in record time, running up to the front desk and asking if you had checked out yet.

“Ah.. I’m sorry but she just left. Is there anything I can help you with sir?” He shakes his head as his heart sinks and realizes that he’s too late. He sits on the couch in the lobby, debating if he should text you or if this was fate’s way of telling him that you two just weren’t meant to be. His thumb is still hovering over your contact information when suddenly he sees you walk through the lobby doors.

“H-Hoseok? What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here! The front desk told me you left!”

“That’s because I did.. I just left my charger in the room and was coming back to get it before I leave.”

“Please don’t go.” He practically jumps off the couch and runs over to you, taking your hand in his. “i got your message… I heard your apology. I should have listened to you yesterday I am such an idiot I am so sorry. I yelled at you and accused you of horrible things and I understand if you don’t want to see me again but.. I just had to tell you how sorry I was before you left.” He looks so sincere and you can’t bring yourself to leave him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. Hoseok stands there for a moment not moving, until you feel his arms snake around your waist and pull you in closer.

“I forgive you. If you can forgive me for lying to you too.”

“Of course. You did it with the best intentions I can’t be mad at you y/n.” He pulls away smiling warmly at you.

“Can we maybe continue where we left off?”

“Don’t you have to go?”

“I mean I was planning on staying for a few more days anyway. I just didn’t have a reason to anymore after I thought you hated me.”

“I could never hate you. You’re too sweet for that.” He leans down and pecks your cheek and you instantly feel a blush forming. You walk over to the front desk, asking if you can check back into your room. She gives you a knowing smile and hands you the key back.

“Guess I better go grab my stuff out of the cab.”

“I’ll grab it for you.” You watch him walking outside, feeling so incredibly grateful that he found it in his heart to forgive you. Hoseok was always such a kind and caring person, and seeing and getting to experience that first hand is something you will always appreciate. He walks back in and sees you staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.. just thinking about how happy I am you’re here with me right now.”

“I’m happy too. What do you want to do today?”

“Can we just stay in today? Maybe watch some TV, order room service?”

“That sounds great.” You two enter the elevator and head back to the room, not even bothering to unpack your stuff before you both flop onto the bed. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. He grabs the remote off the nightstand and flips through until he finds a movie he remembered you telling him that you liked.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah Hobi?”

“Thank you..” He didn’t have to tell you what he was thanking for, you already knew. You just smile up at him and kiss his cheek.

“And thank you too.”

#BTS reaction #bts reactions #BTS scenario #BTS scenarios #BTS imagine #BTS imagines #bts #jung hoseok #jhope #Hoseok reaction #Hoseok scenario #Hoseok imagine #hoseok x reader #reader x hoseok #jhope x reader #reader x jhope

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arocharacteradvice · 4 years

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A minor plot point of my story involves the mc getting in a qpr with his aroace friend. I’ve thought a lot about making sure not to break the aroace chara’s boundaries, but I’m slightly worried I might be overlooking the mc’s desires? If the aroace chara doesn’t want to do things like have sex/kiss but those are things the mc would want from him, would it be wrong to put them together? The aroace chara encourages the mc pursuing other people for those things. Is that good enough?

So, I’m not going to make a definitive statement as to whether putting these two characters into a qpr would be ‘wrong’ or not. I also can’t give much specific guidance as I haven’t read your story and this is a very nuanced topic. (Which isn’t your fault, I’m just explaining why my answers might seem vague) What I can do is give some pointers, and poise some questions of you that might help you figure out if this is a healthy dynamic.

I’ll be addressing the aro side of things obviously as this is an aro character advice blog, but you can go to ace blogs for more info on that, and to be honest most of the advice I’ll be giving can likely apply to both areas.

Ok so first off: You sound like you want to respect the aro character, and not have the mc pressure them, which is a very good start! But I feel like you may still be viewing the dynamic as one where mc wants something, the qp can’t give it, and his boundaries are a problem that need to be solved, just with another relationship in this case rather than ‘curing’ the aro or having them give in.To be honest this is probably on some level because the mc is the main character. As a writer, you tend to think in terms of your protagonist’s goals.

(also, as a note, if you were at all thinking about having the qp giving in and kissing the mc anyway, unless this is portrayed as very very negative, Don’t Do That for the love of positive representation)

Anyway! Please, please be clear in your writing that one person looking for a certain thing out of their relationship, and another person not looking for it, doesn’t mean the first person is hard done by and suffering horribly by compromising. It’s simply a matter of incompatibility in that area.

Especially when the situation with your characters is that one wants romance, and the relationship is queerplatonic. It’s an explicitly purely platonic relationship style! This isn’t a case of person A ‘overlooking’ their desires because of person B, this is a case of person A entering a relationship they know full well will Not be romantic, still feeling unsatisfied because it’s not romantic, and person B having to suggest solutions to something that isn’t technically a problem. Imagine getting frustrated with a waitress because they wouldn’t kiss you. Why would you expect them to? A qpr isn’t a romantic relationship with one ‘faulty’ partner. Don’t treat it as such.

(It’s a bit of a different situation with sex, as qprs can be sexual, but that’s not my area)

Sure, some qprs have more romantic coded elements, but they’re not an expectation. If you’re going to write a qpr, please understand that actions within them are on an equal playing field. kissing and having sex have no more inherent value than holding hands or watching a movie. It’s about what individuals want.

I’m also not trying to say that your mc doesn’t matter. Just that your bias could possibly be tipped towards him. He is compromising by not being able to kiss his qp, and the qp is probably compromising in a bunch of ways too. Maybe the qp wants to live together or get a dog or matching tattoos or go to heavy metal concerts together, and the mc doesn’t. There’s Stuff like that in all relationships, you just need to start also viewing romantic coded activities as Stuff, only with more cultural baggage.

On the topic of the mc having another partner: that sounds to me exactly like a compromise on the qp’s part. Did he go into this relationship wanting it to be polyamorous? Because it sounds like this is something he’s doing for the mc, especially as you say this is about the mc specifically having other partners, not the two of them as a couple becoming open. Even if the qp is enthusiastic about it, doesn’t mean it’s something he particularly wanted out of the relationship, just like the mc didn’t particularity want a non-romantic relationship.

I would also question you as to why the qp is enthusiastic, and whether that’s a character choice or something you’ve done to benefit the mc. Maybe examine whether you have a negative gut reaction to the mc not seeing someone else for kissing/sex, and if so, work on unlearning that. I’m not saying that in your specific situation, the qp must feel pressured or not good enough, but it does happen and it’s worth thinking about how aros would feel seeing a character they’re meant to identify with happily telling their partner to see other people for desires the aro can’t fulfill. I know I personally would feel uncomfortable with it unless it was really well written, as I’ve been in a similar situation myself.

Again, some people are fine with letting their partner do that kind of thing, or are polyamorous in the first place, but I would be very very careful about how you present it, (other aro blogs, and the qpr tag, may help) and consider whether it makes sense for the qp to feel this way based on context and their characterization.

I hope this hasn’t sounded too harsh. I’m very aware that you could have considered all this already, but I feel like I need to cover a lot of ground because I don’t know specifics about your characters and this is a stupidly complicated topic.

A few things to consider adding in or developing further:

Both partners entering or being allowed to enter other relationships. This might change the tone from ‘aros aren’t enough so my mc needs someone else to make up for it’ to ‘no one person has to fulfill either character’s desires!’.

Having the mc realise that he doesn’t actually don’t need to date someone else. Not in a way that reinforces toxic monogamy or the idea of soulmates, but presented as him just working through amatonormativity and decided he’s cool without kissing anyone.

Showing what both characters get out of the relationship, rather than just what the mc doesn’t get. For instance maybe there’s a show just the two of them are into, or the qp buys the coolest presents, or if one is home late the other always waits for them to start eating dinner. Just small things that present them as good for/happy with each other rather than focusing on the one area of incompatibility.

Showing why the qp wants to be in this relationship. I think this would help aro readers feel comfortable, as it’s kind of opt in for aros to date as opposed to alloromantics assuming they will, if that makes sense. We also, as a community, tend not to value our own goals and wants. Does he want that partner label to be able to easily explain what the mc means to him? Making that explicit would probably make him more relatable, and help stop aro readers projecting discomfort onto him. Explaining what makes the relationship fulfilling for him would also show that he doesn’t have to lower his expectations just because he’s not willing to be in a romantic relationship.

You don’t have to employ all or any of these ideas to make the relationship work, I just wanted you to have some options if you read my earlier advice on what not to do and though ‘heck, I did do that though’. You might also want to get some aro sensitivity readers to go through some later drafts of the story, though do be aware that some aros would be uncomfortable seeing an aro character in any kind of relationship. Not every aro will want to read what you write, but that’s ok so long as you consider those who will.

tl;dr: Don’t show the aro character’s boundaries as a hurdle, just a different relationship expectation than his partner. Consider why you’re writing the aro character the way you are, and take into consideration what they both enjoy about their relationship.

Good luck! And I’m so sorry for the long post!

- Mod Kaladin

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It Takes Two to Tango - Ch. 7

Pairing: eventual Prinxiety & Logicality Word Count: 2643 Warnings: Nerves (like vague mentions)

A/N: Ooh, we’re getting close to the end! The chapter of the big performance has arrived! :D (also, idk how historically accurate one part is but it’s my story and I wanted fluff so... *shrugs*) See you Tuesday for chapter eight! <3

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The restaurant that they arrive at is much fancier than what Roman is expecting. Based on where they ate lunch, he assumed that it would be a casual restaurant similar to a diner. But no, Virgil has taken him to a proper sit-down restaurant.

Virgil looks down shyly when he sees how surprised Roman is, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck as he stutters out, “U-uh, I just thought that it’d be a place you’d like.” Virgil gives a little shrug and Roman smiles.

“Well, you’re right about that, Virgil,” Roman says and Virgil relaxes just in time for Roman to lightly tap his nose with a finger. Virgil goes cross-eyed and blinks, causing Roman to chuckle softly. “Come on, Dark and Stormy Knight. Let’s get us a table.”

Virgil nods and goes ahead, dragging Roman with him. They get seated in a secluded corner table away from the other customers. Roman’s a bit confused but he guesses it has something to do with how Virgil’s basically a celebrity here.

Neither of them talks much until the food has been ordered, but once it has, they fall into an easy conversation with Virgil preparing Roman a bit for their upcoming performance.

“So basically, you have to follow my lead for the most part, but it’s evident that you’re good at that, so this should go smoothly. Just add your flashy, eye-catching moves at the appropriate times and the audience will love it.” Virgil says though he trusts Roman to do this well. After all, he did pick him to be his dance partner for tonight. That says something.

Roman nods in agreement, finding all of that easy to understand and what he was going to do anyway. With that, he starts telling a story of one of his first performances with Virgil listening intently.

The waitress comes with the food while they’re in the midst of telling stories to each other and she smiles as she sets the food down. “Pardon me if this sounds rude, but you two are really cute together.”

Virgil’s face goes hot while Roman’s mouth falls open a little in shock that she would make such an assumption and be okay with it (he hadn’t really expected anyone to be accepting of him in this time).

“W-we’re not!” Roman waves his hands while Virgil sinks back, a slightly embarrassed look on his face, but no disgust. Hmm, that’s interesting. But not exactly the most important thing right now.

Roman files that thought away for later as he swiftly and smoothly tells the waitress that they’re not a couple but she just giggles like she doesn’t quite believe them, leaving once all the food’s been put in front of them.

Virgil and Roman are silent for a moment, the sound of their cutlery sounding loud in their ears. “Well, that was something,” Roman says with a soft chuckle and Virgil gives a half-smile.

“Yeah, it certainly was…” Virgil starts to snicker, their eyes meeting and causing them to break into laughter.

It takes a bit of time before they’re able to look at each other without setting off more laughter, even the slightest bit of eye contact reminding them why they’re laughing. Once they’re both calm, they begin to eat, a calm and relaxed atmosphere settling over them.

At one point, Virgil looks up from his food to say something but catches Roman watching him fondly, causing his own cheeks to heat up. Roman blushes upon being caught and smiles coyly at him. Virgil snorts softly but says what he was going to say anyway, acting like he hadn’t caught Roman looking at him in the first place.

Roman finishes his food first, always having been a quick eater, so he just watches Virgil. Virgil’s aware of it this time, but it doesn’t feel as awkward as he would expect to have someone watching him expectantly like this. It almost feels comfortable...domestic, almost.

“You know, I really am glad that you chose me to be your partner for tonight.” Roman comments, a softness to his eyes that has Virgil melting internally.

“Yeah?” Virgil asks and Roman nods, a subtle shyness to his expression that Virgil finds adorable.

“Yeah. It means a lot.” Roman says with a slight shrug, trying to play it off as less important than what his words signify.

Virgil just smiles at him in response and finishes eating, paying for the meal when the waitress comes back despite Roman offering to pay for his half.

“Well, it’s showtime,” Virgil says, extending his hand towards Roman as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. When Roman takes it, he gives it a soft squeeze before leading Roman to the venue for their performance.

“Get dressed then stretch. You’ll need it.” Virgil orders as they arrive at the green room. He grabs his outfit and ducks behind one of the changing screens, Roman doing the same.

Roman comes out first as the dress isn’t that hard to put on compared to all the pieces on Virgil’s outfit and begins going through his stretches in preparation for the hours to come.

When Virgil steps out from behind the screen, he can’t help but watch Roman for a moment, quietly admiring the way the dress hugs his figure. He shakes his head, snorting softly to himself as he stretches out his muscles, not noticing the way that Roman’s eyes linger on him as he does so.

Roman tries to focus more on his stretches than on the other but it’s so difficult. Why do black and purple have to be the colors that make Virgil look gorgeous? Also, it hasn’t slipped his mind that their outfits are matching - both being primarily black with accents of another color.

Roman shakes his head, forcing his eyes down to focus on what he’s doing. It’s just for show purposes that they have to match. It’ll make a better impression on the audience. There’s nothing else to it. Even if it does make Roman’s heart flutter at other implications of their outfits matching. Like they’re a proper couple…

Once they’re stretched well enough, it’s just a matter of waiting until showtime. “Are you nervous?” Virgil asks, watching Roman with careful eyes.

“A little.” Roman says, shrugging a little, “But it’s nothing more than pre-show jitters. I’m fine.”

Virgil nods, assured by the certainty in his voice. “Good. You’ll do great. I know you will. The audience will love you.”

“They always do,” Roman says with a chuckle and a dramatic gesture that causes Virgil to start laughing. Roman’s eyes soften as he watches tears come to the corners of Virgil’s eyes, finding this show of unabashed glee beautiful. Or maybe that’s just Virgil.

“Well, glad to see you’re confident,” Virgil says once he’s stopped laughing. His eyes settle on a clock on the wall and nods, extending a hand to Roman once again. “Come on, let’s head to the stage.”

Roman takes his hand, hit with the realization that he’ll miss this when he has to go back to his own time. Thankfully, Virgil has turned away from him so he doesn’t see the split-second sad expression on Roman’s face.

Roman takes a deep breath, reminding himself that he’ll focus on the repercussions of his feelings for Virgil later, after the performance. It wouldn’t do to perform badly just because his mind is elsewhere.

Virgil leads Roman to the stage and they wait in the wings for the announcer to introduce them. They walk out to enthusiastic applause, bowing in front of the audience before turning to each other and getting into position.

The music starts to play and Virgil leads Roman in a slow walk to match the quietness of the music. As the music grows louder, it grows faster and so does their walk. At slight pauses between notes, Roman moves accordingly, his flashy moves slightly dulled down for this calmer part of the music.

Once the song has hit its most exciting point, Virgil and Roman are bouncing off of each other in terms of their moves, mimicking each other in some places and going off on their own in others. Either way, it has the audience following their every move.

The first song ends with Roman throwing an arm in the air as he leans into Virgil’s embrace. The audience goes wild with clapping, only stopping once the next song begins.

This goes like this for several songs before it’s the final one, Virgil letting Roman know while the audience is busy applauding them.

This time they both go all out with even Virgil showing flashier moves than usual. Something about this dance feels different, their excitement and passion blending with the audience’s to create a heady mix of emotions.

When it comes the time to do the big finale, Virgil draws Roman even closer to him as Roman extends one of his back legs, both of them prepared for Virgil to dip Roman. Roman pulls in the leg he extended up between them as Virgil dips him dangerously low, trusting Virgil not to drop him.

Roman throw one of his arms out and down as the final note hits and the audience goes wild, many audience members standing and clapping. Roman and Virgil stay stationary for a moment, breathing hard and looking into each others’ eyes.

Roman’s eyes slip down to Virgil’s lips for a moment, something that Virgil doesn’t miss, pressed as close as they are to each other. But as much as Roman knows he’d love to kiss Virgil right now, he also knows it’s not the time for it.

Instead, they both pull away and walk to the end of the stage and bow, eliciting even more applause from the audience. After a few moments, they both walk offstage and head back to the green room to change out of their dance clothes.

“Look, I don’t know what your plans are now that the performance is over,” Virgil says once they’re both back in their usual clothes. “But, would you mind staying the night with me one more time? I’ll let you go in the morning, but it's too late for me to let you go tonight.”

Roman smiles at the indirect way that Virgil’s trying to say that he doesn’t want to be without Roman either and he nods. “Of course, my emo prince. I’d love to.”

Virgil’s shoulders relax at his words. Silently, he takes Roman’s hand, taking a second to marvel at how comfortable that feels when they’ve barely known each other for a few days, and they head back to Virgil’s house together.

The walk back is relaxed and carefree, reminding Roman almost of the feeling he’d get when he walked a date back to their place. Their shoulders occasionally brush due to their close proximity and Roman has half a mind to just wrap an arm around Virgil’s waist to close the remaining distance.

He doesn’t, though, afraid that Virgil wouldn’t respond to it well and it would ruin their last night together. Also, he’s afraid of growing even closer to Virgil in a way that would make it nearly impossible for him to leave, though a growing part of him is worried that it’s already reached that point.

Once they arrive at Virgil’s house, they kick off their shoes and silently agree to head to the kitchen, both of them starving after their performance. There’s no discussion of what they’re going to eat, instead, Virgil starts cooking while Roman assists, the act of cooking almost like a dance between them.

As ravenous as they are, no talking happens over their second dinner, both finishing their food around the same time. It’s a silent agreement to leave the dishes for later as Roman takes Virgil’s hand and pulls him into the living room and settling on the couch together.

Unlike this morning - had it really been just a single day?- where they sat on opposite ends of the couch, this time Roman sits down and pulls Virgil to sit right beside him. Virgil simply chuckles and leans against Roman, smiling shyly when Roman wraps an arm around him.

“Hi there,” Virgil says, laughter in his voice as he meets Roman’s eyes, allowing himself to get lost in them now that they’re alone.

Roman blushes under his gaze and smiles at him, one full of happiness and warmth. “Why, hello.” He chuckles softly and draws Virgil a tiny bit closer. “Today was amazing. Thanks for showing me around.”

“It was no problem. It was nice. I don’t usually get to show people around here.” Virgil has a slightly unsure look before he rests his head on Roman’s shoulder, his voice sounding shy even to his own ears.

Roman’s heart just about stops beating the second Virgil does that, his heart-rate doubling in speed as Virgil makes a soft, contented noise and nestles into him. How is that one man can be this adorable?!

Roman hums lightly in response, reaching up and brushing Virgil’s bangs out of his eyes. Virgil makes a little sound and leans into Roman’s hand, his eyes slipping shut as Roman runs his fingers through his hair.

They stay like that for a little while until Roman brings his hand down to cup Virgil’s cheek. Their eyes meet and it’s like time has stopped. Roman leans down and brushes his lips against Virgil’s forehead. It hits him a second later what he just did and he’s about to apologize for not thinking when Virgil smirks at him.

“You missed, Princey. By like, a lot.” Virgil sets his hand on the back of Roman’s neck and kisses him.

Roman freezes for a second, unable to comprehend that Virgil likes him back, but when it feels like Virgil’s about to pull away, Roman grabs the front of his shirt and kisses him back.

There are no fireworks like in fairytales but there is the sense that Roman wouldn’t want to be kissing anyone else. He’s had a few kisses in his life before but none of them have made his head spin in quite the same way. None of them even compares.

Virgil pulls back first, panting heavily, his eyes both nervous and happy at the same time. Once he catches his breath, the nerves seem to outweigh the happiness. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

Roman cuts him off by kissing the tip of his nose gently. “It’s quite alright, my dark knight. I quite enjoyed it.” Roman soothes Virgil, running his fingers through Virgil’s hair until he has relaxed fully.

“It seems I have some thinking to do on what I’ll be doing from now on… I was planning on leaving town but now I’m not so sure.” Roman says and Virgil nods.

“We can discuss in the morning, but could you hold me for a little while longer?” Virgil asks, sounding vulnerable in a way that Roman hasn’t heard from this snarky dancer yet.

“Of course, Virgil, of course.” Roman pulls Virgil to lay against his chest and they stay like that until Virgil falls asleep in Roman’s arms.

Roman carries Virgil to his bed and tucks him in, leaning down and kissing his forehead softly. He shuts the door as quietly as he can in hopes of letting Virgil sleep and then he heads to the guest room, knowing he has a lot to deliberate on now. Because after that kiss, he does not want to leave Virgil. Despite how short a time they’ve known each other, it would hurt too much to be without him.

But, Roman smiles as he picks up the communication device Logan gave him, he won’t have to decide alone. Logan should be able to help him decide what’s the best thing to do in this situation.

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