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minawritesfanfic · 8 months

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David Rosen x Gn!Reader

A Better Version

Word Count: 2,544

Summary: You attend your cousins wedding and find yourself in the presence of David Rosen. Despite the wedding being over and having no cases that coincide, you and David continue to meet under the guise of ‘getting along as in-laws’.

Prologue

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I stood at the open bar, drowning out the festive cheers and music. Weddings were lovely and all but when you’re single and the cousin of a wannabe matchmaker and bride, wedding festivities are just the beginning of what you’ll experience that day.

My cousin Mackenzie had even given me a plus one just so I’d bring a date despite her limiting the guest list to long-term partners only, but she knew me well enough that even if she paid someone to be my plus one I’d wriggle my way out of it and show up alone. Speaking of the devil, I took a gentle sip of my drink to avoid her gaze. I could feel her eyes drilling holes into the back of my head, I certainly knew better than to meet her gaze right now. Thankfully all this wedding hoopla had her plenty distracted and I could down as much free alcohol as I pleased. Though I was surprised to hear my name, for a moment I thought it was Kenzie but when they called my name again I could more distinctly hear the familiar and silky voice call me.

“Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here,” I turned glancing over my shoulder, setting my martini glass down on the counter. To my surprise, I found the one and only United States Attorney General, David Rosen. I grinned, raising my eyebrow slightly in confusion.

“Yet here I am, but why are you?” I quipped back facing him more directly as I leaned back against the bar.

“Well considering this is my brother’s wedding, it would be odd if i wasn’t here. Hell, I wouldn’t miss this for the world, why are you here?” He asked, waving the bartender over for a drink of his own.

“Guess that makes us in-laws, somehow? The bride is my cousin. Anyways this is really fucking weird, so I’m going to continue getting drunk before Kenzie comes over here to set me up with one of your brothers’ friends or something.” I sighed into my drink, swishing the rich blue liquid in my glass, and took a slow long sip, enjoying the sweet flavour and slight tang with a satisfied sigh.

“What a small world we live in huh, this is definitely going to complicate my home and work life.” He joked taking a brief sip from the old-fashioned he ordered, I let out a laugh and set my glass down.

“It most certainly will, imagine explaining to your sister-in-law that you had to arrest and prosecute their favourite cousin. Fast track path to never meeting your future nieces and nephews,” I jeered with a snort.

“Hopefully that won’t have to be the case if that band of delinquents you work with stay in line with the law so I won't have to.” I scoffed as a lopsided grin grew on his face as he stared down at me, I noticed that his eyes no longer held that glazed-over and slightly irritated gaze. Rather now he looked at me with a gentle aloof yet still unreadable gaze.

His entire aura had changed honestly, normally he radiated tenacity, poise, and complete utter fucking arrogance. He’s also always had a clean, rigid, but impeccable sense of style too. A style that was especially evident now, his appearance remained clean but more gentle and calm. He wore pale green pants that matched his jacket, a white collared shirt, and a lavender tie that matched my outfit oddly enough. We both turned around upon hearing a chipper voice from behind, that called out my name.

“I see you did all the hard work for me, hi Davy, we’re both really glad you came,” Kenzie said with a bright smile on her face as she hugged David, her reception dress moving fluidly as she did so.

“Kenzie you did not, I practically work with him.” I hissed, folding my arms and glaring at her which she ignored as she rolled her eyes.

“Great so you already know each other, that’s why I picked him. Isn’t it cute, two lawyers defending the law side by side? It’s like a fairy tale romance, plus…” She leaned into me whispering in my ear, “I see how you’re checking him out and that dopey grin on your face, you can’t tell me you at least don’t think he’s charming.” I scoffed rolling my eyes and looking over at David who leaned against the counter with an amused and slightly confused grin on his face.

“Kenzie can’t we just celebrate your wedding and not play matchmaker? I quite enjoy the single life and don’t need you to keep setting me up. Especially when we conflict with each other at work.”

“Not so sorry to intrude but what is this about?” David butted in still looking quite amused.

“Davy, I told you that I had someone I wanted to introduce to you. I knew there was a possibility of you knowing each other, hadn’t expected you to so this is great. You two have fun chatting on this blind date, I have a reception to host.” She finished with a squeal and practically skipped away, I turned back around and signaled the bartender for another drink since mine now sat empty.

“I’m sorry about that, she’s been trying to set me up for years now. ‘Are you never going to have kids?' she asks, ‘We’ll never get to go on double dates!’ she whines. I’ll make sure she leaves you alone about this, I’m sorry for bringing you her nonsense.” I rambled on as I grabbed the freshly served drink I picked it up and ate the mint it came with.

“I don’t quite mind the idea of a blind date though, already blurring the lines between work and home. What's one step further?” I looked away from my drink at him, frankly startled by his words, seeing how flustered I was he continued, “I’m saying I want to continue this blind date set up with you. You aren’t half bad and I dare say I’m not either.”

“I... okay Woah woah woah, can we take a step back? I don’t even, what?”

“It’s a simple yes or no, is this a date or no?”

“No? Wait, yes, I mean yes. I’m just wow, speechless to say the least. This day just got way more interesting, okay so how do we go about this date then? I doubt you're much of a dancer,” I stammered slowly, regaining my composure as I gestured to the lively dance floor bustling with people.

“I may not like it but that doesn't mean I’m not good at it. What about you, are you out dancing in the rain during your free time?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it, but since you’re not averse to dancing mind joining me on the dance floor then, Davy?” I teased setting down my drink and walking away backward from the bar towards the ballroom floor.

He smiled and set down his drink to follow me, a Frank Sinatra song played on the speakers. I fully embraced the upbeat tune, my shoes clicking on the floor as I danced loosely switching my weight from foot to foot. He joined me following my pace, despite the earlier flirting we were both still unsure of what the hell was going on. Maybe it was the almost three martini’s I’d had but I felt daring as I grabbed his hand and linked fingers with him. We stared into each other's eyes for a beat just swaying back and forth, and slowly we snaked our arms around each other.

“So do you really dance out in the rain? I could tell you were a fascinating character, what other things do you do?”

“I do, it helps clear my mind and ease my tension. I also enjoy puzzles, and especially hand-making things. Whether it be food, crafts, or renovating my kitchen all on my own. Though I can’t bake much, my pies are superb. What about you?” He looked up with his lips slightly parted as he thought of an answer, the outer edges of his eyes crinkling as he did.

“I read quite a bit mostly sociology and theorize about it, I also do the occasional crossword puzzle with my morning cup of coffee.” I bit back a laugh as he raised a curious eyebrow at me.

“That’s exactly what I would’ve expected you to say, let me guess your go-to coffee choice is a red eye?” He rolled his eyes as a cheeky grin played on my face.

“Close but wrong, it’s an Americano.”

“How bland, I’m more of a Cappuccino person. I’ll never know how you all drink something so unsweetened and lifeless.”

“That’s what creamer and caramel drizzle are for, besides I’d prefer not to have an upset stomach from the gallons of milk you likely have poured in with a teaspoon of coffee.”

“Oh! I see how it is, that creamy texture and sweet taste is worth it though, sorry to hear your delicate stomach can’t handle a wee bit of milk.” We both laughed and a comfortable silence fell over us as we still danced entangled in each other.

Eventually, we moved away from the dance floor and sat at an unoccupied table drinking, eating, and chatting away. David was surprisingly quite fun to talk to and good at carrying conversations and was overall a lot more interesting than I’d first thought. He had a German Shepard named Lorelai, he was a homebody, and he wholly preferred chance meetings way more than he did using the up-and-coming online dating websites. It felt like mere minutes had passed when the wedding had come to an end and it was time to head home, though I wasn’t quite ready to end our date just yet.

We stood side by side outside the castle Kenzie chose as a venue's gates waiting for our rides, I leaned against him with my head resting on his shoulder. The Virginian breeze rustled my clothes and my hair, and the chatter of the other guests waiting for their rides floated around us. I tuned most of it out as all of the guests mindlessly rambled about whatever boring drama was going on in their lives, something about who slept with whose wife this time. Considering such a topic was an annoyingly large portion of what I deal with at work, I felt exhausted from only partially listening. I sat my head up and looked over at David, a dreamy look cast over his sunken face.

“Hey David, what do you say we do something fun? Wedding food is nice, but I’d kill for a burger right now.”

“With some curly fries and a shake, now you’ve got me hungry. I can’t imagine there’s anywhere open this late,” he said checking his watch.

“You’d be surprised, there’s this place close to my hotel that is open 24 hours. I didn’t get to try their burgers but the shakes are spectacular, so are you in?” I asked turning to face him fully as a taxi pulled up in front of us, he looked from me to the taxi as he thought.

“I’m in as long, just don’t you steal any of my fries.” He said opening the taxi door, then turned back to me.

“How gentlemanly of you Davy,” I teased again with a smile before getting in.

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“So after seeing her in that aquarium I made it my dream to become a mermaid, I even took swim lessons, practiced breath control, and learned different tricks with a tail on for years! If I didn’t fall in love with the law, we’d be meeting behind the glass wall of an aquarium.” I babbled on occasionally pausing due to my fits of giggles, David laughed along with me as I reminisced.

"Well, I must say, I'm relieved you didn't become a mermaid. Regardless of how funny it would have been to see you frolicking through the water with seashells and a tail, I much prefer seeing you in a courtroom advocating for your client. I do find it pretty admirable that you put so much passion into pursuing your dream, who knows though, maybe one day you could incorporate your love of the ocean into your legal career, somehow?"

“I wish, can’t even begin to think of how I would do that. What about you though, what's your wildest dream?” I rolled my head to face him, we both sat on the floor resting our heads on the base of the bed, an empty bottle of wine and a takeaway box of fries squished between us.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I was never really sure what I wanted to do or be, it’s honestly still crazy that I even have the job I do now. Law came out of nowhere and it just worked, I was this close to being a real estate agent.” He said with a soft but hearty laugh, his eyes were droopy as he stared up at the ceiling he yawned into his hand before looking over at me.

“Oh wow, Mr. Rosen the real estate agent, I’d let you sell me an overpriced house any time.” I laughed weakly, it was already three in the morning and it was obvious we were both exhausted. “David, would you like to sleep over?”

“Hmm, oh wow I hadn’t realized it was so late. If you would have me, I’d love to. Though I do wish I had something better to sleep in.” He sighed as he rose to his feet and extended a hand to help me up. I accepted his hand and rose.

“I doubt I have any for you to wear, just sleep naked,” I said with a yawn as I stumbled to the closet found my suitcase, and grabbed the pajamas that sat unworn, I just heard him hum in response behind me.

My pajamas weren’t anything special, just my favourite oversized shirt and biker shorts. I carefully took off my clothes and hung them in the closet, then I put on my pajamas. As I stepped away from the closet I found Rosen on the couch with the pathetic blanket they decorate the end of the bed with.

“I was assuming you’d join me on the bed, but who knows maybe this ‘comfortable’ couch and ‘warm’ blanket make for the best sleep,” I said as I stood over him with a hand on my hip.

“Well, I wouldn’t assume since this isn’t my hotel and with how drunk we are this seemed like the best option to avoid awkwardness at work.”

“I’m assuming you’d join me because we’re drunk, which is mostly my fault so the least I could do is offer you a nice bed to sleep in. Besides, if you don’t make it awkward, I won’t make it awkward. Now come on.” I grabbed a hold of his hands and pulled him up, dragging him to the bed with me.

We climbed into the bed and found comfort on our respective sides, I laid on my stomach and rested my head inwards. David had his back to me, I could see that his back was freckled lightly in the same way his face was. I just smiled and closed my eyes, finally getting my long-deserved beauty rest.

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#David Rosen x reader #David Rosen #x reader #reader insert #scandal #wedding #wine and fries #fluff

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cuubism · 2 months

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physical therapy, part 6.

Hob's been wavering on things like timeline with Dream because, well, he doesn't want to push, but he does obviously want more. There's a lot that he wants, and he thinks Dream wants it too. But Hob can be patient. Definitely. For sure. He's the epitome of patience.

In any case, after a few more dates which are oh so very patient, and in which Dream seems to be gradually coming more and more out of his shell, Hob finally takes the plunge and texts him:

If you want, come over to my place this weekend and I'll cook for you, and adds his address.

He paces nervously while waiting for a response. Dream coming over... he doesn't know how that would end. Well, it would hopefully at least end in Dream eating a proper meal, but other than that...

It's really not so long before he gets a response, though it feels like an eternity.

Okay, writes Dream, with a smile. 🙂 Should I bring anything?

Just yourself, writes Hob.

A shame, for I was planning to arrive incorporeally.

Hob smiles to himself at the comment. Dream is so much brighter once he decides he’s allowed to be.

On the agreed-upon date, Hob spends a truly excessive amount of time getting ready. He’s not even cooking anything elaborate, as he felt convinced he’d wind up fucking it up out of nerves if he did. But really, the quality of his food isn’t the wild card. What he’s nervous about is Dream’s response to being in his home. To being alone. Whether he’ll be okay with it. He doesn’t want to make Dream nervous.

But Dream arrives on time, and he’s smiling when Hob opens the door. He’s also carrying a huge canvas.

Oh!” Hob says, distracted from even kissing him hello. “What have you got there?”

“It is for you,” Dream says, and turns the canvas around so Hob can see it.

It’s a large painting of a rather clever-looking cat, bright colors and bold swathes of paint. It reminds Hob of Dream’s finger paintings, actually, but far more precise in technique. It’s lovely. It’s so cute. And much more playful than Dream’s older art, the pieces he had shown Hob from before his injury.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” he says, and Dream smiles shyly. “I take it your grip’s been feeling steadier, then?”

“Somewhat,” Dream says, following Hob deeper into the flat, as Hob takes the painting and sets it on top of a low bookshelf, propped against the wall. Later he’ll have to hang it up properly. “I am. Enjoying painting again. I think.”

It’s so good to hear. Each time Hob sees Dream he seems incrementally better. Less frozen. More outgoing. And it always makes Hob realize that he’s only gotten to see a fraction of the life that truly exists inside of him.

“I’m so glad to hear that, darling,” he says.

It hurts to think of the version of Dream that might have been there before being hurt. But Hob likes the Dream that he gets to know now.

He leads Dream into the kitchen and bids him to sit down at the table while Hob serves their food, which is staying warm on the stove. Normally, when he invites someone over, he’d offer them wine, but he doesn’t want Dream to get the wrong idea. God, he’s probably massively overthinking things. He’s being totally paranoid, he knows it. But it feels so important that it be right. He’d never forgive himself if he made Dream feel unsafe around him, even if it was by accident.

“I am curious what you’ve prepared to attempt to persuade me to change my habits,” Dream says, after taking a sip of the water Hob’s handed him.

“Something with a lot of butter,” Hob says, and Dream laughs softly. Dream needs it, though. He needs something that’ll stick to his bones.

What he has is tarragon chicken—fried in, truly, an excessive amount of butter—served over rice with string beans. If this can’t encourage Dream to eat real meals, nothing can.

And, gratifyingly, he’s right. Dream devours it, and has seconds. As he eats his own serving more sedately Hob wonders when the last time was that somebody actually cooked for him.

They barely even talk, but Hob doesn’t mind. He just wants Dream to eat.

“You can cook,” Dream says, and Hob laughs.

“Was that in question?”

A light blush graces Dream’s cheeks. “When you first mentioned cooking for me, I had the thought that you were a catch. For that reason among others.”

Hob can’t help himself from smiling—and perhaps blushing a bit, too. “I’ll have to keep it up, and maybe you’ll keep me.”

Dream looks down at his food, but murmurs, “I would like to.”

So Hob takes his hand on the table and squeezes it.

Later in the evening, when they’ve been ensconced on the couch for a while watching mindless telly, Dream’s head on his shoulder, Hob says, “You can stay over if you want. No expectations. Just don’t want you walking home in the dark.”

He’ll walk Dream home if that’s what he really wants, but it’s already midnight and it really might be easier to just stay put.

“Am I allowed to stay over in your bed?” Dream asks, and Hob’s pulse jumps.

“That’s what you want?”

Dream nods.

So, heart still beating hard, Hob says, “Alright. Come on, then.”

And Dream takes his hand as Hob draws him up.

He gets Dream situated with some of his pajamas, which are far too large on him, and with a spare toothbrush and so on, and when they’re finally ready he tries not to be too awkward or nervous as he climbs into bed and gestures Dream to follow, saying, “Come on, love.”

He expects Dream might hesitate, but he doesn’t, just crawls into bed after him and presses himself all up against Hob’s body, laying his head on Hob’s chest. And— God. He’s really decided that he trusts Hob. It puts a lump in Hob’s throat.

He feels like a fucking teenager again, stomach all fluttery just at the feeling of Dream lying against him. In past relationships, Hob had mostly jumped in sex-first, questions-later. But maybe there are more benefits to taking things slow than he thought. It makes every tiny thing feel monumental.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and Dream nods, hair brushing Hob’s chin.

“Yes, thank you.”

Hob pulls the blankets up over them, pets his hair. Dream lets out a long, happy sigh, and snuggles closer.

I’m going to keep you, Hob thinks. “Goodnight, Dream,” he says.

#a nice moment before ANGST #you didn't think we were done with angst did you XD #physical therapy fic #dreamling #my writing #tarragon chicken is a family recipe--thin chicken cutlets breaded and fried in butter with white wine wash and tons of chopped tarragon #i recommend

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morethansalad · 3 months

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Cauliflower Steak with Creamy Pepper Sauce (Vegan)

recipe is in German btw

#vegan #appetizer #dinner #valentine's day #cauliflower steak #vegan steak #cauliflower #sauces #black pepper #shallots #vegan cream #vegan butter #mustard #non alcoholic wine #soy sauce #sea salt #green beans #french fries

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little-tulips · 5 months

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Is Fowler's nine levels castel a Dante's Divine Comedy reference? Like it does have a little chapel in the dungeon where Fowler does talk to Jesus (well he talks to him like he's making a deal, which is more of the devil thing) so some religious symbolism is intended. And if it is so that it is intresting that Mizu is climbing up to the 9th level as opposed to Dante who descends into the 9th level of hell. Which seems to mean that the paradigm has been fliped (in this senerio I mean). It's also intresting that once Mizu reaches the final level she finds four figures there, just like Dante. She finds Fowler, Heiji Shindo, and their business associates. Dante finds the devil munching on the three big traitors.

#blue eye samurai #it is also very likely that none of this makes any sense and my english degree just fried my brain #also something something about the final level of the inferno being frozen and Mizu jumping into frozen water #it is also very likely that this post is just christmas wine talking #unfinished thought

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chuck-snowbug · 4 months

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“Saizeriya” After Running!!!: Red Wine, Buffalo Mozzarella Cheese & Cherry Tomatoes, Petit Focaccia, Grilled Escargots, Grilled Spicy Chicken, Cream Corn Soup, Grilled Skewered Lamb, PIZZA with Sausage, Doria with Meat Sauce & Cheese - December 25, 2023.

#saizeriya #pizza #red wine #escargot #fried chicken

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fragrantpines · 1 year

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Thinking about kissing food men 💕

Yangzhou rice's face explodes into a blush whenever you kiss him. People who know that he is a food soul but don't know exactly what kind of food soul he is will easily mistake him for a ripe tomato from how incredibly red his face would become.

After dating for a long time, his blush never truly disappears, it only lessens as time goes by as he gets used to your kisses and sudden bursts of affection, even reciprocating them in his own loving way after he gets over the embarrassment. Oh, but don't think that he'll become immune to your affections one day. All you have to do is kiss him once, slowly pull away while twirling his hair in your finger before saying "I love you" with your whole heart and– man down man down!! Someone get Dumpling right this instant!!!

Kissing Meng Po Soup is like falling into a sea of spider lilies. His lips are as cold as snow but are also as soft as silk, tempting you to deepen the kiss and allow him to wrap his arms around your waist, letting him pull you into a tight embrace before he falls asleep again with you in his arms. Even if you try to pull away, his scent is incredibly toxic, a deadly poison that pushes all thoughts to the back of your mind and whispers at you to fall asleep with him, to accompany him to a dreamland where both of you can stay and live happily ever after together.

"Hm… don't go, stay with me…."

It's hard to tell whether he was awake or asleep when he said that as your mind was already on the brink of unconsciousness.

Perhaps a little nap will help….

If you get caught trying to kiss Toso Wine, he will immediately give you a bombastic side eye. Maybe even a criminal offensive side eye.

"What do you think you're doing? Have you finished memorizing all the common herbs used in medicine yet? You haven't? Then don't think of moving an inch from that spot until you can recall them all!"

In the blink of an eye, he turns his wheelchair and leaves the room at record speed, leaving you dumbfounded but too scared to move unless he comes back in and demands you to recite all the herbs right there and right now.

Unbeknownst to you, Toso Wine will be just outside the door, covering the lower part of his face with the back of his hand as his eyes glare holes into the floor below him. He doesn't need to look into the mirror to know that his ears look as if they were on fire, making the blush spread across his face turn even darker.

"Stupid." He curses under his breath, pondering on how to approach you and ask you to kiss him again without being too obvious about how much he craves your touch.

Kissing Taibai Duck depends on 3 factors: time, location and how drunk he is.

The last one is especially, especially important. Drunk Baiya and not drunk baiya were two entirely different people so proceed with caution.

Depending on how drunk Baiya is, he'll either tease you about it or not even realize that you've kissed him. The latter only happens when he's incredibly intoxicated but if you try to go in for another kiss, he'll grab you by the wrist before swiftly placing his lips over yours, engaging a fiery kiss that ends with you feeling as if you were as drunk as the charming man smirking down at you. However, if he teases you and you try to move away, he'll panic and pull on your sleeve, asking you to stay for a little longer. If you agree, he'll grin and kiss you lightly, thanking you for staying by his side.

On the rare occasions when Baiya isn't intoxicated, your kisses become his new form of intoxication. His kisses aren't limited to just your face. Your hands, your legs, your neck… anywhere that he can possibly reach on your body is a place that he will kiss on. If you ask him to stop, all he'll do is chuckle and kiss your lips briefly before continuing– but not before cupping your cheeks and gazing into your eyes softly.

"If time could ease its relentless march when we’re together,

and hasten its plodding pace when we’re apart,

I could spend an eternity in your arms,

to savor love everlasting in my heart."

The poem in Baiya's part:

https://www.momjunction.com/articles/short-love-poems_00697479/

18. Mi Amor

- Benjay

I was going to put in a romantic chinese poem for Baiya's part but all of em were too long for my liking so I took one from another website :') Got to brush up on my poetry skills if I were to write more Baiya stuff in the future

Update: Changed Taibai -> Baiya, changed Toso Wine -> Tusu Elixir