#( and lo and behold here we are a week after buying it and we still don't have it HAHAHA )

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

I am not sure my submission sent 🥺 HARRYCHELLA! His noticeable pregnant wife jamming with their friends at Coachella. Her heart would burst and the fans be so happy too see her at the festival. Harry might even speak to her from the stage and make sure Lambert is keeping her hydrated in the heat. The emotions would erupt when her man duets with Shania, particularly with the lyric, ‘Looks like we made it’ because she was told she would not have children. Shania would offer her congratulations.

I loved this request so much! Thank you for sending it, I did change something a little and I didn't think it would turn out to be this long, I hope this is what you expected

Look how far we've come

If you were to tell Harry 12 years ago that he would be playing in front of 125,000 people as a solo artist and headliner of one of the biggest music festivals in the US, he would have laughed.

And yet here he was, about to go out and perform for the first time since the US leg of Love on Tour ended, ready to perform a brand-new single of his new record that would be out for the world in roughly five weeks, and a few surprises under his sleeve.

He is sitting on his trailer, hair and makeup ready and changed into the rainbow jumpsuit Alessandro and Harry Lambert had designed for him, finishing some work phone calls with Jeff when the trailer opens and in comes Harry Lambert, Glenne and his wife, his beautiful, pregnant and glowing wife.

It was still surreal to think that in roughly 4 weeks they would have a new member in their little family, especially after the struggle they went through to conceive their baby. They had met through Glenne, they worked together at the time, and she invited her to a party in her house where Harry was also in attendance, Glenne introduced them hoping there would be something there and boy was there something.

After dating for two years, he popped the question during a trip to the Amalfi Coast, where they wed just a few months after, with their closest friends and family in attendance and a promise of forever together.

The first few months were spent travelling between recoding Fine Line and enjoying each other, and after returning home the question on whether it was time to have a baby came into the table and they decided they were ready to do so. But after three months went by and there was no baby yet, they decided to visit her doctor, who confirmed that they were healthy and maybe it was just a matter of time.

They tried to take it slow and enjoy everything, especially the baby making process, but Harry could see that it was starting to take a toll on her mental health which in turn had them discussing and agreeing to take a break and enjoying each other, which was a little easier given the lockdown they were into.

When 2021 rolled around they sat down as they did each year in order to define their goals and dreams for 2021, where they both agreed that the number one dream for this year would be to welcome a baby.

Lo and behold 2021 made their dream come true; a little good luck charm before the first Love on Tour concert had her buying a pregnancy test in a pharmacy in New York a few weeks later and finding out in a bathroom in Madison Square Garden that two would become three.

After the initial shock and tears Y/N decided to run to the nearest H&M, where she bought a newborn onesie and returned to the Garden, where she bought the smallest size of a Love on Tour t-shirt and cut out the little bunny and sewed it to the onesie.

After an electric and awesome concert, they returned to the hotel, where Harry showered and they sat to eat the pizza they had bought on their way back, and as Shania Twain was singing “You’re Still the One” she gave him the onesie she had crafted and let her husband know that their dream was coming true, and she will forever cherish his reaction to the news.

From there on they made sure to record anything and everything and enjoy this pregnancy as if it were to be their last, which included letting his beautiful wife eat her weight on whatever made her happy, which at the moment was a huge lemon sherbet.

“You gonna share baby?”, Harry Lambert was the first to speak “No she won’t, she’s pregnant and hot and if you dare let my creation get dirty, I will kill you and I don’t want to let Baby Styles grow without a father”

Giggles erupted around the room and as she neared herself to Harry, she felt him kissing her belly and giving her a squeeze. She had been blessed to be an all-belly pregnant woman, but these last few weeks had been tough on her. Harry had fought her on coming to Coachella, but she understood how important this was to him so here she was ready to cheer the loudest for him.

A few seconds later a staff member came to collect Harry and they all started making their way to the main scenario, where in a few he would be performing; stopping backstage he turned to his wife and gave her multiple kisses, he pulled back a little and whispered to her lips “Please, my love, if you feel faint go back home okay?”, she nodded.

He then turned to his team, his family on the road who were all so happy and excited for him, “Please make sure she is hydrated, and if there is any sign of discomfort, get her home”, Harry Lambert nodded and gave Y/N a side hug, “Don’t worry rockstar, we’ll take care of the real MVP here”, he then kissed her cheek as they all laughed.

After making their way to the reserved spot for them, they nodded to a few fans and got ready to see Harry and his band perform, which was a bomb, he sang “As It Was” for the first time as well as singing to new songs she dearly remembers him writing and producing.

Harry had also taken the time to talk to the crowd tonight and thank them for their continuous support, he then made his way along the runway they had placed and when he walked near the spot where his friend and wife were the first thing he did was see if she was okay, to which she nodded and showed him her water bottle.

He smiled and started making his way back onstage. Y/N had been having the time of her life, especially because the little baby inside her had been so active and that also reassured her so much, but she swears she’s going to pass out when the first notes of “Man! I Feel Like A Woman!” started playing and Shania Twain came out to perform with her man.

Lambert had to literally stand behind her in order to catch her if she was to fall, after an awesome performance they sat down in two stools they had brought out, where he started speaking on how she was a big part of his childhood and her teaching and the special bond he had with his mom over his music before singing “You’re Still the One”, when the song ended she said her goodbyes and he continued to perform.

As he was done, they started making their way backstage, where she found her husband talking with Shania, when he saw her he smiled so big and reached to hug her, where he nuzzled his head into her shoulder and she whispered to him how proud she was.

They pulled back and after a little kiss he turned to Shania, who gave Y/N a heartfelt hug and she then returned next to her husband who spoke up, “I really didn’t want to bring this up on stage because it is very personal”, Shania nodded as a way of confirming he had her whole attention

“We struggled to conceive for about three years and we weren’t even sure what we would do if we were never to have a baby, but when she found out she was pregnant she let me know in the most special way, and coincidentally, ‘You’re Still the One’ was playing, so being able to sing with you today ‘Looks like we made it’ felt like a sign from the Universe, that everything would be all right for us”

He then turned to look at his wife and upon noticing the unshed tears he pulled her in for a hug and cleaned them for her, they turned to look at Shania who reached for both of them and hugged them, they stayed like that for a few until she pulled back and reached for their hands and gave them a squeeze before speaking up

“Harry more than anything we are friends, I was so excited to learn that you guys were having a baby, but the fact that you chose to share with me this special memory means the world and I will forever be grateful to have been a part of it in a way” the three of them laughed before she continued

“That baby is so lucky to have you both as their parents, and I know that you will make sure that they turn out to be as good human beings as you two are, and I cannot wait to meet them and tell them all about the love you two share”

He smiled before turning to his wife, “Neither can we”

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[aitapokemon]

Alex experience

AITA for (attempting) killing somebody using my Doublade?

OK this is sounds bad but hear me out, for context I am a male (13) originally from Hoenn came to Kalos to go to do my first journey with my starter a Riolu (later evolve into Lucario) given to me by my father and grandfather.

On my journey I caught a Honedge that didnt want to evolve into Aegislash as my eight capture in the region, I don't have any problem with this, mind you, as I doesn't like Aegislash too much anyways and liking Doublade more. And although I don't have problem with it apparently some people, who like to poke their nose onto someone else problem doesn't like both our decision because apparently that I have been holding back my Doublade potential. So this male Karen heard our plan to go to a jewelry shop so I can buy my Doublade something to hold his everstone so it won't slip in the battle, I dont know what triggers it but this Karen start to screamed at me about how I 'abuse' my Pokemon's so they afraid to evolve and about how I should handed over all of my Pokemon before he called on officer Jenny to report my 'abuse'.

We all probably had an experience dealing with this kind of Karen on our journey at least once right? So I already prepared to dealt with it by ignoring him. Apparently its a mistake as the Karen figured it out that if I ignoring him then he'll stalk me until I bend to his will, mind you I am camping on the wildness to avoid being interrupted when I'm training my other 'Mons. And because of that the inevitable happen, my Braixen who's been sparring with my Lucario accidentally fired a Will-O-Wisp in the direction of Karen's tent and it catches on fire, thankfully all of his stuff is still outside since he just finished setting up his tent, deliberately close to our training ground, and thats how the nuclear start, and by Arceus he's lucky that I did not immediately kill him in the forrest, he throw tantrum about how I order my Pokemon to kill him before he reported my 'abuse' to Jenny when I apologize to him about the tent and promising him that I will replace it once we got in to the near town. He won't have it though even tho its his own fault that he set his tent near my Pokemon training ground, mind you we already camped here for almost a week now.

But anyways long story short when we arrived at the closest town after the nightmarish walk accompany by the Distortion world most devilish creature that made even Darkrai jealous I immediately go to a pokecenter to book a room and for some of my Pokemon to get a health check after a week on the road, I headed to my room to stash my things before going to sightseeing with some of my teammates, now apparently some of them chose to lazing in the room rather than sightseeing so I left them with my stuff to guard while I take a walk with my starter and Doublade. I don't do much on my walk just finding a jewelry store to bought some kind of ring that the everstone can be placed on the center of it for my Doublade and a new tent to replace what I owe to Karen. I actually became a bit suspicious when I don't see a hair of him to pester me about the so-called abuse but I don't think much about it picked up my Pokemon's from nurse Joy, but I should have been wary because lo and behold the Karen leisurely sprawled on the bed with his things scattered on it and my belongings tossed on the floor carelessly with my remaining two Pokemon's growling at him, then he had the audacity to say that I should sleep on the floor while he take the bed "is the least you can do for destroying my tent" he say. I had non of it and gather his belongings and throw them to the hallway along with his new tent while he screeched at me while chasing after his things. He caused so much ruckus that made other people who stayed on the same floor poked their heads out to see what's the commotion is about, someone even called officer Jenny on him when he try to go after the Pokemon egg I hold.

And that made me snap, I am tired hungry and in need to cuddle with my Pokemons and this Karen had the balls to go after my baby, so I hand over the egg to my Braixen before grabbing one of the handle of my Doublade sword and stabbed at the direction of Karen's head, I purposely miss but making sure that he got a thin slice on the side of his head where my Doublade sword embed on the wall, he immediately goes white "you listen to me you little shit, I am in no way have a requirements to comply in your entitled ass, but I have been very patient this last few days in hopes that you will leave me and mine alone, but now you just cross the line by attacking my baby, so I will give this options for you to follow, either you get the hell out of this floor calmly, or you get out of this building with a missing organ, it is yours to pick." And I mean every words I say, after I said that he began to scrambled gathering his things (including the new tent I bought) and running like Girantina themself after him.

Officer Jenny caught him before he leave the building tho, apparently one of the other trainer starts filming after they finished the call giving the officer the evidence she need to arrest the Karen.

So AITA?

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[ourlittledinosaur]

Patio Gardening: A Farmer in the Making

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Patio Gardening: A Farmer in the Making

Moss Sphere Salad Planter

For a few months now I have wanted to do the moss ball salad greens thing. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s all the rage. Check out this video!

A Visit to the Nursery

A couple weeks ago we went to our local nursery to see if they had the moss spheres in stock. What we discovered was even better.

As we walked around looking at all the plants, I noticed an event flyer and gave it a once over. Lo and behold they were going to have a class on edible gardens the following week! My husband and I got really excited and decided we would attend the class.

So a week went by and we went to the class. We learned so much! The gardening expert talked about fertilizing and watering, and all sorts of tips and tricks to aid us in our gardening adventure. After the lesson, we got started. We picked out our plants, and followed along as the leader walked us through what to do.

Hanging Basket Edible Garden

Between the two of us, we ended up making three hanging baskets. Here in South Texas we have two growing seasons, so one of our baskets we filled with Strawberry plants that we will harvest in the Springtime. The other two we filled with salad greens and common herbs we use in the kitchen. Once they fill out, we can just snip off the bit of salad we need, and set it on the dinner table. Pretty cool, huh? I really want to cut down on our groceries in this respect, not to mention waste. Oftentimes, I will buy a bag of salad greens and won’t be able to get through it before it spoils (usually because I am the only one eating them). When we lived in our house, we were able to plant some different greens and lots of herbs, but we had to say goodbye to many of the things we planted when we moved into our apartment.

Headed Home – Never a Dull Moment

So we finished our baskets, paid for them, then headed home to set them up on our patio. My husband and I were chatting about this and that, very excited to get to garden again.

Then I heard a gagging sound and turned in horror to see my son vomit up a mixture of milk and…you guessed it! Dirt. Once I ascertained that he was ok and we didn’t need to pull the car over, I had to laugh. He was still reaching out to grab at the planter we had set next to him on the seat. He still had a fist-full of dirt and was trying to shovel it into his mouth. He had completely uprooted a strawberry plant, so while turned awkwardly in my seat, I replanted it as best as I could, then played referee between my son and the planter, as he kept finding gaps to grab at the dirt.

Gardening on the Patio

Naturally when we got home, we had a certain amount of cleaning up to do, but our joy was not quashed by my son’s little mishap. We were all three in good spirits and still very much looking forward to replanting some of the plants we had salvaged from our home and care for our new edible garden.

My Son’s First Gardening Adventure

We stuck a pair of sweatpants on my son, so that his knees wouldn’t get scraped up on the concrete from the patio, then let him loose. He had a blast! Forgive the juvenile adage, but…it was the best day ever! We had several pots that just had dirt with nothing planted in them. We decided to dump all this soil into our largest pot and start with fresh soil and replant a few of the edibles we’d had for a while.

As we did this, my son stood over a pot and proceeded to take dirt by the handful and simply throw it on the ground. Every now and again he would pause to “taste” something he had found. At one point I had to fish around in his mouth, where I recovered two small rocks he was storing in his little cheeks like a chipmunk! He was a crack up!

A Farmer in the Making

He even grabbed a spade we had left near him and dug around in the dirt with it. I wish I could relate the joy both my husband and I experienced watching our son enjoying the outdoors and quite literally playing in the dirt! He even chased a little spider around for a while.

For us, it was a glimpse of what’s to come. We are really working towards the goal of owning some property and having a small farm one day. We really want that for our son, as we both experienced our grandparents’ farms as children. It truly was such an awesome day!

But for now, my husband and I make plans (read our story here on my husband’s blog), while my son and I go out every morning after breakfast and care for our little patio garden and do the watering. He absolutely loves it and it’s such a pleasant time to spend together.

Our Hanging Baskets

I know, I know, they aren’t hanging. Turns out the arch of our apartment patio is concrete, so we are still brainstorming how to make these hang. In the meantime, they are still lovely to look at on plant stands.

Also keep in mind they will fill in A LOT, so look for a future post about how they turn out!

This planter contains two types of lettuce, as well as two types of Basil. We are especially excited about the Cinnamon Basil, which we intend to test out in drinks, such as tea and maybe even as a flavoring in water. The Basil will die off this winter, so we’ll harvest what we can and dry the leaves and store.

    This basket contains Kale and what I like to call, savory herbs, such as Oregano, Parsley, Sage, and Thyme. Hmm…seems like we’re missing one… Don’t worry, the Rosemary is in it’s own pot. It’s a little too aggressive to plant in with the others.

      I can’t wait to harvest these strawberries in the spring and can our all-fruit jam! Did you know that the strawberry leaves can be used to help with stomach ache? 

Genesis 1:12

“And the earth brought forth grass, the herb that yields seed according to its kind, and the tree that yields fruit, whose seed is in itself according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.”

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[moment-in-sparks]

How Stephen Strange Falls For You | Marvel Headcanons

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Male Reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): None? I think? Maybe the tiniest bit of angst? Can you even call it that? IDK

A/N: My first headcanon with him was kind of before he was the magical Doctor Strange we know today, so as an apology, here’s a headcanon that features a more recent Doctor Strange!

You just moved to a small apartment in New York City and desperately needed a job

Honestly, if it weren’t for your kind neighbor—bless her soul—who referred you to her workplace, you probably wouldn’t have found a job

It was at a grocery store, but you were grateful nonetheless

At least you could finally pay your bills and be able to eat enough meals

Understanding that you needed lots of connections to survive in this city, you figured making a few acquaintances wouldn’t hurt

Lo and behold, the store you were working at had an opening for their delivery services

You figured it’d give you the chance to meet people, and the extra pay wouldn’t hurt

So you immediately take the job before anyone had the chance to

Wong enjoys his tuna melt a lot

He goes through several of them each day

Usually in just one sitting

Strange is just perplexed as to how he doesn’t ever get sick of them

Naturally, this means he has to go out of his way to buy more for Wong

He is so tired of having to come back to the grocery every other day to stock up on them

He had more important otherworldly matters to attend to

Like constantly monitor other beings 

Wanda and Loki I love yall so much but what have you guys done

He tried telling Wong to get them himself, but the conversation just went

“Someone needs to stay and guard the multiverse”

To which Strange replied, “I can literally do that myself”

Wong just blinked, staring at him for a few seconds before meekly replying “...You could use a break”

Eventually, Strange’s patience wore thin, and remembering that they were in New York City, having someone deliver your groceries for you wasn’t unheard of

How he didn’t think of it sooner boggles him and he starts treating it as some kind of breakthrough

Time in Kamar-Taj really taught this man that the little things in life truly make it better

Like taking the first sip of coffee in the morning and it’s just the right temperature,

The crunching sound the leaves make when you step on them,

A warm shower after a long day,

And how you, a complete stranger, would constantly ask him about his day without fail

Honestly at first, he just found you annoying since normally, people just mind their own business

He was sure that when you first met, you were confused and speculating about his life due to his clothes

And you kind of were

I mean, you expected to be greeted by a butler

Since the “townhouse” which was actually the sanctum looked so fancy and seemed like it would be owned by someone who has amassed a large fortune over the years

Yet you came face to face with a man who you assumed was in his 30s

Wearing a blue robe and… a red cloak? 

The first thought that came to your mind was that maybe a costume party was happening

Or that he had children to entertain

Honestly you inquiring about his day was somewhat of an accident

Yes, you wanted to make connections through your job, but not by awkwardly asking others how their day went

You just randomly blurted it out while he was trying to get the money to pay you

“So… how’s your day been?” You ask him in possibly the most awkward voice ever

When you did, he was shocked, but you didn’t really catch that as he still seemed to look at you with apathy

Ah yes, eye contact, wonderful

You had to avert your gaze as you couldn’t stand the awkwardness

Even though he replied with “Okay,” you weren’t really sure if that was a response to your inquiry or it was him expressing that he had finally taken the money out from his pocket

This basically went on for a few weeks and has become quite the routine for you

However, you slowly begin to find your footing and shake off the awkward feeling just by talking

He had also begun tolerating your presence—back then, during the first few days, he would just slam close the door immediately after giving you payment, 

Sometimes without even saying goodbye or a thank you...

He does tip you generously though DOCTOR MONEY COME THROUGH

But now he actually listens to you when you start explaining your day to him and the things you experienced in New York

All of which were attempts to encourage him to tell you about him

Strange couldn’t help but appreciate your presence and your efforts to get him to talk

The closest thing this man has to any human interaction is probably with Wong, and we all know how serious he can get at times

Even though Strange barely says anything back to you after bringing his groceries every other day to his doorstep, hearing your excitement kind of gives him a warm, fuzzy feeling

Whenever you would recount your experiences, you always seemed so giddy and excited since you had never been to a city like New York before

It was so infectious that it managed to get through to Strange

Honestly you reminded him of a golden retriever

Back then he would dread the day when the delivery guy would come in, but now he just had something to look forward to

However, since Strange doesn’t say much, you begin to think that maybe he doesn’t talk because you keep talking his ear off and not giving him the chance to speak

Even though he was one of your regulars, he was the only regular that you hadn’t gotten to know more

Your other regulars had begun being more cordial and friendly towards you, telling you stuff about their lives and sometimes offering you a snack or two,

But you still knew nothing about Strange other than the occasional wise words 

Or possibly references you just didn’t understand

So you decide to just shut up and let him talk for once

Holding the box of groceries in one hand, you ring the bell and come face to face with him again

After sharing hellos, you share a little bit of your day

“What about you? Anything interesting today?” You ask him, making sure to cut your story off to give him enough time to speak

Strange noticed how you seemed to be more reserved than usual, and even though he wants to reply, he doesn’t really know what to say???

Like, does he say, “Oh you know, the universe has just started branching off but there don’t seem to be any great anomalies at the moment?”

So he just stood there in typical fashion which was

Drum roll...

Complete and utter silence!

You slightly pout and instead take the chance to take a look inside since the door was already wide open anyways

You briefly see a grand staircase in the middle and a bunch of seemingly display cases upstairs, 

Your eyes just widen in excitement, "This place seems cool! Is this a museum?"

Strange doesn’t really know what else to tell you so he just says "Yes"

"Then why aren't you guys ever open?" You asked, since you would usually deliver groceries in the morning or afternoon and not once have you seen others coming in or out

There was just complete silence between the both of you

Strange slightly cringes, and speaks up again, "Actually, no we're not”

He proceeds to take the box from your hands, “I’ll just be taking this and... Bye bye"

And closes the door in your face

…

"Uhhh, you- umm, you forgot to pay me?"

You continue these interactions for a few more meetings,

And now you two were pretty much back where you started

Just awkward pauses peppered all over your interactions

You thought to yourself, maybe you should return to carrying the conversation yourself

At night, Strange is just constantly pacing around in his quarters, understanding that something was wrong 

He just doesn’t know what to tell you about him

One night, he just begins piecing things together

He thought that maybe you staying away might be for the best

He’s dealing with threats from a multiverse that he doesn’t fully understand himself

He wouldn’t want to put you into any real danger

But the idea of never seeing you again,

How you would always greet him with a smile,

The way your eyes shine and light up in excitement as you recount your day,

And how you would always stop yourself to hear him clearly whenever he spoke,

It angers and saddens him at the same time, making him clench his fists

...Wait

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, brows furrowed, obviously deep in thought

He rested his chin on his right hand, his elbow supported by his left hand

…

No, he’s just feeling that way because he doesn’t want to lose the chance of being your friend

In his words, “He’s a fun guy to be around”

That’s all there was to it

So when you told him that you got promoted and won’t have to do any deliveries anymore,

Why did it feel like he just got stabbed?

Why did his chest suddenly feel so tight?

Why did it hurt him so much?

As much as he tried to deny it so many times, 

Deep down, Strange already knew the answer

Maybe he was way past the point of no return

Because he’s already fallen for you

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[a-fence]

Beer

Scott is your knight in shining armor against drunks at a bar

a/n: I'm on a DPR phase. Yes I know I'm late to the party but better late than never right? I also just think there needs to be more Scott content on here. I also couldn't fall asleep and thought of this. Enjoy!

It was a Friday night and after a long day of work, you proceeded to your favorite rooftop bar for some drinks. Ideally, you would’ve been with your two best friends but they both had dates but you didn’t mind as the three of you frequented this bar enough that you’re already friends with the bartenders and staff.

You were enjoying your alone time having drinks at the bar when the bartender slid you a drink which you didn’t order. “It’s from that group of gentlemen over that table,” he said and you looked over to the table he pointed. “One of them’s wearing a shirt that says Groom, and the rest have Team Groom on them. If that’s from the groom, I’m not taking it.” The bartender chuckled at your reply and said, “Alright, I’m sending it back.”

The bar got progressively noisier, all thanks to that group of boys having a bachelor party. You didn’t mind and just continued to scroll on Instagram while enjoying your drink. Then the bartender handed you another drink that you didn’t order. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yup still from them, and yup got it, I’m sending it back.”

After getting back behind the bar, the bartender gave you a heads up that the groom was walking towards you, but someone stopped him before he was able to get your attention. “Dude, dude, stop. She already said no twice to you and this is your bachelor’s party remember?” Scott reminded his friend as he pulled him away from you. “I’m not ready for the same pussy forever” his friend wailed.

“Sorry about that, it’s his bachelor’s party and he went overboard with the drinks. I’m Scott by the way.” he took out his hand for you to shake, which you did, “I’m y/n and I think your friends need help.” Scott glances over to see the soon to be groom falling as he was walking back towards their table, their other drunk friends unable to break his fall. “Guess I got to go. It was nice meeting you, y/n!”

When Scott and his friends left, you asked the bartender if he knew Scott. “Well, he frequents this place enough for us to know his face but that’s it. Unlike you guys who we actually get to talk to.” You took in what he said and paid for your drinks and decided to go home.

The following Friday, you find yourself at the bar yet again, perched on the same stool. The bartender gave you a beer as per usual but he gave you a different one this time, a new craft beer that they’re trying out. You just finished the bottle you were drinking when you noticed, through your peripheral vision, a guy sitting beside you.

“Can I get you another drink? You know, for last week’s trouble.” You turn to the guy and lo and behold, it was Scott. You can’t deny that you haven’t thought of those eyes and spiky hair the past week. “So I’m guessing your friend has been wed?” you asked. “Yup, just the other day. They’re on their honeymoon now.” You take up Scott on his offer and the two of you talk, getting to know each other along the way.

The conversation was going really well until it was interrupted by the bartender handing you a drink you didn’t order. “Not again,” you groaned and asked who it’s from. He pointed towards the guy and you just gave him a quick glance, not even remotely interested. “I don’t want it. I already have someone buying me drinks tonight,” you said and gave Scott a wink, which caused him to laugh and blush.

The guy however, wouldn’t take no for an answer and sent you another drink about thirty minutes later. You didn’t want to stir up trouble so you just left the drink untouched instead of sending it back. Scott noticed your unease and asked, “Are you bothered by that guy? We can leave and go to a different bar if you like.” “I’m okay. I just don’t like it when guys think no means try harder or I’m being hard to get. No means no, period.”

The conversation resumed and the bar started filling up. The two of you ended up feeling a bit hungry and craving for burgers but the bar didn’t have burgers on the menu so you two decided to eat elsewhere. As the two of you headed towards the exit, you were stopped by that guy who sent you over the drinks.

“How dare you turn down the drinks I sent you! You’re not even that pretty,” the guy berated you. Scott moved in front of you to shield you from the guy, “She’s not interested so just leave her alone.” The guy scoffed and you seriously thought a fist fight was gonna happen but thankfully, the guy was pulled away by his friends before he could throw a punch.

Scott turned around to face you and asked if you were okay, and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand and the two of you exited the building. “Y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You’re still down to eat?” he asked. “Yup! I need me a good burger to forget that horrible experience!”

The two of you walked with hands held as you made your way to this hole in the wall burger joint that you found on Instagram. The place usually has a line but there wasn’t any now as it was already 1am. You both got cheeseburgers and fries and opted for beer over soda. “Ughhh this burger is sooo good. I don’t know if it’s really good or I’m just drunk,” you said. “I can’t disagree with that.” Scott said and you two clinked glasses. You finished your burger and were picking on your fries. “I think you’re really beautiful, y/n. Please don’t let what the guy said a while ago bother you,” Scott said out of the blue. You blushed and thanked Scott and assured him you were not bothered by it.

“Can I offer you a ride home? I don’t want you taking a cab alone at this time of night,” Scott asked. “Alright,” you agreed. Scott offered his hand and you took it. The two of you made your way back to the bar as that was where Scott parked his car. You get in the car and you input your address in the GPS. It was a quiet drive home, his friend DPR Live’s songs playing softly in the background. He would interlace your fingers together from time to time and would run his thumb across your knuckle. You turned the familiar corner towards your apartment complex and were honestly sad to end this night.

“Your destination is on your left,” chimed the GPS. “So this is me,” you said, stalling the goodbye. “I would like to see you again, y/n,” said Scott. You asked for his phone and you input your number. “Me too. Text me okay?” You already had your hand on the handle, when you decided to turn back to Scott to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, for tonight, I’ll see you,” you said instead of a goodbye. You left the car feeling giddy, and Scott waited for you to get inside your building before leaving, also anticipating the next time you saw each other.

#dpr #dpr scenarios #dpr imagines #dpr rem #dpr rem scenarios #dpr rem imagines #scott kim #scott kim scenarios #scott kim imagines #khh #khh scenarios #dpr fluff #khh fluff

[fuck-customers]

Submitting this on 26th September. The story is going to be on the slightly long side. After losing a job in the newspaper kiosk (posted here before) I found a new one, in a market chain, on the cash register line. Wasn't that bad, been there since April 2021, got to learn how to collect the internet orders too. Shitty wage tho, but sadly I did need any bit of money I could get. And then, in June, got thrown into Customer Service Point (CSP for short). My manager didn't even ask if I know how to do shit there, I spent whole 4-6 hours there, "training", before being sent to do full shifts EVERY DAY on the CSP. Without anyone else who knew how to do shit and where are the documents and regulations etc. are, so that was a fun and hectic first two weeks. My wage was upped by an amazing 1PLN per hour, which is... Like 1/4 of a dollar at this moment. My full hourly wage at this point is $4.50. Not low, technically, but still under the minimal wage set by law. Whatever tho, I need it and the coworkers are nice, customers less. To paint what kind of customers I had to deal with - we had a guy come 8 hours after buying meat and tell us it was spoiled. And shout at me for saying we cannot accept the return of goods that were outside of the fridges for more than 10-15 minutes and actually fucking left the store. If he came right from the register line we could've taken the return, he would've gotten his money, all would've been happy. He spent an hour shouting at me, at the manager and then at the "on duty" director. Then, when told again that we won't take the return he threw the meat out of the bag onto the floor and left. Now, onto the main thing - I am officially hired here until 30th September, as it is the "trial" contract of employment, 6 months and then if you do well you get the "indefinite" contract. At the beginning of August I asked if they will give me the indefinite one. My manager told me "don't worry, we have some free places, you will have it prolonged". Okay, same shit my previous job told me and I ended up with no employment on the last day of contract, sure gonna believe you bitch. But fine, I let it go, asked two weeks later again, since law says we have to be told at least a month before the end of contract if it will be prolonged or not, and get to see the draft, new wage etc. Once again same words and no papers. Fine. I will ask in two weeks time. September rolls in, I go to ask, Manager is on paid holiday no one knew about. Well, that does not look good, let's send cv's and hope for new job then. Get two better offers, but manager is back and tells me to not go, there will be a place, better wage, come on, it will be fine. Meanwhile the jobs get someone else and I am again without options. Lo and behold, 16th September rolls in, Manager asks me to talk before I start my shift. And I get to know that sadly, they won't prolong my contract. Two weeks before it ends. And I also can't take the paid leave that, by law, they should give me. To say the least - I am pissed off, but joke's on them - getting a sick leave is very easy these days. And they have to pay both for me being on sick leave AND for the paid holiday they didn't give me :)

I do have to look for a new job tho, which sucks.

#submissions #fuck customers #fuck retail #fuck managers

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

oh beloved writer can you please write a christmas date imagine for will poulter (even though it’s still summer) just pure fluff, where the reader and will go out to like a diner and then go buy a tree for their apartment (it’s their first christmas living together) and set it up and dance to christmas music and it’s super domestic and soft and fluffy thank you bff

Of course, my love! And hey, if Christmas in July can be a thing, so can Christmas in August. And oh boy, I made this one so sweet you might get cavities, so just, beware of that.

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You were excited, to put it lightly. This was the first Christmas you and you partner, Will, would be having while living together. You knew it was cheesy, but you wanted it to feel special.

You made reservations at this really fancy restaurant in the fanciest part of town. A bit over the top on your part, but you wanted to make this Christmas one to remember fondly.

You still haven't gotten a tree yet, so that was on your to-do list as well. You hoped there would be some nice trees to choose from.

Some people would've probably thought you were going mad with how much you wanted everything to be perfect, and yeah, you kind of were. But you completely ignored your logic and reasoning.

You bought a really nice outfit for yourself to wear to the restaurant, Christmassy but not too Christmassy, you weren't wearing reindeer antlers or red and green bells. It was simple, may or may not to somewhat match Will's outfit that he was going to wear.

With Will's hand in yours, you walked to your car and headed to the restaurant and got there a few minutes early, which was historical for you. You smiled along with Will as you entered the warm building, a pleasant contrast from the winter cold outside. "Hi! Reservation for L/n?" You asked bubbly, the evening already going so well that you were sure nothing could dampen your spirits.

It took a minute for the hostess to check, as the place was fairly busy due to the holidays. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't see your name here."

You immediately tensed, a half a second of anger bolting through you before you simply smiled understandingly. "Can you double check, please? I'm certain it's there, I called this in a week ago." You chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, but there is no reservation under L/n."

Your smiled dropped, your eye involuntarily twitching a couple times before your cleared your throat. "That...that can't be right."

Will turned to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It happens. We can just go somewhere else." He smiled softly. You frowned in response, turning back to the hostess with pleading eyes, only to get a tight lipped smile as another apology.

You hung your head for a second, before walking out of the building at a quick pace, dead silent as you sat back in your car. Will cautiously got into the car, anxiously anticipating your eventual release of your frustration.

"What the fuck?!" You yelled into your steering wheel, causing Will to jump at the sudden outburst, even when he was expecting it. "I booked that table a week ago! Will, you were right next to me when I called the place!" You pleaded to no one, feeling defeated and pissed off. "Ugh..." You drawled out, collapsing against your seat.

Will couldn't help but chuckle at your cute pouting face, reaching over to gently massage your thigh. "It's okay, darling! This is just a minor setback. I'm sure there are other places we can go."

Yes, there were other places you could go, none of them fancy restaurants. You felt even more defeated when you had to settle for some fast food place. This is absolutely not how you wanted this evening to go.

You stared down at your burger and fries with distain. "This should be an overpriced steak at an overpriced fancy restaurant with live music, arrogant chefs and overly nice waiters who wear really fancy suits and ties." You mumbled.

Will raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound quite as nice as being in an almost empty fast food place with no one to bother us. And I quite like my food, I haven't found a single hair in it, so it's practically 5-star."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled at his silliness. "At least we still get to pick out a Christmas tree, that should be fun."

"Hopefully we won't get hypothermia out in this weather. So, what type of tree are you thinking we get?"

You smiled dreamily. "I've always wanted a full, thick Frasier fir."

"Ambitious. A Frasier fir it is."

It might've been a bit too ambitious, because when you got to one of the only places in town that sold Christmas trees, there were no such trees in sight. They had all been sold out apparently. No worry, there would probably be one at another place. Nope, none there. So, you drove to the last place in town and lo and behold, no thick firs in sight.

"I think the world's against me."

Will trapped you in a hug from behind as you stood dumbfounded at the selection of trees available. Some of them could give Charlie Brown's Christmas tree a run for its money.

"What about that one?" Will pointed towards the corner of the small field you two stood in.

You laughed when you finally saw what he was looking at. The tree was a fir, but it looked so bare that you could call it a Charlie Brown tree. "You can't be serious."

"I'm deadly serious." He smirked, letting you go to jog eagerly to the pitiful looking tree. You chuckled sadly as he held onto it, the thing wasn't even as tall as Will, and even skinnier. "Ain't it a beauty?" He said in a slightly Australian accent, almost cringing at himself.

No.

"I guess."

The look of pure childlike joy on Will's face, you couldn't deny him that stupid tree. It was so small, you could probably fit it in your car, but you didn't want to clean up all the needles it would shed. It fastened to the roof of your car easily, too easily.

By the time you had set it up in your living room with Will, the tree kind of grew on you; it was like an ugly dog, so ugly it was cute, you supposed. Once it had all the decorations on, it didn't look too bad, but it still wasn't what you hoped for. It seemed this whole day you planned out to the T, nothing went the way you wanted it to, and that was a bit disheartening. What annoyed you, surprisingly, was Will's overwhelming optimism. Usually, it was endearing, but today was not one of those days where you needed optimism.

"You okay, Y/n?" Will asked intuitively.

"It's just...this day went to shit. How can you be so...perfect?"

Will blushed at your phrasing, but he knew what you meant. "I was annoyed with certain things today, the restaurant issues, for sure. But, it wasn't enough to put me in a bad mood all day. I chose to let it go so that we could have a good time, that's all."

You frowned, suddenly feeling really guilty. "I was in such a bad mood all day." You huffed, taking a seat on your couch. "I ruined this whole day..."

"No!" Will rushed over to you. "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"I know, but you're right. I shouldn't have acted like such a child. I'm sorry."

Will smiled sadly. "Darling, you certainly did not ruin anything. None of this was your fault and you behaved how any normal person would. But even after all that happened, I still had an amazing time. We had a nice, quiet dinner. And we got our own little Charlie Brown tree." He chuckled. "Didn't you have a nice time too?"

You smiled sheepishly. "I did."

"We don't have to go to the fanciest restaurant or buy the nicest Christmas tree to have a nice time together. We could've stayed inside all day and I wouldn't have cared, just being here with you is what makes me the happiest."

You couldn't help but lean forwards to kiss him, so incredibly grateful that he was in your life. "Well, I'd say our first Christmas will be one to remember."

"Oh, it's not over yet." He added, causing you to furrow your brows in curiosity. He only winked as he walked to the other side of the room, fiddling with the record player.

"No..." You groaned playfully as Last Christmas by Wham! echoed through your apartment.

Will nodded, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "Oh yeah, come on." He held out his hand to you, motioning for you to take it. You giggled as he started to lip sync the lyrics, shimmying his shoulders as he still waiting for you to take his hand.

"Oh my god." You blushed, finally taking his hand and him instantly pulling you up and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a hug, violently swaying to the music. "Will!" You laughed uncontrollably.

"What? You don't like my dance moves?" He grinned.

"You're gonna break me if you keep doing that." You grinned back.

Will shook his head, toning down the fast swaying and settled into a relaxing sway, looking into your eyes fondly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You blushed, resting your head and hiding your face on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat much better music than any Christmas song you've ever listened to.

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bruh...this...was so fluffy I almost died. I hope me almost dying of fluffiness was worth it to you, @poulterfilms

#will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x reader

[justvibewith]

Surprise Visit

Summary: You are a nursing student who just survive a hell week and you missed your husband, Wonwoo who is a doctor at a hospital in another state. Why not surprise him with a visit? Definitely a surprise visit that contains a whole drama.

Genre: fluff, a bit of suggestive (?), angst (more like a verbal fight tho)

Characters: Doctor Wonwoo x Female OC

Word Count: 3052

A/N: Hi! I’m a new writer and I only write for Seventeen atm. The name is Angel or you can call me Ella. English is my second language, so hopefully explain why writing is so bad. I used to write before but I had a writing block for over 3-4 years. Recently, I’m trying to train myself to write again. So I hope that all of you could give me some feedback or might challenge me to write some stories~ All of things happen on the story are fiction and some are real life experience. Enjoy!

"Finally, the hell week is over '' Hana lay her head down on the table. It was called hell week for a reason since the students had to take their final exam while also completing their practicals at the hospital. This is the week where a lot of students stay up, cry and stress together. Hana was also one of the students that pulled an all-nighter. To make it worse, she was not feeling herself. For a positive ball of energy like her, it’s unusual for that to happen.`I'm craving drinks, man. I wanna get drunk.." Siyeon said as she sat next to Hana with her iced americano. "Should we? Hana, you wanna go out tonight?" Jinjoo looked excited as she poked Hana. "I'm tired.." Hana mumbled from her arm. "That is why we should go out.." Jinjoo pouted as she tried to persuade her best friend. Hana sits up and drinks her iced tea in a daze. "Earth down to you, Hana. Are you good?" Jinjoo squeezed her friend's hand. "It must be about your husband, is it?" Siyeon guessed correctly which made Hana pouted. She looked at her sparkling wedding band on her ring finger. Jeon Wonwoo is Hana's husband and also a neurosurgeon at Seoul University Hospital. But currently, both of them are in a long-distance relationship since they are working and studying in different states. "How did you know?" Hana questioned, making Siyeon snicker. "It is so obvious, woman.." Hana pouted as she twirls the ring on her finger. Jinjoo looked at her best friend with a beaming smile. "How about you go and visit him? You know, give him a cute surprise~" Immediately, Hana's eyes lit up at the idea. “I mean, we already started our break. It doesn’t hurt for you to spend your time with your husband,” Siyeon encouraged her friend with a smile.

Hana was preparing her luggage when her phone rang. It is Wonwoo, who face-timed her. Hana scrambled, panicked before jumping on the bed to make it look like she did nothing. "Hi, baby. How are you?" Wonwoo's deep and gentle voice soothes Hana. She could make out that Wonwoo was also having a busy day judging by the tired smile on his face. Not only that, he was still wearing his white coat and his black thin-rimmed glasses subtly covered his dark eye bags. "Survived hell week. How are you? I missed you so much.." Hana beamed at the screen. "Miss you too, honey. Well, I had a few surgeries and I am also on call tonight, which is not fun. Have you eaten yet?" Hana nodded. "I did.. Take a quick nap okay? you look so tired, babe. Take care of your health too, if you are sick, how are you gonna take care of your patient?" Hana nagged her husband. "Yes, I understand, Mrs Jeon." He giggled. "I missed you so much.." Hana spoke softly. "Come here then.." Wonwoo grinned as he stretched. "Oh, I will. Just wait~" He laughed at her cute face scrunched.

"Who did you call?" Wonwoo turned to look at his fellow surgeon, Kwon Soon Young who pushed the door open. He came in with a cup of ramen with Jihoon, tagging along behind him. "My wife.." Wonwoo stood up and took a seat near the men as Jihoon put his ramen on the table. "You are married?" Sooyoung shouted. He was so shocked. He can’t believe this cold and stoic-looking man is already married. Soonyoung’s mind is revving to spill the tea about Wonwoo’s secret marriage to Seungkwan and Seokmin, the friendly nurses that he is close with. "It's obvious. He didn’t even hide that he is married. He even has his wife's picture in his locker and on his phone lock screen.Oh, I've met her once too," Jihoon said as he slurped the noodles. "Wait, am I the only person who didn't know? Can I meet her? Please?" Wonwoo sighed at his friend's persistence.

Wonwoo was finishing his round when he approached the nurses and doctors that he’s close with. "The infamous Jeon Wonwoo. Come and join us.." Yoon Jeonghan, the pediatric doctor called him. "We are talking about going out for dinner together tonight. I know your shift is gonna end today, so join us." Another pediatric doctor, Mingyu, excitedly urged him. "Mrs Jung, do you seriously agree with these nasty boys?" Wonwoo turned and asked the oldest nurse who is like his mom in the hospital, Mrs Jung. "I can't decline if someone is gonna buy me food and drinks. Doctor Min Ah Ra and Nurse Han Seo Jin are also going, so at least there are more women added to the party." She smiled. "I mean Doctor Min Ji seems very interested in you~You both would suit each other very much" Nurse Han Seo Jin wriggled her eyebrow at Wonwoo. Wonwoo looked very uncomfortable at the mention. Doctor Ah Ra is known for her straightforwardness in work and her love life. She always goes all out. Yesterday, she even bought him and Jihoon coffee and cakes. Even before that, she would always buy him food and sit near him. It’s not like he didn’t drop hints that he is not interested but in fact, he always declined and avoided her. Somehow, she didn't get it or she was just being persistent. "Should I be upfront and tell her that I'm married?" He thought. Sensing his discomfort, Mrs Jung said "I don't think that Doctor wonwoo think Doctor Ah Ra that way." Jeonghan also jumped to save him, "I guess it's true that Wonwoo is not interested in anyone.Oh, great news!  Soonyoung and Jihoon said that they are going to join us too. This is going to be more merrier!" 

Hana was very happy when she arrived at his apartment. When she entered the house, she smiled. The house was very clean despite being a bit dusty. "He must be very busy.." Hana cleaned his house and even stocked his fridge with food. She can't wait for him to come back home. After doing all the chores,she texted him to ask when he is available so she could call him, in order for her to  know when he is going to go home. "Sorry babe, I'm going out to eat with the team. Might be home around midnight though." He spoke softly. "Well, I miss you.." He chuckled. "If you want me to call you around midnight, sure~" Hana laughed as she snuggled in his bed. "Well, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow.." He sighed when he heard his name "sorry babe, duty calls.." She smiled. "Take care babe, love you.." He whispered. "Love you too darling". After the phone call, Hana pouted, thinking what she should do to kill some time. " Well, I should go shopping and eat great food.." She grinned as she searched for the restaurants that are popular in that area.

Not only SoonYoung and Jihoon follow them but the nurses, Seokmin and Seungkwan also joined the team. They were having bbq and enjoying the meat. "You know, I'm glad my children are older now. I can enjoy going out with you youngsters without stress." Mrs Jung laughed happily as she ate a piece of meat. "This is so good!" Seokmin sighed happily. Wonwoo nodded as he munched on his food. Doctor Ah Ra, like always, would stick near him. "Here a wrap. Says ahh..'' she tries to feed him a wrap. Wonwoo put his hand in front of him "it's okay. You should eat it.." Jeonghan and Jihoon looked at each other and sipped at their shots, at the awkward drama. Before nurse seojin can try to be a wing woman, Mrs Jung speaks out. "I guess we should play a game.. I really wanna see all of you youngsters play the game truth or dare without dare.. I'm too old for dare.." All of them laughed at her joke.

Hana grinned happily as she walked into the BBQ shop. "Hi, can I have a seat for a person.." The waitress nodded and brought her to a seat. "I'm sorry to inform you that the set comes for 2 people," she smiled at the waitress. "It's okay.., '' she grinned at the waitress. The waitress nodded at her before sitting her down at an empty table. Hana was looking around the BBQ restaurants when a group of people caught her eyes. They were laughing at one of the women's jokes. "I should invite Siyeon and Jinjoo here.." She pouted as she looked at her phone. However, the guy who sits at the edge of the table looked very familiar which made her double take. She looked up again to see the man,clearly. Lo and behold, it's her husband. She quickly ducks her head, hiding her face. "Oh no! I'm going to be caught."

"Which department doctor do you hate so much?" Jihoon asked the oldest nurse. "We all know Mr Kang Ho Jun from the cardiology department. That man is annoying!" Mr Jung huffed. All of them laugh. "Yup I can't deny it."  Jeonghan sighed, taking a shot. "So now let us turn the bottle.." It landed on Doctor Ah Ra. "Who is your ideal type amongst the doctors and why?" Nurse Seojin asked her. "My ideal type is doctor wonwoo. He is tall, handsome, and great at his work..." Everyone just wooed at her responses. Wonwoo wants to focus on the game despite his annoyance but the lady at the table in front of him caught his eyes. She was ducking her head awkwardly with a menu in her hands. He narrowed his eyes at the ring on her ring finger that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw one of the waitresses come to her table. That is when she dropped the menu to talk with the waitress. She looked very hurried."Wonwoo it's your turn." He looked at them. "Huh?" Nurse Seojin goes again. "What nickname would you give to doctor Ji A?" Wonwoo's eyes travelled back to the familiar woman at the table in front and when the waitress moved, both of him and her eyes met. "Baby!" 

"Baby!" When Hana's eyes met Wonwoo, she knew she was busted. She waves awkwardly. Wonwoo spoke briefly at them before standing up and walked towards her. Before she said anything, he immediately hugged her. "Umm... Surprised..?" She giggled." When did you arrive?" He looked at her, grinning happily. "This afternoon..." He barked a laugh, "so when you called me earlier.." Hana grinned "I was on your bed.." Wonwoo shakes his head at her and leads her to his table. She looked at the people nervously. Not even wonwoo's hand behind her could soothe her nerves."Guys, this is my wife, Hana. Hana, this is my friend and colleague." She bowed to them "hello, I'm Hana, wonwoo's wife. Thank you for taking care of him while he is working at the hospital." Jeonghan waves "we met again, Hana..." Jihoon also put his hand's up, saying hi to her as they met before.

Hana sat next to Wonwoo. The woman next to him look at her with unreadable expression. "I never know you were married!" Seungkwan bellowed. "I thought everybody knows.. Mrs Jung knows too.. " wonwoo said as his hand wandered behind Hana's back. "How was your internship?" Jeonghan smiled at her. "It was great. I learned a lot at the hospital.." Hana mused. "No wonder wonwoo hides her. She is so pretty..." Soonyoung's word makes Hana hides her face to his side. “You are studying nurse, right? I hope I can work with you in the future,” Mrs Jung smiled fondly at her. “ I hope she can do her job very well then,” the woman next to her rudely. All of the people at the table looked uncomfortable at her statement. “ Oh! Since you never met us formally, this is Nurse Han Seo Jin and Doctor Ah Ra. Both of them worked in neurosurgery too,” Hana nodded in understanding and turned to Doctor Ah Ra. “It’s nice to meet you,”  Doctor Ah Ra rolled her eyes and just nodded as she drinks her soju.

Doctor Ah Ra keeps drinking her soju which makes all the people at the table become very nervous. The thing about doctor Ah Ra is, she is very outspoken but she can be much worse when she’s drunk. “ How did you guys meet?” Hana looked at Doctor Ah Ra.  “Oh, we were in the same school,” Doctor Ah Ra hummed. “So, you become a nurse because he is a doctor?” before Hana could retort her reason to be a nurse. “Are you stupid? You think that you can date while working if you do that?” Doctor Ah Ra snickered. Hana frowned. She doesn’t understand why this woman is attacking her. “I did not become a nurse because my husband is a doctor. I don’t get why you insinuate things, Doctor Ah Ra.” Doctor Ah Ra laughed bitterly. “I don’t get it. Why does he like you? Because you are cute? We all know cute girls are the most foxy ones. You are not even that pretty.” The others were rendered speechless by Doctor Ah Ra’s words. Hana could sense Wonwoo is heated with Doctor Ah Ra’s statement. “ Doctor Ah Ra, I think you should get home now. You drank too much..” His voice is low and serious. “ I don’t get it. Why don’t you like me back? I don’t care if you are married, you should be with me,” Hana was heated with Ah Ra’s childish words. “Are you even hearing what comes out of your mouth?” Doctor Ah Ra laughed. “Look, a lot of guys left their wife for me. It’s not my fault that they want me. Jeon Wonwoo, I don’t understand what is so attractive about her. Her look is just basic, and I doubt she is that intelligent-” The sudden bang shocked everyone. “ I don’t mind if you insult me but don’t insult my wife. You have crossed the line, Doctor Ah Ra. Excuse us, it is better for both of us to retire for the night. I’m sorry everyone,” Wonwoo stood up and gathered their things. Hana looked at the others, feeling bad for ruining their dinner. “I’m sorry for this Doctor Jeon,” Mrs. Jung looked at him, feeling guilty. He shook his head, “ No, It’s not your fault, Mrs.Jung. See you guys tomorrow,” 

“Are you okay,Wonwoo?” Hana sat down next to Wonwoo on the couch. “ I can’t believe Doctor Ah Ra has the nerve to say all of that. I thought that I didn’t drop hints that I was married and uninterested in her. It seems like she was ignoring those hints all along,” Wonwoo sighed. He used to feel so guilty when Doctor Ah Ra made moves on him, even though he, with the help of his other friends, did drop hints to her that he was uninterested and married. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you give her false hope or anything. Some people choose to ignore things for their own happiness,” “Are you not mad or anything?” “ Why would I be angry about something that you can’t control? It’s not your fault that she falls for you. To be honest, I couldn’t get angry at her for falling for you but I am angry at her for not understanding boundaries,” Wonwoo hummed in understanding. “Anyway-” Hana quickly jumped on him, covering his face and neck with kisses. Wonwoo hauled in laughter. “You really miss me huh?” Hana kissed on the tip of his nose before answering. “ Of course. Who wouldn’t miss their husband, especially someone as hot as you?” Wonwoo grinned before flipping her on the couch. “Well, I guess I should give you all those loving that I missed during our last meeting,” 

“ Someone’s glowing,” Mrs. Jung grinned when she spotted Wonwoo walking to their circle. “I guess you have a good night,” Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow, teasing Wonwoo, making the man groan. “ Did he fu-” before the words leave Soonyoung’s mouth, Jihoon shoved the rice cakes into his mouth. “ Have some rice cakes, I brought when I was out of town for conference meeting,” Doctor Seungcheol from cardiology department pat Wonwoo’s back. “I heard about yesterday’s tea. I hope you will be fine today,” he smiled to assure Wonwoo. Before Wonwoo could say anything, Doctor Ah Ra made way for him. “ Doctor Jeon, can I talk to you for a minute?”. Wonwoo nodded before making her way to her office. “Have a seat,” She offered when they got into her office. “I’m fine. What is it?” He spoke coldly. Doctor Ah Ra sighed before apologizing. “ I apologize for yesterday. I guess I’m not good at handling things,” Wonwoo nodded without saying anything. “ I also hope to apologize to your wife directly. It was low on me for blowing my anger at her,” Wonwoo nodded before opening his mouth. “ I accept your apology. I hope we can work like before without any personal feeling attached,” . Hana was surprised when Doctor Ah Ra apologized to her directly when she was having lunch with Wonwoo. “ It is fine. I accept your apology,” she smiled softly at the woman. “ What I did was very wrong, so I am very sorry once again,” said Doctor Ah Ra before she dismissed herself. “ Did she really apologize?” Jeonghan ran and sat near the couple. “Yeah, why?” Wonwoo spoke as he finished chewing his food. “ Very surprised because she has a reputation,” Hana nodded, “ What reputation?” Wonwoo immediately cut, “ No need to worry baby,” Jihoon and Soonyoung came and sat at their table. “ Baby? Gross,” Jihoon snorted as he took a sip of his coke. Soonyoung grinned at Hana “ Hi, we meet again. I have a lot of questions to ask you,” Hana laughed at the man. “ Yeah, ask away” Soonyoung giggled when he got the approval before typing in his Tiger cased phone. “ Does Wonwoo love skinship?” Hana giggled before grinning deviously. “ He does look cold but he loves skinship. He is a very romantic guy despite his looks,” All of the boys wooed at the shy man who’s gaze was straight on his food. “ Ewww, tell me more!” Jihoon giggled. 

#Seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt fluff #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo

[shorkbrian]

Give in to Love

so I have several thots about this. Like with Kiri, he would be like, relieved you’re being submissive but then he’d become like super depressed that you aren’t like idk seeming to live in your body, like you’re just a husk and he’d get so worried and sad and pamper you with so much love.

Yeah so aside from Kiri, a yan that I imagine this type of scenario is with someone like Victor Nikiforov from YOI 

yes. This Bitch right here.

So first fucking off, he’s rich. Money is no problem for him.

Second off, he’s so confident that he would not hesitate to do whatever he wanted.

Third, he’s actually pretty kind (especially to pretty, vulnerable little things like you)

It’d probably start out with the man spilling coffee all over you or something SUPER cliche like that. 

(Warnings - not much. NSFW but only the teeniest tiniest bit. barely even a mention. but obvs Yandere, dub con, dark content.)

He’s in a rush, he was bursting out of the coffee-shop, you just so happened to be walking by and in the direct path of the door and so smacks into you, knocking you onto your butt.

Immediately, you’re being helped up by a silver haired man, he’s apologizing heavily, patting your clothes into place, smoothing your hair, steadying you onto your feet. He’s so sorry, he didn’t even see you! And then the man stops, looks at you, smiles blindingly and blurts out that you’re pretty.

You’re understandably stunned. but you quickly just brush it off, his accent is foreign, it’s probably just a cultural thing. 

Then he’s offering to buy you something to make up for him trying to give you a concussion, asking if you like coffee, sweets, maybe a sweater? You look cold.

And you’re just so tired, life is exhausting, you don’t really even care anymore what happens to you. You don’t protest as the man doesn’t wait for an answer, immediately grabbing your hand and marching you into the coffee shop he had just burst out of.

“Pick anything you’d like, my treat! An apology for not paying attention to such a beautiful thing.” He smiles, gesturing at the menu.

You study it for a second, but there’s too many choices, and it’d just be easier if you didn’t have to, and you’re so used to people telling you what to do and making decisions for you and you’re lost. Where do you even start?

After a few moments of silence, the man (who's been not-so-subtly watching you as you deliberate) speaks up. “Can I pick? I LOVE their raspberry cheesecake! So good!”

It sounds fine, and you’re somewhat relieved that he was going to choose, take the burden of responsibility off of your shoulders.

He buys one of the giant slices, ushers you to table, sits you down. The man watches you take a bite, his face lighting up and giving a little clap when you give a thumbs up. He has his own fork, and he takes bits and pieces here and there from the slice. While you eat, he talks.

His name is Victor, he’s from Russia, are you from around here? What’s your name? 

“That’s such a pretty name!” He says your name once, twice, rolling it around in his mouth like it’s something to savor. 

Victor is a ball of energy, confident, full of life. He’s frankly an intimidating man, with how attractive he is, the obviously expensive suit he wears, the way he dominates the conversation and expertly handles your awkward silences and uncomfortable pauses.

By the time you leave, he’s entered his number into your phone, quickly scrolling to find your own number (even though he was only supposed to put in his own - but you really didn’t care) and note it down.

You’re pretty sure he won’t actually be texting or calling you - he was just being polite, feigning interest in someone as boring and pathetic as yourself.

Lo-and-behold, that evening you get a notification that “Vitya! (:” has texted you.

Hello! Is your body feeling alright?

Immediately confused, you send out a reply

Who is this?

It’s Victor!!! From the coffeeshop, haha. 

Oh, hi (: your contact name says “Vitya” lol what a typo

Not a typo, I like it when pretty girls call me Vitya (;

Baffled, you don’t reply, and no further messages are exchanged.

A few days go by, Victor texts you on the fifth day, asking if you wouldn’t mind recommending some fun local activities. You have to apologize - you don’t get out much, you’re sure there’s info online though.

Victor asks why you don’t go out, you decide to be blunt and succinctly explain the fatigue, you’re anxious, this is your first time being out on your own and you’re so used to other people dictating your life that it feels uncomfortable and wrong to be able to make decisions. 

The man asks if you would go to that coffeeshop again with him. The switch of topic relieves you, but at the same time you’re frowning. You probably word-vomited all over him, complaining about your problems. 

For some reason, you agree.

He meets you at the coffeeshop again, this time not even bothering to ask what you’d like to order. Victor just gets a few cookies, leads you to a table and plops down, spreading them in front of the two of you 

“In case you don’t like one of them. And if you have allergies!”

You smile at his explanation.

Victor slowly becomes a constant in your life.

The texts turn into quick calls, inviting you places, begging you to come sit with him in the park, feed some pigeons. Go to the grocery store with him? He’s lonely, don’t make him go by himself!

Even if you refuse, you’re gently bullied into doing virtually everything he says. It’s not like you mind though, you’re used to it.

He starts showing up at your apartment, you aren’t even sure when you gave him your address, but now he invites himself inside.

The first time he had shown up, completely unannounced, you had protested only once before letting him in. You could tell he was scrutinizing your home, but what did it matter? Victor was wealthy, everything you owned seemed shabby and poor.

He came over most nights, sometimes bringing food, making you sit with him at your table and eat. Sometimes he brought a book, or his laptop, and quietly sat on your couch while you puttered around. He’d always get distracted from what he was reading though, chattering towards you about this or that or the other.

Victor was nice.

He made decisions for you, he made you eat, he quickly picked up on when you were too tired to function, when all you could do was collapse somewhere and fall asleep.

But Victor was also threatening.

If you tried refusing him too many times, or if you mentioned your coworker telling a funny joke (It’s not like he wasn’t funny, the joke was hilarious - Victor just didn’t seem to like it) Victor’s face would sour, eyebrows drawing low, a deep frown etched onto his face. HIs voice would take on a commanding tone, low, as if he was going to do something that neither of you would enjoy if he had to ask again. 

It was scary sometimes.

But he had invaded your life, and you had stood by and idly watched. It’s not like you had put up a fight. You didn’t even know why he hung around you so, with the way you were constantly tired, moving through life like a zombie, sad and sleepy all the time.

Months passed and like every other year of your life, you could barely remember them slipping by. When had Victor become so comfortable in your apartment? It made you uncomfortable, but you were used to discomfort.

It came to a head when you retreated to your room for a nap, body sore and fatigued from merely existing. Victor followed you, nagging about wearing something cooler, to drink some water, how he heard about this new thing recently-

He followed you into your bed.

Like it was normal. Crawling under the covers with you, still maintaining a respectful distance, still talking. You were so tired, you didn’t care about how it made you uncomfortable.

When you woke up, he was curled around you, holding you tight. When you shifted, he had perked up, peeking around your shoulder to see your face. He had been awake the whole time, just chilling.

It was weird.

You were too tired to fight it.

Victor started paying for too much.

Of course it started small, as everything concerning Victor did. Sweets, small little gifts, occasionally a week’s worth of groceries. 

Then it escalated. He was paying for your medications, for your therapies, for your health aids. He started trailing after you to doctor’s appointments, introducing himself as a concerned friend.

You knew this wasn’t good, wasn’t healthy. Something was wrong about this, but you just didn’t care. Something was always wrong, you were always being directed and pushed towards this or that. You just had to accept it.

Then Victor was paying your rent, buying you clothes (since when did friends buy each other underwear?) surprising you with bigger and more expensive gifts until you tried to put your foot down.

You had gotten a stern talking-to, treated like an ungrateful child. And maybe you were? Victor was doing so much for you, shouldn’t you just accept his care?

Victor suggested that you move into his house, since he practically lives at your little apartment anyways. 

“My place is so much cozier! I have a fireplace, I miss it! I want to spend time with you but we could hang out in a more-” He looked around at your apartment “-comfortable place?”

You tried to argue, you did. But it took one disapproving glance from Victor and you were subdued, meekly agreeing to do whatever he wanted.

He called your landlord to terminate your lease. He helped you pack your clothes (that he had bought) into boxes (that he had bought) and arranged for your furniture (that he had bought, always complaining that your couch was bad for his back) to be sold.

Once moving in with him, he got more and more affectionate.

Right from the start, you quickly realized that Victor was very tactile-oriented. He wasn’t shy about physical touch, always wanting to hold hands or giving super long hugs, or begging to cuddle. He didn’t think it was weird, so you tried not to think so either.

Now that you were in his house, his gigantic, expensive house, Victor became even more physical. He showered you with kisses on the cheek, pressed to your forehead, on your shoulder, your neck when he curled around you at night (because of course you slept in the same bed. Victor had just laughed when you asked where your bedroom was)

Eventually, he kissed you on the mouth.

You were surprised, but you didn’t fight it. Why would you?

A heartfelt confession followed - how he had fallen in love with you at first sight, and how every day he fell more and more in love with you. You were his everything, the light of his life, he would die for you.

Don’t you feel the same?

You did, because that’s what Victor wanted to hear.

So now the two of you were dating, sharing kisses and intimate touches and eventually sharing bodies, letting him touch you even though it made your flesh crawl, touching him because he asked you to.

He provided everything, it was simpler just to do what he asked, what he desired. You didn’t even really mind being told what to do, what to wear, what and when to eat - it gave you a sense of comfort, knowing that you didn’t have to make decisions for yourself like that.

Victor would take care of you.

Even when you didn’t want him to

After all, it was simply easier to give in to love

#yandere victor nikiforov #yandere #victor #victor nikiforov #dark victor nikiforov

[cudan2]

We’re Only Human

Spring Break Shadowing Part 4

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Word Count: 2,040

Summary: It’s the last day of shadowing with Dr. Cullen, but you’ve come to realize a little more about how you feel towards him. Cue crushes and a little bit of chaos along the way.

A/N: I finished the semester and can actually dedicate time to writing this again because instead of being on spring break, I’m now on winter break. I also chopped this part in half because it was probably going to be over 6,000 words otherwise and that’s just a lot compared to the previous ones. Bear with me, guys. Another note - I’m thinking about posting this on Ao3 but will rewrite it because I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this in present tense lol. 

Anyways, this is #8 on my headcanon list.

Masterlist

XXX

You don’t know how it happened, but time is on your side and you’re running early this morning. The sun has just risen and casts a warm glow across the hospital as you make you way to the Starbucks, determined to be the one to buy Doctor Cullen his drink for once.

Meeting him here every morning has become a tradition, a tradition that involves him getting you breakfast every day you’ve shadowed him this week. The two of you would chat about various topics while walking to where ever he had to be next. Sometimes you would prod his brain with more medical-related questions, occasionally he would tell stories from his past, but regardless, his every word had you captivated.

Alright, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to finally admit that you may or may not have developed a tiny crush on Doctor Cullen. To be fair though, this is your last day shadowing him and it’s not like you’re ever going to see him again anyways. You feel a pang of disappointment at the thought, but it soon disappears when Emily greets you at the counter.  

“Hi, Y/N! Where’s the doctor today?”

“I was running early today, so I figured I’d grab both of our drinks.” You place your order and ask the barista what Doctor Cullen’s “usual” was.

“Oh that?” she laughs. “He gets boiling water. It’s a little weird, but I just assumed he makes tea with it.”

Boiling... water? You think back to the last several days and try to remember what Doctor Cullen even did with his drink. He definitely never made tea with it. In fact, you don’t think he’s ever taken a sip out of the cup before throwing it away.

“Then I’ll be adding a grande boiled water to my order,” you tell Emily and thank her before she moves on to the next person in line.

You wait to the side for your food and see Jaime standing there too. He’s wearing a backpack and a faded college sweatshirt thrown over his scrubs, and you’re reminded of how many years left of school you have before you can even call yourself a doctor. You wave to him, and he pulls an earbud out from his ear with a sleepy smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” he greets you.

“Nothing much, just grabbing something to eat before the day starts. I’m surprised to see you here though. What happened to morning rounds?”

Jaime lets out what you can only discern as a mix between a hollowed laugh and a groan and tells you about forgetting his coffee at home. “Don’t even get me started on this morning. My car died on me, so I had to get an Uber. Lo and behold, there weren’t any Ubers around either, so ya boy eventually took not just a taxi, but a taxi and the train. By the time I got here, I realized my coffee was still on the counter at home, and so now I’m here.”

Damn, and you thought mornings were rough for you.

“Sorry to hear that! Did you get in trouble for being late?”

“I called Doctor Cullen myself and told him what was happening. He was so understanding, god bless, so I’m in the clear for now.

At the mention of the doctor, your thoughts instantly go back to blond tresses and a brilliant smile you already know you’ll miss when you leave the hospital for the last time today.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” you say a little too dreamily. Jaime gives you a knowing look and you rein it back in, hoping you haven’t exposed yourself already.

“You know, I think he’s going to miss you the most when you leave.” You don’t even get the chance to react when Jaime continues on, “Don’t get me wrong, Lily and I will definitely miss having you around, but the man really took a liking to you a lot faster than he did with us.”

“What do you mean?”

“He always kept us at an arm’s length before you came around. All of that personal stuff you get out of him would have taken him weeks to tell us before, and that’s if we’re lucky. He just seems more comfortable around you,” Jaime shrugs. His coffee is then called out, cutting off anything he wanted to say next. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later!”

You take a moment to mull over what Jaime said. From your perspective, Doctor Cullen has treated you exactly the same way he does with everyone else. You don’t dare to over think what Jaime could be saying – over thinking never leads to anything good. And yet, the damage is done. The seed has been planted and now you can’t help but wonder about what made you stand out to the doctor.

Your own order is called, and you’re pulled from your thoughts with the smell of warm food.

Now armed with two beverages and a pastry bag sandwiched between your fingers, you make your way to a nearby table to wait for Doctor Cullen. Your wait is soon cut short though, as you see him walking towards you out of your peripheral vision. The clouds shift and the sun shines through the windows again. Its golden rays pass over the doctor, and for a second, you swear you could see him shimmering in the sunlight.

You squint strangely and blink a few times. Get it together, you tell yourself. Over thinking is clearly playing some weird psychological tricks on your eyes, and you still needed to be on your A-game.

“Hey you,” he flashes that familiar smile once more when reaching the table you are settled at. “You’re early today.”

“I am. It even gave me the chance to get you your water.” You hand him the cup with a smirk, having made sure to put a sleeve on it earlier because unlike Doctor Cullen, you actually have hands that hold the risk of being burnt.

“Ah, I see Emily has divulged one of my secrets with you. Thank you, Y/N, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist. Seriously, water is free at Starbucks. “Think of it as a small thank you present. It’s the least I could do for the amazing surgeon that let me follow him around for the week.”

“Hmm, I think you may have meant the amazing, extremely kind, highly skilled, and not to mention, quite dashing–”

“Okay! No need to flatter yourself,” you laugh, trying your best to refrain from rolling your eyes. In all honesty, you can’t describe him any better. Add in attractive, intelligent, compassionate, way too humble sometimes, and it would be the perfect recipe to recreate another Doctor Cullen.

From there on, your daily routine at the hospital continues without a hitch. It’s a morning filled with back to back surgeries and question after question thrown at you from the doctor. There is no doubt that he is keeping you on your toes – literally and figuratively. You have to admit though, you are pretty proud of yourself for being able to answer the majority of his questions.

Your feet swing aimlessly while you spin around in a padded chair in Doctor Cullen’s office. Your laptop is open on his desk, displaying a blank document that’s meant to be your personal statement. It has been a little over an hour since he left you here to attend a mandatory meeting and you are starting to get antsy.

Aside from several stacks of files and other various papers, the desk lacks the small trinkets you would expect to see. As a matter of fact, the office itself is surprisingly void of anything personal. There aren’t any pictures of family, friends, pets, not even of a possible wife. There are no decorations on the wall either, and if it weren’t for the leather briefcase leaning against the side of the desk, you’d never believe this office belonged to him. No wonder he spends as much time as possible outside of this dismal room.

As you continue spinning in the chair, you bring up a paper fortune teller made earlier from a sticky note. You choose a color, two subsequent numbers, and flip open the flap to reveal the fortune.

Brunch date with Dr. Cullen.

The things you do to kill time. Your friends would never let you live this down if they could see you now.

Just as you’re about to go another round with the fortune teller, the door opens and Doctor Cullen walks in. The fortune teller goes flying out of your hands and onto the floor next to you as you jump in surprise and halt the spinning.

“Sorry about the wait, Y/N. I’m afraid the meeting took longer than expected,” he says, his words laced with a hint of bitterness. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice you nearly jumping out of your skin. Not wanting to draw attention to the fortune teller on the floor, you leave it there for now and start packing up your stuff.

“I presume you found a way to entertain yourself?”

“Kind of? I tried starting my personal statement again. It’s really not coming together,” you laugh dryly. Too preoccupied with turning off your laptop and putting it away, you don’t notice that Doctor Cullen walking around to the head of the desk where you are until it’s too late.

Oh crap, the fortune teller. Of course, he just has to notice it too and picks it up with a curious expression. You look up, and he’s standing there with it in his hand.

“Did you make this?”

You leap up from the chair and snatch it out of his hand before he can examine it any closer. There is no way in hell you’re letting him open it.

“Uh, yeah... It’s just something we used to make in elementary school – nothing special!” You try to play it off as cool as possible and slip the fortune teller into the small trash can underneath his desk. “So what’s next on the schedule?”

He takes a moment before answering you. You see his eyes study the way your fingers nervously fidgets with a loose thread on your shirt. He seemingly brushes off the interaction that occurred and responds, “Pre-op. I believe this one will be much different than the others you’ve observed this week.”

“What’s different about it?” you ask. Doctor Cullen starts to leave and holds the door open for you.

“You’ll see.” You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smirking.

He shuts the door and you start walking towards to the surgical department when a hand abruptly pulls you back just a little too hard. You trip over your own feet in the process and in some miraculous, but also really unlucky, sadistic, cruel-of-the-universe sort of way, land in Doctor Cullen’s arms. Goosebumps form up your arms where he’s holding you, and you can’t tell whether it’s from the temperature difference or the fact that your face is only an inch away from his chest.

You are absolutely mortified to say the least. Heat begins crawling up your cheeks and if there was a witness, they would have seen you quite literally jump out of the doctor’s arms.  

“I’m so sorry, Doctor Cullen! I didn’t mean to trip and fall and–”

“No, no, please, Y/N. It was of no fault of yours. I admit, I wholly underestimated the extent of my strength in that moment.” You stare at him, still dismayed at what happened, but it seems you aren’t the only one feeling like a deer in the headlights. “Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?” he asks, smiling meekly.

“It’s fine, these things happen. We’re only human after all, right?”

“...Right.” There’s a moment of silence that goes on for longer than you prefer, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the punchline of some inside joke. You don’t dwell on it though. There’s really only so much social embarrassment you can handle in one day. “Now, if there aren’t any more near-accidents,” he points in the opposite direction and says, “we’re headed to the children’s hospital.”

Oh.

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #twilight imagines #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twilight #twilight renessaince #twilight revival #twilight reboot #it's like 3:30 am #school ended but my sleep schedule still sucks #maybe it's cause I still feel the need to be productive #the next part is the one i struggled with for the last 7 months #which is why i just chopped the part in half #ugh i jsut have to get through the next part and ill be in the home stretch #the quality of my writing really declines when i have to write actual plot LMAO #doctor daddy cullen #twilight renaissance

[lesdemonium]

For My Own

Rating: G Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 1404 Summary:   Geralt and Jaskier spend their first Yule together AN: this is a prompt for the @geraskierholidayexchange for kate/jaskierofrivia. i hope you enjoy!!

This is a combination of the prompts: 1. First Christmas together as a couple, spending it alone just the two of them (canon) 2. First time Geralt has ever actually celebrated Christmas, because it’s the first time he’s ever wanted to (because he finally gets to spend it with Jaskier) (Canon) 4. Spend Christmas together in the most exclusive, expensive inn in all of Novigrad, with a snowstorm raging outside, pressing expensive jewellery into (or onto 😜) each other’s hands(only sort of for the last two)

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“Gods, it’s beautiful out.”

Geralt grunted noncommittally and Jaskier turned away from his look out the window to raise an eyebrow at the witcher. He was sat upon the bed, grinding some herbs to replenish a potion, and Jaskier rolled his eyes. Really, he should have said something about Geralt grinding herbs on their bed, but Jaskier supposed he could pick his battles. At least he wasn’t coming back from a hunt and leaving monster entrails all over the sheets. Again.

The inn they were staying at wasn’t anything particularly spectacular. Jaskier had angled them toward a better one, one with an actual comfortable bed and the ability to take a bath, because Geralt had made an offhand comment about snow possibly coming in, and Jaskier had learned long ago to trust Geralt when he said these things. Lo and behold, now it was far too snowy for them to continue south to warmer weather.

“Can’t you ever just enjoy a moment, Geralt?” Jaskier asked, sitting beside Geralt with a heavy sigh, and reaching out to take the items from Geralt’s hands. “You’re supposed to be relaxing. With me. Enjoying the day.”

“Not much to enjoy about getting snowed in,” Geralt answered, raising an eyebrow. “We were supposed to be on the road today.”

Jaskier’s second sigh was loud and dramatic, and the longer it went on the more even Geralt couldn’t hide his small smile. Jaskier put the pestle and mortar on the table, and draped himself over the bed, his head in Geralt’s lap. “Geralt, you are the worst lover I have ever had,” Jaskier whined. “It’s like you do things on purpose just to torment me. Are you being deliberately obtuse? Do you not see the romantic implications of the weather, our togetherness, the time of year?”

Geralt smirked and ran his fingers through Jaskier’s hair. “Use your words, Jaskier,” he teased.

Jaskier’s eyes narrowed and he pinched Geralt’s thigh, though through his trousers, he probably hardly felt anything. “We’re snowed in, together, during Yule, our first together I’d like to point out, and you want to do busywork tasks?” Jaskier huffed and crossed his arms. “When you suggested we spend the winter together, I thought there would be some consideration of the novelty of it all, but you are still the same as you ever were. I’m just colder and considerably less fattened up.”

The hand in Jaskier’s hair kept moving, and Jaskier closed his eyes as Geralt began to twist and possibly even braid the strands. If Jaskier had to be honest, he had been enjoying his winter with Geralt. Sure, staying holed up in a court and singing songs to rich nobles and dining on their expensive food was nice, and he missed the comfort of it all. Staying with Geralt, however, had made a peaceful sort of happiness settle within Jaskier. He much preferred this, but if he had his way, the following year they would make much better plans than simply continuing on the Path. Maybe he’d ask after Kaer Morhen, and try to force Geralt’s hand in that direction.

“If you’re missing attention, you could probably go downstairs and play for the others snowed in here,” Geralt answered. There was a smile in his voice. Apparently, this was funny.

“I don’t want their attention,” Jaskier said, opening his eyes again to scowl at the witcher. “I want yours.” He considered Geralt’s face, then felt his own heat up in embarrassment. “Should I have--you don’t even care about Yule, do you? Oh, bollocks. You didn’t even realize it was Yule.” Jaskier sat up. “I didn’t think to ask if you even recognized it or celebrated it or--”

“Jaskier.” Geralt cut him off with a hand at his elbow. “I know it’s Yule.”

“But you didn’t say anything.” Jaskier was well aware he was whining now. He didn’t mean to, but he was a little bit embarrassed and a lot disappointed. “Never mind, just forget it. This time, I cannot blame your lack of communication, because it was my own lack of communication that made for this false start of a conversation.”

Geralt’s fingers slid down to Jaskier’s and lifted Jaskier's arm. Jaskier fixed him with an unimpressed look--he did not want Geralt to try to distract him, mostly because he knew Geralt would succeed--as Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s knuckles. Then his lips trailed along Jaskier’s skin, stopping only to press a kiss to the back of his hand, then over the veins of his wrist as Geralt turned his hand over, then up his forearm, pushing the fabric of Jaskier’s loose shirt up as he went.

“Geralt, I don’t want you to--” Jaskier started, just as Geralt’s lips pressed against the inside bend of his elbow.

“So you don’t want your gift?” Geralt interrupted.

Jaskier’s eyebrows furrowed and he studied Geralt suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t celebrate Yule.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “No, you decided that when you were rambling,” he shrugged. “My brothers and I usually drink and exchange small, useful gifts. Extra potions, new whetstones, pieces of leather. Things like that. This is my first time… really celebrating it. You didn’t say anything, so I didn’t know if you would want to.”

With a small smile, Jaskier cupped Geralt’s face with his free hand. “Oh, Love. I do. I want to very much. There’s nothing I want more,” he said, with as much sincerity as he could.

“Good.” A moment later, Geralt retrieved something from his pocket, and he took Jaskier’s wrist again. He fumbled for a moment, then pulled away to reveal a thin golden chain around Jaskier’s wrist. It was small, delicate, with tiny yellow gemstones every few centimeters. Jaskier couldn’t help the way his face broke into a wide smile and he trailed the fingers of his other hand over the chain.

“Geralt, it’s beautiful,” he whispered. Jaskier looked up to meet Geralt’s eye and, for once, Geralt looked proud of something he had done. “You don’t get to buy pretty things often, do you? Such a shame. You’re very good at it.”

Now, Geralt’s smile grew sheepish, and to save himself the mortification of answering, Geralt pulled Jaskier in for a kiss with a gentle hand on Jaskier’s jaw. Jaskier wouldn’t complain, though he did finally have to be the one to break the kiss. With a great amount of regret.

“I have something for you, too,” Jaskier said, and stood up to retrieve his bag.

There, at the bottom of his pack, Jaskier had hidden a small box. There was no chance Geralt would go through Jaskier’s bag for anything short of an emergency, but Jaskier had been jumpy about it all week anyway. He removed the box from the bag, then turned to Geralt. For once in his life, Jaskier was feeling shy. Maybe even a bit embarrassed. No, definitely embarrassed. Incredibly embarrassed. He held out the box anyway.

“It’s silly and I know you aren’t really one for--”

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, holding up his hand to cut off Jaskier’s ramble before it could begin. Geralt opened the box and stared at the ring on a long chain. The chain was much sturdier than the one Jaskier was now wearing, one that wouldn’t slice through as easily during a hunt. And the ring on the end--

“It’s my signet. So that--so that even when we’re apart, you have a piece of me,” Jaskier said, flushing. He sat down on the bed beside Geralt, but did not look at him. “You aren’t one for jewelry, I know. But I thought you might--”

Geralt didn’t answer, but he slipped the chain over his head and under his shirt. He took Jaskier’s hand and pressed Jaskier’s palm to the bump of the ring, just over his heart, just beside his medallion. Geralt let go, but still Jaskier lingered, and drew closer. His hand was trapped between them as they kissed, long and lingering, and Geralt wrapped a warm arm around Jaskier’s waist.

“I love you,” Jaskier whispered against Geralt’s lips.

Geralt hummed, ran his thumb over Jaskier’s bracelet, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Jaskier’s lips again. “I love you,” he answered.

The snow continued to fall outside the window. But even Geralt, later, after the sun had set and they had started in on some spiced spirits, could admit that it was beautiful.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #geraskier fic #geraskier christmas fic #my writing #holiday exchange

[aenxiome]

Chapter 4: Who do you call when the ghostbuster is on vacation?

When I awake, I find myself tangled up in the bedsheets, half lying on top of Jazz and the other half plastered against the wall. Somehow we ended up looking like a pretzel. When the alarm started to blare, we startled and accidentally crashed into each other. Some part of her hit me in the mouth while my head slammed into her own.

" Oww, Jazz, cant you keep your head to yourself," I whine accusingly while trying to rub away the pain. " ah, that's going to leave a mark," Wincing as I look at her, holding the side of her head rubbing her temple. We carefully separate ourselves from each other, taking in mind our new splitting twin headaches and my own lasting injury from the day before.

I look over at Sam and Tucker, who are also waking up. It seems Sam found a comfortable spot on the floor using a bunch of blankets and a few of my hoodies along with a pillow from who knows where. On the other hand, Tucker fell asleep in my desk chair with his head on his arms lying across the desk. Jazz reaches over and turns off the alarm. She sits up, still half asleep,p and makes her way out of the room. I continue to lay on the bed as Sam and Tucker finish waking up, with Sam going as far as to put away the bedding and hoodies.

"Hey," Tucker says when he sees that I'm awake, " Are you feeling okay? You're not going to pass out again, are you?" Sam turns around at his questioning and exclaimed, "Danny! Your awake!" I smile sheepishly at them, " I'm okay, a little sore, but I'm fine." I attempt to sit up, but a wince accompanies every move. When Sam notices, she comes to sit on the side of the bed and helps me. Once I'm finally up, she engulfs me in a gigantic hug. When she pulls away from the embrace, she puts her hands on her hips and starts yelling, " Do you know how much you scared us!" Finally, she shakes my shoulder with tears brimming in her eyes, " Don't you ever do something like that again!"

" I won't, and I didn't know that would happen." Tucker comes over and joins the conversation. His expression is serious, " Dude, when you fell, it was like we were back in the lab. I thought…" he brakes, choking up, " I don't know what I thought but seeing you like that again." blowing out a shaky breath he finishes, " I thought we lost you this time."

Sam moves out of the way as I reach over and clasp my hand on his shoulder and look him in the eye, " Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Then, trying to lose the tension, Sam asks, " Hey, do we still have clothes here or," I cut her off, "Oh, yeah, look in the bottom drawer," I say referencing the dresser, "you both should have clothes left in there." They both go to grab clothes and rush off to go get dressed.

I hate lying to them, but I can't guarantee anything. That feeling, just knowing what to do without having to think about it. Just feels so right. It was almost as if, at that moment, I was complete. While, yeah, doing it in my human form was my bad, though. I didn't expect such a big drawback but ill be ready for that next time. Maybe in my ghost form, it won't be so bad, though? I'll have to test this, but where…. " The bathroom is free," Sam shouts as she goes by the door freeing me of my musing. Tucker leaves the room to get ready, and I attempt to get up.

Every mussel protests as I force my fist into the top of the mattress and gingerly force myself to stand. I fight my tight muscles and straighten myself trying to keep my balance. I force myself to walk around the room and get ready for the day. With every step I take and arm movement, I make pain shoots through me. Up through my legs and into my waist into my joints and up inside my chest, my core, I feel pain. When moving my arms, they feel like a ton of bricks, making them feel heavy. I wince as I change my clothes and then put on a neutral face and make my way to the kitchen.

When I get there, the three of them are around the kitchen table eating cereal, but no Mom or Dad to be seen. Jazz sees me first, immediately getting up and forcing me into a chair, which I am so grateful for despite my neutral deposition. " What are you doing down here?" She hisses, " You should still be in bed." I grab a box of cereal and shove my hand in while replying, "as I told them," gesturing to my friends, " I'm fine." Grabbing me a bowl, she says, " You could barely walk stand hours ago. Let alone walk on your own. I'm not buying it." I avoid looking at her while providing my defense, " Spead healing remember. Im better."

" If your sure, man, but wouldn't you rather stay home? Sam had to help you sit up earlier." Tucker says. Jazz points at me righteously, " See, you need your rest! Go back to bed." She demands. I shake my head in refusal, " I can't afford to miss any more school. I'll be fine, I swear." We all continue arguing about my attendance when eventually Jazz gives up but forces an ultimatum, "fine, you can go, but no ghost fighting! Not until your 100%." I groan in response, " Then what are we going to do if a ghost attacks?" I question.

"We can handle it." Said Sam determined. "But what if-" I start to interject but can cut off by Sam, " We help you all the time. Doing it by ourselves won't be hard, you'll see. After all, three is better than one." I relent and let go of my argument. It doesn't take long for us to finish eating and head to Jazzes car.

The struggle starts as soon as we get out the door. The box ghost has managed to get out again. Before anyone can stop me, I fire off a carefully placed ectoblast and force him down. A second later, I pull out my thermos, and he was immediately sucked up and defeated. Maybe it was a cheap attack, but with the way things are currently beggars, can't be choosers.

"Danny!" Jazz shouts accusingly. " What?" At the angry looks, I sigh and continue, "It was only the Boxxy." Tucker tilts his head in question while sam voices their confusion, "Boxxy?" I nod my head agreeing with the name, "Yeah, Boxxy." Tucker looks as if he has swallowed a lemon, "you're giving the ghost nicknames now?" Great something else for us to argue over, "So? Why does it matter? They give me nicknames, So I can give them ones." They still don't look happy, but we are running out of time. "Can we talk about this later? Were going to be late." Tucker takes a look at his PDA and shows it to the others. The conversation is done.

For now.

They may not like what I did, but in my opinion, it is well worth it. One less ghost for them to worry about.

We all pilled in and traveled in silence to the school, barely making it in time. Before we get out, Jazz stops us to give a lecture, "Danny, no fighting today. Not with the ghosts, not with Dash, not with anyone. Understood?"

"Yeah, Yeah," I reply, sulking, "I know."

Then she turns to Sam and Tucker, " Now you two, keep Danny out of trouble. If anything gets out of hand, let me know, and I will take care of it." They answer simultaneously, " We've got it." Then, she turns back to me once again, " if the pain gets too bad, let me know, and I'll take you home."

" I'll be fine," I reassure her.

"If you say so," she says, not in the mood for an argument.

We enter just as the warning bell rings, making me feel a bit bad. While anymore I'm habitually late for just about everything, that doesn't mean that they are. We rush to homeroom and make it just in time to reach our new assigned seats and get ready for class.

The day is just beginning.

How hard could one Friday be?

A lot harder than expected.

As soon as the class finished, I headed out for my next class when I felt something. I was pulled by the back of my shirt into another hallway, separating me from Sam and Tucker. I get pushed up against the wall making an echoey thump in the hallway. I look around the hall, empty, then look up at my kidnapper. Lo and behold, it's just Dash again. When is this guy going to give me a break? I mean, this is ridiculous. Doesn't he have a life? This whole hallway meet-up is starting to become a cliche at this point. So instead of paying attention to Dashs' pathetic reasonings for his grab and go, I drown him out and internally ask the really important questions like:

Does this count as Kidnapping? While yes, I have been taken without my consent, I haven't left the building. So maybe this would be a forced separation? Abduction? Couldn't this be considered as a criminal ac-.

My thoughts get cut off as his fist lands in my stomach. I blanch from the sucker punch feeling my cereal trying to make its way back up. I manage to swallow it back down just as another punch makes contact. I try to keep my composer, but my body just can't take it. A small dribble of vomit makes its way out of my mouth and onto Dashs' arm. " Ew!" He exclaims, "Did you just spit up on me! Uggh, what's wrong with you, Fenton." With a look of disgust on his face, almost as he can't believe I got sick on him, he turns around and goes back into the main hall while I book it to the nearest trash can.

I manage to spit out what I had come up without losing any more of my breakfast. I lean up against the wall trying to pull myself back together. The punches, while weak, still hurt. The force made my core pulsate as if trying to come forward to protect me. When it pulsated, I could feel how strained it is. Even with its call for me, my core is weak, throbbing for reprieve.

The minute bell starts to ring as I force myself down the hallway, gritting my teeth, trying to stop the pain. It takes longer than usual for me to get there, oh how I wish, scratch that (you never know when you-know-who is listening *cough* Desiree *cough*), would love to be able to float right now. Thankfully I didn't get in any more trouble than a simple tardy on my record when I showed up. Being known for bathroom issues can come with its perks.

Classes so far today have been my saving grace. Especially since we have health instead of P.E this week, if I had to move around much more, it would have become the end of me. Not that the hallways aren't trying to get to me first.

To make it even better, So far, the only ghostly activity has been a couple of blobs. Hopefully, by the end of the day, I will somewhat be back to normal.

Once we are let out for lunch, I slowly make my way to the cafeteria. Once I get there, I spot Sam and Tucker near the back of the room already with their food. Sam, of course, has some kind of green thing. I can't tell what it is, but I know it's the opposite of Tuckers. I can identify his food, a leftover pork chop, and other assorted non-veggies make up his lunchbox.

After the Lunch Lady incident at the beginning of the year, they started to favor meals from at home rather than the schools. Sam for the issue with her not being able to eat what they serve as it is not to her taste, and Tucker for his issue with " stinky ectoplasm messing with beautiful meat." Apparently ecto- contaminated meat is where he draws the line with his obsession.

Me on the other hand, I am more than willing to risk it. A meal that Jazz and I didn't cook with less than a 70% chance of coming to life, sign me up. On the off chance that I do bring something from home, it is always factory-sealed junk food. I don't want to be known as the guy who brought murder hotdogs to lunch.

"Danny!" I hear coming from their spot, calling me over to them. I sit down across from them, letting out a relieved sigh. "There you are," Sam says, relieved, " we were getting ready to come to look for you. We thought Dash cramped you into a locker again." Thankfully not, I can't help but think. Those things are cramped. When I got to class after Dashs' interference, they weren't pleased about what had gone down. Tucker looked almost murderous when he found out what kept me.

" Aren't you going to get any food, dude?" Tucker asks between mouthfuls of food. "Nah," I reply and gesture to the line, " there is no way ill be able to get anything before lunch is over." The lines go down the walls of the cafeteria until right before the door. " I'm not hungry anyway," I say, lying through my teeth. " Are you sure?" Sam asks, quirking her eyebrow at me. " Yeah, I'm sure. If I change my mind, I'll get something." Satisfied, we turn our attention to small talk.

After a while, our conversation heads back to current events. " So, what do you plan to do about the ice thing?" Sam asks. I tilt my head a little in confusion, " What ice thing?" I get two looks of exasperation back before Sam slowly says, " You know the thing from the lot." Oh, that ice thing, " I thought that was all taken care of? It's not there anymore, so what is there to worry about?"

"Yeah, it's gone, but where did it come from? It's not like there are a lot of ghosts that can make ice." Tucker points out. A feeling of understanding rushes through me as I part my lips, " Ohh, did I forget to tell you?" Both of them look at me dumbfounded as I wait for an answer. I slump down farther in my seat as I reveal, " The ice is mine." Eyes wide, Sam questions, " You made a spike of Ice?" I nod my head then she continues angry with my omission, " why didn't you tell us!? We thought there was a new ghost on the loose!"

"I thought you guys knew," I say, throwing my hands up in defense. "I'll admit I've never done something like that before, but I thought you would have realized it came from me. As Tuk said, there aren't many ghosts who can make ice." Tucker comes to their defense, "It's not like we have ever seen you do that before." I sigh in understand then try to create the end of the discussion, " I plan to go to the Farfrozen to see Frostbite anyway. After what happened yesterday, I need to know what's going on with me."

"What do you-" Tucker gets cut off by a scream. The whole room goes dead silent. Then, another scream comes right after echoing through the room. After a second, just about everyone is jumping out of their seats in a panic. Sam and Tucker rush to their bags and start pulling out ecto-weapons. " Sit here," Sam orders, " let us take care of it."

"Yeah, Yeah," I blow them off, "well, at least the line is gone. I'm going to grab a bag of chips or something." Another scream echoes out, and they start running towards the door. "Be careful!" I yell out at their backs, but they are already out the door. I get up and go through an empty line and buy some pre-packaged foods and then make my way back towards my seat.

I take a few minutes to eat what I want then put the rest in my bag. I look towards a clock that's in the room and see that almost ten minutes have gone by. Against their orders, I pick up my things and go towards the chaos. Once I make it to them, I see something that I would never have expected. In the middle of the hallway are Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, tangled up with two Ecto-Octopi.

One of them has Tucker hanging upside down, holding him by his ankle. While another has Sam squashed beneath its tentacles and shaking her like a rag doll. Jazz, on the other hand, is the only one who is armed. She Is hiding behind a trashcan with a lipstick blaster.

I stare at the chaos in front of me and can't help but to say, " what in the zone is going on!?" My yell startles everyone. Even the Octopi.

"Danny!" They all holler simultaneously, the people, not the Octopi. " Getaway, we've got this!" Sam yells back. " This what you call handled?!" I say, hands out, gesturing to the scene in front of me.

I walk over to Jazz and take the lipstick blaster away and start over towards the ghosts. Using the lipstick blaster, I hit the Octopus holding Sam and the eye. The pain startled them, and they quickly released its tentacle from around her. Sam hurried away and rushed over towards me. " Give the blaster to me, let us handle it" I ignore her and push us away from the octopus just as a tentacle comes slamming down onto the tile floor.

" Get back, let me handle it!" I say in a rush, " You too Jazz," looking back towards her. I make my way forward with the blaster and go to the octopus keeping Tucker. I carefully point the blaster at its tentacle with a steady hand and fastly slash downward with it cutting it off. The tentacle and Tucker drop towards the ground. The heat from the blaster cauterizes the wound leaving only the ectoplasm from the cut limb to bleed out.

Tucker rushes over to safety as I use the blasters to hit them in the eye once again. While being temporarily blinded, they flail their limbs around, trying to hit everything around them. I, on the other hand, quickly reach into my bag and look for a Fenton Thermos. As soon as I find one, I quickly pull off the cap and suck the octopi up and seal them in.

Once everything is in the clear, I slump down to the floor, huffing for breath. Letting the adrenaline wear off, I stay sitting on the floor while everyone else comes to me. "What were you thinking!" Jazz exclaimed while slamming into me with a hug, " Are you hurt? You should have stayed away. Your powers are out. Don't you realize how dangerous this was?" Giving her an accusing look, I can't help but point out, " I am better off than you. A lipstick blaster? What happened to the weapons you guys took with you?" I ask turning to, my friends. Tucker, mumbling with a blush plastered on his face, admits, " They ate them."

I stare at them, starting to lose some color. Then, stumbling with my words, I stutter out, "Ate them? They ate the weapons, oh my, that's not good." Jazz and I both look at each other with a look of doom. "What, what is it?" Sam asks, now worried due to our reactions. " Those weapons weren't normal Fenton weapons." Jazz confesses. " What do you mean?" Tucker asks, confused, " Your parents made them, right?"

Jazz looks over to me for approval which I don't give before she answers, " Those weapons were advanced models. They aren't supposed to be available to the public." I interject, " Since the weapons are made of metal and not an organic ectoplasmic substance, the octopi won't be able to digest it. So meaning eventually they are going to spit the weapons back up." Looking at them and seeing that they are listening, I continue worried, " there is no way to tell when they are going to drop them, and whoever picks them up could hurt someone."

Before we get a chance to talk, any more noises start making their way through the hall. Sam, Tucker, and I go back towards the cafeteria, but before we get too far, Jazz calls out to me, "Danny," I stop to look at her, " I think its best if you go home." Then, giving her a betrayed look for her suggestion, she elaborates, "you don't look too good. Your really pale, and your barely moving."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply stubbornly. Sighing, she walks over to me and takes my bag, " Come on, I'll drive you home." Before I can get out a protest, she reminds me, " You need to go to the Farfrozen right? What better time to go than when Mom and Dad are going to be on a ghost hunt." With that, I stopped protesting and let her lead me to the car.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #dash baxter #octopi #ghost octopus #box ghost #fanfiction #fanfic #phantom #phanfiction

[i-am-a-mes]

Blueberry Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is fresh out of college with a small job at a newspaper, when she meets Chris Evans. They start a Sugar Daddy/Sugar baby relationship and try to navigate through their feelings, desires and personal obstacles. 

Warning: Fluff, not so confident reader, shitty roommate, proberly curse words

Parring: AU Chris Evans x female plus size reader

A/N: Hi there. So this is my first Chris Evans fic. It’s still a WIP and don’t really have that much of a plan with it. It will be a fluffy, angsty, smutty adventure spiced with some Sugar Daddy, Ddlg and D/s elements. But don’t expect that from the get go though. It’s a slow burn in some elements. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment and share!

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Chapter 1:

The smell of freshly ground coffee beans and baked goods filled the air as I waited in line at the instagram worthy coffee shop. I riffled through my small backpack, finding my pink wallet and praying to god that there still was that 5 dollar bill that I found a week ago crumbled up in the bottom of my bag. 

Just as my fingers grabbed the edges of the bill, the barista behind the counter yelled “Next”, but since I was preoccupied with my treasure hunt I didn’t hear it. 

“Ahem, NEXT?!” The young blonde said again. 

It wasn’t until I felt a small nudge on my shoulder I registered that my turn was up. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see who interrupted my thoughts, and had to do a double check to see the tall, broad man in a tailor fitted suit standing behind me with a small smirk on his face. 

I literally gawked at him trying to take in this huge man’s chiseled features, but was all too fast interrupted by a “If you are not going to buy anything, please step out of the line, Ma’am” which made the gorgeous man lean down and say to me “I think this is the part where you order” 

It took a while before my mind finally (after what seemed like a 1000 years!) caught up with what was happening. 

“Oh.. “ I looked between him and the desk and back again. “Oh Geez! I’m so sorry!” I hurried up to the desk with the biggest blush on my cheeks. 

“Sure, what can I get you?” The skinny blonde with the highest and tightest ponytail I have ever seen said with a sigh and an almost eye roll. 

“Uhm, just a green tea with jasmine… and.. uhm…” I looked at the different cupcakes, muffins and cookies on display” “and uhm.. How much for the blueberry muffin?”

“That is 2 dollars. You want one?”

As I looked and craved that sweet ass delicious muffin, I looked at the crumbled 5 dollar bill in my hand, and I knew I needed the change for the bus fare. “Oh.. no, just the tea please, thank you” I ordered with a defeated sigh.

“Sure, that’s 3.15, and what name can I write on the order?”

“Y/N… Thank you.” I gave her my precious bill 

I have 5 dollars for a week and suddenly it’s Gollum and the ring, yeeesh girl

I quickly made my way to the end of the bar to wait for my order, counting the change in my wallet. 

I think there is enough for the bus tomorrow and some food.. maybe if I get off the stop before and get the bare necessities at the store. That could work. 

I nodded to myself and straightened up. 

“Y/N!?” A young boy yelled from the desk placing a comically large cup with a tea tag hanging off the edge of the cup, on the counter. 

“Yeah, that’s me” I lifted a hand a little.

“Right, here you go, and enjoy your tea”

With a “thanks”, I turned around and scouted for a spot to place my behind and a bathtub of tea, and by the gods of all things holy there was an empty armchair with a little table in the far corner. My face lit up and I went to place myself at the newly found corner of heaven. 

The old velvet armchair that looked like something from a grandmother’s house was soft but springy, but still made an excellent snuggle spot. I pulled my legs up under me and pulled out my book. This was gonna be a good Sunday afternoon after all.

“Ahem”... A soft cough pulled me from my book and I looked over the edge of the pages in front of me. They scanned up a large frame in a navy suit and landed on a familiar face. It was the adonis from the line of humiliation. 

A heavy blush fanned across my face as I made eye contact with a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. 

When I finally let my eyes travel further across his face, I saw the sharp cheekbones and the well-trimmed beard that framed his plush pink lips that were formed into a smirk at the moment. 

I blinked slowly, and then shook my head, trying to see if this was a figure of my imagination, but nope. He was still there. 

“What.. uhm.. Yeah?” I stumbled over my words..”Can I help you?” 

“Ehehe.. Well, maybe. See I got this blueberry muffin, but I don’t think I can eat the whole thing, so I was wondering if you might want to share it with me?”

“What?” 

What the actual fuck is going on at this moment!? 

I turned around to see if there was someone behind me, because surely he wasn’t talking to me. The movement made him laugh under his breath.

“Shit, I thought it was a pretty smooth line. But man just shows me huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck which made a show of his incredibly large bicep that was struggling to stay inside the sleeve of his jacket. 

I still looked like the fucking moon had fallen to the earth.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? Did I take your seat?” I began shifting seeing if I accidentally had taken someone’s seat.

“No no! God, this is not going how I planned” he shook his head still wearing a smirk. 

“I was just trying to get to talk to you, and I saw you wanted that blueberry muffin, so thought maybe.. You know what! Nevermind”

He took out his hand and smiled with the brightest smile I had ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Chris, can I sit here and talk to you?”

A small “Huh” left me, and I arched an eyebrow still in confusion of what the actual fuck was going on. I shook his hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Sure.. take a seat?” I answered with a question. 

The god, the model from GQ, the adonis, the most gorgeous man ever apparently named Chris sat in a small chair across from me. 

“I’m sorry, are you sure you are at the right table?” I looked at him with squinted eyes leaning towards him 

“I think there are some instagram models over by the window” I pointed towards two absolutely gorgeous girls with perfect hair and outfits, posing for each other to take the right picture. 

He looked quickly at them, before looking into my eyes again. 

“I am absolutely sure I am at the right table!” He said with a wink.

“Oh… okay” A sheepish smile came across my lips as I sank a bit further into the velvet chair. 

A silence came over the two of us, as neither of us knew how to start the next sentence. 

I tried to hide my awkwardness by taking a sip of my tea.

“You know I think you can hide your entire face in that thing” Chris pointed at my giant mug filled with tea.

“I know, right! I think it’s big enough for squirrels to take a bath in” I lifted said cup up and studied it.

We both looked at each other and the large mug, before we busted out laughing. 

“I’m so sorry about before. I swear I usually have my shit together, but for the first time in a long time somebody threw me off my talking game” He looked down at his hands before casting a glance at me.

“I’m sorry for not understanding what was going on. I’m not used to people like you talking to me.”

“And by people like me you mean..?” He crooked an eyebrow.

“You know, absolutely gorgeous men in fancy suits and big muscles.” I said, shrugging, looking blushing at my book in my lap, fidgeting with the edges of the book.

“Oh those people.. So you think my suit is fancy huh?” He leaned over the table and winked at me. 

Yep, the mother fucker winked at me! 

“Uhm.. uh.. yeah.. I don’t know suits, but that kinda looks fancy.” I said in a small voice and blushed even harder and intensely looking at the frayed edges of my book.

“Damn…!” He exclaimed under his breath.

“What?” I looked up wide eyed at him with big doe eyes and mouth slightly agape.

He shook his head before looking up at me.

“You are just adorable” he smirked before looking at what I assume was an expensive as fuck watch. 

“Well, as much as I want to stay here and talk and get to know you Y/N, believe me, I really wish I could. But gotta go. It was really wonderful meeting you, and hopefully we will meet again” 

He said with a wink before holding out his hand. 

I shook his hand and as soon as I did, he placed a small kiss on the back of my hand. 

“Uhm, yeah.. Sure. Have a great day then?” I said with confusion written all across my face. He then left, but not before turning around at the entry door to the shop, and threw a million dollar smile my way that made me weak in my bones and permeated the blush I had been sporting all throughout the ordeal. 

What the fuck just happened and who was that man?

I shook my head and laughed at the whole situation, when I saw a brown paper bag with the coffee shop logo on it placed on the small table. 

What’s this?

I looked inside and lo and behold there, in a perfect plastic container, was a wonderful blueberry muffin with a white card sticking out of it. 

I took it out, and picked up the card that read.

“Chris Evans 

Attorney at law”

Just below that there was scribbled in a blue pen

“And acquirer of blueberry muffins, for more contact the number”

And sure enough there was a phone number on the card also written in blue pen.

“Very smooth, Mr. Evans” I chuckled to myself. The card was tucked in my wallet and the muffin soon consumed as I returned to reading my book.

Well… that just happened.

The plastic bag gnawed into my fingers as I trudged from the bus stop towards my apartment. The walk was a bit longer than usual since I got off at an earlier stop in hopes of saving the pennies. I finally reached my building and unlocked the front door, and made my way up the.. Wait for it… 5 flights of stairs! Now you may wonder, who in their right mind would live on the fifth floor in a building without an elevator? This lucky gal, that’s who! It’s cheap and close to the bus stop. Beggars can’t be choosers. 

When I finally reached the door to my apartment and began to let myself in, I was blocked when the chain rattled the door shut on the other side. 

“”What the hell?.. Dammit! Hey… Allie???” I began yelling through the door. “Hey Allie! Please unhook the chain!”

A loud sigh and some rustling was heard from inside of the apartment.

“Ugh are you already home?” My roommate Allie came up to the door, rolling her eyes, before closing the door so she could unhook the little brass chain. 

The door then slipped open revealing Allie thrudging towards the sofa, where her boyfriend was lounging in his grey sweatpants and t-shirt filled with cheeto dust. 

Allie and I had been roommates for about 6 months, since I moved to the city for my job. She was a black haired, pale skinned, beautiful girl. She had an amazing bone structure and a body most girls would envy. She used all of those assets in her job as a dancer/stripper, which she was very proud of. 

Her boyfriend named Craig was an average looking guy, with brown hair and a goatee, unemployed at the moment, which meant that he was spending a lot.. A LOT of time at our apartment. 

“Sup Y/N!” He called from the couch, while grabbing a handful of cheetos before drowning them down with a gulp of beer.

“Hi Craig..” I muttered and went towards the kitchen and began unpacking my groceries. When I opened the fridge the emptiness greeted me and a lonely carton of milk stood on the shelf. 

“Uhm, guys?.. Where is the rest of my food?” 

I knew there was some food left, but now it was all cleaned out.

“Well, we got hungry so…” Allie said with a shrug as she laid on the sofa with her feet hanging over the edge of the couch and her head in Craig’s lap. 

“But.. It was mine. You could at least send me a note to get something for you while I was out” I sighed and began defeatingly placing the small bundle of food I just got on the shelves in the fridge.

“Sorry. Didn’t think of it. Sorry” Allie said with clear annoyance in her voice. 

Sorry my ass.

I knew better than to start an argument with her, so I just hurried unpacking, secretly putting my cereal and the few apples in my backpack to keep in my room. 

My humble bedroom greeted me as I closed the door behind me, and let out an exasperated sigh. 

Home sweet, dirty, small, smelly home.

It wasn’t much, in fact it was the smallest room in the apartment. There was just enough for my oooooold twin bed, a small nightstand with a frilly lamp placed on top, a desk with all my notes and a brick of a laptop. At least there was a tiny walk-in closet that had just enough room for my clothes (besides the clothes that were still packed in a suitcase under my bed)

I fell down on my bed feeling the scratch on my cheek from my knitted mustard yellow bedcover. As I lay there a smile flashed in my mind, followed by blue eyes looking at me. Chris… 

Chris?! I sat up with a startle. How could I forget that hunk of a man from earlier today?! 

Stuff like that never happened to me, and as I shook my head over the not so far away memory of him, I recalled the little white business card. 

Quickly I pulled my backpack into my lap, digging like a mad woman looking for the pink wallet. 

“Aha!” I exclaimed as I found the wallet and the card within, and let the bag drop to the ground.  I crawled up my bed sitting against the headboard amongst my 376 or so throw pillows 

Okay, so I maybe have an addiction for funky throw pillows

I fished out my not-so modern smartphone, and opened the text message app. Then I stared at it. 

What am I doing? He doesn’t want to talk to me. It’s probably a prank. A number for some random person he is trying to tease.

I shook my head and tossed the phone and card further down the bed. 

“Huff! What are you thinking girl? A guy like that won’t talk to you!” I heard myself say out loud. 

I went over to my desk, got my laptop ready and looked at my notes. 

Might as well get started on some work. 

I finished college last year with a major in journalism, I really thought that I was going to start working on a paper or publishing company writing hard in-depth articles and helping show the world the truth. 

What I didn’t expect was landing my current job of proofreading answers to a segment called "Ask Helen" at the rather big newspaper I worked at. 

It was an advice column where people wrote in for help and advice on their life. It was a 90s something relic in the paper, but “Ask Helen” was a popular column and got more letters than we could keep up with. 

Helen was a 65 year old chain-smoking lady who answered the questions at hand on her old typewriter, which meant somebody had to digitize them and correct any errors or typos, and that somebody was lucky me. 

The deadline was Tuesday and I still had 4 answers to read through. It was a shitty job, with a shitty pay but at least it was in the field.. Right? That was at least something? I think. Fingers crossed that some day an opening for a writer in one of the larger segments would come up for grabs. 

As the night rolled around I had finished about 2 answers and considered my work done for the night, and went to make some dinner. The living room/kitchen was a hot mess. Trash and bottles all over the wobbly coffee table and the TV blaring while the kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes and pans. I didn’t notice that when I got home, and a gnawing feeling filled my stomach. 

I frantically opened the fridge and yes, my food was gone. It wasn’t much. Some eggs, milk, ground beef and some tomatoes. I had planned to make a large pot of bolognese so I would have dinner for the next couple of days. But no, now all that was left was two eggs, and half carton of milk. 

For fuck’s sake!

“ALLIE?!” I yelled towards her room “Did you take my food again????!” 

No answer at first, just some ruffling behind the door, which opened in a fury. Allie stood wearing a full face of makeup and her hair in two high pigtails, pink lipstick grazed her plump lips, and clad in a black latex top and flowy latex skater skirt. 

“WHAT?” She snarled. 

“Did you eat the food I just got today?” 

“Uhm, I don’t know. We just took whatever. I gotta go to work now. Are we done?” She popped her hip as she hooked in giant hoop earrings, and Craig came behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he kissed her neck.

“Tihihi… Stop Craig! No marks before work!” She giggled as she turned around in his arms and playfully slapped him on his shoulder. 

“It’s just so hard not to when you look so fuckable” 

He punctuated his sentence with a thrust of his hips, making Allie get off balance in her insanely high heels, and giggled once more. 

I just hung my head low and closed the fridge, Allie and Craig went towards the front door, but not before Craig slapped his hand across my ass when he passed me.

“HEY!” I turned around covering my butt with my hands.

“What? You could use some loosening up” Craig said with a grin, only making Allie laugh in mockery. 

“Why don’t you clean up a bit, the place is a mess!” 

Allie had the audacity to say to me as she put on her big black faux fur coat, while gesturing towards the kitchen and living room. 

“But I didn’t even.. “ I barely got the words out before they laughed and went out the door, letting the sound of the slam echo through the apartment. 

I could feel the lump in my throat tightening and tears prick at the edges of my eyes, but I shook my head and held my head high, turned on my heel making my way towards my room, and just as my hand touched the handle, I turned around again and made my way towards the dish covered sink. 15 mins later my fingers were prunes, the dishes were done and the counter clean. The mess in the living room I had no intentions of doing something about. 

That’s right! I stick up for myself… sometimes!

I crawled under the covers snuggling with my childhood cuddle bear who had been with me through thick and thin, and rolled over to see my phone and the white card next to me on the bed. 

Hmm.. maybe, I should just try? 

“What do you think, Albus?” I looked at the bear with one eye. 

“Do I need to venture outside my comfort zone and text an unknown man, an incredibly hot unknown man?” 

“Sure do it! You only live once Y/N” I mimicked my voice pretending to be Albus. 

“Sigh, alright, if you say so” 

I grabbed the phone and added the number in my contacts as Blueberry Chris and began writing a text. After several trials and errors, curses and almost believing my writing skills had left me for good, I settled on a simple, short text that read:

Hello there Mr. Blueberry muffin provider

I thank you for your service today! 

10/10 rating from this customer

/Y/N

I pressed send and threw the covers over my head after having tossed the phone as if it had burned me. 

“Aaaaarh! I can’t believe I just did that!”

With a huge smile on my face, I set the alarm on my phone and turned off my lamp. 

Dirty dishes, blueberry muffins and pearly white smiles filled my dreams.

#Chris Evans #daddy chris evans #chris evans smut #CEvans #chris evans au #captain america #Avengers #chris evans fanfiction #blueberryfic

[sushigal007]

Over to the Capps! Where Consort is demonstrating exactly why I downloaded an everyday gardener mod. Consort: You could’ve gone for a perfect plants one instead. Too easy.

What’s wrong with the ones you already have? Consort: Their ages are borked. Alas, this is true, I think it’s a combo of InTeen and only playing the house for six days in the first round because I didn’t have the day of the week changing vase and I was trying to sync the household to the rest of the month. OH WELL.

I really need to try and fix this. On the bright side, it’s fairly easy to figure out what it’s asking me.

Juliet: Lol, townie.

Just some gaming.

Beau: Nice gnome. Don’t you dare-

Beau: YOINK. Oh my God. Also I need to fix that flashing blue in neighbourhood view but I don’t even know where to start.

Hermia invited Puck over. I guess he didn’t figure out why, because he brought his sister. Puck: Hey. My sister’s awesome.

At this point, I just accept that every single parrot I brought in round one is dead.

So behold, Scarlet the Second!

Romeo: Oh. It’s you. Tybalt: Shut up dumbass, I’m trying to sneak out here!

It’s fine, Consort’s busy.

Consort: A shooting star! Make a wish! Consort: I wish to stop stargazing now in case a falling satellite kills me.

Consort: Also I need to talk to somebody or I’ll scream. Hobby Leader: You can talk to me, handsome! Consort: I would prefer to scream.

Juliet: Scarlet, my darling, my baby! Scarlet: Squawk! Juliet: Didn’t you use to know how to talk?

Hermia finally managed to get Puck alone and asked him out on a date to Don Calamari’s.

Hermia: A toast! To us!

And then the witch froze my whole game for several minutes, which spooked me because it never usually takes that long.

Mrs C: Too fucking cold out. At least it means everybody will be fully dressed. Mrs C: And if they’re not, I’ve got something to wrap very tightly around their necks.

Hermia: I just don’t see why we can’t have planes. We’ve got helicopters and brooms, after all.

Hi Antony. Antony: *does horribly*

No.

No.

Juliet: Hey, granddad. Antony: *dies some more* Juliet: That’s nice, granddad.

Somebody brought Gabriella Newson home from school and she hung out for a few hours.

Gabriella: Oh no, he’s hot.

Homework party!

Townie: Nice telescoping! Antony: *angry ghost dying noises*

Tybalt and Hermia and due to head off to college any day now - yes, I KNOW the ages are messed up - and I don’t know if Consort will still be alive when they come home, so I decided to treat them all to a vacation.

Antony: Oh, I see how it is, you all get to go on holiday while I stay here and repeat my death over and over. Yes, that is how this game works.

And here we are in lovely, sunny Twikki Island! Hermia: Come on, Juliet, let’s hula!

Tourist: So you were in a movie? Tybalt: I said there’s been a lot of portrayals of me in movies, but sure, let’s go with that.

I honestly cannot decide who’s the least dressed person here, other than it’s not Hermia.

Excuse me, I got you suites so you could have your own beds, stop that.

Caption this contest.

And then Juliet got sunstroke and passed out.

Juliet: Worth it.

Tybalt: ‘Scuse me, coming through.

Consort to the rescue.

In fact, he’s the only one not suffering from sunburn, even when he spends all day doing this. Consort: Hot as an OMGWTFBBQ out here.

I let them have lobster thermidor for breakfast, as a treat.

Hermia: Heyyy sis, how’s the sunburn? How about this bit? Or this? Juliet: Oh my God fuck OFF.

Consort: And now we make an offering to the great spirit, Jumbok. Tybalt: We would, but you’re in the way.

Juliet: -And that’s why I wished for peace. Tourist: That sounds boring as hell, I’m gonna wish for rivers of fire.

Sorry, kid, someone else got there first.

Tybalt: Yeah, I’m buying new jewellery, so what?

I had no idea this was a thing!

Juliet: HURRY UP AND COME PLAY PIRATES.

And lo, pirates were played.

Juliet also wanted to perform for tips. Juliet: Yeah, don’t tell any Monty’s but we’re actually pretty poor right now and this vacation wiped out all our money.

...I should really try and fix this, but ugh, that means placing a beach lot during testing and I really cannot be bothered right now.

Juliet: BOO! Hermia: EEK!

Juliet: Haaaahaha, shit yourself! Hermia: Bitch.

Local: Hey, that was pretty cool, hang loose! Tybalt: Do not hang loose, Juliet, that’s an order. Juliet: I’m gonna do it.

Hermia: MY EARS ARE BLEEDING. Consort: HORK. Consort: +500

Hermia: Hello, yes, I would like this fine doohickey.

No. Juliet: But- NO.

Study party.

Consort’s been rolling a lot of gardening wants lately, so I built him a pretty greenhouse.

And then Hermia and Tybalt left for college.

So now it’s just Consort and Juliet in the house. Juliet won’t go to college until the next round, then I’m contemplating moving someone in to house-sit (Goneril perhaps?) in case Consort dies, but until then, he’s gonna chug down this entire cooler of elixir.

Consort: -Which is why we must both be careful when cooking. Juliet: Granddad, I’m a chef.

And then the phones went down. And for some reason, the cell phones aren’t working properly either (another thing I need to fix, but I wanna check and see if they work on another lot first because the manor is kinda glitchy), so Consort got to stab the power box with a screwdriver. Consort: Didn’t die!

I’m hoping he’ll manage to build a servo to house sit, but right now, he’s still on robots.

It’s the weekend and Juliet needs some company her own age. Time for a date! Juliet: Gotta go to work love you bye!

Consort: Next, security bot.

Romeo: Did you know half your flowerbeds are dead? Yeah, turns out the gardener couldn’t step over the little fence I used to line the path.

I haven’t pictured it before, but Juliet’s very best friend is Lilith Pleasant. Every single day she rolls a want to call her and chat. Nobody else, just Lilith. Juliet: -And you would not believe what my mother did last night.

Consort doesn’t have work at the weekend. On the down side, that means we’re missing out on his juicy paycheck. On the bright side, that means he gets to spend all day churning out cleanbots.

Let’s try that date again. Romeo: You’re paying, right? And apparently that’s the only picture I took, go me!

I forgot to put Hermia and Tybalt’s stuff in their inventories before I sent them to college, so Juliet invited them over to collect. Tybalt had class and couldn’t make it, but Hermia was happy to come over. Hermia: Look at you, you’re so tiny now! Juliet: I’m actually the perfect height to rip your throat out with my teeth.

And the round ends with a healthy sibling chat about nuclear warfare, as you do.

UBERHOOD INDEX

#sims 2 #premades #Uberhood #capp

[not-close-to-straight]

100% Professional (Eight)

MASTERLIST

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"I'm surprised you wanted to meet here." Peter glanced around the coffee shop and then slid into the chair across from Wade. "Not that this isn't a nice place, it's just um--" 

"--just that I usually don't take my fucked up face out into pubic places?" Wade finished, and when Peter's eyes opened wide in horror, Wade waved him off. "Don't, Pete. Don't stress out about it. I know that's not what you were going to say. It's my new thing, cutting people off with something self deprecating to take the awkwardness out of the minute. It's fine." 

"I was definitely not going to say something about your face." Peter finished slowly. "I was uh-- I was going more for the 'wow Wade, I didn’t think hippies were your people'." 

Wade chuckled and Peter relaxed a little more. "Yeah, this is a little granola crunching and Birkenstock wearing for my usual taste. Close to home though, and I'm too lazy to walk much further, so here we go." 

"You're walking places now?" Peter smiled when a waitress put down a pot of coffee. "Since when?" 

"Group therapy." Wade said shortly. "One of the guys said it helped to walk places because they could focus on the number of steps instead of who may or may not be watching them, and then once they made it about the halfway point, why bother turning around, right?" 

"Group therapy." Peter repeated, obviously trying to find the right way to respond to that information. "So um-" 

"I didn't ask to see you cos I wanted to talk about therapy." Wade interrupted. "Or about how I'm making an effort to better myself or anything like that." 

"Then why'd you want to see me?" Peter poured a cup but didn't take a sip, just cradled the warm cup in his palms instead. "I can't imagine it's to ask me out on a date." 

"No." Wade huffed a laugh. "Uh no. That's not it. But I did want to see if maybe you wanted to go to a movie or something, just as friends." 

"Friends." 

"Something's here, Pete." Wade drummed his fingers on the table, fidgeted at his jacket, scratched at the drawn on eyebrows. "There's something between you and I and even though it's pretty fucking obvious I might never be ready for actually dating, I don't want to lose you completely. So. Friends?" 

Peter was quiet and Wade cleared his throat to add, "It's fine if you say no. I get it. It was a weird start because I was basically paying you to hang out with me, then it got worse when I had my breakdown and then it got weirder when I panicked about the date and stopped talking to you for a couple months and--" 

He stopped when he realized Peter wasn't even listening. "Pete? What are you doing?" 

"Hm?" Peter looked up from his phone. "Sorry, what?" 

"You're not listening." Wade tried and failed to keep the shock and hurt from his voice. "Well shit Pete, I knew I made shit weird but I thought I deserved a conversation without the phone out, huh?" 

"Oh!" Peter brightened into a smile and turned his phone around for Wade to see the screen. "The theater down the street as an all day marathon of old school horror films since it's Halloween next week. Sound good? They have that pizza joint inside and we could just eat pizza and drink beer and watch terrible horror films all day." 

Wade blinked at him and Peter clarified, "I was listening Wade. There's something between and it might not ever be dating but I don't want to lose you either. So let's get some pizza and beer, talk through old movies and figure out when we're going to do it again." 

"Just like that?" Wade took a sip of his coffee so it wouldn't be quite as obvious how badly his hands were shaking. "You don't have any questions for me? Or need to say anything?" 

"How's your new massage therapist?" Peter pulled out a few bills and tossed them on the table, holding out his hand to help Wade up. "Do you like them?" 

"They are 100% professional and very ugly." Wade confirmed. "Super boring and never lets their hands stray anywhere close to inappropriate." 

"Wow, they sound terrible." 

"The worst." Wade confirmed and when Peter laughed out loud, something wonderful loosened in his chest. "It's good to see you again Pete." 

"Mm-hmm." Peter pushed Wade down the street towards the theater. "You buy pizza and I'll buy beer?" 

"Sounds good." 

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First it was movies, Peter and Wade taking advantage of all the Halloween hoopla to watch special showings of classic horror films. They laughed at the terrible effects and cackled at the cheesy lines and got into arguments about whether or not the always blond girl was only hired for the size of her rack or if there had actually been a screaming audition. 

"There might have been some screaming but it probably wasn't for the movie." Wade decided. "I feel like her audition took place on a couch, ya feel me?" 

"Oh ye of little faith." Peter snorted. "She's obviously talented and was definitely cast for her--" the woman on screen stumbled for no apparent reason and fell into a strategically placed puddle, soaking her white t-shirt clear through. "-- you know what? Comment withdrawn." 

The movies were fun, and from there they moved on to grabbing lunch together a couple times a week. Wade got more comfortable using light make up to cover the worst of his scars, he manged to find eyelashes that didn't made him look ridiculous and his drawn on eyebrows no longer rubbed off if he wore a beanie, so he headed down towards the Daily Bugle on Tuesdays and Thursdays to meet Peter at a sandwich shop and talk about their days. 

"J Jonah Jameson is without a doubt the crankiest guy in the world." Peter said around a mouthful of meatball sub. "His wife came in and gave him a kiss and he complained about how her chap stick tasted afterwards. He has a beautiful wife who visits him at work just to give him a kiss and he complains about her chap stick? That guy would piss off the Pope, I swear." 

"I think the doorman in my building is sleeping with the receptionist." Wade said the next time around, picking at his Italian sub with a suspicious expression. "And I don't mean dating. I mean I went to take the stairs, heard noises I've only heard on the Discovery channel--" Peter snorted soda up his nose when he cracked up laughing and Wade grinned. "--so I took the elevator and lo and behold, no one was at the desk or the door. "

"Oooh sexy." Peter leaned over and snagged one of Wade's fries. "But I got one better. Gwen was protesting at Hammer Tech the other day...

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The only natural progression from lunch was dinner but Peter came towards Wade side of town for that so they could try a new Thai place one week and then something Greek another and repeat their favorite taco stand at least six times in between. 

Sometimes they met at Wade's apartment and walked together, other times they just met at the restaurant and snagged a table by the window. Sometimes the conversation stayed to light topics, other times Wade would open up about what they were talking about in therapy, or Peter would talk about Gwen and Flash and things would get serious and thoughtful and Peter always had to stop himself from reaching out and trying to hold Wade's hand. 

Things were bound to change at some point, they were bound to slip over that line from just friends and give in to the attraction still simmering beneath the surface and it was one night at their favorite taco stand that it finally happened. 

"If this kills me, I'm coming back to haunt you." Peter warned as Wade handed him a spicy chicken taco. "I swear." 

"Quit being such a puss and just eat it." Wade said impatiently. "It's spicy chicken Pete, quit staring at it like I'm serving you salted dog or something." 

It might have been the over whelming spice, it might have been Wade's salted dog comment, but either way, Peter took a bite of the taco and promptly bent over trying to cough his lungs up, gasping for air and chucking the taco to the side so he could hold onto the cart and not collapse. 

"Ignore him." Wade told the vendor. "He's a drama queen. Your food is delicious. C'mon Pete, you're embarrassing me in front of the taco guy, pull it together." 

"I'm dying." Peter wheezed, clutching at Wade dramatically until the big solder finally laughed and hauled him up, pounding at his back good naturedly. "Wade, save me! Save me!" 

Peter finally got his breath back, finally got over the eye watering seasoning and managed to breathe without wanting to choke and straightened up to his full height, wiping at his eyes and scolding, "Do not hand me something new to eat and then hint that it may or may not be dog meat!" 

"Sorry, Pete." Wade grinned unrepentantly. "I'll wait until after you swallow it next time." 

"Fuck me, I hate you." Peter coughed again and Wade rubbed at his shoulder. "Jesus, that was-- no offense man--" he waved at the taco vendor. "--but I'll stick with the usual if that's okay with you? Spicy chicken is not my thing apparently.”

"One usual coming up." he promised and Peter turned back to Wade, leaning in and resting his forehead on Wade's shoulder without putting any thought into the motion. 

Wade apparently didn't think anything about it either, since he slid his arm tighter around Peter's back and held him close, turning his nose into Peter's hair and inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "Sorry about the fireball chicken taco." he muttered, then oophed when Peter pinched his side savagely. "Ow! Damn Pete! Let's work on a safe word before we start getting kinky!" 

Peter laughed hard enough to make his entire body shake then, and neither one moved away until the taco vendor cleared his throat and announced, "I have your usual, Mr. Parker." 

"Thank you." Peter reached for his food with one hand and linked his other fingers with Wade. "So, ridiculous chicken aside, what else do you want to do tonight? I hear they are putting up lights in the park since Christmas is only a few weeks away? That could be fun, or if if’s not fun, at least it will be sparkly which is just as good right?" 

"Pete." Wade looked down at their linked hands and then up at Peter nervously. "What are you doing?" 

"Oh." Peter dropped Wade's hand immediately, and even backed up a step. "Sorry. I just um-- sorry. I wasn't trying to pull anything. We're friends, Wade. Just friends." 

"Just friends." Wade repeated and Peter added, "100% professional." 

"Friends don't have to be professional." Wade pointed out, fighting a smile and the overwhelming flare of hope when Peter lit up into one of those beautiful grins.

"I guess you're right about that. Friends don't have to be professional." Peter inched closer, and then closer again and reached for Wade's hand. "This is okay?" 

"Yeah." Wade swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, this is okay." 

"Lights in the park?" Peter pressed at Wade's palm. "Or do you want to call it a night?" 

"...I'm not ready to say good night to you yet." 

"Oh good." Peter flushed a little when Wade squeezed his fingers. "I'm not ready to say good night to you either."  

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Journal Entry 2, Cerulean Hell

Haha, been a few days, hasn’t it? Well, I’ve been suffering. I made it to Misty like I’d intended, battled her, and got myself the Cascade Badge! ... But before I could get to that, I had to go through Mount Moon, and the Rock types in there gave us some serious trouble, but we somehow managed. And all I got was this Helix Fossil. Seriously, they should set up a path around the mountain, I’d go so far as to say that’d be ten times faster!

Anyway, Misty, took her Water-types down, not too difficult, though we still had a bit of trouble. Thankfully STRIKE came in clutch, delivering fast and strong attacks! Following that, I crossed Nugget Bridge and met Bill, who’d gotten himself mixed with a Pokémon. He gave me the S.S. Anne ticket for helping him return to normal. Following this, I returned to Cerulean and noticed that a member of Team Rocket hadn’t made a clean getaway, and I retrieved the TM for Dig.

Following the path South, I reached Vermillion City. I decided to hold off on challenging the gym until my Eevees evolved, and the best place to get Evolution Items was at the Celadon Department Store, and all but one route to it was blocked off. Helix save me. I decided to pass the time by heading onto the S.S. Anne using that ticket I got earlier from Bill, and I got the HM for Cut from a captain that suffered quite a bit of seasickness.

After that I went through Rock Tunnel and... oh Helix.... OH FUCKING-

. . . . . .

Apologies for that. Something came up. Okay, so, I made it to Rock Tunnel, okay? I was in there for like, a few hours? Felt like days, weeks, I dunno, months?! We were getting our asses handed to us left and right! My Pokémon had to slap some sense into me after I started to freak out. But really, I have a right to freak out when literally anything in here can easily obliterate us!! Why didn’t I use other Pokémon? ... Stubborn and attached, I guess!

But eventually, EVENTUALLY, we finally reached the end and came out near Lavender Town. Taking the underground path, we finally arrived in Celadon City. First thing I did was go into the Department Store and buy a Fire Stone, Thunder Stone, and Water Stone. I set them out for my Eevees, and they picked their respective stone.

FLARA chose the Fire Stone and evolved into Flareon. STRIKE chose the Thunder Stone and evolved into Jolteon. CASCADE chose the Water Stone and evolved into Vaporeon. Can't say I'm too surprised with their choices.

With my Pokemon evolved, I decided to check out the Celadon Mansion, where one of my Eevees was from. On the top floor, I found another Eevee, and the owner gave them to me. I could feel the potential just flowing off of the Pokeball, and I decided to name them DAWN, after the rising sun.

We ventured into the Celadon Game Corner, not to gamble (the slots are complete bullshit anyway), but because there were rumors of Team Rocket activity here. Lo and behold, some guy was incredibly hostile when I approached a random poster. After kicking his ass, we found that there was a switch hidden behind it, leading into Team Rocket’s hideout. Fifty spin tile puzzles later, we encountered the boss of Team Rocket, Giovanni.

CASCADE absolutely flooded the hideout and drowned his Pokémon.

Following that display of power, we took the Silph Scope and decided to head back to Lavender Town, getting a drink for the guards blocking the way to Saffron City. Now, we’re here to clean Team Rocket out of Lavender Tower. I heard about what they did to a Cubone’s mother, and I swear to Helix... If I had any less self control, I’d destroy them all myself with my bare hands...

Though the name “Silph” sounds familiar... Weren’t they developing a way to traverse dimensions? Something called the "Link Cable"? I’ll have to check back on that sometime later on...

- Adkyn Sharp

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